His eyelids fluttered open revealing the unnaturally black pupils underneath. Pouncing to his feet, his eyes darted everywhere. Seeing he was in a different environment when he woke up, he looked around. He stood alone in a large green forest filled with billions of different sounds of diversity. Cautiously, his eyes shot towards every tiny movement, some of the chemicals he was force fed only day's before had given him incredibly increased senses. He turned in a semi-circle before his eyes had widened in shock. Before him, hundreds of the sky-scraper trees had been smashed and broken aside and two long scars had been scraped into the soil. As the two lines made their way towards him, they became thinner and thinner, the smashed trees also became fewer and fewer until the trees were entirely intact around Damien.
The sounds of the forest were all intensified through his ears. The tiny flutter of a mockingbird's wings would become deafening echoes through his ears. A cold tingly chill ran through him as he suddenly realised with embarrassment. He was naked.
"He'o?" Though his senses had become inhumanly accurate, his speech had become almost unintelligible. Every sound slurred into the next, plain English had become Baby-Talk and suddenly he felt more and more freakish then he had before.
Though, occasionally had thought about his horrid past life, his thoughts always focused on what horrifying experiments would happen next.
Before his thoughts could wander further at what had happened, there was a voice-
"Hands up!" A masculine female ordered behind him. Before he could react he felt something sharp jab into his back. "Move and I'll shoot this arrow right through ya."
Shaking and feeling hugely embarrassed, he lifted his hands to his shoulder. "Who are you?" She barked, making him jump.
"My 'ame is Damie'" He stuttered like an idiot.
"How old are ya?" The voice sounded softly, sweeter almost but still with the hint of authority "Why are ya talking like that?"
"I'm fourtee', I have a speaki' disorder."
She hesitated then shouted the order "Turn around!"
He gulped, his face became even redder at her command. She might shoot him with the arrow if he ran but if he stayed she might take him back to whatever hellish place she came from and torture him to death. Slowly, he turned, waiting for anything to jump out so he could escape but there was nothing. Small mature dark reddish eyes stared back at him, piercing through his very cowardly heart. Her short black hair was jagged and her clothes like she had skinned a bear and had decided to wear it as a dress, or whatever that was. Her feet were bare and in her strong manly hands was a bow and arrow which she was now pointing at his face, or more directly his pointy freckled nose.
She raised an eyebrow as she eyed him suspiciously, his face had become the colour of a tomato by the time she was done "not bad," she nodded, moving the tip of the arrow to his neck "Where did you come from?"
"Cobalt City?! That's fucking miles away!" She scoffed "You walked all that way?!"
Hesitantly he shrugged which had been a bad move.
She jabbed the arrow into his skin, painfully, he felt a dribbled of blood run down his neck to his body.
"Don't fuck with me, where did you come from?" She growled, once again aiming the arrow at his face.
"I-I 'old you C-Cobal' Ci'y" He stuttered with such fear his whole body shook.
This was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. Standing in a forest, fully naked with a girl who was not only checking him out but also about to kill him. He hadn't thought it possible but his life was about to get worse.