Andy woke up feeling disoriented and nauseas, it was cold, the sensation of grass rubbing on his bare back came to the front of his mind followed by the breath of wind brushing on his naked body, "naked? why am I naked?" the thought crossed Andy mind, but it was soon overcome by instinctual fear, he can't feel his limps, and his eyelids feel so heavy he can't even open them, griped by terror irrational thoughts started spiraling in his mind, causing him to enter a state similar to a panic attack.
"Did I get kidnaped? am I drugged?" he kept like this for a while until the adrenaline faded from his system, forcing himself to breathe slowly to help himself calm down, and put an end to the tide of thoughts griping his mind,
Analyzing his condition, he realized a few facts that he failed to notice in the middle of his panic attack "am not paralyzed, or at least not suffering anything permanent I can still feel the wind and grass on my skin". Trying to open his eyes again proved to be a difficult endeavor, but to his relief he did it, slowly but surely his eyes opened up.
but an assault of bright light left him disoriented, and a surge of pain traveled from his eyes to his head, as if someone, not very gently stabbed a hot knife in his brain, well, stabbed was an understatement, closing his eyes to ward off the unwanted radiance did nothing to ease the headache he was having. But it slowly eased and after a few minutes and one headache later, Andy slowly opened his eyes. Despite his hesitation there was no blinding light this time, but his vision was blurry, thankfully it was nothing a few blinks couldn't fix.
It was either early morning or late evening. Honestly, he couldn't tell, it was clear, not a cloud in sight. The gray curtain hanging above him spread out of his sight, that coupled with the fact that he is laying naked on grass made the probability of being kidnaped more possible. but why bother going through the hassle of kidnaping me just to throw me naked outside. if you're going to kidnap someone then at least have a ....
Andy was cut out of his train of thought by a burning sensation in his cheat, it started warm at first , like drinking a hot coffee on a cold morning or hot chocolate in the cold of the winter , so Andy didn't even register it until it started to get more intense, like a whole bonfire was burning inside of him, Andy closed his eyes in pain , but that didn't lessen the pain at all ,rather, it gotten worse.
his chest, or specifically his heart started pounding relentlessly. Each beat threatened to send his heart skidding out of his chest, demanding to be freed of the confined of his chest. His heartbeat started to dramatically slow down, but Eash pulse sent a wave of heat coursing through his body, each pulse was like a drum playing in universal rhythm. The heat soon traveled to his lungs. worming their way to his respiratory system, that coupled with the heat and presser brought an agony of epic proportion.
inhaling came with a burning sensation, like swallowing a very hot food in a rush then getting a nasty burn, waiting for it to reach his stomach or drinking a cold water to help ease the heat, but there was no cold water, not for Andy at least, each breath is an arduous journey. The act of inhaling feels like trying to draw air through a constricted straw, a laborious effort that ignites a searing heat within his chest. The air itself felt thick and heavy with something he couldn't describe, his breath is hot, scalding his throat with an intensity that goes beyond mere discomfort. It's as if he is inhaling the heat straight out of a raging fire. The air within his lungs feels like the vapor of boiling water, every breath leaves behind it a trail of smoldering embers. constant warmth, a simmering heat that refuses to dissipate. The pain was not sharp but a sustained suffering, a throbbing reminder of the raging inferno that has taken residence within.
Exhalation brought no relief, if anything, it intensifies the burning sensation. The expelled air feels like a rush of heated particles, trying to force the air out of his lungs was of no use , his throat felt so tight, like choking on water , no matter how hard he pushed he couldn't force the hot air out of his body , the act of breathing once a passive function integrated in his subconscious , becomes an exercise in endurance, not just a physical challenge but also a test of willpower, threatening to burn his body if he let more in, as the heat within him threatens to overwhelm. Andy wished to passe out, for darkness to claim him.
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as if the universe heard his wish, and decided to make it worse, to punish the mortal that dared to ask what was not right of him to ask, the heat traveled to his head, and condensed in his brain. As if someone was boiling his brain in hot water, the pressure started to build up, threatening to pop his head like a watermelon, ideas barely formed, his mind became a tumultuous landscape of shapes and vivid kaleidoscopic visions. the throbbing joined with his beating heart, in sync, a symphony of agony and pain, his Thoughts became elusive, slipping through his mind before they are complete. Ideas spark like brilliant stars, just to be consumed but the inferno, it's as if the very fabric of his consciousness is being deconstructed. The mind, once a vault of his memories and experience, becomes a theater of uncharted truths. concepts beyond mortal comprehension, passing by faster that he can process them threatening to tear his sense of identity, leaving a husk of what was once a fully self-aware human.
As the mysterious sensations unfold within him, Andy feels an unusual discomfort in his stomach. It's not the familiar pang of hunger or the ache of indigestion like a constant itching that made his stomach flip as if he is in an ascending plane, thankfully the discomfort is not sharp or alarming but more like a persistent, pulsating ache that keeps drawing his attention inward. The strange sensations were weird and out of place rather than painful, that allowed Andy to regain his senses. his main focused again but his thoughts were blurry, as if trying to view the world from tainted glass, like a drowning man trying to hold to a floating straw, Andy focused on the felling like a honing missile, trying to cast away the pressure and heat flowing in his body, but that didn't last though, as the heat traveled from his organs outward, seeking to torment him farther.
his muscles spasmed and contracted in a ways that he never felt before , the strange heat seemed to seep into his fibers while being torn apart and reconstructed , strengthening them on a molecule level, like the burning sensation of lifting heavy weight, in your last rep at the gym, but it was constant and not momentary, his muscles stretched and the fibers aligned in their correct place , he felt them grow and harden , a progress that would have been a professional bodybuilder wet dream, but the mystical gym session didn't last long for him to enjoy his gains
Similarly, his bones feel different ,almost as if they're vibrating at an unfamiliar frequency forcing his skeletal structure is adapting to something intangible , the pain intensifies, microscopic cracks spread throughout his skeleton system , threatening to break his bones into thousands of shards , but that didn't happen, what happened baffled even the cloud-minded Andy , the cracks healed on the spot , the crack barely got a millimeter thick just for it to heal leaving the bone in pristine condition, it was like if an unseen pressure was pushing his bones inward, forcing the heat to go deeper into his marrow, unlike his muscular system the pain in his bones defies any conventional explanation. It's an excruciating ordeal that left him suffering a fate he couldn't readily comprehend.
having his body technically reconstructed, Andy hoped that was all to it, but that wasn't the case, like an itch he can't scratch or an annoying tingling, a discomfort on his skin that he couldn't really point it out started to spread, it's not a surface-level irritation but a pervasive sensation that seems to emanate from his very pores. an electric current leaving goosebumps in its wake, creating a heightened sensitivity to even the slightest touch, as if he was inflicted with the worst rash ever and an information overload wrapped into one. in the back of his head, he could feel a slimy liquid exiting his pores. Like sweat but thick and smelly, he felt so disgusted at the sensation of the thing, as if ants were crawling under his skin.
While he was focusing on the slimy sensation invading his body, Andy failed to notice the heat dissipate, that is until his once slow-beating heart started to beat fanatically, and the headache ponding his skull intensified.
he felt like he was a sinner tormented in an eternal hell, as if he is going to burst from the heat and pressure, Andy prayed to God, to demon, to anything that would listen, to end his suffering, the cold sweet kiss of death would have been preferred over the raging fire encompassing him.
and this time his prayers were answered, for his vision started to fade and his limps heavy with exhaustion. With one last push his eyes closed, and his vision blackened and there was only darkness for Andy.