Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Letters to NYOutpost part two

22nd October 2089
0800 hours

The next thing I could remember was I was in a glass tank, tubes flowing from my badly bruised face. Deep lacerations adorned my legs. But as I watched them what seemed like seconds was days. I saw my legs heal themselves, first the scab, and then the scab slowly flaked off to reveal a scarred but healed leg. After what was 3 minutes to me I was flushed from the tank. 

The water draining from my tank I regained motor functions, first thing I did? I took the god forsaken tubes out of my mouth, even though they saved my life. I hated the sensation of them down my through. As the front of the tank split open I collapsed to my knees, gasping for breath a man who I assumed was a surgeon looked at me with his cybernetic enhanced eyes and in a tin like voice he spoke.

"Subject IO998, you have regained consciousness, please report to the barracks for briefing" and without another word two men lifted me to my feet and took me down a series of metal passageways. I told them they could let me go, so they did. I fell to the floor once again unable to keep myself upright. With all the strength I could muster I got myself to my feet. Placing one hand on the ground to get myself up. But something was wrong. My hand was no longer a human hand. An assembly of metal and wires was now what used to be an arm. And before my eyes the formed a shoulder, then arm, bicep and hand. It even had human like skin on it! 

Shocked at this finding I fell once again to the floor, one of the guards laughed and they picked me up again. Taking me to a large hall decked out with kitchen, tables beds and showers. I looked up to see that not only the roof was made of scrap metal, but the whole complex itself was made of bits of metal that they must have found lying around. Amazing! They even had scrap metal beds! Taking me to a corner of the hall they left me at one spot. 

I found my legs again only to realise I was being scrutinised by a floating skull. As I looked the skull in the eyes a body formed behind it, draped in a dark red cloak, it had the frame of an old man, but the arms of a brawler. "You survived an attack by a group of banshees?" "Uhh... i think? Wait were you the ones who saved me?" "no child, that was Gabriel and his archangels" with a pudgy finger he pointed to a group of men clad in white flowing robes, and pure energy flowing from there palms, all the way up there arms to their chest. They were defiantly the men who saved me. "You will be given robes, guard them with your life, and they will in return" 

A floating table came close to me; on it were grey robes with the symbol of Templar on it. I fastened my robes with a rope which made me feel alive when I touched it. "which will you choose" he said, he presented me with 3 items, a large gauntlet 3 times the size of my hand, a blade which glowed with the energy of a light globe and a pistol, the pistol had a skull near the muzzle and looked like if fired could break my arm. As I laid my fingers along the grip of the pistol a siren rang out. The others in the room ran to their stations and adorned body armour and rifles. And Gabriel’s group walked over to me, "come with us young one, we got something for you".

They lead me to a room where angelic armour adorned the walls; there was a suit of armour which was unlike the rest. "that is yours, unlike the robes, they WILL save your life" they helmet looked like if Thor himself had made it, wings protruding from the side of the helm, the chest piece was white engraved with gold spirals, it looked expensive, and the boots, as I put them on the shrunk to my size, as did the rest of the armour. Sweet.

1 comment:

  1. This piece of writing rings with epic flourish! Especially love the idea of the "tin voice" and then we find this edifice of scrap metal! Quite a powerful piece! Even like the zany colloqialism (in tonal contrast)at the end ~ "Sweet"!!!