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Green, that’s all he could see. Different hues of green scattered about him in the forms of hardly recognizable shapes, items he found himself knowing almost immediately, but couldn’t familiarize himself with. Of course those objects were nothing he really understood. He was just assuming them to be the things that they weren’t. He was placing things he could recall on top of the items he saw and meshing them into one.

What was once green shapes cleared into green figures as his vision began to focus, waking him in what he assumed to be a nightmare. A cage… No, a tube was what he found himself in, floating around in some thick green colloid illuminated by 3 spotlights that shined directly on him as if he were on display in a museum. The lights were too bright for his newly opened eyes, causing him to lift a hand above his head to block out the blinding rays.

It was then that he was forced to bring his attention to his hands. The dark pigment of them was not expected, but when he tried to think of what he did expect, nothing came to mind. His hands were massive in size as well, easily capable of palming a basketball if he wished. But the thing that drew his attention the most was the IV that was embedded into his skin. The wire it connected to trailed up into the top of the tank, which brought his attention to the large collection of wires and tubes that also gathered there, each extending to a different part of his body. They covered each important organ and muscle, some digging under his skin while others were merely taped over. It was at this point that he started to panic. His mind’s graphic imagination kicked into high gear, torturing him with ideas of what might have happened to him.

Once he began to feel full awareness of the situation, the glass container that held him shook alive. In the course of a millisecond the wires ungraciously removed themselves from him, leaving the oxygen mask were it was. The sensation caused him to cry out in pain, but the agony only lasted a second before the green ooze began to do its job and heal the small wounds the wires had left in his skin, soothing him. The process was alarmingly fast, and before he understood what was happening the surrounding liquid began to slowly drain away and the tank began to open, freeing him.

His steps were slow and steady as he moved from the panel where the tank was placed, each footstep shaking slightly as he brought it across the slick floor. Some of the green gel still clung to his naked form, making him slightly paranoid at the thought of falling. He could see an area with a towel and a small bureau near by, so he immediately found himself heading in that direction, taking no time to remove the rest of the liquid and dress himself in the strange clothes that had been laid out for him.

It was as he did this that he started to notice little details about his body, and curiosity drove him to run his hands along each tattoo or scar he discovered while clothing himself, but once he was finished he found himself face to face with an unknown face. His own. Of course, he had to do some practical tests like waving his hand in front of the mirror and playing with his face before he actually came to the conclusion that he was staring at himself, but it didn’t take long for realization to set in.

He was a stranger to himself. This man, this man in the mirror was someone with a past, a name, and a family; and he could recall none of it. He stared intently at his own complexion, wanting to memorize every line of his own facial structure and attempting to force a memory to return. This lasted only a small moment before he bumped his elbow against a tall glass that he hadn’t noticed resting on the bureau. He brought his attention to it and quickly spotted a note that read in large, thick, black letters “Must Drink.” Not really caring about the risks, he made no hesitation to consume the light pink liquid. Its texture was smooth and cooling, yet it filled his mouth with a dry minty flavor, causing him to clear his throat with a few coughs once he was done with it. Despite its taste the drink caused his last few bits of grogginess to go away, and for that he found himself thankful that he bothered to drink it.

“That was a wise decision,” a clam, metallic voice echoed. He jumped inwardly at the sudden sound as he turned cautiously behind him to see half of a woman’s corpse lying next to what he assumed to be the doorway. Did she talk to him? No, that was impossible, but he wouldn’t allow the fact that he had heard a voice to be questioned.

“Hello?” he spoke aloud to the corpse as he neared it. His voice was deep and gruff, yet another thing he didn’t recognize.

“I presume you are feeling better," this time he was curtain that the voice was coming from the dead woman, “You have been asleep for a long period of time, so it’s to be expected that you’d be disoriented once awake.” As the last few words were spoken, the watch the woman was wearing lit up, revealing a small holographic woman. The sight both startled and marveled him, and despite the urge to cringe at the smell of the corpse and the blood that stained the walls, he neared the hologram even more and curiously ran his fingers through the display.

