Reborn

The Awakening

A/N: This work was made by the Nerd

Skylar

The images came in flashes.

Black, curly hair...

A glittering, blue jewel...

Red dress...

Rainbow bubbles...

A closing door...

Nothing.

There was nothing but a suffocating blackness. As if a great weight was bearing down on me. My were eyes burning as if they were on fire. No matter how much I squinted and blinked the burning sensation was still there. I couldn't even move my head. My whole body was strapped down tight. So tight I couldn't even feel my fingers or toes. Hyperventilating did no good. The rapid, scary ba-thump ba-thump of my heart seemed to fill my ears. 

I tried yelling, but only to let out a tiny croak and cough instead. "Agh-!" Something was covering my face and nose...kind-of like a mask. A light went off. The intensity of the blue shaft blinded me. It went up and down my body twice before blinking off. Vanishing as quick as it came.

Hissssssss

A hollow click.

Whatever was in front of me opened slowly; causing me to flinch and await certain death. Nothing happened. A foot above me was floating water. Back-lit by an iridescent blue, it was almost breathtakingly beautiful. The light hurt my eyes so much I had to squint to see.

Ka-chunk Hiss-thunk

Whatever braced me down broke away; leaving the mask-like thing. With great effort I was able to lift a hand to the lower half of my face. Smooth...like plastic? Or was it actually VasCon? Something cold and wet touched my forehead. And then my cheek. The sound of metal grinding on metal seemed to explode all around me. Whatever held the water gave way; causing gallons of water to come crashing down onto me. The sudden force that hit me felt like a ton of rocks crashing into me. All the air rushed out of my lungs. I sucked in a breath involuntarily, expecting water to come in but only to get just air instead. This mask...it gave me air? It was definitely VasCon then. An oxygen mask.

I slowly, laboriously pulled myself into a sitting position to see that I was in a  rectangular box of sorts. I looked up to see a white light shining down,  mixing with the iridescent blue light in the water. The walls of the hole I was in was circular with spiraling ridges...Like a nail or drill bit makes when it goes clean into a wall. I reached up to touch the first ridge closest to me only to stop. My hands. These aren't my hands. They're too big and the fingers are too long. Like...like my dad's. A stabbing pain. The hands grabbed my head and held it tight. The flashes came again.

A man...A tall man! Short black hair...Eyes the color of an angry sky...Skin the color of rosewood...With...a woman?

Hair the color of fiery rubies... Sun-kissed skin...Eyes as green as grass...My mom?

The pain subsided. The hands stopped squeezing and rested on my legs. Big legs. Naked legs. I was naked? What! Why am I naked? Whose body am I in? This is too big to be my body! Where are my clothes?! Do I even have clothes?

A shadow. I looked up to see something move in the light above me. I felt fear. What could be up there? The shadow disappeared. Was I safe? Did I have enough air to stay down here? Would that thing be able to get me either way? Curiosity won over fear. I reached up again to touch the first ridge. A deep ridge. I could climb up this ridge. I tried to pull myself up only to fall back. Drained of what little energy I had, all I could do was lie in my previous prison and watch the rainbow bubbles that I had caused float to the surface of the water. A shadow appeared. Before I could react, something dived into the water and bounced off the wall three feet above me. It moved about in the water, causing many bubbles to form. The thing seemed to be like a pole, with two band of sorts at the end. The pole settled and started to slowly slide down the water and stop a foot above me.

I reached up and touched it; The smooth material felt cold and seamless. Like metal. It jerked up and down twice; as if to tell me something. On a whim, I tentatively put both of my big, big hands through the band and grasped the pole. Almost immediately, the bands shrunk and the pole started to pull me upwards. The weird sensation of being pulled through water scared me. My wrists were burning with fire. I couldn't fight back. Whoever was up there was going to kill me! Well...maybe not me, me...more like this huge, gigantic paleish-brown...thing of a body. What would happen to me afterwards? Would I wake up in my own body? Did I die? Before I could even think of anything else, My not-hands and arms broke through the water, the arms were grabbed by rough cloth and helped pull me more out, till my head broke through. There was too much blinding light now. The pain made me croak again, but longer in fear and pain. "Ahghh!"

"The glasses! Get the glasses!" A voice, deep and gravelly sounding. With a touch of magic to it. Just like my dad's boomed.

"Where are the glasses?" The sound of an adult

"Here!" A younger voice, but also the voice of an adult answered.

"Use this son, it will help." The voice like my dad's boomed again. Something was put over my face. "Open your eyes slowly. Let the glasses scan you, okay son?" Everything was blurry. Just like when I accidentally touched my dad's camera lens with jelly fingers.

"I found another tunic!" Another voice, with magic to it too, but not booming. More...tingly.

"Good! Fast thinking, Charles!" The first man with magic said as I was covered with rough cloth. The glasses suddenly cleared. The dark, blurry blob of a thing in front of me shaped and refined itself into a man crouching down next to me. The color of rosewood. With eyes the color of an angry sky. "Fagh-."The croak turn into a fit of coughing. "It's okay, son. Just take it slow and try to whisper. Everyone here had a hard time when they came on up. I think you will be the last one." I looked around me. There was five other guys other than the man who looked like my dad, but...older. Actually, everyone was old. Like an adult old. But the man impersonating my dad and another man, they were really old.  I croaked another question. "Whagh-cough cough. Wha-whaz cough."

"Take your time, young man. You have to collect your strength." The monster! I forgot him! There was no sign of him. Just old people with sacks for clothes. Wait a minute, I was wearing a sack too! The other oldest guy came up behind the Impersonator and stuck a gigantic nail gun thing in my face. "Uh..." Another blue light thing blinded me. "Charles! You should've given him more time!"

"Sorry! I just want to know who he is." The light disappeared. I kept blinking. The gun thing hummed a little bit before a machine female voice said: "Skylar O'Massey. Age: 26. Relatives: 3 Living."

The Impersonator and 'Charles' froze. The other 4 stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at me. I blinked a few times and stared back. "Wh-Wha iss iz?" The Impersonator rubbed his face with his left hand and sat down heavily. Tears formed in his eyes. I felt fear again. "Iss that...b-bad?" Charles turned and looked at the Impersonator.

"No, no son. That's good." The Impersonator waved his right hand about in the air before warily resting it on my shoulder. I looked at the hand. It felt and looked like my dad's hand. This man was a good impersonator. "I-is myy name S-sky-ylar?"

"Yes. It is. Can I see your left hand?" I weakly nodded and rested my left in his waiting free hand. "Is it him, George?" Charles asked the Impersonator. The Impersonator inhaled deeply. "Yes...yes..." Without warning the man grabbed hold of me in a tight hug, and started to openly cry all over me. "What?" The single word barely croaked its way out. All of the air seemingly crushed out of me again.

"Oh! My son! You're here..." The Impersonator's voice was so shaky. But he felt so...so real to me. I knew this Impersonator. I knew him. As my not-hands came up and hugged the Impersonator's shaking shoulders, I whispered the man's real name. The name only I knew him by. "Dad?"