And it's been a while since I could hold my head up high
(Tag Ricochet!)
Johnny Gallo woke up on a hard bunk to cold, blank metal walls, the antiseptic smell of a hospital, and the humming of something electrical that made his hair want to stand on end.
There was also something around his neck, and his mask and discs were missing.
“Are you finally awake?”
The click of heels echoed from nearby, and the humming stopped. A woman looked down at him, her bright red hair styled like something out of the 1920s, plastered to her skull in tight waves. She would have been attractive, maybe even beautiful, if not for the hard set of her mouth and her lightless dark eyes. She smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant smile. “Good,” she said, her voice carrying a German accent. “I was afraid that you had been damaged.”
Johnny Gallo woke up on a hard bunk to cold, blank metal walls, the antiseptic smell of a hospital, and the humming of something electrical that made his hair want to stand on end.
There was also something around his neck, and his mask and discs were missing.
“Are you finally awake?”
The click of heels echoed from nearby, and the humming stopped. A woman looked down at him, her bright red hair styled like something out of the 1920s, plastered to her skull in tight waves. She would have been attractive, maybe even beautiful, if not for the hard set of her mouth and her lightless dark eyes. She smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant smile. “Good,” she said, her voice carrying a German accent. “I was afraid that you had been damaged.”