I'm going to go ahead and title this one Random Akira because I don't want it to be included in my many Akira-related posts. This is just a random thing I wrote when I was still trying to develop his character, so it's about two years old now. Enjoy.
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Run…Run…Run…RUN!
It was the only thought running through his head, he could feel the blood pulsing through his body, he could feel the water consuming his lungs as he took his first breath, he could see his world for the first time; the air was heavy and red and the creatures beyond looked distorted and were staring at him with huge dark eyes. They were talking to each other, nodding to each other and shacking each other’s hands and patting each other’s backs. He was chocking. The air around him, the thick red air tasted bitter and he coughed out, watching as large bubbles pushed their way from his mouth and moved above him.
He took a deep breath in, and his throat burned, his lungs screamed, and his entire body tensed and he screamed a silent scream. This was not air, this was suffocating; those creatures, he eyes locked on them, those creatures were killing him and they were praising each other. They froze and turned to him, he pushed his hands against something hard and cool in front of him; feeling the glass with an intense desire to run.
Their faces changed, and they no longer laughed and congratulated each other, they began to panic; the distorted room became a buzz in life as machines panicked. His heart raced, the machines followed, he was chocking, he was suffocating, he was dying, and the machines knew it. He screamed silently to himself, and this time he watched strange racing marks appear in the cool surface before him. He grinned softly, tasting the bitter thick air as it slipped down his throat; and he pushed, mentally as well as physically, his grin widening as the barrier around him shattered and the thick air spilled out from him.
He collapsed to his knees as the water burst away from the broken tank, the glass shattering and spreading out against the cool marble ground. The five men and three women who had been watching him, and present from his conception to his birth, now clung to each other in horror at the escaped creature. He could feel their eyes upon his naked body; he could feel the slick sticky liquid as it dripped down his flesh. He pushed his hands flat against the bottom of the tank, his arms weak and shaky. He shivered and his entire body convulsed as he hung his head and coughed, gagging as he cleared his lungs of the sticky liquid and filled them with this new fresh air.
He blinked a couple of times, his red clouded vision slowly clearing until there was no longer the painful red haze over everything.
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Run…Run…Run…RUN!
It was the only thought running through his head, he could feel the blood pulsing through his body, he could feel the water consuming his lungs as he took his first breath, he could see his world for the first time; the air was heavy and red and the creatures beyond looked distorted and were staring at him with huge dark eyes. They were talking to each other, nodding to each other and shacking each other’s hands and patting each other’s backs. He was chocking. The air around him, the thick red air tasted bitter and he coughed out, watching as large bubbles pushed their way from his mouth and moved above him.
He took a deep breath in, and his throat burned, his lungs screamed, and his entire body tensed and he screamed a silent scream. This was not air, this was suffocating; those creatures, he eyes locked on them, those creatures were killing him and they were praising each other. They froze and turned to him, he pushed his hands against something hard and cool in front of him; feeling the glass with an intense desire to run.
Their faces changed, and they no longer laughed and congratulated each other, they began to panic; the distorted room became a buzz in life as machines panicked. His heart raced, the machines followed, he was chocking, he was suffocating, he was dying, and the machines knew it. He screamed silently to himself, and this time he watched strange racing marks appear in the cool surface before him. He grinned softly, tasting the bitter thick air as it slipped down his throat; and he pushed, mentally as well as physically, his grin widening as the barrier around him shattered and the thick air spilled out from him.
He collapsed to his knees as the water burst away from the broken tank, the glass shattering and spreading out against the cool marble ground. The five men and three women who had been watching him, and present from his conception to his birth, now clung to each other in horror at the escaped creature. He could feel their eyes upon his naked body; he could feel the slick sticky liquid as it dripped down his flesh. He pushed his hands flat against the bottom of the tank, his arms weak and shaky. He shivered and his entire body convulsed as he hung his head and coughed, gagging as he cleared his lungs of the sticky liquid and filled them with this new fresh air.
He blinked a couple of times, his red clouded vision slowly clearing until there was no longer the painful red haze over everything.
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