After a tour of the strange facility that seemed almost years beyond when he was found Alex was taken to the back and entered a triangular room with only a bench in the middle, a rock with strange writing on it to the left of the door and a mound of dirt on the right. "Hey doc, why is there a mound of dirt in a room of..." the door slams behind Alex as soon as he enters, "marble... You got to be fucking kidding me, another experiment?" Alex mutters under his breath. A loud voice booms from the ceiling seeing as there was no intercom, "if you would, please sit between the mound and rock in the middle of the room and just meditate for us." "Just meditate for us, you owe us" Alex says mockingly, "ugh ok, what now?" Almost as soon as he asked something clasped around his left wrist and unsurprised Alex looks to find a chain going from his wrist to the rock, "how the... agh fuck! What in the hell?" He shoots his gaze to his right arm to see a root digging into his forearm and leading to a tree halfway dead suddenly where the mound of dirt had been. Smoke begins to lick his finger tips again and upon closer inspection the smoke is actually coming from him. Sharp and blinding pain shoots through Alex's head and he cranes his head back screaming in pain as white then black covers his sight. When Alex can open his eyes once more without feeling like his head was going to explode he notices the room is full of thick smoke and three more people are with him. The once empty bench directly infront of him now has a girl sitting on it crying, to his left by the stone was a tall slender man slightly resembling Alex's build himself wearing a ragged and torn black and grey cloak, to the right standing by the tree was another man slightly resembling Alex but wearing a soft white cloak and a Jesus beard as Alex put it. "Alex please listen to me, they just want to help us. This tree is your life line, where your body will stay here you're spirit will be free to travel and carry out the necessary tasks you need to do for us to be free." The man in the white cloak softly spoke with almost an untrusting pitch, "don't trust him Alex, the stone holds the truth... your sister is worried!" The man in the tattered cloak screamed in anger yet true sincerity. Alex looked to the girl halfway expecting some sort of communication but she sat there weeping nonetheless. "Okay, what do I need to do? Meditate?" Alex clears his head and focuses, soon he can hear silence and is only surrounded by vibrating energy followed by excruciating and throbbing pain.
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Saving Black
FantascienzaIn a crumbling world two souls who were thought to be long dead waken in vessels they are unfamiliar with and wreak havoc on the corrupt days of a fallen government. TW: contains scenes of graphic violence, sexual assault, and mental health issues.