Integration—Lyson—complete.
Eyelids flickered on the young man's face. He was covered by a blanket as several figures stood around him. He could feel every fiber of the blanket pressing against his skin. His vision was blurry and his head pounded—the lights were too bright; the smell was septic and sound assaulted him.
BEEP
A single sound shot through his eardrums like a bullet—his head felt like it was about to burst. He opened his eyes slowly to the invasive light.
He felt like he was staring at the sun as several figures flinched around him—except one.
A figure with red hair and wearing a blue top. His vision was blurry, but he recognized the outline of a familiar figure that warmed his heart.
"… Mom?" His voice cracked a little.
BEEP
The woman rushed to his side grabbing his hand and shoulder tenderly.
"He's… stabilized?" one rough voice spoke uneasily.
"No… It can't be… He should have been clinically dead," another voice whispered very quietly—but Lyson was somehow able to pick it up.
"Look, tell me you got this… I must prep the OR for the mission." Another man ascertained quietly.
"Yes… Sir," the man with the hoarse voice spoke with certainty and a hint of annoyance.
Somehow, he felt like he could hear everything—the grinding of the carts, the loud chattering, the roar of mechas outside. Not a soul had any decency for the ill.
BEEP
"Mom?" Lyson's weak voice croaked. "What's happening? I had this crazy dream…"
His mom just put a gentle finger on Lyson's lips.
"It's okay baby, you don't have to say anything right now," she leaned down putting a hand under his pillow as her lips came close to his ear, the sound of something scraping against the pillow shook his eardrums.
"Don't forget the Tooth Fae," she whispered in his ear. The sound was harsh, but he understood the meaning.
The sound of a glass sliding shut followed shortly after, but his mother was still there.
BEEP
The young man lay disoriented but nodded. Meanwhile he couldn't help but overhear some of the conversations.
"How is this possible?" a tall man hushed ardently to another slightly shorter figure. "Subjects that go this long never survive."
"I gave you my notes already! You already know the protocols," the shorter man muttered quietly with an irked tone. "I told you this subject was special; he might actually be the answer to our problem."
BEEP
The sound pierced his ear again shifting his focus.
"Give him the sedative" a male voice next to his head hissed with an assaulting sound.
"But he's stable, do we need to go this far?" A female voice murmured back incredulously.
"Those are orders, don't forget who we work for," the male voice hushed back harshly.
The woman was quiet before grunting silently with resigned approval.
BEEP
Lyson's eyes squinted before turning back to his mom who was still holding his hand.
"Mom? What's going on? What happened?" Lyson asked cautiously.
She squeezed his hand a little tighter.
"I don't know honey. I was hoping you might tell me?" she asked, her face scrunched containing unspoken emotions.
Lyson tugged his mom to come closer. She leaned down to hear him.
BEEP
Lyson's head shook at the sound, but he continued.
"Is it safe to say here?" he whispered worriedly.
"Just trust your instinct," she murmured back before pulling away, maintaining her warm smile.
"I don't remember mom, I just remembered being pranked by someone," he spoke plainly, his voice hoarse but lacking emotion. "Can you tell them not to give me the sedative?"
BEEP
Several of the nurses and the two doctors in the back turned around in shock at the words that came out of the young man's mouth.
"Mrs. Raitaurus, we have to do additional check-ups on your son, do you mind giving us some space?"
Lyson's gaze shifted from several nurses and the two doctors before his vision changed. It didn't black out; he hadn't gone blind. To him it seemed like his sight had suddenly zoomed impossibly towards one of the doctors' coats.
His focus zoomed past the fabric up to the point he could see his skin—then inside. He could see blood vessels churning, then the bones. He had no idea what was happening or how to control it.
Vision—blur—zoom—focus.
A spectral chime ringed in his head.
"Who are you?!" Lyson shouted at the air.
Everyone in the room flinched. Not because of his sudden outburst but because they saw his eyes—there was a silvery coat covering them. Lyson could not pay attention to these details however, as he was looking at the room beyond. A young woman sat on a bench solemnly in an empty hall. He fell sick by the disorienting feeling.
BEEP
Xan—ford
A voice chimed inside of his head.
"No what are you doing?" He shouted at nothing. Many of the staff flinched seeing the young man talking to nothing.
Hel—ping.
The voice rang again like a distorted melody.
