Scribble 14 : Can A Frozen Man Caught Cold?

Welcome, Wanderers.

Again, we met in this edge of reality where both Logic and Illogic coexist without fighting over preferred method to prepare a cup of tea.

Anyway, this would be a pretty short one, mainly a monologue about someone on verge of death. It's one of the things I always wanted to write, but never actually  write, so this is my attempt in scratching one item in my list.

The Scribble May Now Begin

Scribble 14 : Can A Frozen Man Caught Cold?

I remembered falling, but not much else.

The Antarctic ocean embraced me with all its coldness, as I sank deeper to its being.

Humans really are selfish beings. I was one of the 300 person in the flight from Melbourne to Santiago. And yet every single one of us is focused on saving ourselves. Even though half would be saved by stepping on the other half, no one would want to be abandoned, thus reducing the overall probability to be saved.

The fifty percent chance has dropped to less than ten percent. And of course I won't be among the saved ones.

My body started to go numb. It shouldn't be long before my brain started to freeze, as the cold ocean mercilessly deleted my existence from this world.

You know, when people describes near-death experience, they'd say something like their life flashed in front of their eyes, or there's bright light on the limbo or something. Well, in my case, neither happened. I have no way to know if their was the "proper" one or mine is, but all I see is just the colour blue, emphasizing the futility of my struggle against this unfair world.

Is this what dying feels like?

Well, you know you hadn't died yet when you still able to ask that question, don't you?

Was my left hand just shattered? How cold is it anyway? The water is still liquid, but I know better than base my judgement on that. For one thing, water could still be liquid far below zero degree centigrade, if the conditions are correct. It doesn't really matter.

It's funny, really. When on such condition, one would think that even I would focus on staying alive. Au contraire, instead I focused on such stupid trivia as how cold a water could stay liquid.

Another cracking noise reverberated in my skull. Human ears aren't exactly made to capture sound underwater, so I can't hear anything, per se.

Again, those were utterly useless trivia that couldn't matter less to me right now. My body heat was seeping out, I counted the beat of my heart in a futile effort to keep myself sane. Before I know it, I can't think about anything else other than my own heartbeat.

I remembered drowning, as cold water slowly cut off all my senses.

A bright light stabbed my eyes as two hands shook my shoulders.

"Honey, honey!" slowly, I opened my eyes to a dining table that I had seen at least a million times. "You shouldn't fell asleep on your breakfast."

I looked up to the source of the voice, to the face I never thought I'd see again.

"Uh, yeah." I glanced at the watch on my left wrist, and a surge of memories rushed to my mind. Monday, two days after my flight. My new job, director for Chile branch. "I still can't get used to the time zone."

The voice let a chuckle. "Well, it's just two days after we arrived, after all. You have an orientation at nine, which means you have an hour to prepare." a crack momentarily appeared at her face as she walked back to her seat.

"Lilly."

"Yea?"

"How could you survive?"

"What do you mean? You saved me, remember?"

"I didn't."

"What are you talking about, of course you did." she sighed "Although I would prefer if you didn't sacrifice yourself in the process."

"I- what?"

"You died at the crash. But somehow, you managed to save me."

"I can't save anyone if I die. The fact that both of us are here, does that mean both of us are saved or both of us died?"

"Maybe you have to answer that for yourself." and then everything disappeared.

I remembered falling, but not much else....

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Scribble 13: Behind the Normal

Hello, Wanderers!

Fancy meeting you here! Please, sit down! Here is my newest work, not the best on the store, but best I could do now ^_^.

This is going to be a short one. I considered lengthening it a bit, but it ends up watering down the mystery and the core aspect of the story, so I decided against it.

So, before this opening become as long as the story itself, Scribble Start!

Scribble 13: Behind the Normal

Foyer opened and closed his hands, repeatedly. A soft electric whirl could be heard from his prostethics as it followed the simple act of opening and closing his hands.

A week ago, he won't even imagine he would have to be fitted with prostethics to simply move his hands. Heck, a week ago, he won't even imagine a pyromancer would burn half of his body and he have to replace his arms just to stay alive.

For all his life up until now, Foyer was just a lowly detective on a dead-end job, made barely enough to live on daily basis. But his encounter with someone they had called Remniscient Threat had sent him to a world beyond normal, to the world he otherwise would never know exist.

"Hello, Mr... Foyer Reinn-Lasch, I believe?" a man in black tactical gear entered the white operation chamber.

"Yes." Foyer stood up and shook the man's hand.

"I'm agent November, from Five World Alliance, Covert Remniscient Division. I'm here to thank you for your support in neutralizing Remniscient Threat..."

"The flaming girl, yeah, you're welcome. Is this where you supposed to wipe my mind?"

"Sure, we could do that, but we could use your expertise, detective. This is a vast world. Surely you know that that girl isn't the only Remniscient Threat, and there are even more dangerous existence out there, unknown even to the CRD. If you join us, you could help eradicating the threat against humanity, and the paycheck is even better than your current job!"

Foyer lifted his hand, and then frowned as the soft whirl brought the cold metal fingers to touch his chin.

"Could you remove these soft whirl? It's getting to my nerve." agent November smiled.

"We could disable part of your hearing ability to filter that out, or we could use the CRD technologies to reclaim the hands you have lost. Of course..."

"I have to join the CRD. Right. I'm in. Just get rid of these whirls."

"This is your new identity. Welcome to the CRD, detective." agent November left the surgery room, leaving Foyer with his new identity.

From now on, his name is Handbrake.

The scribble would now end.

How is it? Not good enough to spend coffee on?

Well, that's your decision to make ^_^ I just hope you could enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it.

See you guys next Scribble, then!