Annihilators

Breakout

'What is this?'

'Where am I?'

Those thoughts kept bouncing through Greg's mind for what felt like an eternity in darkness. Part of him wondered if he was dying. Maybe he was in a coma, and he was at the hospital. He wouldn't know what a coma felt like since he was never in one before. He tried to think positive, but the worst kept filling his mind. At least the sort that hadn't already been filled. Another part of him thought he had died and gone to hell.
He couldn't move, it was like he was formless. He couldn't smell or even breathe for that fact. All there was was darkness. Was this his eternal punishment, a conscious life in darkness?
Many people always said hell was an eternal pit of fire, but Greg thought even a burning sensation is better than no sensation.
He tried to think back on all the events that transpired before he found himself adrift in his own mind. All he could remember was a struggle; he remembered himself struggling. Struggling to be free? Struggling to run away? His mind was so foggy he couldn't accurately put it together what really happened.
All he can really remember is the darkness. It was as if his mind had retreated in the darkness crevice of itself to hide. But hide from what? What exactly was there to hide from?
Then he remembered a wave, a sudden surge of energy. It was as if his mind was being forcefully fed energy. Like a surge of knowledge crashed into his mind.

'Is that what I was hiding from? A wave of knowledge?'

The idea of him running from knowledge seemed idiot in his eyes, but he couldn't think of anything else. He tried to think harder on where exactly he was, but he kept coming to dead ends. It was as if his mind were so full he couldn't reach the other aspects of it.
He then got an idea; instead of thinking about what happened, he tried thinking about before what happened.
He remembered sitting in a cafe section of a bookstore, he was reading a comic... no, it was a graphic novel. It was a graphic novel he bought from there. It was one of his favorites; what was the name though? Then he remembered seeing a lady sit across from him, and smile at him. She was a beautiful woman, she had long blonde hair and green eyes. He was in awe of her beauty she had the prettiest eyes, and the warmest smile.
Suddenly, admiration turned into rage. He couldn't understand why he was angry, but he just was. It was an overwhelming rage that he never experienced before.
He then heard a beeping sound, it was distant but still felt not too far away. The beeping increased by the second, and it felt like it was getting closer. It was like a time bomb about to drop, but he didn't care if it dropped on him.
'If it let's me out of this shithole then drop it on me!'
He got angrier, and the beeping then increased ten-fold. He came to a sudden realization that the beeping must be connected to him. Maybe he was the bomb? He didn't care as though; at that moment he didn't care about anything. He let the anger fill up inside of him. The image of the beautiful woman's smile still crashing throughout his mind. If he blew up at least his last sight was someone who was immensely gorgeous.
All of a sudden he heard a popping sound, then the buzzing of electricity.
He smelled smoke around him. He wondered if the bomb was a dud.
Then he noticed something; he could smell!
He tried moving his hands; they felt numb, but they were there. He tried to open his eyes, but he still saw nothing but blackness. He moved his arms instead ,but they felt sluggish. He then felt a sharp pain in his left arm. It felt as though a needle was stuck in it.
He moved around and realized a needle was stuck in it. He moved his arm around as much as possible, trying to get it out of his arm, but it was taped on tight. He knew he had reach his right hand up to get it out of his arm.
He used all of the strength he hadn't wasted on thrashing around, to lift his arm up.
Then he stopped and wondered; what if he was in the hospital? What if this needle was the only thing keeping him alive?
He pondered in this until he decide to just take it out. He couldn't see anything and Greg's life already sucked. If he was blind it would've just made things suck even worse.
He reached his right hand even higher to his left arm. He felt a tube between his fingers, and with all the night he had left, he yanked it out.
Almost instantaneously, his strength came back to him. All the sensation in his body returned. He felt that something was covering his eyes and head. He reached his hands up and ripped it off.
He could see.
He was relieved he wouldn't have to live life without his eyesight, but that was the least of his worries now.
The place he was in looked more like Frankenstein's laboratory than a hospital room. It was dark and depressing, the only lighting in the room came from a dimly lit lightbulb. He craned his head around and looked to his left. What he saw terrified him.
In the IV was the largest bag of horse tranquilizer he'd ever seen, and it was all being pumped into his body.
He didn't know if whoever put him in here was trying to kill him or if they were just incompetent.
Greg tried to move away, but he was being held down to an upwards table by steel bands about five inches thick.
He began panicking and his mind started going haywire. All of a sudden he gained a tingling sensation throughout his whole body. Soon he found himself not in that room anymore, but in a dark hallway with a similar design and lighting.

He looked at his hands in horror at the sudden change in scenery and asked, "What is this, and where am I?".