The District of Never Die

 all_unwritten 389 - "he got on my nerves"

     I swallowed the little caplet like a normal pill. It went down like a normal pill. But, in the back of my mind, I totally knew it wasn't your typical, "normal" pill.
     It was blue for one. Who had ever seen a blue bill? Besides the one Morpheus offered Neo in that ancient movie. But that was totally fiction. This blue pill was definitely real, I could feel it as it tumbeled down my throat and into my system. No waking up in my bed for me, with blissful ignorance. No, I was an experiment. I wasn't fiction. And down went the blue pill.
     They said it'd take a while for it to take affect, but that I shouldn't really feel anything, except maybe a bit of soreness or discomfort. That was "normal," they said.
     An hour passed and I sat there silently in the bed, contemplating the meaning of "normal." That was common for a philosopher right? Except I'm no philospher.
     The static in the background morphed, changed into a static voice. Then the voice broke free, sounding small and yet very clear against the silent white atmosphere.
     "-lo? -ello? Can you -ear me?"
     The scraggly man in the long white lab coat leaned over, almost morphing out of the wall he was propped against, to pick up the walkie talkie. His voice was just as weak as his hair, barely there when he answered. "Yes, I can hear you."
     I smiled to myself as he failed to mention me. I was just the experiment, not a person to be included at all. How amusing.
     "I'm in the blood stream. Heading to the spinal cord now."
     I had asked how this was going to affect me, them poking and proding my body from inside when I couldn't stop them, and I remember being anxious. Then they showed me the adorable little blue space ship that would be in the little blue pill and I didn't fight them anymore. It was just too cute.
     Now however, once I couldn't see that little space ship, now that it was inside me and there was no way to stop it, I was anxious again.
     "Whoa, the heart beat just speed up. The blood is rushing much faster now."
     Apparently they could tell I was nervous too. The scraggly man outside of my body smiled reassuringly in my direction without really looking at me. Ah, to be an experiment.
     "Alright, past the heart, heading towards the spinal cord."
     Scraggles lifted the walkie talkie to his weak voice and said, "Remember, be careful."
     "Careful"? Why was he telling the mini man inside of me to be careful? I thought this was going to be easy.
     "Ow! ow ow ow! What the - !" My back arched in a painful jerk.
     "Whoops! hah, sorry. Is she okay? I just hit a nerve."
     I glared at the walkie talkie. "Okay"? "OKAY"?? He was lucky I didn't sneeze him out right now, that little mini man. So he got on my nerves. Literally. Lovely. I twitched a bit more, spasms shaking me as aftershocks of my bruised nerve. I hoped the little shakes were like earthquakes inside of me so maybe he'd be jolted enough to be more careful. But then again, he might run into something else. I tried to stop shaking.
     Scraggles watched the monitor by my head in silence. Apparently everything was looking good. He nodded or grunted every now and then, using phonics as small as the hairs on his head to approve of the situation.
     "Almost to the top," the walkie talkie announced. I assumed he meant almost to my head but there was no way to know. I never had gathered all the info on this experiment. Damn that tiny adorble space ship.
     The static broke through again as a shiver sent goose bumbs crawling over my skin. That wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't cold at all. Huh, odd.
     "Everyone ready out there?"
     Scraggles looked in my direction one more time. "Yes."
     A sudden itch plagued my head. It itched so much, but oddly, it was inside of me, in the most unreachable place ever.
     "Cord is inserted. Switching to manual control in . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1. . ."
     At one, Scraggles blended into the wall again, the walkie talkie spewed static, a voice unlike my own came out of my mouth. And then everything was black.

     I awoke sneezing like crazy, one after another after another. That was probably the most I've ever sneezed in my entire life. My eyes teared up and my chest hurt when it finally stopped. Scraggles was back, separated from his wall again. He was at the end of the bed over my legs with a magnifying glass. It must have looked odd to any passerby, watching a man scour a blanket with great intensity while I sat there rubbing my eyes with probably what felt like the most confused expression on my face.
     The tweezers snapped out like a dragon towards a virgin sacrifice. Scraggles raised his hand slowly, bringing the magnifying glass right up to his eye. The now-giant eye blinked and squinted, squinted and blinked until he turned to the vial waiting on the table and dropped his speck of dust in.
    The door almost closed on his white lab coat as he walked out. "Thanks for the information," I almost muttered when the door clicked shut. Looking around the room, I was left to ponder what had happened to me. Manual control. Hmm. I wonder what he meant by that. Mm, well I wonder how mini man is doing. . .