“Interesting. What are you?”

“I am a custom Z-33 Swiss watch, but I’ve been given the title of Laura,” he shook his head and gave off a half smile at her reference to her name.

“That’s not a title, that’s a name.”

“Are they not of the same importance and usage?” she replied, giving him the sense that she was almost being sarcastic, “I assume you have a title.”

“You mean name?”

“Yes,” she said, not caring for the difference between the two words. He took a moment hoping to recall at least that much information, but it was to no avail. Slumping into a sitting posture on the floor, he let a defeated sigh escape him. A part of him couldn’t help but notice his lack of discomfort when it came to being near to the split corpse. It made him wonder if some part of him had become familiar with the sight of death.

“I’m nameless now, I suppose.”

“Well, Nameless Now, if you are up we should be heading into the hallway, where the others will gather,” she spoke with no sense of humor in her voice.

“Wait. My name’s not… hold on ‘we?’” he paused, “Others?”

“Yes, I have been ordered to help you and the others with your duty.”

“Our duty?” her words all sounded like gibberish to him, “Wait…um…Laura, just who are the others?”

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"I stole his heart and laughed as he fell at my feet. Happy I was to kill his spirit and give him the final blow that sent him in to the eternal suffering of the endless abyss. That dark, cold prison from which I emerged to engulf him. Now at my feet he lay crying. Now at my feet his life fades. His hope. His love. His dreams. All mine, and all lost. Thus, loneliness has won. Oh the gloriousness of logic and deceit, for they are mighty, powerful, and easily bent."

Darkness. All was dark.

She opened her eyes.

Green light filled her vision, and she shied from it, turning her head. The motion caused her to realize she was floating in liquid. Green liquid. Soothing, in a way, green... But she knew she wasn't meant to be in liquid--the mask on her face told her that much.

She became aware of wires and tubes connected to her body, but no sooner had she noticed them and begun to think "What the hell is this?"--and they withdrew from her with a dozen pinpoints of pain. She gasped, even as the shock of it passed, the green liquid filling up and healing the tiny wounds, and then drained away. When it was gone, the tube opened, and she pulled the mask off, stumbling out of her womb-like cell.

The cool air sent a chill over her wet body, and when she caught sight of the dressing area, she pulled the towel around her shivering form, leaning against the wall to catch her bearings.

Just a chamber with the tank as its focal point, the door opposite from it. A set of clothes was laid out for her, and she dressed in them, though they reminded her of something slightly repulsive. She couldn't quite place why.

And then it began to sink in. What's going on? Where am I? What am I doing here? She gave herself a hard look in the mirror. Long, silky black hair. Dark, slanted eyes. Mid-tone skin and small build. ......Who am I?!

The only other noticeable item in the entirety of her chamber was a vial labeled, "Drink Me". She picked it up, and, feeling slightly hungry, she threw caution to the wind and sipped at it. The sweet fluid left her feeling energized, and, now ready to face whatever came next, she walked over to the door and raised her hand automatically to the keypad.

Pausing, she looked at her hand, almost touching the pad. How many times have I done this before? she wondered, before letting it down and opening the door.

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Darkness surrounding her. That's all she could see or feel. Eyelids pulled up slowly to reveal dazzling hues of colour. All those coloured hues could see was a bright green with lights raining down into them. Her arms raised up out of what she guessed was instinct. The pigment of her arms was a fair, pale white colour. She blinked a few times as her eyes noticed the IVs as well. What was going on here?

A wooshing sound shot through the chamber she was in. The IVs came out of her arm and she winced, but didnt scream. The green was vanishing from her eye sight. She was glad for this. Her breathing came easier after the liquid was gone. It was then she noticed the oxygen mask. The girl carefully took it off. There was no reason to rip anything off.

