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THE BITCHBIKERS RIDE IN THE GALAXY PART 1 "I may be paranoid but i am no android" Thus states the obvious. This man had no limits, no strings attatched. His cybernetic arms, flowing with mechanical juices, lifted his muscular body up off the bed of thorns upon which he rested. Approaching the dust covered window, the only outlet from his room to the outside - the bedraggled figure lifted up te blinds gingerly. What awaited him? A burst of bright light invaded the room, he could see clearly now. This was his holding cell - a cage imprisoning the mightiest of all animals. Looking down on his near naked body, the man postured in the star light. His muscle rippled down to his groin, only a piece of sack cloth covering his delicate fiery skin. But the arms, the arms! His confusion was mandatory - why had he woken up with cybernetic arms. He could feel the strength right down to his fingers. A gift - but from whom? In a state of confusion, the figure again peered out of his portal. A huge orb of bright heat was searing the whites of his eyes... all around blackness. This man was stuck in an eternal void... was this a star? A huge star, around which he was destined to float in eternal damnation? "NO!" he grumbled and turned to a huge titanium door behind him. He would attempt an escape from the unescapable... But what was that? A flicker of black hair at his window - was that another human soul? THUD THUD A sense of foreboding gripped his body as the door began to shake and buckle. Cracks appeared, and faded out as the door flickered in and out of phase space. The animal lowered himself down in to the corner of the room... awaiting his releaser... ------------------------------------ PART 2 A cusp of silence covered the estranged man, sat staring starkly at a wonder never seen before. Reality and fantasy collided in front of his dark deep eyes, shadows of pain and torture being released into his inner most thoughts. His most basic animal instinct had to be satisfied… curiosity. The door remained in its place, laughing at him. He approached slowly, dragging his body behind him for there was no more energy to stand. Closer and closer to the barrier, the man felt a presence of hope. This was an alien concept; all hope had been extinguished in his soul for such a long time that the ecstasy that overcame him, caused his legs to work once more, and his arms of steel to claw out at the door. But lo! There was no door! As soon as his skin touched the fantasy paraded in front of him it had been exorcised from his mind. His heart raced as he found himself stumbling through the portal and into the arms of a small human – almost being bowled over by the sheer power she possessed. “Come now, you must be tired,” came the sweetest voice imaginable, the chorus of thousands of angels. “Your journey has been long and painful. It ends here for a new one to begin….” echoed another out of sight… but the seering light in front of him blinded his senses, he could not see his saviours. The angel holding him let go of his arms. “Where am I? Who am I?” he asked wearily, dropping to his knees – another surging bolt of pain rippling through his veins. Suddenly, the brightness faded and he could see where he was – a shoddy run down airlock with barely enough titanium covering to make it worthwhile. Whomever kept him here didn’t care at all for him, he may as well rot in this hell. Looking up he could see his first rescuer, an angel with the eyes of innocence and purity and jet black hair. But she was wearing black, surely all angels whore white? And again, behind her was another woman, dressed in black with hair as crimson as blood. “Who are you?” he muttered whilst begin beckoned through the air lock into their transportation device. “Questions, all questions that will be answered in good time,” said one of the angels. “But for now you must rest,” she breathed silently into his ears and a sharp pain hit his skin. Suddenly darkness again…. |