Philip stood silently in front of a mirror. His entire body ached as he looked at what was left of his body, much of which had been replaced by cybernetics. He traced the plates on his chest and the grimaced. It had been years since his body had been destroyed. But the pain lingered. Phantom pain they had called it. He sighed and began to dress. his clothes hid much of his cybernetic parts. With the recent advances in cyber replacements it was almost impossible to tell the really good prosthetic. Philip however did not have the money to buy the best. His parts were sleek and efficient but fairly noticeable to anyone who looked cloesly. not that anyone really cared. Hell some people were swapping in their parts for designer prosthetic. He turned to his wardrobe and saw a shiny metal sitting atop a plaque that read: "For heroism and self sacrifice" He picked the plaque up and with a hateful his turned and tossed it at the mirror. There was no smashing. Nor tinkling of shattered glass only a dull silence as the medal slipped passed the mirror into the wall behind. Philip stopped. his mind was whirling with confusion. He stepped forward and cautiously placed a hand on the mirror. He instantly regretted it.
Everything is fog and haze. Voice float out of the dust.
"is he alive?" a voice muttered
"I don't know does it matter?" another voice replied
"Stupid git should have minded his own business."
"should we put another bullet in him to be sure?" a hesitant voice asked.
"Nah poor bugger will be out in a minute."
"what about the broad?"
"leave her. she wont say anything. We'll kill her if she does."
a woman whimpers
"Well lets get out of here before the tin men arrive."
The sound of feet beginning to shuffle away.
Pain, rage and hate. They permeate the air. Philip feels strain as his body moves of its own accord.
"What the hell?"
"That's impossible!"
"Shoot him! shoot him again!"
More pain but now a sense of feral triumph and then blackness.
Philip awakes in what seems like a nightmare. He is standing in the midst of what looks like a modern city but there is nothing normal about it. The architecture is alien to him and the towering skyscrapers are decrepit and decaying. a thin smog permeates the air around him. the sky is streaked with black clouds. Instead of the subtle blues the sky is a blood red. There is no vegetation to be seen anywhere. Philip felt even more unnerved when he realized that his breathing and the pounding of his heart in his ears were the only sounds he could hear. Everything was silent to the point of being unnatural. No birds, not insects, there was even a complete lack of sound from the world settling. And yet he couldn't help but feel that he was being watched by something cold and malevolent. His pulse quickened even more then it had before. Fear gripped him as her rotated on the spot wondering what was watching him and more importantly: where the hell he was.
Everything is fog and haze. Voice float out of the dust.
"is he alive?" a voice muttered
"I don't know does it matter?" another voice replied
"Stupid git should have minded his own business."
"should we put another bullet in him to be sure?" a hesitant voice asked.
"Nah poor bugger will be out in a minute."
"what about the broad?"
"leave her. she wont say anything. We'll kill her if she does."
a woman whimpers
"Well lets get out of here before the tin men arrive."
The sound of feet beginning to shuffle away.
Pain, rage and hate. They permeate the air. Philip feels strain as his body moves of its own accord.
"What the hell?"
"That's impossible!"
"Shoot him! shoot him again!"
More pain but now a sense of feral triumph and then blackness.
Philip awakes in what seems like a nightmare. He is standing in the midst of what looks like a modern city but there is nothing normal about it. The architecture is alien to him and the towering skyscrapers are decrepit and decaying. a thin smog permeates the air around him. the sky is streaked with black clouds. Instead of the subtle blues the sky is a blood red. There is no vegetation to be seen anywhere. Philip felt even more unnerved when he realized that his breathing and the pounding of his heart in his ears were the only sounds he could hear. Everything was silent to the point of being unnatural. No birds, not insects, there was even a complete lack of sound from the world settling. And yet he couldn't help but feel that he was being watched by something cold and malevolent. His pulse quickened even more then it had before. Fear gripped him as her rotated on the spot wondering what was watching him and more importantly: where the hell he was.
