by muffinstud » Tue Jun 24, 2008 4:07 pm
Ray did a double take. Did he just see some young white-haired girl in that mirror? He squinted his eyes and looked closer, but all he could see was his own reflection. He dismissed it and shook his head. Well, he tried to. His head wouldn't budge. He tried to look away from the mirror, but he was caught in the reflection. The yellow tint became brighter, until it was a beam of sunlight right in his face. Brighter and brighter it grew. He was very confused, since he knew this light should be bright enough to blind him, but also because his reflection showed him with red eyes.
Impossibly, the blinding light flashed brighter a few times like some kind of strobe light and then went dark. The mirror still had a strong yellow glow to it, but it no longer had anywhere near the brightness as before, and was fading fast. Now Ray shook his head placing a skeletal hand on his head. Wait...
Ray took a good look at his hand and twitched silently. He had no skin, muscle, not even bone. It was just some kind of metal. He moved his fingers and they responded, touched the floor and felt the linoleum, but it still didn't change the fact that he most definitely didn't have a metal hand five minutes ago. He set his other hand next to it. It looked normal enough, but he could see a small line form along his fingers and the back of his hand. Without warning, his skin peeled back from the lines and folded itself somewhere so he had two menacing looking metal hands. Ray freaked out. As he screamed, lines appeared all over his body. Instantly all his skin disappeared, replaced with cold silver. His clothes ripped apart as little nodes poked out of his joints and sucked them inside before the nodes retracted somewhere too. He looked around and found things started getting labels on them. The kitchen door was exactly 8.4 meters away, and a structural analysis revealed it was "easily compromised." He looked back in the mirror. He didn't like what he saw.
Red dots of light shown where his eyes should have been, framed all around with sleek chrome. Ray touched a metal hand to his new face and shuddered. "Am I even...human?" Relief flooded him as he heard his own voice. "At least part of me's the same," he exhaled. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. When he opened them again, he was pleasantly surprised to see his skin and clothes were back in place. He looked in the mirror again and sighed when he saw his regular, human face. He looked a little closer and noticed that his eyes were still red, even if they didn't glow as much.
"Okay, kinda cool, gotta admit. But I need to stop taking crazy pills or something."
(sorry for the length, got carried away)
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker