Destiny

[jammi]

I lay on my back, looking upwards at the white dome that hummed above me. They had placed me in a huge scanning machine that would even now be scanning my brain for anomalies. There were a number of technicians and doctors analysing the results as they were produced.

Now then, were going to add some pictorial stimuli to activate areas of your brain so the machine can get a better reading on them, Ok? I recognised his voice as the Dr. Luke that had been outside my room.

The white machine was pitched into darkness as the lights were turned off, and pictures were projected onto the curving surface instead. Pictures flashed, faster than I could comprehend them, faces, scenes, buildings, cars leaving the memory of a recollection, a dull feeling of comprehension.

There were some worried murmurs from outside the machine as the assorted specialists got their data. Then the pictures began to take a far more sinister form. My home burning, pictures of my father, the Dauntless burning, Corsair raiders, then the symbol.

That image did not fade, but hung in the air in front of me. The symbol I had seen tattooed on the dock workers throat and hung around Hans neck. It loomed, black spikes erupting from its pointed tips, blood seeming to seep from its form.

The voices from the outside took a panicked tone, then something cracked follow by a choir of screams. There was a hiss as sparks erupted from computer consoles, burning those around them. My mind seemed to split as the voices invaded once more, roaring through my mind like an unstoppable storm.

***RAGE***

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