A Field of Opium
Chapter Title: The Eternal Loop
Author: This Is Da Vinci Speaking
Fanfic Of: Tin Man
Rated: It varies.
Warnings: A cup of language, 2 teaspoons of innuendo, a tablespoon of RAWESOME. (Sorry, I saw that phrase floating around and I love it.) Oh, and slash, because Cain/Glitch IS my OTP. XD
Disclaimer: I'm not even going to bother.
Fic Notes: What happened when we weren't watching?
Chapter Notes: This is funny only because I was listening to the Transformers soundtrack whilst I wrote this, LOL. Here, we delve into the mind of Glitch a short while after half his brain was removed. I think I might have cried.
As I look into the sky (It's really the ceiling.), I wonder what's up there. I think I knew at some time or another, but I can't be sure. It's very hard to be sure of anything now that...
Like that, I forget my train of thought. I stop gazing at the ceiling (Why was I doing that?) and focus on what's ahead of me. My head hurts and I don't know why...but I reach up to touch it and there it is, as shockingly cold as ice. I'm always afraid of that zipper...sometimes I look at it and think it's gonna rip itself open and swallow me whole.
I don't think I can describe myself anymore. I'm not a person...not really. Someone who has half a brain shouldn't be; they shouldn't have to...
I shouldn't have to think this much about every second of my future. I think it was only yesterday that I was reading a sign and I'd read it at least forty times because as I was reading I couldn't remember what I'd read. That isn't fair.
Looking at the sky through the ceiling again, I start to feel a massive, cold, inflamed feeling in my chest, and I realize (I'm not sure how.) that it's the reality of how unfair this truly is. I...
Suddenly I pick up something (What was it?) and chuck it across the room, screaming. I can't handle this! I can't handle this! I can't handle this!
There's so much pain...I don't even know where it's coming from. Tears are engulfing me and I don't know why. I don't know where I am.
The sky. I look up and see a blank ceiling staring back at me. Scrutinizing me.
Just leave me alone! I can't even remember my own name, let alone why my head feels like it's going to split in—
My hand shoots up to my scalp again, and I fall to the ground, sobbing. I rock back and forth slowly, running my fingers along the length of the zipper, not daring to touch the pull because I'm afraid ofsomething. I open my mouth to speak, and nothing comes out at first, but slowly I start to chant, "I can't handle this. I can't handle this. I can't handle..."
My mind goes blank again; my eyes train themselves up...
As I look into the sky, I wonder what's up there...