Her naked form stepped onto the floor. She nearly fell. Apparently she hadnt walked in a long time. Her muscles felt weak. Still, she took another step as she balanced herself. Dazzling hues spotted a dressing area with a towel and clothes. She knew that this was a good thing. The female made her way to the area.

Her fingers picked up the towel and she got all of the green ooze off of her body. She pulled the blue shirt over her head and the pants went on her lower half. Thats when she noticed a small bottle with "Drink Me" on it. She shrugged and opened up the bottle. Carefully, she put the rim to her lips and she leaned her head back. The liquid tasted like something she had tasted before but she couldnt remember. It burned as it went down her throat and it left a rather odd after taste. She shivered, but felt better. She didnt feel as weak.

Who was she though? Her mind couldnt remember who she was. Did she have a name? Was she really alive? Was this a dream?

"Whats going on?" She asked, surprised by her voice. It was soft and musical. No one answered. A door opened up though. Of course, the girl didnt know what it meant, but she figured she should walk out of it.

Where was it going to lead her? Where there others?...

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Green was, all things considered, not the worst color to wake up to. Oh sure, a lovely pink or a cool blue would be better, but at least it wasn't black. These thoughts flew through his mind as he sat suspended in the tank; at least it's not black. He was in some sort of tank, with wires attached to him.

Perhaps I should be alarmed. Would alarm help in this situation? Not likely. I'll stay calm.

Then, the pain came. The sharp pinpricks as the wires pulled out of his skin made the man grunt lowly, nearly crying out... but then the soft, cool feel of his wounds healing eased his torment. In a matter of seconds, the tube had drained, and opened to reveal a room before him. He started forward, but when the oxygen mask pulled his head backward, as he had not taken it off, the green, slimy liquid caused him to trip and fall on his ass.

"Bugger." His voice was low and strong... and confident. It had weight to it. It was a man's voice. Ripping the mask from his face, he carefully stood to regard himself in the mirror. Past his prime? Yes... and bald as well. And large. He sighed, for some reason he had been picturing himself as a six foot Adonis with bulging muscles. Reality was starting to be a bore.

After drying off and putting on the "clothes" he had been left, he went to examine the drink on the small table. "Drink Me" it said.

"Down the rabbit hole with you," he told the drink, leaning back to take it all in one gulp. The amber fluid was cool and refreshing, just barely carbonated. It made his body shudder slightly after drinking, but it was a good feeling. A welcome feeling.

Taking a second to re-examine the room, he knew there was nothing left to do. Got nothing better to do than open the door and walk out. And so he did.

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Once upon a time, there was a man called Jazzturbation, and he posted upon a forum... and then left when life became hectic and left him behind. Months later, he returned to that same forum... but had forgotten his password, and so created a new identity to use as his own.

I am that man.

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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Her eyes fluttered open groggily, taking a moment to focus themselves before soaking in the world around them. She seemed to be at the center of a little room with a bureau at one end and a door at the other, all in green. Nothing was familiar, not a single thing. What the hell? How did she get into a room she’d never seen before? She looked up to find lights shinning down upon her, their brightness caused her eyes to feel tight and burn. Immediately she cast her eyes down only to make a startling revelation: her feet were not touching the ground. She was completely suspended in the air… no, not in air, in a liquid and she had all manner of tubing and wiring attached to her. Quickly she decided that this was not to her liking.

With one efficient pull she yanked out the first bunch of IV’s she could get her hands around. The act caused a good amount of pain, enough so that it stopped her from continuing on a moment, but it disappeared so fast that she decided it was worth freeing herself from her entrapment. Without much thought she slammed a fist into the front of her tank, shattering a good chunk of it that sent shards flying across the room. The green stuff started to ooze out of the opening, leaving her only half immerged in it, before the rest was drained out of the bottom.

