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#2011-08-15 05:56:32, as written by Skyrawr

A bright light awoke me from my silent slumber. Every week they make me sleep. They gas me until I'm unable to move, then they give me a shot. A blue liquid in a small syringe. That's what makes me sleep. I could stay asleep for days, and even weeks, but not anymore. They say I'm too weak so they had to decrease the dose. Weak... hah.. They stab me with needles, they exhaust me with their terrible studies. Then they insult me. I'm too weak? They fear me. They drug me because they fear me! And I am the weak one?! I was told that I came to this hospital as a weak human, and I will be leaving as an immortal. Immortal... what a laugh. Science can not make a man immortal, only god. Yet they promise they can fix me. They say one more operation will connect the last of my nerve tissues. They say it will fix my heart, and once that happens, I will be fast and strong. I take no promises to heart.

It's excruciating. The numbing has dissipated. I can feel everything. They tear through my skin and drill into my bone, and now that the blue liquid has worn off, I could scream, or pass out. But I refuse. I will prove them wrong. I am not weak. I do not need their experiments to be strong. My body tells me I am not ready, but I refuse to listen. First thing is first.

Crow laid strapped to his bed. The room shadow-less and bright. Far too bright. It took all the effort he had to move, and more than ever though possible to use his powers. With one swift movement, the light bulb that had blinded him for so long, shattered into thousands of pieces.

They put metal in my skin and on my face. The complete right side of my body had been melted in my previous life. They had to reconstruct organs, and muscles. When they brought me here, they took everything out and replaced it with metal. They call me a cyborg, but what they have made with metal is nothing more than a prototype "indestructible" replacement. My face is concealed by a black mask and my right eye has been replaced with a red lens that has been attached to my nerves. I have never been in as much pain as that day. The special anesthesia wore off much sooner than intended. Every nerve had to be attached individually, and the doctors feared a double dose would be more lethal than the intended trama. I wished I had died that day. In the fire that made me this monster.

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