"Lyson, honey who are you talking to?" His mom's voice asked with concern.
Lyson turned back to her with his silver coated eyes. She wanted to flinch at what she was seeing but she held on to her composure for her son.
Lyson shook his head with disconcert.
"Nothing mom, just I think I'm tired" he said dispassionately.
BEEP
"Okay Mrs. Raitaurus, we need to get to work… If you may," the shorter man's voice spoke impassively.
"No, if you need to do something, he's my son, you can do it in front of me!" His mom retorted furiously.
"Samoth? Do you mind?" A softer male voice commanded another.
Suddenly Lyson heard the slap of a hand… He tried to see where, but his sight made him sicker. He couldn't even close his eyelids as his eyes just looked past them.
"Let me go! You can't just throw me out!" His mother shouted. There was kicking and slapping sounds as footsteps dragged someone afar. A slide resounded before sliding back and closing. His mothers voice was not heard behind walls.
"Mom! What's happening?!" Lyson shouted with concern.
"Arena? Sedative, stat!" the rough man's voice commanded the female.
"I'm sorry…" She whispered. "I just follow orders."
BEEP
Without any more warning, a cool liquid began to burn in his arm—the sensation made his vision blur, which caused it to return to normal. There were only shocked faces and expressions staring back at him.
"Arena! More sedative!" The shorter darker-skinned doctor with glasses shouted at the brunette nurse next to the young man.
The young-looking nurse just nodded reluctantly before grabbing another vial from a nearby tray.
Lyson, however, just decided to stand up before another flash appeared in his mind.
Hand stretching out as metal is pulled.
He stumbled as an overwhelming sensory overload hit him.
BEEP
He felt the cold floor touching every cell on his feet as one of his hands pressed against the wall—it dented in a little on the force of his touch.
"Umm… Doctors… What do I do?" the brunette nurse now behind Lyson asked.
The shorter, tan-skinned man scoffed at the woman's question.
"And to think you got promoted… How about you try to get him back into bed?" he spoke with contempt in his voice.
Lyson's hand twitched at the sound of the man's voice.
"Who in the hells are you people?" he growled quietly but his voice carried.
BEEP
The sharp jarring ringing was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Lyson grabbed all the wires on his chest—a most regrettable decision.
The beep became a constant ringing piercing his ears with relentless vindication. The young man pressed his ears before grabbing the monitor and smashing it against the wall.
The brunette behind Lyson recoiled at the violent action.
"Samoth! We need you in here!" The tan-skinned man shouted loud enough for anyone outside to hear. A glass slid immediately as a pair of footsteps followed by a blonde man came rushing in before closing the glass door behind him.
The blinds swung from his passing.
"Yes sir, what's the issue?" he asked impassively.
"Subject 31 is feeling impatient… Do you mind?" The tan man with the glasses asked patiently.
The blonde man grunted and rushed towards Lyson, still leaning towards the wall—his breathing was heavy.
The man named Samoth, without warning grabbed Lyson's wrist forcefully.
Lyson just turned his head slowly at the man, his expression heavy with contempt.
In a moment he grabbed the man's arm in return and grasped it with all his strength,
The man's arm collapsed under Lyson's grip, pulverizing his radius and ulna.
At that moment, Lyson made eye contact with the blonde man as his face twisted into one of pure agony. Lyson's face turned into pure shock before a contained groan assaulted his ears.
'What in the hells did I just do?' Lyson asked himself in disbelief.
Emnites—power—warning.
'What is this saying? Why do I keep hearing it?' Lyson thought.
I—show.
A vision abruptly jolted Lyson's mind.
Black figures with four arms crushing beings that didn't look human.
Static air before being shot like a pulse destroying the side of a dome like building.
Lyson's eyes widened as he gasped for air—he fell back against the wall
Two metallic snaps suddenly clicked in his direction.
"Arena! What are you doing?! Contain subject 31! That is an order!" the gruff man shouted.
Shortly after, the brunette woman pulled out a gun herself with an apologetic face that said "I'm sorry" without any words.
The blonde nurse was crawling away painfully as half of his forearm hung from the middle—the skin around the breakage was bright red.
Lyson looked around, not sure if he was more disgusted or annoyed. These people were supposed to take care of him, now they were aiming guns at him. He had just woken up to a massive headache, and he was done being patient.
For a moment, the room chilled with heavy silence.