      I must have dozed off again because the next thing I knew, Scraggles was back with a strange man. He was wearing a blue jumpsuit with giant bug-eyed goggles propped atop his head. They were congradulating each other on some recent achievement.
     "It was amazing! To see the body is such detail, so up close! It's like you'd never believe! And our experiment - " His sentence dropped off as his face glazed over with nothing short of complete awe and passionate connection.
     "Yes. A complete success. Of course, the nerves are going to have to be avoided next time." Scraggles cocked an eye brow at the young man who blushed and scratched his head.
     "Hah, yes. That was a complete accident." Then he turned to me and quickly spoke as he bowed his head. "I'm really sorry about that."
     Oh! His voice! It was the voice from the walkie talkie! Mini man! Mini man was out of me! Maybe that's what all the sneezing was...
     "How did the controls work?"
     "Oh, very easy. It was like second nature working them. All of that practice paid off! How did it look from out here?"
     "You definitely had complete control. I could hear you and her eyes glazed over so I take it you had them too?"
     "Yes, I could see out of her eyes. She's slightly color blind though, she should see an eye doctor about that." He cast an appologetic glance in my direction before continuing the conversation.
     Their voices faded into the background like walkie talkie static. So that's what happened. He had control of me. I wonder what he did with my body. My hands quickly ran across my body making sure everything was still there. Hah, that sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie.
     I remember falling asleep this time as my cushioned head filled with images of time capsules and miniature spaceships. One last thought faded across my mind as the dreams took over.
     That pill was blue right?

    When they asked her to remove her clothes it didn't seem odd at all. Who wanted to be cryogenically frozen in century-old clothing anyway?
    It hadn't occur to her, though, that she'd be naked in a clear pod for the next 100 years, for any peeping tom of the company to see. Lucky for them, there'd be no way for her to stop it, or even know it was happening for that matter.

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That was for all_unwritten  prompt 339 "peeping tom"
For some reason, being frozen came to mind when I read the prompt o_O don't ask
Lulz

And I'm slowly catching up on writing in my paper journal! I wrote three prompt responses in it already today, and I have four more to do before I get back on track >_< But I like some of the prompts, so it should be easy :)

One more day of work left! And I already got this week's paycheck: $290 :D So now I can get the rest of my supplies I need for school, and then off I go next Wednesday

New icon picture belongs to http://fairyoliwa.deviantart.com/art/Write-63485900 btw - i just added the text

    Meiz was a little thrown off by his current predicament. Well, most normal people wouldn't really call it a "predicament" per se, but it was definitely one for him. This was so weird and unusual for him, sleeping in a low bed. It just wasn't natural, especially for a demon of such high stature. Royalty never slept this close to the ground.
    Cursing himself for accepting the stranger's hospitality, he rolled over to look at the filth on the floor. Good thing he had asked for a bed, or he'd be sleeping down there among the dust and the dirt. On second thought, he'd rather be sleeping down there than outside like he would have been if the man hadn't found him. At least on the floor in here, there'd be a roof over his head and a warm blanket, not to mention a completely vermin-free environment.
    And there was food and bandages. The food was surprisingly tasty coming from the common folk, and the bandages did their job. They kind of needed to, seeing as his wounds were pretty deep and many. He didn't remember much from last night, other than the arrow and a rather long fall to the forest floor. Anything after that and before hobbling through a thatched door, he had to trust what the stranger told him.
    As the sleep started to wear off, the pain set in again. He had no idea how many stitches he had, or how many bones were broken, but not even his thick royal blood would speed up his healing process. Groaning as an especially large spasms wracked his body, he curled into a ball on the thin bed.
    Apparently hearing his muffled moans, the stranger from last night walked in with a clay cup. He brought it close to Meiz's nose, letting him now through smell that there was nourishment waiting for him. Rolling the demon over, Meiz's head, tipping the edge of the cup onto his lips.
    "This well help ease the pain," a smooth voice said in Meiz's head and he felt an icy cold liquid burn down his throat.
    For the second time in a moon's crossing, Meiz passed out again.

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That was for linebyline The new line is "in a low bed."
I kinda rambled on there for a while >_<
It kinda resembles a story I started a long time ago about a demon royal named Koishii but I like the name Meiz =) and he's very stuck-up >.< more than I thought he would be when I started writing >_<
Anyways
I don't know what else to say. . . LAAAME

Oh, and the title has nothing to do with the journal at all, lulz

    1000 seconds had passed since he had sat down next to The Secret Machines. At first he didn't really like the idea of all his secrets being teased out of his head and shown to the world, but as they left him, he began to feel so much lighter. It was almost as if a great weight was being taken off his shoulders. That and knowing everyone could see his deepest secrets wasn't as bad as he thought. Sure, some of them were horribly dark, others embarrassing, and some were completely weird, but they were what made him him. The people watching were learning more about him that you ever could in a single lifespan.
    That was pretty much the reason he had opted for this procedure. Getting to know someone one day at a time just took too long these days; he needed love now, but that didn't mean he needed his secrets too.

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for all_unwritten Prompt 329 "I need love, that don't mean I need you." - 1000 Seconds by The Secret Machines
I know I didn't have to use the name of the song or the band in the response, but they inspired me, so I used them :D and I think it turned out beautifully :) if I do say so mahself.
And it's not depressing! Woohoo! This prompt could definitely have been depressing, but it wasn't! :) I'm proud of myself - and I think writing that crack!fic helped, haha :D