Your not dead, again.

"Miss Priscilla," Someone shouted, even though my senses told me they were near. Their voice sounded muffled and distorted. Processing what had happen was hard, the energy inside drained entirely.

"Don't just stand there boy! Get…" A piercing ring feeling like it would eurpt my eardrum. I wanted to ask them to stop, to move my lips and plea to them to stop talking but I couldn't do it.

I couldn't lift my head, or respond. My limbs didn't want to listen. But niether did I want to give in to this torture.

I could still see through my eyes, making out that my eyelids were shut. I could vaguely make out the lights and shadows behind them.

Now the pain which was sharp became hot. Hot althroughout my body. Making feel as if I was burning now. Like I was burning alive but couldn't move or do anything to stop it.

"We have..allivate the..ho…ke.."