The tank opened then. “Opps,” she grimaced, hoping that whoever had put her in there in the first place wouldn’t get upset at her breaking what appeared to be valuable equipment. Unless, she amended since she couldn’t remember why she was put in there to begin with, the people who put her there were bad. If that was the case then they could all go to hell in a hand basket.

She made her way over to the small collection of stuffs that resided on the bureau she had seen earlier. With a glance at the towel and set of light blue scrubs she came to her second realization of the day. Holy shit! I’m naked! She hurriedly grabbed up the towel and systematically cleaned all the clinging green goop from her body before throwing on the provided clothing. She noted that her right inner forearm was covered with interconnected rings that formed a rose and that trying to scrub it off was useless, leading her to the conclusion that it was a tattoo. Inspecting it closely she deemed that she could have picked something worse to be permanently etched into her skin.

She pushed herself up onto the bureau so that she could don her new socks and shoes as well. That’s when she noticed the glass sitting there, mostly because she nearly knocked it over with her squirming about to coax her shoes to slide over the heels of her feet. She read the small note “Please Drink” with more than a little skepticism. She lifted the glass to her nose and took a delicate sniff. It didn’t smell that bad, kinda sweet and tart at the same time. She swished the crimson liquid around a little in the cup, not quite sure what purpose it served to do so, but compelled to do it nonetheless. With a sigh she muttered, “Well, it did say ‘please,’” and then downed it quickly. It wasn’t too bad, not something she’d drink all the time, but not disgusting either. It was pretty refreshing though and it did give her an interesting side effect. She felt much more energized, more so than what a good night’s sleep could do.


The woman hopped down from her perch to make her way to the door on the other side of the room before stopping in front of a mirror. She stared at it a second, looked behind her, and then looked back again. Except for the female in the middle, the scenes were the same. Which meant, she figured through her power of deduction, the person in the image was her. She looked herself up and down in a scrutinizing manner. So she was a blond, fair enough, and her eyes were a stormy hue; that was just dandy too. As far as fitness went she figured she was pretty high up there and lifting her top a little to see a flat, streamlined stomach confirmed her guess. As for tallness, that was hard to tell. She really wouldn’t know until she had other people to compare herself to.

Which, speaking of, where was everyone else? Was there anyone else? If there were they better be willing to answer some questions. She didn’t even know what her own name was. People couldn’t just run around not knowing who they were, could they?

The door beckoned to her again. She made her way towards it, picking up a large shard of glass as she went (she didn’t know what she was walking into, after all), and unconsciously placed a hand on a pad next to it that caused it to slide open. Cautiously she slid out of the doorway with her makeshift weapon at the ready.

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The spotlights shining in his eyes were the first thing he noticed. At first, he thought that the lights were what caused his vision to be green. However, he soon realized that this wasn't the case. It was worse. He was surrounded by green goo.

Thinking he was drowning, he immediately held his breath, then slowly exhaled as he realized his stupid mistake. He realized he had an oxygen mask on. Suddenly, with that realization, he squirmed around, thrashing, trying to escape. Then, something caught his eyes that made him only pound the glass harder. Wires were attached to his body...his whole body.

In the instant his fists hit the glass, the wires suddenly pulled out of his body, all at once. Pain rushed through his body, as he stopped pounding. Then, the pain subsided, and he realized the green goo had actually...helped him.

Still, he was fearful. This fear only increased as he heard the tube he was in stir to life. The green goo rushed downwards, all disappearing except for some that stuck to the glass, and, as he glanced at his body, on him.

When the tube opened, he stepped out slowly, taking in his surroundings quickly, without knowing quite why he did it. Realizing he was crouching, he stood up, and walked to the clothes lying on the floor.

Picking them up, he put them on, yet not quite realizing that he was doing it, or how he even knew to. From what he could remember, he hadn't never done this before. He pushed the thought aside as he bent down to lace his shoes.

Suddenly, in the middle of tying his left shoelace, he stood up as a horrid thought struck him. He couldn't remember doing this, ever, but he could. Racking his brains for memories, it dawned on him that he had no memories. He had nothing. He couldn't remember who he was, or anything he had ever done in his whole life.

