Chapter 3: Disconnected

Disconnected.

Floating in the fluid that surrounded every inch of me, like the presence of a loving mother. Gently floating, I felt myself lose control of my body.

Along with my loss of function came the loss of emotion and pain.

I felt nothing, everything was logic inside my head. There was not even joy nor happiness, nay the relief that came with the release of pain.

Guilt, anger, love, sadness, not even surprise.

I was suddenly keenly aware of every thought inside my mind. Just as I was keenly aware that I would never see my old body ever again.

But even in my state of disarray, and disconnection from everything I knew.

Strangely enough, I could still see.

I could still see, outside and inside of whatever I was inside of.

But because of this, I saw my body dissolve. I saw the scientists the animals, and the trees being consumed like they were popcorn.

If it was me from before I would've watched in horror, but the me right now?

I watched with an almost unresponsive, and undemonstrative look, no reaction came from the deepest reaches inside my mind.

I watched my hair, my eyes, and my skin disintegrate in the fluid that surrounded me.

Every artery and bone gone, gone and assimilated into the womb's designated sack of nutrition.

I assumed so because everything the womb ate would be transferred to the sack on the womb's floor.

This sack when something came into its umbilical cord would throb, and inflate even more.

I was wrong.

It wasn't a sack for nutrition, the womb, it was making something.

I watched impassively as that sack then turned into a giant embryo.

I saw it grow eyes, pitch black eyes.

And when those eyes, looked at me, even though I wasn't even sure it was looking at me. I instinctively knew it was.

I don't know what it was with me and instinct.

I just felt strangely in tune with everything around me, and its consequences.

Like a type of rough vision of the future, just without the vision.

But those eyes, I wasn't sure why, but those eyes, those orbs of pitch-black ink that were looking at me, were pulling me in like a fly drawn in by honey.

And suddenly, from consciousness to unconsciousness, I went.

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[Time Skip: ???]

The sun was burning bright in the sky, its light bringing a small amount of disturbance to my retinas, their heat burning my chest. My eyelids doing little to stop its burning brilliance. My consciousness returned to the forefront of my mind.

Furrowing my brows, I slowly opened my eyes, the sun's rays irritating my eyes, and a sharp pain in my head disturbed, and shook me.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but before I knew it, the emotions that were gone, came back in full swing.

And suddenly, I remembered everything, and I felt cheated. I could be celebrating Christmas with my family, but instead, I was here, being tested on-a life full of happiness-a life full of pain and loneliness.

I lived it all.

I would've screamed and cursed at the sky, at whatever person existed there. But I knew there was no such thing.

I would've done exactly that, it was just that it didn't feel real. I saw, and I felt...everything. And still, it didn't feel real. The pain was real don't get me wrong, but everything else was just...it left me without words.

So what came out was,

"Where am I?"

I asked in a hoarse voice, surprised at what came out.

'My voice! It's back!'

My voice had actually come back, I thought I would be mute for the rest of my life.

I got up from the ground easily enough. Usually, I would have some trouble getting up, since because of my huge frame, gravity, and my fragile human bones could barely support my weight.

Suddenly, I got a sense of vertigo.

Clutching my head, then rubbing my fingers into my eyes. In the process, taking two steps back due to its unbalancing effect. The feeling, the texture of my hands, unfamiliar.

After a few more seconds, the unpleasant feeling went away, and I could finally open my eyes again.

Abruptly finding the ground really far below me, even more than usual.

"What the...? How tall am I right now?"

I asked no one in particular but myself like I was expecting myself to suddenly know the answer out of nothing, osmosis.

While looking down at the ground, I noticed my body, it was different.

My leg joints had a blood-red metal-like material in the knee area. A sharp barb pointed upward, promising pain if it ever even grazed anyone.

It wasn't just my knees, but every joint in my body had these blood-red protrusions on them. Even the joints in my fingers had them, my fingernails sharp and metallic.

Strangely even though red metal coated most of my hand, I could still move it, maybe with even more dexterity than before.

My hands looked like I had hardcore emo accessories if you asked me.

I started noticing other changes, like my skin changing from milk chocolate to a dark bronze-blood-like color. My skin was incredibly soft but way harder than before, my claws doing absolutely nothing to my skin.

My mind felt abundantly clear as if almost all my life I had an invisible headache, and only now did it go away. A cloud of mist finally cleared inside of my mind.

My vision, was way better than before seeing the tiniest speck of dirt hundreds of meters away, and that's saying something, I am incredibly tall after all, though I don't know my exact height.

The feeling in my mouth also felt different.

Opening my mouth, I felt my teeth, and quickly took them out, blood coming out of my fingers like a fountain.

"Ahh, fuck!"

I shouted while putting pressure on my wound, finding in surprise that the wound already stopped dripping to the floor.

"Huh."

I exclaimed dumbly, as I watched the wound close in seconds.

"That's it I'm done being surprised anymore this is exhausting."