Discovering Winter (reworked)

Part 1.

Falling. The wind ripped at my hair as I fell endlessly. The ground was growing ever closer as gravity did its job. They don't lie, your life really does flash before your eyes. Too bad my life story wasn't all that long, for it only took a few seconds for it to be summed up. The train above me was still going, but one of the doors was flapping against the force of the wind and I watched in horror as it turned the corner and disappeared.

I let my eyes fall closed as I braced myself for the impact when I hit not the ground, but one of the stoned walls. My scream of agony was cut short when I did finally hit the bottom of the canyon, my voice muffled in the snow. I didn't dare look up because I knew it would be bad. It felt as if my world had been turned on its axis, and my head suddenly felt too heavy but I didn't dare black out. My fear of the unknown overpowered my desperate need to rest.

I lay there for heaven knows how long with my arm on fire. Or what was left of my arm. I didn't have to physically touch it to know part of my it was missing.

The cold started to bite at my skin and I could feel myself slowly slipping from the small thread of reality I was holding on to. I knew I didn't have much more time before my body finally shut down from all of the trauma it had endured. My breaths became low and shallow and my head came to the point that it felt that someone had attached a boulder to my neck in replacement of my head.

Footsteps. They were faint but could be heard. In my curiosity I managed to pull together what strength I had to look up. Heavy boots that were weather worn approached me, each step muffled by the snow. I can't remember much more than that because my body had finally had enough and it shut down.

I woke up on a table, not unlike one of your typical OR. The only difference was that this one was much more dark and much less hygienic. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a doctor in a white lab coat cleansing his hands at a sink on the left. Above me was a dim light, just bright enough to light up the table I was laying on. Beside me was a tray of tools, some I had never seen before. A variety of scalpels, suctions, tapes, scissors, needles, and syringes lay on it. My body fought to get up, but I noticed that my one arm was strapped down along with my legs, and my mouth seemingly would not open.

The doctor must have heard me struggling and he turned, pulling his gloves on. His face was already covered with a surgical mask and glasses. I silently begged him not to do whatever he was going to, but knew it would make no difference in the end.

The doctor whispered supposably encouraging words to me as he plucked one of the syringes from the cart but the words turned out muffled and wrong through his mask. I tried one last time to beg with my eyes but he simply turned my neck to reveal a vein and plunged the syringe into it. The liquid filling it slowly emptied from the needle into me and I felt my body slowly go limp and numb.

It was in that state that I watched him completely mutilate the remainders of my arm and put a metal one in its place. It was heartbreaking to see him attach my nerves with the bionic ones. It wasn't natural; it wasn't right. The only feeling I have to describe it is detached; I was there watching but at the same time I felt millions of light years away.

For a girl of my age and upbringing I should've been scarred by the things I witnessed that day. Unfortunately, it was only a taste of my life ahead. Mutilated bodies and years of torture would fill my life in a plot twist I had never expected.

When the horrific experiment of a surgery had wrapped up I was wheeled into a small room by several stern looking nurses. Their disapproving gaze pierced me even after they had left the room.

I laid against the cool plastic of the plastic and stretched out the prosthetic arm. I noticed as I flexed the prosthetic muscles the grooves and indentions in the arm moved and rotated.

After a while I drifted into my thoughts, and eventually into sleep.

The blood dropped down. The seams of the arm glinted in the dim light that reflected onto it. I watched in horror as fat, scarlet drops fell from the indentions of metal onto the floor in a large puddle. White noise filled my ears as I fell to my knees and pressed my hands over my ears, digging my fingers into my head until I felt warm liquid trickle onto my fingertips and down my fingers. I felt my throat compress as I screamed but the white noise continued to block out any other noise. My head dropped in exhaustion and sank to the ground, the blood suddenly choking me to the point I could no longer breath.

Sweat dropped down my back as I sat up in horror, gasping as my chest felt it was being compressed. A shadow in the door moved and I started. The figure slowly moved out of the shadows, and stepped into the faint, dusty light that was cast from the dingy lamp next to the bed.

A man, around 6' stood in the doorway. Long, brown hair fell in messy waves to just above his shoulders. Cords of solid muscle moved inside of his thin shirt, and I struggled to keep my eyes on his face. His eyes, piercing blue, and a slight stubble, lined his elegant but sharp facial features. I held in a slight gasp as he stepped even farther into my room. Consciously, I pulled my sheets up to cover my chest, catching a glimpse of silver as I did. The arm stuck out like a sore thumb against the dull colors of the room. As i looked back, I noticed one of his arms was the same. His eyes trailed lazily along my covered body to the arm, and he stiffened.

"Hello." I said quietly.

The man made no effort to respond, only came closer until he was a mere few feet from me.