Doomsday Bradley COLD Cold. Bradley had been basically revived from the dead and the first thing he thought was how cold he was. He twitched a finger. Thank God, I have movement. Bradley tried to move his leg but after his energy drained from trying, he stopped. If only it wasn't so cold. Bradley stared at the outside world. He appeared to be inside some kind control room. Wires half-heartedly swung and every so often sparked with a shower of electricity. In the centre of the room was the control stem or something of sorts as the connected wires linked to this heartless machine. Glass tubes filled with a thick liquid bubbled and pulsed every so often. But the main pod was the masterpiece. It was a huge chunk of metal with veins of lights running up it like a spider's web. It's beautiful. Bradley thought in awe. But suddenly he noticed it. It struck him like a truck. The world. It's blue tint. It's lack of consistents. The blurriness. The constant humming. The never ending droning. Bradley looked down. He looked to his side and at the ugly machinery but his head. At the wires that must have lead to his head. At the bonds that kept him in place. The metal that strapped his arms that pinned his torso to the steel that contained his body. Bradley was trapped. And the he just got colder and colder. ~Paradox.
RAGE Bradley Calm. Bradley looked down at the straps that held him in place. Count to five. One. Two. Three. ARGH! Bradley's expression changed from a calm, elightened face to a sneer. ARGH! Bradley thought as a seering pain shot through his body. His spine tingled. A screech screamed in his skull. His bones melted inside him and remolded as quickly as it came. The white noise bore into the fabric of his mind and tore it apart. Tears streaked down his face. His face, raw and red; pained. Goodnight, sweet prince. Echo whispered in his ear. Bradley blacked out. ~ "Calm young one. There's a time and place…" A calm voice boomed, waking him up from his slumber. You are going to be something bigger, better, faster, stronger. Your going to be a new breed, just you see fearful one. Shuddup! Bradley's head ached but this booming voice took it to a whole new level. His mind screeched for him to shut off the pain but it was tearing him apart; forcing him to lose stablity of himself. "Ahh, sweet anger." YOU ARSE! STOP YOUR GOOD DAMN MIND CONTROL CRAP! Bradley howled feeling his bonds losen as his body tensed. YOU BLOODY ARSEHOLE! Sleep fearful one, your time is com- STOP THIS CRAP! Bradley moaned as his hand bonds broke. He quickly noted this as an chance to stop the suffering. The headgear. He tore it off his head viciously. He swayed left, then right. Black blotches stung his eyes painfully. His head felt light and woozy. Bradley started slipping as a stern face appeared his only window to reality. The person mouthed words as he slipped from this world to the next. Now you've done it… The voice whispered.