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Jewel's Tale, Chapter 3: The Light
« on: August 23, 2017, 03:46:43 PM »
--{ Chapter 3:  The Light

Her teeth were chattering.  She couldn't tell how long it had been since she heard the anguished voices of her fellow cybernetic organisms, but twice she had fallen, excruciating pain causing her to convulse.  Afterward, she had lain on the frigid floor, paralyzed, until she could catch her breath and climb back to her feet.

She thought about the claws again.  If they had been out, she'd likely have sliced herself deeply when she wrapped herself in a fetal position before the spasms jolted her legs back out again.  It made her think again of the tattered paper in her pocket, and she was determed to find out what it said before she used it as tinder for a fire.

Her hand on the wall guided her around a corner, and she saw a bright metal door.  Excited, she shuffled to it as quickly as she could.  It pixelated as she got close, and she only closed her eyes for a brief moment to shake her head in an attempt to clear her vision before she opened the door.

The flood of light blinded her, so she did not see the danger, but she could hear it.  Vague memories tugged at her as she heard the telltale "Beep beep beep" of target acquisition sensors.  That would mean the heavily-armed, double-SMG turret dominating the brightly-lit room spotted her.  She heard the sound of whirring as the guns swung toward her, of jingling as the chains of ammunition followed suit.  The spasm in her hip released just in time for her to lurch out of the way of the deadly machine before it opened fire.

Panting and sweating, Jewel sank back to the cold floor, and listened as the actuators moved the guns back to their default position.  She licked dry, cracked lips, suddenly realizing how thirsty she was, and remembered she needed to keep moving.

Shaking, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the shreds of paper, sifting through them at the edge of the door, just out of sight of the deadly turret, until she found her name.