_His Future Is Shadowed_

Chapter IV

_Flicker_

"We march out of the darkness...
We revel in the flames...
The mission is accomplished...
I'm ready for the cage...
And the only thing that will set us free...
Is living through the pain...
And the only thing I cannot take...
Will never be the same...
"

Author's Note:
Italics indicate thoughts...
Bold italics indicate sound effects...
"Words in double quotes" indicate speech...
'Words in single quotes' indicate signs and displays...
*Words in star quotes* indicate non-organic speech...

... indicates a pause in thought and or action...

clatter...clunk...clunk...clatter...clatter...His eyes slowly fluttered open. As his vision began to clear, he could see that he was still in the hallway. buzz...buzz...buzz...The lights began flickering. He looked behind him and saw the room he was in not a few moments ago. That's when he saw that the room had completely collapsed, there was nothing left. Suddenly the lights went out, then popped back on again. This day just keeps getting better and better...he thought with a low groan, carefully rubbing his bleeding leg. That's when he noticed something else...My hands!...What in the name of...no, no, no, what happened to my hands?...I gotta find a mirror... Unfortunately, his leg was still broken, and he wasn't going to be walking to that mirror he needed. I need to...stop the bleeding...buzz... buzz...buzz...The lights flickered again. Every few seconds, the hallway would plunge in and out of darkness, like some kind of horror movie scene. Worse still, the floor had cracks here too. He had to tread carefully. Using his arms for leverage, he managed to crawl forward halfway down the hallway before he noticed a sign half hanging from the ceiling. It read 'EMERGENCY' in bold red letters... There was another sign next to it which read 'W...SI...ON...C'.... I'm in a...hospital?...but that other sign...it's full of...bullet holes...He crawled forward a little further and saw working lights above him, which struck him as more than a little strange, given that everything behind him was a disaster zone...

When he rounded the corner, he found another hallway, except this one was in better condition. On his immediate right was a door marked 'Medical Supplies'. I just gotta get to that door...He crawled over and pulled himself up to open the door. Inside, he found a number of various items. Where is it...Of course...Up on the few topmost shelves were antiseptic and gauze. And to his left were a pair of crutches. Huh...I can use those... Grabbing the crutch, he managed to knock most of the shelves to the floor. There they are...Now he could treat his wounds. After a few minutes, he had stopped the bleeding, and wrapped his leg in gauze. Using both crutches, he finally stood up, and scanned the area. A little ways down the hall, was a small, dark room. He hobbled over, but strangely enough, the door was gone. Like it had been blown off its hinges. Eerie...really eerie...He went inside and felt for the light switch. Click...An intact mirror was hanging on the wall. The first thing he saw was that he was wearing some kind of silver and black, military-style fatigues. He hadn't even noticed them when he treating his injuries. But that wasn't even the thing that had him staring in utter shock. He realized...he was looking at a stranger. No...no...no...It had to be a trick. It just had to be. It couldn't be his face staring back at him. Yet...it did seem familiar, only with some major differences. His hair, no longer short, black and curly, was ghost white. His eyes were supposed to be a deep chocolate brown, now they were ice blue...and they were glowing. Even the whites of his eyes - at least he could have sworn they were white - were now an empty black. But the strangest thing was his skin. It was supposed to be a dark tan color...and now it was a glossy black. Like volcanic obsidian...As he looked closer, he could see deep cracks in his skin...and there was icy blue energy pulsing beneath them. He decided to open his shirt, and discovered that his entire body must be covered in that black gloss. Suddenly, a bolt arced out from within the cracks, racing up across his arm, and up his chest before arcing back into his eyes. That's when he noticed something hanging around his neck. It looked like a set of gray dog tags. He took them from around his neck, and held them up to the light. They were blank, at least until his thumb brushed across the smooth surface, eliciting a soft beep, and activating a small display. The display showed '04282212-24601' and the letters ' N' just underneath. What does this mean?...Who am I?...And who is this Deacon?... The thought barely escaped his mind before he heard echoing off the walls: "Deacon...Deacon...Deacon ...Deacon...Deacon..."

Lyrics are from the song "March Out Of The Darkness" by Papa Roach