[30 Days of Fic - Day 27] "Occupational Hazards"
There was a piercing pain in my right side and then the water was rushing up to meet my body. It was cold, terribly, achingly cold and took the wind from me. The black depths surrounded me and then all was black. I took small solace in how quickly unconsciousness was coming for me; I'd always assumed that if I were to die, no matter how soon it took me, the seconds would feel like forever.
When I awoke, it was in a room as dark as it was light. The structure itself was black; black walls, floor and ceiling. Even the bed was black, the quick foam beneath me giving with my every twitch. So black and expensive. But at the same time, neon blared along the edges, like some sort of psychotropic madness left behind by some art student at the CCA or a splicer who thought his personal work space just as much a nightclub as it was the center of a network of deceit.
Instinctively, I reached for the shoulder harness that I already knew wasn't there. My zatgun was long gone, so to were the compact slug-thrower I kept against my calf and the army knife that was strapped to my ankle. I sat up and stretched, only then realizing that whoever had brought me here left me naked, but for a bandage wrapped around my midsection. It's almost funny that I noticed the missing gear before the missing clothes.
Whatever it was that got me in the harbor hurt like a mother. I was going to find the bastard who'd done it to me and make their life hell.
But first I'd have to get out of this room. Another glance around revealed no door. Sure the job was made harder by my less-than-completely-lucid state of mind and the horror show lighting, but it didn't necessarily mean that by the light of day it would be any easier. I slipped off the bed that sat in the middle of the room and went to the wall, slowly dragging my fingertips against the unbroken surface.
Unbroken. Sealed in. I took a deep breath, and it was stale, more stale than it had been a moment before. Sure, my senses were a little jacked up, but between training and my bio-enhancements I was picking up on it. Less air. I hoped it was just the panic sinking in and fought it down, along with whatever was left in my stomach. The bed was comfortable, and I needed to relax. Lotus position. Take calm breaths. Don't exert yourself. Someone brought you here and stitched you up. They'd never do that if they wanted you dead.
They just wanted you trapped. Here. Alone and cut off from any obvious means of escape, and from warning Xao of what might be coming for him.
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Today's 30 Days of Fic task was to write a scene using the prompt: 'Trapped'
Click Here for a rundown of the tasks that are a part of the '30 Days of Fic' challenge and links to all the works I've created for it.
When I awoke, it was in a room as dark as it was light. The structure itself was black; black walls, floor and ceiling. Even the bed was black, the quick foam beneath me giving with my every twitch. So black and expensive. But at the same time, neon blared along the edges, like some sort of psychotropic madness left behind by some art student at the CCA or a splicer who thought his personal work space just as much a nightclub as it was the center of a network of deceit.
Instinctively, I reached for the shoulder harness that I already knew wasn't there. My zatgun was long gone, so to were the compact slug-thrower I kept against my calf and the army knife that was strapped to my ankle. I sat up and stretched, only then realizing that whoever had brought me here left me naked, but for a bandage wrapped around my midsection. It's almost funny that I noticed the missing gear before the missing clothes.
Whatever it was that got me in the harbor hurt like a mother. I was going to find the bastard who'd done it to me and make their life hell.
But first I'd have to get out of this room. Another glance around revealed no door. Sure the job was made harder by my less-than-completely-lucid state of mind and the horror show lighting, but it didn't necessarily mean that by the light of day it would be any easier. I slipped off the bed that sat in the middle of the room and went to the wall, slowly dragging my fingertips against the unbroken surface.
Unbroken. Sealed in. I took a deep breath, and it was stale, more stale than it had been a moment before. Sure, my senses were a little jacked up, but between training and my bio-enhancements I was picking up on it. Less air. I hoped it was just the panic sinking in and fought it down, along with whatever was left in my stomach. The bed was comfortable, and I needed to relax. Lotus position. Take calm breaths. Don't exert yourself. Someone brought you here and stitched you up. They'd never do that if they wanted you dead.
They just wanted you trapped. Here. Alone and cut off from any obvious means of escape, and from warning Xao of what might be coming for him.
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Today's 30 Days of Fic task was to write a scene using the prompt: 'Trapped'
Click Here for a rundown of the tasks that are a part of the '30 Days of Fic' challenge and links to all the works I've created for it.