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// Re-Introductions 
// Story: 50 Million bits 
// by CJBeer 
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"Whats his condition?" a gruff voice sounded into jakes perception, his sight was hazy and dark as blurs motioned past his field of vision. He felt he was in motion lying down facing up although he wasn't moving any part of his body.

Another female voice piped up "Bone fractures, internal bleeding, bruising, his eyes are open although unresponsive but i can't be sure."

The first voice came back annoyed "What do you mean you're not sure nurse?The patient is right here, are your eyes 'unresponsive'?" A nurse, jake was concerned about what was happening now, usually he could shake off his injuries, keep fighting on or take some herb tablets if he was feeling run down but now he couldn't move or speak but struggle to stay conscious.

The voice he guessed as the nurse's came back back stating "Well look at him, how do we know if his biology is anything like a ponies?How do we know he doesn't breathe in water like a fish?"

An awkward silence lasted for a few seconds until the first voice grudgingly backed down "Good point. Well he's breathing steadily so assuming he has lungs we need to put him in a recovery room and monitor his condition, we can't do much else until he wakes up."

After a few more motions of what jake could only assume was a hospital bed being wheeled through some corridors he finally stopped moving, some voices talked in the background but the words couldn't make any sense. He didn't care anyway, he was trying to regain his focus and escape from there beating up as many enemies on the way out as possible. He waited for the voices to go away and after a few minutes he tried to move his arms to hoist himself up but got no response from his body, he tried to lift his head but nothing happened. Options were limited but he knew the basic medical procedures for injury on the battlefields. His only options were to stay awake and hope it clears up or rest and try get his strength back, after all he has had a rough day and the last time he slept was after a large boot came down on his face and knocked him out. Although it wasn't something he liked doing, jake ignored the war paranoias he had about letting his guard down because whoever brought him here could have killed him in this state if they wanted to,trying to ignore his bruises took a few minutes until finally he allowed himself to drift into unconsciousness.

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake...." Jake shot up from the bed looking for the source of the unusual voice that somehow knew his name. Everything was black but he still spun his head around searching.

"Who's there?How do you know my name?Show yourself!" His reaction was more of a demand then a greeting but the voice didn't respond. He waited a few more seconds before losing interest but remaining vigilant, he came back to his realization of the current situation "Aw fuck, i think I'm blind." He looked around seeing nothing but blackness, it was all around him, it was above him but when he looked down he could see his body and the bed he had just sat up on, the floor was a non-existant like the black void all around him, it gave the effect the bed was floating which made jake a bit wary of getting out. Also something else had changed which took him a while to notice atop everything else, his clothes had changed. Instead of his long sleeve nylon shirt it was now a woven style leather which still had rolled up sleeves and black braces with a zip down the middle and a neck collar, the cargo trousers and combat boots were now a matching leather and shin high black boots but in a more formal style then his, lastly his worn olive fingerless gloves were now gloves once again made of leather but now covered his whole hand. He examined his new clothing wondering how his clothes had changed without him noticing "When did they....?"

Suddenly from the blackness underneath a floor shot up making Jake flinch back, when he opened his eyes he was in a whole new environment. The skies were smokey and dark, the ground had become a rock formation in which Jakes bed was now atop a platform, feeling brave enough to put his feet on the ground he stood up off the bed and looked over the side, he was taken aback by what he saw, lava. He was now in the middle of a volcano, in disbelief he whispered "This can't be real, it cant be." while gazing into the boiling magma underneath. 

He looked around for any means of escape and noticed a aircraft on another platform, it was smoking and had obviously crashed there, no use. Suddenly his attention was taken away from it when a voice boomed from the darkness "Apologies..." jake snapped around to find its owner, the voice had a refined gentleman's manner to it, he continued "....But i felt your wardrobe was quite....shabby." 

Jake shouted back looking around for a source of the voice "Well at least my clothes didn't make me look like a male stripper!" he quipped back smirking as he wanted to irritate the voice into showing itself. "What other outfits do you have?Crotchless panties?"

The voice resounded through the empty void but didn't raise its volume "Such inappropriate behavior, you should learn to work on your first impressions."

Jake sniggered and shook his head "You have no idea who i am do you?"

The voice adopted a gentler tone "Actually i do....." Down in front of him the lava bubbled and rose like an enormous monster was about to step out of it. Instead a lone figure emerged from the scorching liquid and as it dripped off not harming the person in the process jake recognized some of the features, a blonde hair slick back as if he had been dunked in a tub of hair gel, the eyes were covered by dark sunglasses giving off a mysterious vibe to him, his facial features were familiar but showed a solemn expression, finally the lava had cleared off and the man stood on the platform facing Jake from 10 feet away. He stood there watching this not sure to fight or try escape, he didn't know if he could hurt him considering he walked out of lava without a scratch and if he tried to run where could he go? Being in a volcano doesn't give you many escape routes. The figure was  wearing clothes not unlike what jake was currently wearing but with a matching leather coat that reached down to his ankles. The two looked into each others eyes which was hard when they cant be seen through sunglasses, finally the unknown character raised his eyebrows in a caring look and finished his sentence "....You are my son."