Rude awakeningA Chapter by Rachel TierneyI
open my eyes to a pure white room. Am I
dead? Am I in heaven? Jeez,
I have never had a hangover this bad. My
head is killing me. My brain is pulsating
and pushing against my skull. I try to
move my hand, but it wouldn’t budge. My
mind is still hazy; I think that I must have just slept on it funny. When I try to stand up, I find I cannot move
anything. Confusion quickly descends
into fear. Where
am I? What happened to me? Then
I finally look down at my body. The
shock almost make me pass out. Where my
veins should be in my wrist in replaced with wires. My fingers are cold metal cylinders. My torso is a quilt of flesh, metal and
wires. Where my legs should be are
factory parts. My heart pounds, sounding
wrong. I try to slow my quick gasping
breath and try to remember what happened yesterday. “Sam, Sam! Pay attention. You have another drink.” Finally, a
customer, I think to myself as pore milk into the pitcher to steam and start up
the espresso machine. I get so bored
just standing here. I have been working
at this Starbucks for a year and found that I prefer a rush than a ghost town. What makes it worse today is that Tim is the
manager today. A huge woman in high heels and
bright pink pan-suit waddles up to the register. “Sam, you are cueing that drink in
the wrong order according to Starbucks’ play book. Syrup then shot.” F**k
him. At least tonight will make up for
this boring day. It is my birthday
today; I am looking forward to getting s**t faced with my boyfriend. Suddenly, I hear people talking at
a distance. “I am surprised she survived the
procedure. She is by far not our
healthiest specimen. I think our
survival rate has improved.” said a man
with a raspy voice. “Well it is hard not to improve
from a 1% success rate.” said another
man with a younger voice. “Thanks, smart a*s. She is heavily sedated now. All the basic advancements on her body have
been made. The rest will be made once we
transport her to our new base of operations.
I want you to get her prepped for transport.” “You got it boss.” Oh
God. Oh God. They are coming for me. I gasp for breath and struggled against
the restraints. My vision is still
blurry. I try to scream, but nothing
would come out. The white doors swish
open, and a young man with long black hair in a ponytail and designer moving
flame tattoos along his arms, holding a large and frightening needle. “Sorry, this is going to hurt
alot.” Suddenly, I am being burned alive
from the inside. My body jerks around like I was having a
seizure. The white room turns black. “Hurry, Harry, get me out of here
before Tim finds a reason to be pissed at me and forces me to wipe down the
espresso machine again or something.” “He is cranky again I gather.” “Yeah, I think he is having problems
with his girlfriend again. Where will be
going out tonight?” “Well, my darling, we have many
poison dispensaries to choose from. I
figured we hit some places along Harbor Street.
What do you think?” “Sounds like a plan.” I grab
him by the arm; we wander the city, glittering in the dark night. “Marcus is it done? Over.” “Yes, command. Be out shortly. Over.” Poor girl, I
think, looking at Sam’s frozen face. At
least she is lucky enough to be the first to escape this hell hole if things go
according to plans. Quickly, I detach
her from the monitoring machines. I take
her legs and struggle to shove her in a body bag. Once security finds she is detached from the
machines, the bots will come. And, I
really don’t want to be here when the bots come. It takes all my strength to lift her onto the
gurney. God, those implants weigh a
ton. Once the bionic girl is on the
gurney, I place my hand on her jaw and ensure that the medication is doing its
job. I cannot read her heart beat, but I
know she is still alive. Enough to trick
the sensors into thinking she is dead. I sigh and begin
to push the heavy cart. This hallway
seems to never end. Finally, I see the
security kiosk in front of the morgue. I
give a strained smile guard as he scans my pass. “The mortician will be with you
shortly” says the guard without a modicum of interest. I push the gurney through the
enormous white double doors. The minutes
feel like hours as I wait in silence. Breath,
I think. Breath. All may work and sacrifices will be for not
if I am caught here. Finally,
a queer man wearing oversized glasses and face covered in scars approaches. He speaks slowly and melodically. “Got another dud I see. A shame, she is a pretty one. At least I get the pleasure of looking under
the hood” says with a wicked grin. “Wants her to be sent to
headquarters. Whole that is.” I say, trying to hide my disgust. “Fine, fine, fine. Why must everyone ruin my fun?” the doctor
says licking his lips “Ah, I don’t get to play with her. Such a shame.