Quickly tying his shoe, he walked over to the mirror, to look at himself, though he didn't know how he knew that. Some instinct told him that he would be able to see himself. As he looked in the mirror, a strange feeling ran through him. For some reason, the face looking back at him looked oddly familiar, though he had never seen it in his life. He knew it was himself, and it scared him all the more.

Taking a closer look at himself, he rubbed his hand through his closely shaven hair. Then, running his hand on his face, his hand encountered a bump. Looking in the mirror, he slowly realized what it was as he followed it from his ear down to his chin: a scar. Shivering, he turned away from the mirror and walked to the door.

On his way to the door, he was distracted by a sign that said "Please Drink." Not knowing how he knew this, yet not caring anymore, the man reached for it, quickly pouring some down his mouth. However, as it entered his mouth, he immediately spit it out, berating himself for his mistake. What if it was poisoned? You could have died! Inspecting the drink, he guessed that it wasn't poisoned, however, as the people who kept him in that tank probably didn't want him dead.

With this new thought, he, slowly at first, then quicker as the liquid rushed down his throat, drank the whole thing, without stopping. When he was done drinking, he glanced back in the glass, wishing there was more, yet knowing that none of this odd tasting, yet good, liquid, would magically appear. He laughed at himself for thinking this.

Throwing the drink to the floor, he walked slowly to the door, watching his hand reach out to open it. When his hand made contact, he stopped, frozen for a few moments. Thoughts raced through his head, as he wondered what was outside of this door. Finally, he pushed his hand firmly against the pad, and stepped outside the door as it slowly opened.

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Silence. Nothing. Darkness.

She woke up. Instinctively, she opened her eyes as looked around. Everything was blur. After about a minute, she looked around. Green fluid filled her sight. 'I'm gonna drown!' was her first thought. She panicked, but then her oxygen mask came into view. She relaxed a bit examined her surroundings. She was apparently in a tank of some sort. Attempting to touch the bottom, she kicked with her legs. Wires embedded in her skin stopped her from doing so, and she winced as the pain shot through her arms, legs, and torso. She shook her head off. Then noticed her hazel colored hair floating in front of her. Then a thought dawned upon her. 'Who am I?'

At that moment, a low hum sounded. She reached up to scratch her ears when suddenly more paint shot through her. This time it was more painful. It lasted for about five seconds. She struggled; which made last longer. When it was over. She winced as her wounds stung, but after about a minute, they healed and she felt good. It was then that she realized there was more than just the tank. Looking out she saw lights, and a pretty blank room. To the far end was a door; and to the left wall, there was a towel and what seemed to be some folded fabric. A mirror was also there and a small shelf like table. How did she know all this ... Forgetting she was in a tank, she attempted to move towards the table when she hit into the side of the tank.

Her head spun as she tried to think about what to do next. The hum got louder now, and the sound of sloshing filled her head. As her head stopped, she saw that the liquid was being sucked out. She was relieved and immediately ripped off her oxygen mask the moment the depth of the green liquid went below her head. 'Finally!' she said to herself as the liquid drained completely. Her feet touched the bottom. It was cold and hard. Some that was opposite to the fluid. She wiped some of it off her chest, when she realized she wasn't clothed. Reaching out to cover her self, she looked around the room. It was empty.

She shifted her body, and relaxed her arms. As the tank slid up she slid under. Heading for the table and clothes, she examined her body. Slim, Tan, and after seeing herself in the mirror, she noticed a long scar on the right side of her chin. It went up onto her cheek and right beside her eye. She rubbed on it, but it didn't go away.

She grabbed the towel and wiped herself down. Making sure she was completely dry before even thinking about her clothes. She grimaced when the clothes were really drab. But it covered her. She saw a glass and didn't bother to care what was written on it. She gulped it down. The honey tasting substance flowed through her throat soothing her. When she was done, She looked around.

