Ryan let his head drop to his pillow. It was futile, he had been trying to get his legs to at least twitch, but there was nothing, no sensation, no
movement whatsoever. His glazed eyes cast an abandoned stare at the glass pane to his right. He could barely discern a shape from the room behind, the
intense light caused the glass to mirror his room, and he found himself staring into his own eyes.
"Jesus Christ! What the hell is going on here?" Ryan moaned.
He stared down at his lifeless limbs and began fingering his thighs. Completely numb. He fondled the white poncho he wore and slowly lifted it. He was
about to pull it over his stomach, when all of a sudden the light went out.
Ryan stopped breathing, he could hear his heart pumping blood through the veins in his ears. His eardrums thumped, his lungs quivered, his eyes
stretched wide open as they tried to see through blackness. His whole body tensed in anticipation, as though he awaited a punch to be thrust through
the darkness at any moment. He slowly swivelled his head to the righ-hand side, hearing his neck creack like a rusty door about his nervous spine. He
could see the room clearly now; it's lights were still on, there was someone on a white bed, just like he was, the person was a boy, Ryan thought,
maybe in his early teens, he had dark hair, and began to squirm around frantically as though on command. The boy tried to look behind himself, but his
lifeless limbs wouldnt allow, he was trapped inside his own body. The boy hoist himself up onto his elbows, then his hands, as he tried to twist
himself about. The boy stopped. The flesh in his face carved an expression of mortification, his mouth oppened and his throat quivered; mute. Ryan
could hear naught. He could see the veins in the boys neck become turgid with his adrenaline fuelled blood. Ryan thought he could hear the boys voice
in his head, like subtitles to the scene, typed out in the voice of his mind.
The boy scrambled, his hands tearing into the white sheets he lay upon, helplessly. Ryan breathed deeply, and exhaled, he could not see the wall
behind the boy, what was he so afraid of? Ryan leaned forward as far as he could, his neck arched to the side. He caught a glimpse of something. A
spot of colour amidst the paleness, it was brown, a brown jacket, a man in a brown suit. The man stepped into the room and stopped. The boy, still
screaming in mutedness, fell to the floor, he winced in pain and was now lying on his stomach facing the man. He tried to turn himself around, the man
just stood there, expressionless, as the boy dragged his lifeless legs across the floor. The boy got to the corner of the room, he stared at it. He
had stopped screaming. His chest was shaking slightly, he looked up and stared at the glass divider, Ryan thought he looked straight into his eyes,
those eyes, they were black, and they were crying, and they were lonely, and desperate, and Ryan thought it was all he could see of the boy for a
split second, all he was, pouring out through the tears on his cheeks. The boy burried his head in his elbow.
Ryan's heart was beating faster and he was breathing nervously, he could feel the adrenaline bleeding into his body, creaping in between his every
cell, floating up into his brain, he tried to move, impulsively. He felt a twitch in his toe.
The man in the suit took a step forward, Ryan did not blink, he stared as the mans black shoe echoed through his mind as it landed onto the floor, the
way he moved, Ryan thought, was strange, as though weightless, he glided through the air. He stood still once more, he had taken one step but seemed
to have progressed a great deal further. He stood for a moment, then the man flickered, the brown of his suit flashed deep blue, and green, his skin,
it shimmered, as though Ryan was looking at a hologram, or television snow, all multi-coloured and flourescent. But it was only for a moment, a brief
slip in his movement, and then... Ryan blinked, his eyelids pulling over his dried pupils, his heart jumped into his throat. The man, he was now
dressed in white. He was now wearing a doctors uniform. He had a face mask on and pale blue latex gloves, and a hat covering his hair, he took a step
forward, weilding a scalpel in his right hand, the boy noticeably cowered and began to shake vigorously. The man began to shimmer once more, the
doctors gown he wore, his skin, his hands and his fingers seemed to liquify, for only a split second, it all amalgamated into one, and then a figure
began to emerge from that form. It turned a dark colour, a dark green, a nose began to protrude, no, more like a snout. The ears were gone, the white
cap was gone, no hair, it's back twisted and bent into a hunch, its arms were long, hard-looking and it had claws, clawsfor fingers and claws on its
toes. It stood there naked, green, and shimmering, its head was large and it's eyes were mere slits cut into its caloused face, it's split-tongue
flicked from between its teeth. It was like a humanoid lizzard! A Reptilian...
Ryan stared, overcome with disbelief, he had once read about crazy stuff like this on ATS, but he ignored the information, he had turned a blind eye.
The Reptilian looked to his direction, its gaze piercing the very glass divider, it oppened it's mouth to speak and said;
"You see what you get? Next time, Deny the I... punk!"
Sorry, please ignore this last paragraph, my mind was drifting... and now I can't concentrate anymore, will continue later.