Alright, let me scan her to make sure you didn’t f**k up and send me an
almost dead. Did a post mortem autopsy
once and the copse began screaming.
Drove me nuts, so I had to bash her skull in. Upper management was not happy about that
one.” The mortician pulls out a handheld
device. The device projects a red light
over Sam’s body. “Dead as a doornail.” mumbles the
mortician. Marcus shots a strained smile once
again at the mortician who then stumbles over to his desk, scribbles on a form
and hands it to Marcus. “Bye, young man. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” The mortician chuckles and slowly
makes his way back into his office.
Marcus feels anger swell in his chest.
Taking a deep breath, he continues with the plan his superiors
painstaking conceived. He pushes the gurney toward the transport bay. He makes small talk with some of the staff
that disgusts him the least. When his a
few hundred feet from the transport bay door, a siren blares; red lights
flash. F**k,
I have been tipped off. So much for
subtly.
I slam the gurney into the bathroom
and lock the door. Pulling out a syringe
concealed in his jacket, I look down at this girl’s still face. Her face if one of the few unaltered parts of
her body. Piercing holes on her nose and
ears are still visible. Unconscious, she
actually looks at peace. He raises the
needle filled with pure adrenaline above her chest and slams it down. Sam awakes wide eyed and coughing. Her eyes become wide with terror. No
time to calm her.
He grabs her by the paper hospital
shirt, pulls her up on her feet and looks her right in the eye. She struggles
to stand upright and holds onto the sink. “We have to fight our way out, and
I cannot do that with you immobilized.
You do what I say, when I say it.
Understood?” “Yee-Yee…Yes,” Sam stutters. Marcus speaks into the communicator
as I try. I turn on the tap and splash
some water in my face. I look at my
face. At
least my face is still me, even though I am bald.
Then, I dare to
look down at my body. As I remembered,
my body is quilt of flesh and metal. My
stomach turns, and I try to stop myself from throwing up. She looks over at Marcus’ stern face as he continues
to talk into the communicator. I
have to be stronger than this. I think
he is risking his life for mine. At
least, I hope he is. I can freak the f**k out about the s**t they
did to me later.
I push off the
sink and am surprised to find I can walk upright now. I notice Marcus smile a little as he talks
into the microphone. Several seconds
later when he is finished talking, he turns to her. “Here is the plan. We don’t have enough fire power to entirely
fight our way out. And we have to get to
the garage, and I am sure they know that.
What they don’t know is that we already have forces outside. I have to provide a distraction. I need you to hide where I tell you to hide
immediately when I tell you.” Feeling I would be
unable to hide the fear from my voice, I give him a stern determined node. He pulls out a bizarre looking gun and holds
a round shaped object in his left hand.
He looks into her eyes with his sterling blue eyes and shouts, “Get ready to run down the hall.” He unlocks the
door, swings it open, and throws the object.
I get a glimpse of a dozen or so patrols in the narrow hallway before
the objects begins to disperse a thick fog.
I sprint down the hall pushing faceless body out of the way. I easily topple these muscular solders and
run faster than I thought was possible.
When I reach the door, Marcus is nowhere to be seen. “F**k! He left me.” Despite, I bang on the door. Dents are lefts in the metal, but it will not
open. Suddenly, Marcus appears from the
fog, gasping for air. “Get out of the way,” he pants. He pulls out another object out of
his jacket with a seemingly infinite number of pockets. “Next time, wait up for me,” he
grunts. He sticks a rectangular object with
a lot of lights onto the door and pulls her away. The door explodes, and he tries to pushes me through. “Stay behind me,” he shouts after
they go through the small entryway of molted metal. Fog spills out from the door. The transport bay is enormous. It looks like it could hole two spaceships
easily. The view of most of the bay
blocked by shipping container. “Lucky for us, the shipping
containers create a bit of a maze, so they will have more trouble finding
us. That is, until we want to be found.” I follow Marcus in
between containers. They twist and turn
for several minutes until Marcus stops abruptly, almost tripping her up. He brings a finger to his lips and pulls out
the strange gun. He pops around the
corner and a shouts out a laser that silently pierces the skull of a
patrol. Sam is horrified. She hasn’t even seen a dead body before now,
not to speak of a violent killing. Blood
gushes out of the head of the dead man. “For God’s sake, we do not have
time for this. We have to go. Now.” Marcus whispers into her ear. He keeps walking,
and she follows, more shaken than she has been all day. She is so turned around this point that she
doesn’t even know which direction is the entrance they entered from. However, Marcus seems sure and
determined. As they swiftly walk, he
frequently looks down at his watch. Like
before, Marcus stops suddenly. “We are here.” “Where would that be?” “Where I need to make a little
noise,” he grins. He pulls out his
gun and starts shooting at the ceiling.
