It felt like grief, it looked like it too. The smell of rotting desperation stuck in his mind, burying him under the heavy coat of black that was drowning him. Was she there watching him, disappointed in what should have been one of her greatest accomplishments. Maybe she wasn’t, it didn’t matter, he would never be rid of her, not while he was operational.
There were voices, they weren’t hers.. nor were they Weapon’s. The voices becoming clearer but the blackness continued to embrace him. A cold wet line traced up the inside of his arm, the kind of cold that finds a way of staining your whole body. It could be sleep paralysis but why make a machine that can’t reboot itself less humanely.
“Is he awake? How can you tell?”
The only words Symptom could make out as a muffled voice chimed in. He was awake but he couldn’t move. This wasn’t an accident and he could do nothing about it.
“I don’t know if you can hear me, I hope you can.I can’t kill you but that doesn’t mean I can’t make this harder for you.”
Symptom could hear a metal utensil being lifted off a scraped surface. It wasn’t long before a deep and slow moving sharp pain inched it’s way up his arm. He could feel himself screaming but his body made no movement. He could feel the other picking apart the skin oh his arm and pinning it back. The only indication they had of his reactions was the heart monitor that gripping against his chest.
“Oh, I’m sorry Symptom, you’ll have to let me know if that hurts, here, if you just move your finger, I’ll stop…no? I’d hate for you to feel any of this.”
The more the other dug around in his arm the more Symptom fought to just flinch. he could feel the inside of his arm being disassembled without being removed. Searing hot tools, burned through metal and bone, wires being ripped out. foreign objects being shoved and replaced while screws were mercilessly being lodged and centered. He could feel the pins being taken out as a dull needle was used to sew him back up.
“One down, one to go.”
Symptom let those words drown him as he began to fall back into the blackness, the cold wet streak being painted across his other arm. He could swear he heard the others fighting to try and get him back but he was far too gone, burying himself in mother grief once more.
A voice spoke softly in his ear, afraid of what that meant. Did they get him back just in time to do whatever they needed to do with his other arm. No, not this time, he could feel his fingers move, even wrapped in heavy bandages. As Weapon asked, Symptom groaned, these limbs didn’t feel like his, they had done something but he could only guess. Before he could say anything else, the voice from the operating room spoke up.
“Weapon, sir. It would be greatly advised that you keep your distance, we don’t know what else Symptom is capable of and one more attack like that could be fatal.”
Symptom felt his face flush red, he couldn’t speak, he could barely speak all he could do was shift his bandages in his direction.
“ahh yes, thank you for reminding me. Symptom. We had them removed. not your arms just your weapons. We’re going to have to keep you a while to make sure there’s nothing else that could surprise us later down the road. You wouldn’t want to hurt your family now, would you?”
He sounded like her. All Symptom needed was maybe even an hour, just long enough to get out of bed but he stopped in his thoughts. He felt Weapon’s grip tighten around him, not a protecting grip but one that would have the other running, if he could even make it to the door in time.
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