Nikolai Peterson | Piotr Rasputin (metalass) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-07-24 02:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | nikolai peterson, silas henderson |
Who: Surprise….it’s Nik! And Silas.
What: After being feared dead, Nik wakes up.
Where: An undisclosed location.
When: Wednesday July 23rd.
Rating: ...Pain and vomit are involved? Nothing super serious…
When he opened his eyes, Nik felt like he was coming out the other side of a coma. He’d never felt this sick in his life so he didn’t have anything to readily compare it to, but it felt a little like the world was alternatively dragging itself along beside him, then whizzing past. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t normal. The lights were too bright, that was for sure. It made the room swim in and out of his vision as he struggled to open his eyes to a point that he could focus but it just wasn’t happening.
Squinting, he turned his head and immediately regret the movement as pain slunk through his neck, coming to rest at the base of his skull as a throbbing headache. Whatever this virus was, it was most definitely The Worst. Even though he knew it was probably a bad idea, he started trying to move his limbs. Each felt heavier than the last, and he could only lift them a few millimetres before fatigue swept his effort out of the door. At least, he thought, I’m still here. Movement could always wait until later.
"Good. Awake at last." The voice came from behind his head. He couldn’t see who it belonged to, but he didn’t recognise it. Nik had already learned his lesson though, he didn’t move to try and see whoever it was, only mumbled an affirmative, they would come forward eventually. The seconds dragged on and on, and there was no sound other than the faint hum of machinery that beeped every now and then. Nik assumed it was medical in some way, and he began wondering if he had just imagined the voice. It sounded nothing like Piotr.
The absence of the voice now worried him. Time passed into minutes and he still didn’t feel like he could move to find out whether or not there was someone there. If there was someone there, and he still felt like there was, then they were just waiting silently somewhere behind his head. The urge to check it out and maybe vanquish an imagined demon grew until his limbs ached with the need to move. He moved his head fractionally, strained his eyes upwards until he became dizzy, like he would pass out. He gave up.
Then he heard a movement. Involuntarily he jerked his head up and sent the world spinning out from underneath him again. Pain rolled in followed quickly by wave upon wave of nausea, he rolled sideways and threw up over the floor.
"Tell me, how do you feel? Do you still feel him?" The voice was smooth with this indefinable quality to it that made it feel like it was getting under his skin and Nik could hear it as clear as day even through the throbbing migraine. It wasn’t a voice he recognised, but he could tell it was self-assured, detached. The man it belonged to didn’t actually care how he felt. Somehow he got the impression that he was considered nothing more than a rat in a cage. And through all that, it took a while for what the guy was actually asking to sink in.
Piotr was gone.
Full blown panic set in and he threw up again, gasping for breaths between heaving. His vision darkened, and he felt his body falling, lines that were attached to different points of his body pulling taut for a second and then giving way as machinery was pulled over, the he hit the floor and things went black.
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Silas nodded. Good. This test subject might very well be fit for purpose. He just needed a little tweaking here and there.