Without any more hesitation, he grabbed the brunette nurse by the wrist, then pulled her towards him with the gun facing away. He used his other hand to slap the gun out of her hand before using that same arm to wrap around her neck. He held her in front of him now.
The man in the lab coat stood in front of him now with another auburn-haired man in blue scrubs, facing their guns at him with heightened intensity.
The supposed "Doctor" cracked a sickening grin at Lyson's sudden action.
"You think we won't shoot her too? That woman doesn't deserve her title," he chuckled menacingly. "If command knew the things I know, they'd execute her themselves."
Arena quivered at the words as her body instantly felt warm. Lyson felt her body jittering as sobs escaped her mouth with regretful silence.
The "doctor" grabbed a cylindrical object which he then twisted on to the ejection port of his gun unhurriedly—he had a sickening grin on his face.
"Look I'll show you," he spoke calmly before twisting it taut—then shooting the woman right in the stomach. Blood spilled from the hole right down her legs on to the ground into a crimson puddle.
Her body became limp as Lyson tried to hold her steady, before she slid down his leg—leaving a bloody trail on his blue gown.
'Fuck—Fuck! What is happening? What do I do?' he shuddered, seeing what just transpired.
A familiar vision flashed in his mind.
A hand stretched out, a metallic object flying at him
An alien-like being crunching metal in its teeth.
Lyson's head shook discombobulated, guns still trained at him.
'Is that what you're suggesting I do?' He questioned whatever was in his mind
Yes—
"Fuckit," Lyson muttered under his breath.
He stretched his arm out, trying to feel for something. Then he felt tension on the tips of his fingers.
'Is this what it meant?' He thought before a melodious hum echoed in his head.
He pulled his fingers before all metal objects in the direction of his hand suddenly flew in his direction. Cabinets flew open, contents escaped but most importantly guns shot out his assailant's hands.
Lyson was shocked at the surreal extension of power he had just displayed—he moved out of the way of all the objects that came to him all at once. Half of the hospital ripped towards him, accidentally obliterating everything in his path.
He looked at his hands with a cold expression before a massive web began to crack on the wall next to him; expanded into chunks of slabs and flying debris—Lyson flinched.
A hulking silver figure stood then, its bulging silver eyes stared at him menacingly for an extended minute.
Then it struck him with a multi-faceted claw that sent him against the side of the hospital room with continued momentum that shattered the bulkhead behind him.
He ejected from the side of the building into a hellish landscape—his world was red, every beautiful piece of architecture deduced to smoldering rubble as massive disk-like spacecrafts were suspended high in the air.
'How is this possible?' he asked himself as he flew nearly one kilometer towards some ruins lying in smoke a street away from the half-crumbled hospital.
As he hit the side of the ruined stone wall, the earth shook with a violent tremor as barely holding structures around him collapsed.
Lyson looked up desperately as horns began to burst from the dark red clouds above. Immediately dozens of figures began to fall from the sky. Each figure was silver with multiple appendages as they dropped at an impossible speed above—each landing produced a shockwave that flattened any remaining structure around him.
Then in front of him, a single humanoid figure walked slowly and deliberately at him—the ground trembled with every step.
Lyson stood, his face scowled with defiance and disdain as his gown waved to the rushing hot wind around him—cinders glowed indifferently as they passed.
"You bastards! This is MY world! Not yours!!" he shouted as he raised a single arm—all the metal in the area hovered in the air with his command.
Then with a single motion he lunged his arm forward as all metal obeyed him. Every piece of rubble, every mecha, every rebar flew at the creature with absolute prejudice.
The monster tried to dodge but it was unable to evade every projectile. When the mechas hit it, their fusion cores reacted to the sudden tension causing an explosion of three hundred meters each—their reactions caused a shockwave that blew hot air in every direction.
Lyson watched expectantly before…
BOOM
The crab-like alien punched a hole in the rubble covering it and without hesitation dashed at Lyson in a blur. The creature was atop of him in a matter of seconds before winding up a massive strike with its multi-faceted pincers.
Lyson didn't hold back however as he wound up a devastating attack of his own.
The four clawed pincer and his own fist struck each other simultaneously creating a seismic wave that caved in the earth all around them—the ground sank with the overwhelming force.
BEEP
Lyson's eyelids twitched repeatedly from his hospital bed.
"I think the sedative is finally working," the brunette woman spoke cautiously.