I remember waking up in the water- apparently I had been there a while not breathing because my hands were pruned and my lungs were vacuumed. However, I wasn't drowning then so calmness wasn't hard to obtain; and breathing didn't seem like a necessity either. I didn't think about it. I moved my hand a little and it seemed to function alright. Then my toes- yes, those worked too. I looked around me; it seemed as though I was in a lab of some sort.
'My name is Damion, I'm eighteen, and that's about it,' I thought to myself. 'I don't remember much else,' I noted, puzzled. I examined my surroundings again; the lab was dark except for tanks beside me that glowed vaguely in different colors than mine. They seemed to be in spectrum order. Peering into the tubes, I saw they were all empty except mine; mine was the orange one. The glass container I was being held in looked very thick; as if a bull couldn't break in if it tried. I tapped on it.
Crack.
I jerked back, 'Alright, well that's one way to get out... I suppose...'
I tapped again and the crack grew tremendously and as I continued to poke the barrier, the crack grew larger. I did it once more, and then stopped. 'This might be the last one to break it...' I thought to myself as I pulled my finger back, 'Here goes nothing.'
The glass shattered and spilled onto the floor.
I tumbled to the ground, landing hard on a mix of broken glass and the grey slab of concrete below me. "Oof..." I groaned as I stood up, ripping out the tubes from my mouth, nose and penis. I felt instantly dizzy, so much so that I fell back down again, only this time I braced myself a little better, "Holy shit, I live!" I coughed out, "What the hell was I in? That shit's definitely not water, oh my God." I coughed again and spat out the gunk that came out of my throat; it was a thick and yellow goop; it was probably snot, "Euh... that's nasty."
I gagged and looked away; standing up and looking at the other glass containers again. "What the hell? There weren't people in them before..."
I stood there in awe, looking at the other glass containers.
Full of naked boys, all shapes, sizes and color. They had IV's in their arms, their legs, their mouths and their penis'. I began breathing heavily, as I realized that I was naked, too. My body was caked with the orange goop, which seemed to keep it from getting any damage from the impact onto the concrete. Except maybe bruising, that is. I sighed and looked up again.
I don't remember anything after that; other than my vision fading into a slow, overwhelming darkness that sucked out every inch of light there was to encounter.
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"Alright, why did he wake up?!"
"I don't know!"
I wasn't in the tube like I had been before; I was lying on a cold, grey table that was too short for me; I felt my feet hang off the edge. Slowly, I tried to fight a non lucid mind.
"Look, he's not awake yet, and when he does awaken he probably won't have many questions." one of the voices said.
'Oh contraire, I have many,' I thought to myself.
"So, I say, we should just leave it alone until he wakes up; does that sound good for what we need to do?"
The other man sighed, "Good enough; I suppose."
I couldn't yet stir myself truly awake, even though I was semi-conscious. My brain was awake; my body however was not even close. It was kind of like having my mind be the friend at the sleepover who wakes up first but at the same time, having my body be the other friend who was crashed on the floor. My body was totally crashed out on the table and my mind was racing.
