Sasha's POV:
Pitch black. That's the first thing I sensed when I came to. A faint beeping sound echoed somewhere in the distance. From where? I had no idea. There was no direction, no light, no smell-just a void. Where was I?
I couldn't move my arms or my legs. I couldn't even feel them. Am I... dead?
Wait... Who am I?
Total silence. Panic surged through me. I couldn't locate its source. I had no body-just thoughts and emotions. If I did, I'd be hyperventilating by now.
Try to breathe.
Inhale... Exhale...
Again.
Inhale
Exhale
Wait... how did I do that? I thought I didn't have a body.
Okay. Okay. Calm down. You've got this. There's no way you'll let this freak you out. You've been on some of the most dangerous missions unimaginable for normal civilians.
Missions?
What missions?
I turned my face to the right-and someone screamed at me.
"YELLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" I screamed back.
The beeping grew louder, closer, faster. My heartbeat pounded in sync with it, and just when my ears threatened to burst, something shifted.
I opened my eyes. Bam.
An unfamiliar white ceiling stared back at me. Then-stabbed through my brain-a sudden, electric pain. Memories flooded in, tearing through my mind like a tornado, ripping neurons apart and stuffing them back in, meticulously, in seconds.
I didn't know how long it lasted. All I knew was I prayed for the pain to stop.
Just as it felt like it was subsiding, -a piercing, clawing pain twisting in my gut. My eyeballs rolled behind my eyelids.
I could almost see him. His emotionless eyes. The gun pointed at me. My body crumpling from the shot, second only to the betrayal of the man I had considered a father. My last memory as Yella.
And then, fading as if it had never existed, the pain vanished. The last thing I felt was my eyes closing as I fell into a deep sleep.