With nothing left to do, she headed for the door. She placed her hand on the keypad and the door opened. She jumped back, but realized it was the door. Walking through, she saw others like her, clothed in the same clothes. In front of her was the top half of a woman. She almost screamed, but noticed a weapon at the woman's side. A turbulence 5.4. How she knew this was a mystery. Picking up the the gun, she held it tightly. Somehow, she knew how to use it.

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As consciousness began to gnaw at the edges of his mind, he stretched, as if waking from a soothing dream, only to find his hands stopped by the confines of the fluid filled tube. Instantly, his eyes snapped open, his breathing hitched and his heart rate seemed to double. He didn’t understand his reaction, couldn’t comprehend the fear that gripped him, all he knew was he had to get out.

Finding a needle entrenched beneath the skin of his left hand, he yanked on the wire attached to it and gritted his teeth to the pain as it tore away from the vein. Suddenly, the rest of the wires and tubes removed themselves, seemingly of their own accord, and he was too relieved to no longer be hooked up to some alien machine that he didn’t even notice the stings or the soothing effect the green fluid provided afterwards.

The feeling of relief was short-lived however as a gurgling noise resonated through the confining tube and panic once again gripped him. Raising hands he didn’t recognise as his own, he ripped the oxygen mask from his face and began to push with all his might against the glass that, to his eyes, was closing in on him. With an almighty heave, he managed to force the hatch open and fell coughing and spluttering to the floor on his hands and knees, along with half the fluid from the semi-drained tank.

While his breathing returned to normal, he crouched on the goo-covered floor and took in his surroundings. He didn’t recognise the room he was in as his own, but he couldn’t remember what his room should look like. Slowly standing on shaky legs, he made his way over to the towel and clothes that had been laid out on a bench, apparently for him. While he wiped away the remnants of the green fluid, he quietly marvelled at the body he found himself in, lightly running a hand over a large scar on his right hip. He found himself thinking that it must have hurt a lot when the wound had happened but, no matter how hard he focused on the pale, smooth patch of skin, he couldn’t recall the event.

Shrugging off the feeling of unease not knowing his own name gave him, he pulled on the long, blue pants and tucked the matching shirt in the waistband. He completely ignored the white tennis shoes. Going barefoot and shirtless seemed completely natural to him. He studied himself in the mirror for a few minutes, trying to familiarise himself with the visage that was completely new to him, running his hand down his slightly crooked nose, wondering if he’d been born thus or if he’d broken it a few times.

As he turned to leave, he noticed a bottle with a ‘Drink Me’ message taped to it. Without a second thought, he swallowed the contents in one hit. The dry, bitter taste was vaguely familiar but, knowing that he wouldn’t remember, he decided not to dwell on it. Instantly, he felt refreshed and ready to go and, once again, made his way for the door. Pausing for a second to figure out how the keypad worked, he left the small, stuffy room, wanting only one thing: To find out who the hell he was.

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He came into conciousness.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I?

With that he opened his eyes and saw he was floating in a green slime that was quite soothing. If he looked carefully he could se swirls of other colours through the slime.

"All the colours of the rainbow" he murmed to himself and as the liquid began to drain away and the pipes and wires he now noticed attached to himself drew away he spoke again "Why not black, blacks a good colour not green"

As the last of the green fluid drained away he looked around in the space he was in. It was a simply room and there was a towel on a nearby bench as well as clothes. He walked over and dried himself off as he looked in the mirror.

He had a tall but fairly scrawny body with black hair that covered one eye "Now thats more like it" he said to himself and walked over to inspect the clothes...."Oh for god sake whoever did this had no colour sense" he muttered as he pulled on the drab blue clothes.

Looking into the mirror he talked to the figure looking back at him "So mr dark and shady who the hell are you" with that he noticed the door and walked over "Lets find out what the hell is going one" he said and opened the door...

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