At first, only little holes are visible in the ceiling. Then, these holes steadily expand and meet
leaving a gapping opening in the ceiling.
She hears the pounding footsteps of patrols on their way. “Hide in that container now.” I hesitate, wondering if this man
has gone out of his mind. “I said now! They will either kill
you or perform more experiments. You
have to trust me.” Frowning, I slip into
the container he pointed too. I curl up
in a ball and waits. It is silent for a
few minutes that feel like hours.
Shouting and shooting violently break the silence. Although I am frightened, I cannot stand
hiding while Marcus does all the fighting for me. Then, she hears a blood curling screaming coming
from Marcus. I exit my hiding place and
finds him on the ground and bleeding profusely from his shoulder. Anger overwhelms me and feels like fire in my
veins. Without thinking, I peak over the
storage crate acting as their cover, holds her hands out, and shouts “Stop!” I
suddenly notice my hands have transformed into dual cannons. These cannons glow with a bright white
light. Then, a huge laser shoots out of
my hands and takes out several patrols.
Without thinking, I continue shooting lazers, somehow hitting every
target. Once all of the attackers were
taken out, I gasp for breath. The
cannons collapse and turn back into robotic hands. Blinded by fear and desperation, I didn’t
really see what I was doing. Now, I look
at the destruction I caused in horror. I
destroyed many of the crates and started several small fires. Scorched bodies and dismembered limbs litter
the ground. I collapse to the ground and
vomit. I then hears a
crash from above. A bright red hover
transport descends from the hole that Marcus created earlier. Unsure how to make my hand cannons reappear,
I scramble over to Marcus and grab the laser gun beside him. Before she could shot, Marcus growls
“Don’t.” I look over at him
confused. I sees the back door to the
vehicle being swung open, and ropes are dropped down. Two shadows slide down the rope. “Who are they?” I ask. “My people. They are here to save our asses.” Marcus says
with a grimace of pain and relief. They wait for the
approaching shadows; I am still clutching to the gun. A man and a woman are visible a few hundred
feet down one of the many hallways between the crates. As they get closer, Sam can see more
details. They are both in the same all
black uniform and are equipped with the same weapon as Marcus. The man is burly with a thick and messy black
beard; the woman is short and curvy with curly short blond hair. “Marcus! Marcus! Are you ok!?” shouts the woman. “He is shot in the shoulder.” I
shout back. When the two finally reach them,
they glance at me like a passing curiosity and go over to Marcus. The woman pulls out gaze from her jacket and
bandages his wound. “Alaina, we don’t have time for
this. We have to get out of here before
reinforcement arrive.” “I cannot have you passing out on
the way to the transport. And, stop
squirming.” “Get the girl to carry me. They augmented her strength.” The man glanced over to me,
appearing to be unhappy about Marcus’ suggestion. “No, girl doesn’t know her own
strength. Tom and I will carry you over.” Silently and swiftly, we walk
toward the transport. Afraid to anger my
rescuers, I keep quite even when we reach the transport. The transport lifts off quieter than I
expect. We hover through the opening
Marcus made. Alaina says to keep us
hidden, we must keep all the lights off on the transport. I try to stay awake but I suddenly feel more
tired than I have ever in my life. I
fall asleep on the uncomfortable steel bench. © 2016 Rachel Tierney |
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