Elements
Prologue
I was floating. Surely I was dead, but no. I could feel.
Cold. Wet.
My throat was dry and I could feel myself gagging on the oxygen which was keeping me alive. I tried to move my hands but I couldn’t. I moved my head to see what was restraining me and saw clamps holding me to my glass coffin.
Through the blur of the blue-green liquid, I could make out people in white coats. An aging man with a clipboard, a young woman pressing buttons on a machine.
Suddenly, the liquid surrounding me was bubbling. It was relaxing, lying there being somewhat massaged. But then I saw them.
Needles. Hundreds of rows of tiny little needles, closing in on me. I screamed, but no sound came. I tried escaping but I was well restrained.
I saw the first set of needles pierce my skin and felt the pain for only a second. Then it went blank.
Cold. Wet.
My throat was dry and I could feel myself gagging on the oxygen which was keeping me alive. I tried to move my hands but I couldn’t. I moved my head to see what was restraining me and saw clamps holding me to my glass coffin.
Through the blur of the blue-green liquid, I could make out people in white coats. An aging man with a clipboard, a young woman pressing buttons on a machine.
Suddenly, the liquid surrounding me was bubbling. It was relaxing, lying there being somewhat massaged. But then I saw them.
Needles. Hundreds of rows of tiny little needles, closing in on me. I screamed, but no sound came. I tried escaping but I was well restrained.
I saw the first set of needles pierce my skin and felt the pain for only a second. Then it went blank.