08-16-2017, 09:31 AM
Pain.
In the silence of peace, only one thing could grip the soul so violently that it would rip Jakob out of the freedom of his dreams.
He flung his body up from the bed, his left hand grabbing his left thigh with a scream of surprise; or at least what was left of his leg… Jakob’s leg was missing from the knee down. Currently, the prosthetic was buried in various packages of junk food that littered his single roomed apartment. Try as he might, however, he knew it was pointless. Rubbing the heavily damaged nub would not soothe it.
This was primarily because the pain was all in the Prime’s head. It has been far long enough for even phantom pains to dissolve away, and yet it consumed him the way it had long ago, in the apartment buildings of Russia…
His not-so-fond memory was interrupted by the stinging rays of the afternoon sun piercing through the bamboo blinds in his cheap apartment. He winced at the bright light and tried to put up his left arm in his defense, only for nothing to come block it. Instead, the jagged nub of his arm’s prosthetic plug in waved around at his naked shoulder.
Jakob frowned at this and fell back into the holy bed. Not that it was sacred to him in any way. Between nights of him thrashing about in his terror filled dreams, days wasted away by him just lying there while high, or the - while rare - occasional romp with someone in his bed has left the mattress full of holes and the top in shred leaving the fluff free to cling to his various implant ports. He sometimes had to pull the stuffing out of the layers of jagged parts. Today was not one of those days.
His fleshy hand comes over his eyes and he rubs the bridge of his nose, eyes closed and his thoughts going back to the dream he’d been having. He wondered if it meant anything, only not to care about what it could mean. He just liked the pretty colors and the funny feeling of flying. Especially in his stomach.
The otherwise normal human rolled over and reached over to the side table. On it was all kinds of pill bottles and injection pens, as well as some loose pills in bags. All colors of the rainbow were displayed in the tiny bags, looking more like grab-bags of candies at a party. Jakob took a random one, broke it open by ripping the zip-lock top off, and dumped the magical mixture into his mouth, dry swallowing the whole load. He tosses the bag to the win and grabbed a fully loaded and prep pen-jection of Bliss, one of his last couple doses, and stabs the needle into the inner right thigh. All without batting an eye. He discards the needle in the same fashion as the back then he rolled back over and waited for the painkillers to kick in.
His breathing slowing down while he stared up at the ceiling while time ticked away...
In the silence of peace, only one thing could grip the soul so violently that it would rip Jakob out of the freedom of his dreams.
He flung his body up from the bed, his left hand grabbing his left thigh with a scream of surprise; or at least what was left of his leg… Jakob’s leg was missing from the knee down. Currently, the prosthetic was buried in various packages of junk food that littered his single roomed apartment. Try as he might, however, he knew it was pointless. Rubbing the heavily damaged nub would not soothe it.
This was primarily because the pain was all in the Prime’s head. It has been far long enough for even phantom pains to dissolve away, and yet it consumed him the way it had long ago, in the apartment buildings of Russia…
His not-so-fond memory was interrupted by the stinging rays of the afternoon sun piercing through the bamboo blinds in his cheap apartment. He winced at the bright light and tried to put up his left arm in his defense, only for nothing to come block it. Instead, the jagged nub of his arm’s prosthetic plug in waved around at his naked shoulder.
Jakob frowned at this and fell back into the holy bed. Not that it was sacred to him in any way. Between nights of him thrashing about in his terror filled dreams, days wasted away by him just lying there while high, or the - while rare - occasional romp with someone in his bed has left the mattress full of holes and the top in shred leaving the fluff free to cling to his various implant ports. He sometimes had to pull the stuffing out of the layers of jagged parts. Today was not one of those days.
His fleshy hand comes over his eyes and he rubs the bridge of his nose, eyes closed and his thoughts going back to the dream he’d been having. He wondered if it meant anything, only not to care about what it could mean. He just liked the pretty colors and the funny feeling of flying. Especially in his stomach.
The otherwise normal human rolled over and reached over to the side table. On it was all kinds of pill bottles and injection pens, as well as some loose pills in bags. All colors of the rainbow were displayed in the tiny bags, looking more like grab-bags of candies at a party. Jakob took a random one, broke it open by ripping the zip-lock top off, and dumped the magical mixture into his mouth, dry swallowing the whole load. He tosses the bag to the win and grabbed a fully loaded and prep pen-jection of Bliss, one of his last couple doses, and stabs the needle into the inner right thigh. All without batting an eye. He discards the needle in the same fashion as the back then he rolled back over and waited for the painkillers to kick in.
His breathing slowing down while he stared up at the ceiling while time ticked away...
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