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The plans were all in place and only fine-tuning was required from this point onwards. However to fine-tune, a participant was required and not just any participant. It had to be someone who had been through much worse, someone accustomed to hardships. Unfortunately, the best prospects were busy with other things. They needed somebody who didn't have any other engagements on their mind and they found someone who fit the bill more than perfectly in a young lady that lived in the Domino area and graduated from the world-renown Anime High after enduring hardships untold. In Reyome, they found their unwilling participant. In the middle of night, as she fumbled with the lock on her apartment, she was taken by two nondescript men that simply chloroformed her and stuck a bag over her head. She resisted, of course. She resisted, but was so out-of-practice that these regular humans were able to subdue her by simply pushing the rag closer to her face and waiting for the euphoria of sleep to take over. Oh how the mighty are fallen, it seems. It's at this point that the point-of-view switches and a new narrator takes place. Not a third party, but the actual participant herself... Henceforth, everything else will be her own thoughts and feelings. Her pain, her joy, her hardships all recorded straight from her own thoughts. All recorded by the tracking chip placed in her head and relayed back. --- Floating. Her mind was floating, almost wandering aimlessly. The only thing that kept her thoughts anchored was pain. The pain was only dull, however. An afterthought, nothing else and fading away rapidly. In the distance, she heard the rhythmic pounding of helicopter blades and recognized them for what they were even half asleep as she still was. In response, she cracked open an eye and instantly shut both as tightly as she could to ward off how bright it was. She tried again and forced her eyes to stay open. This wasn't her apartment, not by a long shot. She was lying on her back and was staring up at a blue sky. The sun wasn't directly overhead, but it wasn't far from it. Wherever she was, it was nearly midday and it was -hot-. By the powers, the heat was oppressive. It practically stole her breath. She sat up and saw plant life she'd only seen in school textbooks. Dimly, she identified the plants as tropical ferns which made sense given the heat. The helicopter noise grew less present and she glanced upwards again to watch its retreating form. She tried to yell out, to call out to the pilot, to try and signal him. She jumped to her feet, started waving her arms wildly, but when she tried to call out, her voice came out hoarse and cracked like a teenage boy's voice. She wet her mouth, swallowed, and tried again, but it did no good. The helicopter knew she was there and didn't give a damn. That, frankly, was infuriating. She didn't like the way this was shaping up in the least. She squatted on the ground and closed her eyes, searching her memory. That didn't take too long. She knew basically nothing. Try as she might, she couldn't remember her name, where she lived (she, for some reason, remembered that she lived in an apartment), or any other personal information. All that she knew was that she was alone in a tropical region and the only signs of humanity she could identify were almost out of sight. This did nothing to improve her mood. Frowning, she started trudging in roughly the same direction she last saw the helicopter heading in. If she caught up with them, she was going to give them a piece of her mind for leaving her alone out here in such an inhumane fashion. |
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