Pain. That was all I could feel. It echoed through me, grinding my bones and boiling my blood. Something wet was trickling down the side of my face. My arm was on fire and I couldn't seem to move my legs. Whatever had hit me had knocked the fight out of my body. I tried to open my eyes, so I could at least see where I was. No dice I'm afraid. Opening them simply caused me even more pain since the only thing I could see was bright white light. Though judging from the dull warmth seeping through my armor, I guessed that it was daylight. How long had it been since I had felt daylight? Now feeling thoroughly curious about where I was, I tried once again to pull myself upright and find my bearings. My arms burned with pain and refused to obey me. My body seemed to be made of rubber and was completely unresponsive.
"Okay then." I growled, feeling anger burning through me, along with everything else. "Move, you worthless sack!" I thought, summoning as much strength as I could. My body responded, shifting slightly. Though slightly may have been an understatement, as my armor covered body rocked once, then settled back to its original position. My armor bent against my body, the metal mesh resisting my attempts to right myself. "It's not me, it's YOU!" I growled angrily, losing my temper making one final push against my restrictive armor. There was a loud cracking noise, something gave way and I was finally able to push myself up. Then my face collided hard with something with a loud crack. "OW!" I yelped, falling backwards onto the ground, clutching my nose...with only my left hand. My right arm didn't seem to want to move. Rolling onto my front, I froze feeling slightly...more movable. I screwed up my courage...and slowly opened my eyes.
A field of green met my gaze. From my hunched-up position on the ground, I could see that I was lying in what appeared to be a forest. The ground was choked with thick tufts of grass, leafy plants and twisting roots. From the obscured vision that I possessed, I could see thick, brown tree-trunks, stretching high into the air. Rolling my eyes, I could see watery sunlight filtering through a thick canopy of green leaves. Damn...I remember that forest. I remember thinking how calm and peaceful it was. There was barely any sounds. Though the silence was being disrupted by the crackling of small fires, scattered about around me. The smell of burning was thick in my nostrils. But at the time, all I could feel was pain. Unbelievable pain and a rather unpleasant tingling in my legs. Whatever the hell I'd done to my body was really hammering at my body....with a vengeance.
After managing to roll onto my back and dragging myself over to one of the trees, I weakly turned my head to look down at my right arm. My body had previously been covered in a high density "Inferno" Armor, tinted a sapphire blue. Now, my arms armor had been torn open, revealing a giant wound, carving down my arm, bleeding thickly, rivulets of crimson liquid dripping into the seams and plated sections. Looking down at my body, I could see the plated sections of my chest and legs had been torn apart in several places, each tear leaking blood. Damn..that stuff hurt. Reaching round with my left hand, I felt the familiar surge of power. An orange sleeve of light surrounded my arm and hand. I pressed one of the small squared sections set into the sleeve. The Omni-tool gave a small ping.
A large square of light appeared in front of my face. The square of orange light flickered and changed color, until the mirror selection kicked in. There I was. Damn, I was an ugly son-of-a...anyway...Yeah. So I had a short mop of black hair, with a pair of hostile green eyes and pale skin. Though most of the pale skin was caked with blood, coming from somewhere near my hair line. Dismissing my Omni-tool I slumped against the tree, staring up into the sky. I knew I'd lost to much blood. My armor had been shredded. I was bleeding in several places and my vision was fading slightly. Moving myself seemed to have taken what little energy I'd worked up. Damn, falling from space hurt like hell.
THE PERSONAL DIARY OF SPECTRE UNIT: JAMES #1
I think I missed a few explanations out there whilst I was busy describing my situation. Important stuff like my name and what I was actually doing lying in a forest with small fires surrounding me and a large amount of wounds covering my body. Hmm...though I suppose life-threatening situations can distract you from stuff like your name. But you're not here to listen to me rant on about how much pain I was in at that time are you? No I suppose not. Anyways, you can call me James. I'm not from this world and I'm not even from this planet. I'm from London, England, Earth...What? Yeah just because I'm from another planet doesn't mean I'm gonna be an blood-sucking alien! Honestly. Ahem...Yeah so I'm a human and I've crashed landed on this planet....wherever the hell this place is. I don't really remember how I got here either. And I'm a spectre. Before you ask, no that's not a ghost. It's the code name for the elite task force of the Galactic Government.
