Onus 04

I tried to look back. I wanted to tell him that I had managed to speak. I tried to do it again, but my lips felt numb. They wouldn't open. I wanted to tell him what my name was.

It was like my eyes were a camera, and the lens had been changed into a fish-eye, or maybe a panoramic. The room was moving strangely. Voices came in and out as if I were hearing them through a wall. The brilliant lights on the ceiling made trails across the inside of my skull.

"February the thirteenth, 2037 beginning surgery on Shiloh Torres, half-human. Let's do this right, people."

The nurse was saying something, how they wouldn't need to record this surgery, since it was illicit. But I didn't hear that. I crawled from where I was deep into the round light on the ceiling with points of light in my spine and lodged deep into the growing shadow of panic deep in my throat.

Two thousand and thirty seven.

Two thousand and thirty seven.

The number was meaningless to my drugged mind, but I knew that somehow, it was the most important number in the world.

As I crawled into the light and into a deep nothingness, I couldn't for the life of me remember why.

*I would like to respond to one comment.

To the lovely anonymouse who commented on the last chapter of my story (you know who you are)

If I could, I would make it so that YOU wouldn't be able to read this new chapter.

But the only way I would be sure of that would be to not release the chapter at all, and I'm not THAT petty.

I am very capable of pettiness, however, so I will say this.

You sir, are a cunt, sir,

A cunt, yes-you-are,

You live in a cunty cottage,

And you drive a cunty car.

As for the rest of you...

Kisses and Spanks!

--Cruel