The black void was engulfing him -- taking him whole. Then, something shot off in his mind -- like a flare, there to help him... guide him even. His eyes began to flutter open -- hues of green were all he could see. Nothing, at the moment, could be made out easily. His body felt as though he was mid-air... looking around him for a moment his eyes cleared a little. He was now able to see things in a different way -- nothing was hazy anymore. Noticing that he was in some sort of liquid... or something similar to that. His feet were not touching the bottom of what appeared to be a tube -- no, it was different than what a tube was... more like a tank. Letting his eyes take in whatever they could he looked down at his limbs and noticed that there were wires and IV's hanging from his arms and legs.

What are these? He thought to himself as he tugged lightly at them. His chest was moving up and down... each breath carefully made and measured. He hadn't even realized that he was breathing so oddly until he looked down the bridge of his nose and noticed a mask of sorts. What is this for? Did he really not know? He struggled with the mask and wires whilst still floating in the green liquid.

He was taring at things, pulling them from his arms -- his wounds quickly healing. Then next, he took the mask off his face. Warm liquid washed into his mouth -- nearly choking him. That's when he hear a whooshing noise. The green liquid seemed to be draining itself from the tank and into some tubing behind the large container. After the liquid was gone he began to try and cough up and of the green ooze that he might have swallowed or ingested... he figured this might help, but didn't know for sure.

The green ooze stuck to him like slime. There were large chunks on his pale arms and midriff. He looked down at his body, which seemed to be in decent proportion, and noted that he was bare. This came as no surprise to him -- it didn't even affect his thoughts and reasoning. The door to the chamber had not opened yet to release him -- and the air inside began to wear thin. Peering out of the glass he noticed that he seemed to be in a room of sorts. Like a larger chamber. He was standing on his own but seemed to have to lean against the tank for support -- his feeble legs felt as though they'd collapse at any moment.

He pushed hard on the glass of the tank. He wasn't sure if it would open or if it was meant just to tease him. Finally, after what seemed like minutes [which was only really moments] the door broke free of it's wedge against itself and slowly slid open. Stepping down out of the tank took a lot of power that he didn't have -- he had slipped on the remains of the green goo attached to the bottom of his feet. Now, he sat, bare bottomed on the cool linoleum floor beneath him. He wiped the green globs of goo away from his eye areas and looked around the room.

There seemed to be an area with a towel and some clothing. Noticing that made him realize how truly exposed he was. Also, there seemed to be a small snack bar of sorts -- with different things to eat. His stomach let out a growl after he'd seen some of the items. How long have I been in here? He thought to himself. Pushing with his hands against the floor and trying to stabilize himself as he stood seemed to take some skill but he got the hang of it. His legs felt like those of a new born calf -- frail and clumsy. He almost fell a couple of times trying to get to the changing station that was in front of him.

Finally, he had made it to the towel. Swabbing at the left over goo -- it left his body with a residue that wasn't pleasing. The sticky green had left it's mark... and he wished to be rid of it as soon as possible. He slid on the light blue pants and pulled the string in the front to try and make them fit snugly against his small lanky frame. He turned his head for a moment and saw a man -- his short choppy black hair was matted down with thick ooze, his blue eyes seemed a little glazed over and tired, his lips had some what of a pout -- but altogether he was a relatively attractive looking fellow.

"Who are you?" He said allowed to this mystery man. The man in front of him had said something inaudible with a questioned look on his face.

"What did you say?" Once more he spoke to the man and in that same instance he had said something back. Realization washed over him and he felt slightly stupid for thinking that maybe it was someone in a window or something -- the man he was speaking to was himself. His brain seemed to be on a completely different wave length and he didn't know if this was normal or not. He seemed to be taking in the full picture but missing all the details.

"What... who... where am I?" he questioned aloud to no one but himself. In the background of the reflection he could see what appeared to be a vial sitting beside the left over clothing he decided he didn't need. He turned around and picked it up -- the contents inside seemed to be more liquid... he was done with liquids for the day but the bottle pleaded for him to "Drink Me".

He opened it up and sniffed at it -- a familiar smell tingled inside his nostrils in a good way. Deciding that it probably wouldn't hurt him anymore than the plastic tasting green goo from earlier -- he put it to his lips and in one shot downed the whole little bottle. Instantly, he began to feel more energized and a little less weak than he had before -- whilst sitting bare bottom on the floor.

His hunger had subsided as questions flew into his mind. He wanted to know who the man that was staring at him was. For one reason or another nothing came to mind -- nothing at all. All he could remember was what ever was in the room at the moment. From the second he woke up until now -- that was the extent of everything he knew.

He sat down on the floor again and slid the white socks onto his bare feet -- then placed the tennis shoes over top of them. Have I done this before? He thought to himself... not recalling a time where he'd had to complete any of these procedures. He tied the shoes up as though he'd been doing it since forever. Had he been doing it since forever? Who was he? Where was he from? Why was he here? These were the questions overriding his brain at the moment.

Standing back up, with the new burst of energy, he noticed a door at the other end of the chamber. He walked steadily to it. His bare chest glistened in the florescent light of the room. He was lanky and yet still slightly toned. Upon reaching the door -- he noticed a keypad on the side. Placing his hand over top of it made the door open. He was frightened to go outside the humble little room for fear of what may lay outside that door. But, nonetheless, he was curious -- so he followed his intentions instead of his guts...

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