Right now, I'm sitting in a small den, consisting of a small muddy cave somewhere near my landing point. I must've dragged myself here, half-delirious. I've lost quite a lot of blood. I don't really know why I'm writing this...s'pose this'll tell anyone who finds it will know what to do with my body. Heh...I didn't think I'd be writing my own farewell words. Ow...damn that hurts...I don't have to much medi-gel left. Shame really. That miraculous fluid could heal up any wound. But the vials I'd always carried had been smashed, the spilled liquid draining out through the seams. But...I don't think I'm gonna waste my words with this thing. I'm so tired right now...I don't think I can...keep my eyes open...
I groaned as I finally came to. My battered body hurt. Worse than it had done yesterday. I forced myself to my feet. My wounds, which I patched up using pieces of the stretchy under-lay that made my armor so easy to move about in, were caked in dried blood, which had formed brown crusts, making the armor hard to move about in. The left side of my face was also covered in dried blood, which flaked off when I scratched at it. I attempted to stretch my arms. Once again, my right arm seemed to be disconnected with the rest of my body, as it took a few seconds to raise. It was a bad idea anyway, as I felt something rupture underneath my chest armor. Blood oozed out, dripping through the loose seams. Oh, for a really large vial of Medi-gel!
After considering my situation, I decided to venture out into the wilderness. The small fires had burned themselves out by now and I was hoping to find some form of food. Though the mission of finding civilization was pressing on my mind. Though I amused myself at the thought of meeting someone in this sorry state, with my armor in tatters, blood dripping out of every available seam and orifice.A chuckle bubbled up inside of me at thought, though when I opened my mouth, instead of laughing, a wet cough escaped my lips...alongside a large quantity of blood. I frowned at my armored hand. At the red liquid dripping between my fingers and onto the forest floor. I knew I was in trouble now. I continued walking, staring down at my palm. I knew that no human could survive this amount of blood-loss. It wasn't possible. Not for my species at least...A sense of despair began to fill me at thought that I was going to die here, alone and unmourned...
"CLANG!" I toppled to the ground with a loud shout of pain. Dust and dirt filled my mouth, smothering my cursing with a thick deluge of foul-tasting soil. My foot had collided with something hard and, in my foolishness, had not been looking where I was going. I twisted round, trying to ignore the incredible pain that was begin to blossom across my stomach. I froze, my mouth falling open in surprise. It was my sword. Yeah, Yeah, I know, if I'm a soldier for a Galactic, space-faring task force, why the hell do I carry a sword? Well, before you actually judge me, let me explain just how bad-ass this sword actually was. Then yo can complain however much you like. I swear, I won't complain...much.
The sword had a straight handle, made out of toughened, black leather. The bottom part had a gold covering. The blade was straight though with a diamond-edged finish. Smiling to myself, I reached over and picked it up, marveling at the sheer impossibility of my sword landing right next to me. Using the sword to push myself up into a standing position, I pushed the blade through a small notch in my armor, so that it hung by my side. Feeling slightly better about wandering through a forest with no idea where I was going., I resumed my pace. Damn...By that time I was starting to feel faint with hunger. You ever tried going for days without hunger. It's not a fun experience. No...really I'm a guy who hates being deprived of food for even fifteen minutes, let alone two days.
After walking for two or three hours, I began to notice that the trees were starting to grow farther apart and that more and more of the sunlight could be seen. And there it was. The farm. It was a strange looking place. There was a large, thatched cottage alongside an even larger barn, colored a deep purple. That wasn't the strange part though. What was strange, was that there seemed to be a collection of...multi-colored ponies wandering around the premises. The families pets? I focused on one. The pony had a an orange coat with a blonde mane and deep green eyes. What I found most surprising was the fact that this mare was wearing a...no, it couldn't be. The mare was wearing a Large stetson hat. Being distracted by this odd phenomenon, I failed to notice the soft padding noise that had been growing steadily louder behind me.
"WHAT THE HAY ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE MISTER!?" The high pitched voice made me freeze. The orange mare turned her head towards me, and her expression shifted from happy to anger in the space of about a millisecond. Crap.