Post by Rasp on Jun 27, 2006 6:19:43 GMT -5
After a week Tony felt like he might actually go crazy. All he'd had to look at for nearly eight days were the grey walls of his room and himself in the mirrored panel behind which he knew the medical staff watched.
He was healing. More than half the bandages had already been removed and the wounds had reached the annoyingly itchy stage as they mended. At least he was able to walk around unassisted now and had lost the terrible thirst that had plagued his first few days.
In short, Anthony Jenkins was looking forward to leaving and finding out more about this place and the work Mr. Lensherr did.
The medical staff revealed very little and were about as conversational as the walls. They monitored him, changed his dressings and performed numerous examinations on him but on the whole said very little.
Tony sighed and lay back on his bed, hands behind his head. Fragments of memory tantalised him as he reflected on what had happened. He now remembered arriving at El Dorado and meeting Mr. Lensherr. He remembered volunteering for a scientific process; it had a name but he couldn't recall it.
And he remembered that the process was supposed to give the volunteers special powers. Mr. Lensherr had said so again when he had visited. He had injured himself with his new powers.
Anthony studied his hands. He didn't really feel any different, apart from sore. He wondered how you made the powers work. Was there a command word? A gesture? Some sort of sign you had to make to activate it?
"Shazam!" He muttered to himself with a half smile and pointed at the mirrored wall.
Unsurprisingly, nothing happened.
He curled up his ring finger and middle finger and pointed at the screen again. Still nothing happened.
Feeling faintly foolish he flicked a bit of spare bandage off the bed.
Against all the laws of physics the scrap sailed the length of the room and stuck to the opposite wall.
"Huh!" Tony exclaimed and walked slowly to where the bandage stubbornly refused to fall to the floor.
He examined it from all angles. It was moving towards the floor, just very, very slowly.
"Weird!" Summoning his courage he prodded the impossible scrap. It promptly fell to the ground like it was supposed to.
"Erm ... " Anthony glanced around like a guilty schoolboy, just in case anybody was watching. They probably were, but of course he couldn't see them.
He shook his head and picked the bandage up and flipped it back towards the bed. This time it landed where it was supposed to.
Anthony shrugged and went back to bed. Strange things were definitely afoot in El Dorado.
He was healing. More than half the bandages had already been removed and the wounds had reached the annoyingly itchy stage as they mended. At least he was able to walk around unassisted now and had lost the terrible thirst that had plagued his first few days.
In short, Anthony Jenkins was looking forward to leaving and finding out more about this place and the work Mr. Lensherr did.
The medical staff revealed very little and were about as conversational as the walls. They monitored him, changed his dressings and performed numerous examinations on him but on the whole said very little.
Tony sighed and lay back on his bed, hands behind his head. Fragments of memory tantalised him as he reflected on what had happened. He now remembered arriving at El Dorado and meeting Mr. Lensherr. He remembered volunteering for a scientific process; it had a name but he couldn't recall it.
And he remembered that the process was supposed to give the volunteers special powers. Mr. Lensherr had said so again when he had visited. He had injured himself with his new powers.
Anthony studied his hands. He didn't really feel any different, apart from sore. He wondered how you made the powers work. Was there a command word? A gesture? Some sort of sign you had to make to activate it?
"Shazam!" He muttered to himself with a half smile and pointed at the mirrored wall.
Unsurprisingly, nothing happened.
He curled up his ring finger and middle finger and pointed at the screen again. Still nothing happened.
Feeling faintly foolish he flicked a bit of spare bandage off the bed.
Against all the laws of physics the scrap sailed the length of the room and stuck to the opposite wall.
"Huh!" Tony exclaimed and walked slowly to where the bandage stubbornly refused to fall to the floor.
He examined it from all angles. It was moving towards the floor, just very, very slowly.
"Weird!" Summoning his courage he prodded the impossible scrap. It promptly fell to the ground like it was supposed to.
"Erm ... " Anthony glanced around like a guilty schoolboy, just in case anybody was watching. They probably were, but of course he couldn't see them.
He shook his head and picked the bandage up and flipped it back towards the bed. This time it landed where it was supposed to.
Anthony shrugged and went back to bed. Strange things were definitely afoot in El Dorado.
