Thump...
Thump...
In the darkness, a shape begins to form by absorbing the surrounding dark coloured energy, it's expands and contracts like the rhythm of a heartbeat, with each beat, it absorbs more, gaining size and a clearer form.
Thump...
Thump...
Thump!
Finally, producing a shockwave, it stabilized into a definite shape-
A foetus, completely grey-black in colour.
On its forehead, small pointy bumps could be seen.
It's undeveloped hands stretched out as if trying to grasp for life but only passing through the dark empty space.
Even then, it moved, by instinct or nature, as if desperately chasing after something it didn't even have the ability to recognize.
After a short while of moving around, gradually it lulled to a deep sleep.
...
One day, past an indefinite amount of time, it finally formed a conciousness.
It felt like waking up from a long dream.
It didn't know how long it had been, and it's body felt as if squeezed into very a tight embrace, still in the fetal position.
Compared to the feeling it remembered from back then, it was much more cramped.
It stretched out it's developed limbs, trying to make some room, it was surprisingly easy and it even felt like he could break whatever he was confined in with a little push.
But at the same time, it felt like even making the slightest movement was tiresome, it just wanted to go back to sleep...
A feeling of desperation that it seemed to have experienced long ago, jolted its drowsiness away, it decided to use all the effort he can muster.
It stretched it's leg, this time as fast as it could and punctured a way to the outside.
A small opening of light pierced it's shut eyelids as if trying to burn the eye underneath.
While the surrounding dark energy began to exit this space, already exhausted by then, it slowly closed the puncture to seal the light.
It remained still for a while, but the next moment as if determined to see it through the end, his hand tighten the grip on the two ends of the punctured spot.
Using the last bit of determination and strength it ripped it apart.
As soon as the the puncture expanded, it was pushed outside of it with the dark energy flooding behind him like a broken dam.
"Arghoo!Arghoo! ...Hah!"
I started coughing so hard I could almost feel my throat exiting my tongue, or my tongue exiting my throat? Anyway...
"Hah...Gwhad Da Achk Engha anhh?" (What The Fuck Is Going On?)
My vocal cords feel so strained, even making a mutter feels painful.
All my senses feel uncomfortably heightened, my eyes still covered, are not used to the light, every breath I take feels uncomfortably long as if I had been holding my breath, there is no exhaling, only long burning inhaling like suffocating in volcanic fumes.
While searching for a solution out of this agony, I feel like I could steady my breathe by forcefully stopping it, I do just that and try the next thing that my mind tells me.
Focuing on my surroundings to distract the pain, I find that I can make out the general outline of the place I'm in.
First of all, the floor is rock solid and cold, likey not been used for a while because of the moss and plants growing on the ground. I can feel even feel the shapes of countless minute cracks on it.
I smell a lot of dust, a small portion of them are fragrances reminiscent of wild weeds, moss, vines and barks of wood, some rotten some fresh.
After resting like this for a while. I do the unthinkable.
This time I try to gently open my eyes, and I am assaulted by the burning sensation tens of time more potent, like if before someone poured mustard on my eyes, this time they used a flame thrower on it.
After some agonizing minutes, my vision surprisingly adapts, the after-effect of pain still lingering can be felt by my shaking eyelids, that I force to keep open.
I try to ignore the various other sensations I feel, and focus on the scene before me.
First of all, it seems I tore through a cocoon shaped pod, right now it looks a torn-hollow futon with its stuffings taken out, I can only infer it's shape from my own fetal position I remember.
It was probably only as as tall as an adult male's lower torso, around 1 meter, and it's width was probably around 2 and a half feet.
My eyes seemed to have gotten a sense of colour and something else I can't quite process, I'll call it an upgrade, I guess the pain was somewhat worth it.
I don't if it's because of my new eyesight, but the surroundings sure look very high definitioned, which means every tiny thing becomes noticable.
An abandoned ritual room perhaps, the ceiling is broken with light peeking down through the corners of the rubble above.
Room's wide, around 300 feet or so, I am probably standing in the middle, judging by the lack of proper sunlight, the air condition and wild outgrowth, it should have been more than a few hundred years since this place was used.
Even my smell, sense of touch and my thinking speed seems to have enhanced.
I have in a way surpassed the speed and accuracy of thinking I use to imagine a genius mind would have, and even elevated to a whole new realm, with my sensory advancements.
But that still isn't worth much without proper information.
Without the knowledge of where I am or what I should do, I'll haveto start from the basic, compared to when I already have a clear goal and prep info that could help me take beneficial and efficient steps, without much error.
Right now, my goal is to explore this place a bit, while reminiscing about the events that transpired before and after coming here.
But where to start? That night was already beyond chaotic, before then I had never even got the chance to use my weapon training in a dangerous situation since running was always a better option, I was very likely the fastest sprinters around on the planet.
Well, I guess the second fastest...
It was the killer.
My new IQ seems to have other ideas, it slipped through my rambling and extracted the missing link I couldn't remember before coming here.
Yes, honestly it was me who threw the chip onto the killer's body.
The chip was likely implanted on that lady, it was indeed strange for such a big strong lady to run away from a normal person.
I guess she knew something, and wanted to be away from that walking bomb.
Maybe that guy used a revolver, probably second hand, because he wanted to eliminate her from a safe distance, and not trigger the bomb inside him.
Sigh
And now I find myself in this strange place, with no way to out, except for maybe crawling the walls, but I suck at rock climbing, tried it once, never touched it again.
Wait-
I guess its true when they say, you miss the simple leaf while admiring the forest, or something.
My body is way taller and bigger than an average human right now, almost 10 feet, I guess the change in all my senses, completely made me forget about my own body.
My skin looks like charred coal, left to cool after burning, with white marking all over my skin, some making aesthetic patterns, while others give me a sense incompleteness.
I have two pairs of ears, one smaller and hidden behind the bigger visible one, both interconnected, at each other's back.
I focus on my chest, and can feel six different rhythmic vibrations.
Six hearts?! Insane.
For six hearts to run how much would I need to eat and breathe per unit time. Do I have any additional breathing organs?
Nope just plain old nose. Now that I think about it, I am still not breathing, but can smell fine, extremely fine even.
I dread to breathe again, since there are no problems, I wouldn't mind being breatheless for a while longer.
I feel like I am forgetting something...
Well, it can't be that important, let's focus on my body for now-
BOOM!