[MNIM] Part 10: Obfuscated
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lunitariaprimeI felt the cold again.
I was in the white room with the blazing star at the top of it, the cold air all around me, touching my face and my hands.
Where was I?
Where was the voice and the sick I had made on the floor?
I felt paralyzed, standing there in the clothes I had found that fit my body, one of my hands was stretched towards a desk, towards a manila envelope.
I felt something pushing back, a force I could not see but feel.
I took a step back, aware of the door behind me again, aware of the world again.
Total silence, just the distant humming of that lamp.
My mind felt like it was stirred, whipped like eggs into a fine meringue.
The disorientation and confusion was as physical as the force I felt interdicting between my body and the table, desk or whatever it was that had that envelope on it.
I could not even read what was on it. It felt like something was physically in my eye when I did.
I turned around, closed my eyes and felt for the switch that closed the miniature star off overhead and stepped away from the room.
I stood on the carpet, and heard the soft, not-unexpected sound of the plastic door sliding shut behind me.
"Something does not want me to see that, obviously," I told the room.
Silence answered me.
I moved into the bathroom again and sighed, moved to wash my face.
While there with my face lowered I felt a sensation, a dizziness, almost like falling.
Some instinct, some deep thing in my mind demanded that I keep my eyes lowered.
I felt an icy sensation on my back, even fully clothed.
I raised my eyes.
Something looked back, for just an instant.
I saw a red, bright dot where one of my eyes was, a strange bony projection and a spine and arms that ended in bony talons more than hands, and I froze there, staring into the mirror-woman's face.
I saw a word appear, written across the mirror, near the top, as if scribed from within in a deep crimson light.
VANDENBURG.
It faded, and I blinked my eyes rapidly, seeing the negative of it flashing and flickering for many moments.
I turned, faced the wall, to see nothing.
Some deep instinct led me to slide out of my trousers and settle on the toilet.
I looked at the wall, barely unable to blink, and my hands would simply not stop shaking.
Before the world was drowned in tears of fright and pain again, my mind went back to the envelope.
It seemed to beat against my brain like a hammer.
I removed my clothes, found the switches to completely illuminate the room and showered until the tears stopped coming.
I was in the white room with the blazing star at the top of it, the cold air all around me, touching my face and my hands.
Where was I?
Where was the voice and the sick I had made on the floor?
I felt paralyzed, standing there in the clothes I had found that fit my body, one of my hands was stretched towards a desk, towards a manila envelope.
I felt something pushing back, a force I could not see but feel.
I took a step back, aware of the door behind me again, aware of the world again.
Total silence, just the distant humming of that lamp.
My mind felt like it was stirred, whipped like eggs into a fine meringue.
The disorientation and confusion was as physical as the force I felt interdicting between my body and the table, desk or whatever it was that had that envelope on it.
I could not even read what was on it. It felt like something was physically in my eye when I did.
I turned around, closed my eyes and felt for the switch that closed the miniature star off overhead and stepped away from the room.
I stood on the carpet, and heard the soft, not-unexpected sound of the plastic door sliding shut behind me.
"Something does not want me to see that, obviously," I told the room.
Silence answered me.
I moved into the bathroom again and sighed, moved to wash my face.
While there with my face lowered I felt a sensation, a dizziness, almost like falling.
Some instinct, some deep thing in my mind demanded that I keep my eyes lowered.
I felt an icy sensation on my back, even fully clothed.
I raised my eyes.
Something looked back, for just an instant.
I saw a red, bright dot where one of my eyes was, a strange bony projection and a spine and arms that ended in bony talons more than hands, and I froze there, staring into the mirror-woman's face.
I saw a word appear, written across the mirror, near the top, as if scribed from within in a deep crimson light.
VANDENBURG.
It faded, and I blinked my eyes rapidly, seeing the negative of it flashing and flickering for many moments.
I turned, faced the wall, to see nothing.
Some deep instinct led me to slide out of my trousers and settle on the toilet.
I looked at the wall, barely unable to blink, and my hands would simply not stop shaking.
Before the world was drowned in tears of fright and pain again, my mind went back to the envelope.
It seemed to beat against my brain like a hammer.
I removed my clothes, found the switches to completely illuminate the room and showered until the tears stopped coming.
