Okay, while I'm still trying to work stuff out for the next few segments, I thought I'd go ahead and reveal what the next step is gonna be.
Pain.
My whole body ached.
I didn't want to open my eyes, but I knew I had to. I had no idea
what had happened and I needed to assess my situation.
Slowly,
I cracked them open. To my relief, the light outside was bright, but
no more painful than normal. I squinted, groaning from the pain of
flexing my facial muscles – even those were sore, dammit! Within
seconds, though, my eyes began to adapt and I was able to start
taking in the details.
I was in some sort
of room... it was like an old hospital. I slowly turned my head to
the side and saw a day-lit window with a cast-iron radiator under the
sill. An armoire sat against near the corner and there was a door
right in front of the bed. Next to me was another bed, empty, and
just past that was an open door leading to a hallway beyond. The bed
was an old looking sort – all porcelain-coated metal and in a plain
white color.
In fact, everything
in the room was white.
Why wouldn't it be?
In hospitals, like most ordnance bunkers, everything is white so you
can better see the contaminants when they appear.
So I had been
receiving medical care. Which meant that I was under someone's care.
I felt around a bit, shifting my arms and legs, even though they
burned from soreness.
I was not
restrained, which is a very good sign.
I noticed that my
left arm felt particularly pained. I looked down and grimaced as I
saw an IV line taped to my wrist, the thick needle embedded deeply
into my arm.
I hate these things
with a pink and purple passion, but I knew better than to mess with
it. On the other hand, though, that didn't mean I couldn't get
someone to see about pulling it out for me. I looked around some
more and saw a night stand by my side with what looked like an old AM
radio... and a silver bell with a black handle, standing upright on
the nightsand.
I groped for it
clumsily, almost knocked it over, but I got my hand around the handle
just before I could push it over the edge and then gave it a shake.
The clear, ringing tone was a bit louder than I expected, but I knew
this to be a welcome thing.
I heard a gasp at
the door and automatically turned to the sound. All I caught was the
blurring of blue hair as it disappeared down the hall.
Was it just my
imagination or did I hear hoof-beats? Probably just the acoustics.
Whatever had
happened, I hoped that answers were waiting for me. I was already
starting to feel anxious. I know that Dr. Clay had attacked, but I
somehow felt that he was unsuccessful. Even so, I was worried for my
ladies and my adoptive family.
The clip-clopping
sound got my attention and I turned to the door, anxiously waiting...
A small, white
equine figure entered the room. It had a white coat and a pink mane.
PINK!? And even stranger was it was wearing an old-fashioned
nurse's cap.
It then made some
sort of sound... it was talking to me! It was very strange and
fluid sounding, almost like the elvish language from Tolkein's Lord
of the Rings series.
And
then I saw the mark on the equine's flank – a red cross with small,
pink hearts at the corners, pointing inwards.
Nurse
Redheart.
My
Little Pony.
I
had crossed dimensional boundaries once more.
So, the part I'm trying to figure out here... Where the heck do I have Garrick show up in the timeline? Well, ultimately I would love for him to go on a knock-down drag-out fight with Tirac - first, before he reaches full power, and then again when he is depowered... Garrick will kill Tirac, because screw the whole banishment to Tartarus thing - this time Tirac is going to stay gone.
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Pain.
My whole body ached.
I didn't want to open my eyes, but I knew I had to. I had no idea
what had happened and I needed to assess my situation.
Slowly,
I cracked them open. To my relief, the light outside was bright, but
no more painful than normal. I squinted, groaning from the pain of
flexing my facial muscles – even those were sore, dammit! Within
seconds, though, my eyes began to adapt and I was able to start
taking in the details.
I was in some sort
of room... it was like an old hospital. I slowly turned my head to
the side and saw a day-lit window with a cast-iron radiator under the
sill. An armoire sat against near the corner and there was a door
right in front of the bed. Next to me was another bed, empty, and
just past that was an open door leading to a hallway beyond. The bed
was an old looking sort – all porcelain-coated metal and in a plain
white color.
In fact, everything
in the room was white.
Why wouldn't it be?
In hospitals, like most ordnance bunkers, everything is white so you
can better see the contaminants when they appear.
So I had been
receiving medical care. Which meant that I was under someone's care.
I felt around a bit, shifting my arms and legs, even though they
burned from soreness.
I was not
restrained, which is a very good sign.
I noticed that my
left arm felt particularly pained. I looked down and grimaced as I
saw an IV line taped to my wrist, the thick needle embedded deeply
into my arm.
I hate these things
with a pink and purple passion, but I knew better than to mess with
it. On the other hand, though, that didn't mean I couldn't get
someone to see about pulling it out for me. I looked around some
more and saw a night stand by my side with what looked like an old AM
radio... and a silver bell with a black handle, standing upright on
the nightsand.
I groped for it
clumsily, almost knocked it over, but I got my hand around the handle
just before I could push it over the edge and then gave it a shake.
The clear, ringing tone was a bit louder than I expected, but I knew
this to be a welcome thing.
I heard a gasp at
the door and automatically turned to the sound. All I caught was the
blurring of blue hair as it disappeared down the hall.
Was it just my
imagination or did I hear hoof-beats? Probably just the acoustics.
Whatever had
happened, I hoped that answers were waiting for me. I was already
starting to feel anxious. I know that Dr. Clay had attacked, but I
somehow felt that he was unsuccessful. Even so, I was worried for my
ladies and my adoptive family.
The clip-clopping
sound got my attention and I turned to the door, anxiously waiting...
A small, white
equine figure entered the room. It had a white coat and a pink mane.
PINK!? And even stranger was it was wearing an old-fashioned
nurse's cap.
It then made some
sort of sound... it was talking to me! It was very strange and
fluid sounding, almost like the elvish language from Tolkein's Lord
of the Rings series.
And
then I saw the mark on the equine's flank – a red cross with small,
pink hearts at the corners, pointing inwards.
Nurse
Redheart.
My
Little Pony.
I
had crossed dimensional boundaries once more.
So, the part I'm trying to figure out here... Where the heck do I have Garrick show up in the timeline? Well, ultimately I would love for him to go on a knock-down drag-out fight with Tirac - first, before he reaches full power, and then again when he is depowered... Garrick will kill Tirac, because screw the whole banishment to Tartarus thing - this time Tirac is going to stay gone.
Slayed God-like Beings Counter: 1