There was a yank and the icy metal wire tore free from Simon’s artery, scraping its way out from under the scapula. The hairless man took a bracing breath, snapped his eyes shut and turned his focus inward.

A searing sensation deep inside marked the closing of the scarred hole and his heart stuttered in time with the waves of agony that washed over his body. A rush of purified blood coursed through his body, diluting and dissolving the pollution that clogged his veins.

Even through the flashes of white, Simon felt the difference. The three soldiers that crouched by his prison, where before they were mere mental echoes in his mind, he could now taste their emotions. Beyond them, the lives of men and women shone out like the bright tips of optical wire. Radiant in all their varied glory, even his enemies glittered like long forgotten stars.

There was a moment of stillness and the General grasped it and lived. It was a bare second to relax, to come down from the purging and let the long dormant endorphins surge through, leaving in their wake a jarringly easy freedom of movement.

Then near-atrophied muscles spasmed and every nerve screamed that he had been dropped in acid.

Clenching his jaw, Simon endured and counted the minutes.


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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