Flesh and Metal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man makes a choice he won't remember long enough to regret

Submitted: September 30, 2013

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Large floodlights flashed on in a small room

the lights were fixated on a man strapped into a flat examining table that held him upright. the room was a fairly bland white with blue lines allong the top and bottom streaking across all four walls. it was a surgery room. in front of the man was a large glass dorm the machines almost alien.

The man kept his eyes shut gently, he frequently regretted in his mind to ever have trained his black hair to pull back away from his face. this mans face was bold, sharp around the edges of his chin. his eyes had dark lines deeply etched into his face, giving an older appearance.

He finally opened his eyes slowly and allowed his eyes to adjust to the floodlights pointing directly at him. he felt enclosed, he couldn't see past the floodlights. He stayed calm, he agreed to it after all. Sacrifice some of himself so that he may become more.

he looked down to his bare chest and his legs draped in blue baggy scrubs. scars covered his entire body. from arms to chest. leading down his back. He was a soldier, a loyal soldier. not to a world or a country, but to the only family he has left to protect. His scars remind him not of his sacrifice. but of the people who were willing to sacrifice their lives to end his. He regrets each one.

A voice came over a speaker "Good afternoon soldier" it was rough and heavy, an authorotative tone. he knew who it was and adressed it almost automatically "Commander Branson" his best friend and commanding officer. Bransons voice came over the speakers again moments later "Sergeant Alan Strawn, report"

Alan looked around away from the lights "I'm doing fine sir"

Alan tried to keep his tension low, being tied up like this brought him back to multiple interrogations of torture. Branson spoke one last time as alan watched a large set of machine medical equipment hang over his head "Are you sure you want to go through with this Alan"

Alan nodded his head "For those i wish to defend, I must stand taller than my enemies." he spoke with confidence "let's get it over with"

Alan could not see it, but Branson was behind the pitch black windows of the medical room saluting alan as a means to saying good luck in his own way.

A female computers voice spoke "beginning sedation, please relax and breath normally" alan leaned his head back. a small mask came down and covered his mouth and nose. it released a mist of sedative into his lungs. as he breathed, his eyes weighed heavy.

his body began to feel numb and the last thing he saw before he went under into unconsciousness was the sight of the machines coming down to meet him.

(this short story is based off of i character I developed while drawing. I was not quite so certain about his origins so this is the origin story i have built for him so his background is more structured. I will add more to the story once I achieve some feedback on how well these stories are.)


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