They never asked my name.
That’s perfectly fine with me, though. My name doesn’t matter anymore. Now I’m a tool. A weapon. A pawn. You think that would make me feel angry, angry that I’m just some disposable, worthless thing in their eyes?
I was never useful before, not once in my life. Even my parents gave up on me. They were good people, don’t get me wrong, but even for them it reached a point where they knew that nothing could help me. A broken child grew into a fractured man. They never actively kicked me out, but the way they avoided my eyes and softly sobbed whenever I exited the room gave me all the hint I needed. I packed what little I had and took to the streets. I figured I had a fair shot, I mean, the other useless rejects found some way to scrape together an existence, right?
Winter hit hard. I had no shelter.
I was freezing to death on the sidewalk, under a considerable pile of snow. I could tell I was dying because I had stopped shivering five minutes ago. Strangely enough, I stopped caring, too. Freezing to death seemed like a nice way to go, I was numb and the snow felt like a big warm blanket, like the ones my parents used to drape over me as a child. The only downside I could see was the probability of people tripping over me. I tried to stand up, but my body refused. I must have shook at least a bit, because I was noticed. Multiple hands began brushing snow off my freezing soon to be corpse. They wore big, woolen jackets and thick gloves made from what seemed to be leather. They never even said anything, just lifted my frozen frame and threw me into their van. I fell asleep four four hours.
When I woke, most of what I felt was pain. Indescribable pain. The rest of it was confusion, as well as slight sadness. Did I make it to heaven? Is this hell? Why is hell so bright? The answer seemed to be a resounding no, on all accounts. I was on a table. I also didn’t have any limbs. That should’ve bothered me, I guess, but I had already given up on existence. Being limbless didn’t seem too terrible. But then I started itching. A horrible, relentless itch on my nose. It was agony. But that’s how I met an unexpected friend. All eight of her legs scampered up my face and, seemingly, stared into my eyes. She was a pleasant shade of black, with shaggy hairs sprouting at various angles. I spoke up, feeling she could hear me.
“Hello. Could you please itch my nose?”
She blinked once, then scampered to my nose and used her fangs to delicately scratch my skin. She then crawled slowly down to my stomach.
“Thank you, friend. That itch was driving me crazy.”
She clicked a short response, then closed her eyes. A door opened to my right, and she rose and spun in what seemed to be a blink’s worth of time. She then gauged the threat to be minimal, and settled back into the fabric of my gown.
“Ah, I see you’ve met the hierachnid. Quite friendly, no?”
“She got rid of the itch on my nose. I owe her my life.” I said, with utter certainty.
“Erm… yes. Well, I’m glad you don’t hate her, as she seems quite smitten with you. I take it you wonder where you are?”
“I was dying in the snow a few hours ago. I’m not now. The rest is irrelevant.”
“A true go-getter attitude. Well, you’ll be happy to note that your new limbs are coming in soon. Any preference of color?”
“As close to my skin tone as you can find.”
“Ah. Better for camouflage, I suppose. I’ll knock you back out until the procedure is done. I’ve heard from other patients the procedure is… Unpleasant, otherwise.”
He retrieved a needle, and moved to plunge it into my shoulder. She beat him to it, and before I could even register it happened the needle was broken and sunk into the flesh of the doctor’s arm. She hissed a warning, her hairs bristling.
“My my.” The doctor said, removing the needle. “Could you please tell her to calm down? She seems agitated.”
“It’s alright, Grace. He’s giving me anesthesia.” I said, using the name I thought of for her. She clicked twice, then settled back down onto my chest, still slightly bristled and ready for action.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” He said, grabbing a new needle. He plunged it into my shoulder and, as promised, I was out like a light.
-end chapter one-
They never asked my name.