Day Zero through Present(Faile)

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Date: 4/1/1998 8:03 PM Central Standard Time
From: FaileBlade

Day Zero:



Cold, the blast was brutal and shocking, the sensation assaulted her senses and startled her to consciousness. She didn't know where she was.



Pause.



She didn't know who she was. Her mind a blank, like a freshly manufactured parchment waiting for information to be written upon it.



She was strapped down to some type of table, the bindings a flexible material that allowed for comfort but very little movement.



Faile.



The word appeared in her mind and her lips parted to speak it aloud, "Faile." It sounded familiar somehow. Her voice was rough and her throat sore, she needed water. She supposed that would have to wait considering she was currently restrained with no sign of why or who.



A thought occurred to her, she didn't like waiting. Great, she thought, the one thing to remember about oneself, a lack of patience when all you have is time to dwell on that particular downfall.



((This is the first of a few(maybe ) posts that tell something of Faile. This is part of her past, hope someone enjoys watching this story unfold. ))

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Date: 4/9/1998 12:14 PM Central Standard Time
From: FaileBlade

Light. The light came and went. It wasn't like the warm, flickering illumination cast by torch though; this light was steady and accusatory, it beat down upon her as though by strength of brightness alone it could peel away her flesh and shine upon her soul. Faile learned to appreciate the times of darkness. In the soothing darkness her eyes could still "see" the little that was in the line of her vision. Her body felt numb from inactivity or perhaps the tingling of stillness was created by a less mundane method. Faile never lingered long on that line of thought, it could do no good for her mental state. The soft whirr and hum of mechanics seemed a constant in this place and she had given up calling out for answers; the empty room provided none to her pleas. She resigned herself to this still and empty hell when the silence was shattered. "Life-signs waning, assistance required. Cell 8789, assistance required."