CrazyHarij
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An attempt at some fan fiction. I don't write novels and stories that much so I'm a little rusty, I appreciate any comments. 
The awakening was painful. The only memory that remained was a brief, chaotic kaleidoscope; images and impressions of terribly painful surgeries. To go through such a series of horrid and dismaying alterations to the mental and physical limits of the human body was something he had not expected when he enlisted in the civilian aegis. However, in the present moment, the pain remained but in his memories as all his senses had left him. He attempted to reflect on what in the world was going on, but his brain routes were inhibited to such a degree that all he could achieve was seeing the painful images of the surgical adjustments over and over again.
He innately wanted to go back into the void from which he had been woken up.
A few concise stings crawled upwards what he imagined was his spine, and the senses appeared to slowly return... He could feel his muscles again, albeit they appeared to be decrepit and he couldn't move any limb at all. The cerebral functions sped up; he started feeling inertia from swaying back and forth. His eyelids began to twitch, and he slowly opened them. What first was complete blindness slowly changed into a big blurry mixture of various nuances, but he could distinguish that he was floating in some sort of fluid, green if he didn't suffer from any color blindness.
His senses increased further; the fluid was warm, and he felt a cold metallic object covering his face. His back, particularly his spine, seemed to be attached to the same kind of object. He made another attempt to open his eyes and focus on his nearest vicinity. His face was indeed partly covered by a black metal object, assumably something that allowed him to breath in the surrounding liquid.
More brief stings passed through his nervous systems, and his arms started to move. At first they seemed to have a life of their own, randomly twisting and turning, but he eventually gained control of them. He slowly and rigidly moved them up to his face, trying to grasp the metal object on his face. While moving his hands over the upper part of his body, he encountered a number of very sharp metal objects inserted in a line from the spine up to the back of his head. They seemed to be attached with cables leading upwards. His vision increased somewhat; he saw that he was trapped with the liquid in a vertical glass tube. He tried to focus beyond the thick glass, unfortunately in vain.
These simple tasks were surprisingly very tiring for his weakened muscles, he decided to close his eyes and try to rest in this strange position.
Just as he was experiencing the increasing familiar numbness of sleep, a muffled beeping sound reached his ears, and suddenly the tube began to shake violently. The sharp objects in his back rapidly detached and the glass container was slowly emptied of its liquid. He was not able to stand upright as the fluid decreased below his hips, and leaned towards a corner of the glass tube. The breathing device on his face disentangled, and the glass piece he was leaning on suddenly slid upwards causing him to fall out of the tube. He smashed into the hard metal floor below.
He wanted to open his eyes, but he barely had enough strength to focus on breathing on his own. His entire body was aching from the fall.
As he managed to take a quick glimpse upwards, he saw a shape floating above him. He tried to say something, but his vocal chords were stiff and unresponsive. He coughed, and kept staring at the shape. Suddenly, his thoughts were replaced by other thoughts.
The shape above him seemed to communicate with him non-verbally, from within his own brain...
"Do not be afraid. You are ready now. Rest."
He coughed up the liquid that had entered his lungs, and lost consciousness.
Half-Life 2: Revelations
Chapter 1: New Arrival
Chapter 1: New Arrival
The awakening was painful. The only memory that remained was a brief, chaotic kaleidoscope; images and impressions of terribly painful surgeries. To go through such a series of horrid and dismaying alterations to the mental and physical limits of the human body was something he had not expected when he enlisted in the civilian aegis. However, in the present moment, the pain remained but in his memories as all his senses had left him. He attempted to reflect on what in the world was going on, but his brain routes were inhibited to such a degree that all he could achieve was seeing the painful images of the surgical adjustments over and over again.
He innately wanted to go back into the void from which he had been woken up.
A few concise stings crawled upwards what he imagined was his spine, and the senses appeared to slowly return... He could feel his muscles again, albeit they appeared to be decrepit and he couldn't move any limb at all. The cerebral functions sped up; he started feeling inertia from swaying back and forth. His eyelids began to twitch, and he slowly opened them. What first was complete blindness slowly changed into a big blurry mixture of various nuances, but he could distinguish that he was floating in some sort of fluid, green if he didn't suffer from any color blindness.
His senses increased further; the fluid was warm, and he felt a cold metallic object covering his face. His back, particularly his spine, seemed to be attached to the same kind of object. He made another attempt to open his eyes and focus on his nearest vicinity. His face was indeed partly covered by a black metal object, assumably something that allowed him to breath in the surrounding liquid.
More brief stings passed through his nervous systems, and his arms started to move. At first they seemed to have a life of their own, randomly twisting and turning, but he eventually gained control of them. He slowly and rigidly moved them up to his face, trying to grasp the metal object on his face. While moving his hands over the upper part of his body, he encountered a number of very sharp metal objects inserted in a line from the spine up to the back of his head. They seemed to be attached with cables leading upwards. His vision increased somewhat; he saw that he was trapped with the liquid in a vertical glass tube. He tried to focus beyond the thick glass, unfortunately in vain.
These simple tasks were surprisingly very tiring for his weakened muscles, he decided to close his eyes and try to rest in this strange position.
Just as he was experiencing the increasing familiar numbness of sleep, a muffled beeping sound reached his ears, and suddenly the tube began to shake violently. The sharp objects in his back rapidly detached and the glass container was slowly emptied of its liquid. He was not able to stand upright as the fluid decreased below his hips, and leaned towards a corner of the glass tube. The breathing device on his face disentangled, and the glass piece he was leaning on suddenly slid upwards causing him to fall out of the tube. He smashed into the hard metal floor below.
He wanted to open his eyes, but he barely had enough strength to focus on breathing on his own. His entire body was aching from the fall.
As he managed to take a quick glimpse upwards, he saw a shape floating above him. He tried to say something, but his vocal chords were stiff and unresponsive. He coughed, and kept staring at the shape. Suddenly, his thoughts were replaced by other thoughts.
The shape above him seemed to communicate with him non-verbally, from within his own brain...
"Do not be afraid. You are ready now. Rest."
He coughed up the liquid that had entered his lungs, and lost consciousness.
