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damned_city2014-01-06 07:44 pm
sixth_attack) wrote in damned_city2014-01-06 07:44 pm
Night 74: Night, Farwell
Who: Sechs, Marc
Where: Sector #4, Courthouse
Summary: Having met his demise in the underground coliseum, Sechs awakens to find himself severally injured but alive within the rebel city of Farwell. At last, after all the agonizing weeks he had experienced within the institute's walls, Sechs had finally escaped...
For an artificially born Replica, cloned from another and destined for disposal, living in the world for just a little over two years rarely gave one time to ponder questions regarding the afterlife. Sechs wasn't ignorant about death of course, having been acquainted with it many times as a thrill-seeking battle android. Yet he always escaped any true intimacy with it -- at least, that was until now.
The last choice Sechs thought he would ever make in his short life came so suddenly, so abruptly with little thought, he did not have time to fear what exactly it meant to die. He lost track of when it began, of when it ended. It was like falling asleep after a very long and difficult day, but with no recollection of getting into bed in the first place. All the pain and troubles drained away with the fleeting light into the endless abyss. Memories and faces which once flooded his vision slowly fell back behind a thick unseeing curtain. Sechs was free from his agony, but he was no longer conscious to grasp the peace which followed its absence. There was nothing left. It was over.
...
...But it wasn't over, was it? Something about this state of unconscious eternity was changing, like it was regaining awareness and a sense of time. That wasn't supposed to happen, right? Was this death? Or was this sleep?
The answer to that question came in the form of pain, an ache which grew with intensity while adding unbearable seconds to what was supposed to be a timeless existence. Sechs couldn't rest any longer, his awareness was forced to flounder in the pitch darkness until it broke through the thick surface of the subconscious. With an internal gasp he regained connection with his lost body.
Sechs woke up.
Opening his eyes for what felt like the first time in his existence, Sechs was met by a blurry palette of evening tones and architectural decay. He was on his back, laying on something soft in what appeared to be an expansive space, and the pain which wouldn't let him rest was emanating from his lower torso. He remained still, unable to believe his groggy senses. All Sechs could do was mutter the first thing that came to mind. "Dead... Am... Am I dead?"
Where: Sector #4, Courthouse
Summary: Having met his demise in the underground coliseum, Sechs awakens to find himself severally injured but alive within the rebel city of Farwell. At last, after all the agonizing weeks he had experienced within the institute's walls, Sechs had finally escaped...
For an artificially born Replica, cloned from another and destined for disposal, living in the world for just a little over two years rarely gave one time to ponder questions regarding the afterlife. Sechs wasn't ignorant about death of course, having been acquainted with it many times as a thrill-seeking battle android. Yet he always escaped any true intimacy with it -- at least, that was until now.
The last choice Sechs thought he would ever make in his short life came so suddenly, so abruptly with little thought, he did not have time to fear what exactly it meant to die. He lost track of when it began, of when it ended. It was like falling asleep after a very long and difficult day, but with no recollection of getting into bed in the first place. All the pain and troubles drained away with the fleeting light into the endless abyss. Memories and faces which once flooded his vision slowly fell back behind a thick unseeing curtain. Sechs was free from his agony, but he was no longer conscious to grasp the peace which followed its absence. There was nothing left. It was over.
...
...But it wasn't over, was it? Something about this state of unconscious eternity was changing, like it was regaining awareness and a sense of time. That wasn't supposed to happen, right? Was this death? Or was this sleep?
The answer to that question came in the form of pain, an ache which grew with intensity while adding unbearable seconds to what was supposed to be a timeless existence. Sechs couldn't rest any longer, his awareness was forced to flounder in the pitch darkness until it broke through the thick surface of the subconscious. With an internal gasp he regained connection with his lost body.
Sechs woke up.
Opening his eyes for what felt like the first time in his existence, Sechs was met by a blurry palette of evening tones and architectural decay. He was on his back, laying on something soft in what appeared to be an expansive space, and the pain which wouldn't let him rest was emanating from his lower torso. He remained still, unable to believe his groggy senses. All Sechs could do was mutter the first thing that came to mind. "Dead... Am... Am I dead?"