I watch the world die through crimson eyes

The journey back to consciousness when Lizor came back online was a slow one. Sluggish with pain that permeated his whole body - slowing his processes. He was laying on a hard surface, sprawled almost disjointed as if he was tossed aside like a broken doll. First meager attempts at moving failed, only resulting in more throbbing pain, eliciting a low moan from the program's throat. The small sound was breathy and soft - voice raw from his earlier screaming. All he could do then was lay there and draw air into his rattled systems...body shuddering a little which each quaking uneven wheeze.

His head felt as if it was going to split in two as if someone was jamming the business ends of shock staves into his eye sockets. Almost every bit of his face burning with searing tingling heat - radiating from his eyes, across his temples and bridge of his nose. Wherever the virus had direct contact with his skin. Even his hands burned, though not as horribly as his face. Not even slowly turning his head...pressing it to a cool surface of what must have been a wall or....something - didn't help. In fact, it caused more pain to spasm along his spine with the movement of his neck. The resultant jerk of his body did not help his head or anything else.

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When Lizor next came  back online, it was a little faster than last time - but the pain still throbbed. Attempting to crack open his burning stinging eyes next...he discovered to his utter groggy confusion that they were all ready cracked open. Where am I? Why is it so dark? Did I get thrown through a wall? The experience was extremely unsettling, for Lizor had never really been in true darkness before. Not like this. Even in his apartment with his lights dimmed or turned completely off - his circuitry generated light, reflecting off of things around him. Right now it was pitch black - and for the first time in his run time, Lizor couldn't see a thing. His circuits couldn't be out though - or he wouldn't be laying here....

Rolling onto his stomach...he reached out tentatively with his shaking stinging hands and tried to feel around - pausing every so often as some of the movements caused him to spasm in pain for a couple moments. As he did this, through the groggy haze of his own processes, memory files of recent events flitted through his data streams. Abraxas....the virus, had done this. Another spasm of pain broke that train of thought and the disc warrior uttered a strained grunt - falling against the wall at his side after he managed to curl his knees under him and press his head to the floor. Only after a long still silence when it was over, did he move again...fingers stretched out as he cautiously slid his palms along both wall and floor as he inched forward - crouched low on his knees. His matted hair dangled in his face - undoubtedly littered with the corrupted flecks of the remains of his helm - rendered inert now but no less messy. 

The last he recalled, Abraxas had attacked him within a block of the End of Line Club. But now, Lizor had no idea of what direction that could be...or anything else for that matter. Did the virus manage to cause a city wide power outage? Or limited to this sector? That still didn't answer the mystery of why his circuitry wasn't showing any light. 


The disc warrior spent the next several minutes trying to get his feet under him so that he could attempt to stand. It took a few tries and many stumbles and falls to manage it. At one point he took a break to curl up tightly on the floor, rocking in silent agony. Soon enough - he managed to get on his feet and was pressed against the wall almost doubled over, using it for support as he continued to inch forward carefully with hands outspread. By the time his hands found an edge to that wall, He was closer to standing fully - though had a visible hunch, his chin tucked downward with his face partially hidden by his thick hair. He was still in incredible pain, but his systems managed to adjust and help him cope somewhat with his typical high pain threshold so that he could take care of priorities. Like where was he? That puzzle, pain and the effort of moving took enough of his processing power that the program didn't even realize he was without his disc. He was not able to process very much at once due to being overwhelmed.

There! Movement! He felt it....there! Another. His radial scans were picking up other programs moving nearby. He must be reaching the end of...wherever he was. He had no idea for how long he had crawled out of that space - it felt like eternity. The warrior stood there against the wall, head tracking the movements as their energy signatures came and went. The movement started aggravating his stressed neck, so he stopped. He didn't recognize any pings - but he made himself press on and cautiously leave the security of the wall. Shuffling forward carefully, he was heading towards the nearest un-identified program when they nearly collided into him...or he struck them. In any case - it hurt. A lot. 

"Watch it program!" Came the annoyed tone and a mild shove. 

"Wait..wait..." Lizor mumbled, holding a hand out towards the movement. "End of Line...club. Where? Is it nearby? Can....can you point me in the right--"

"Corrupted! Get away from me!" The shove this time was harder, and Lizor - too weakened to retaliate, stumbled and flailed in a new direction. His moment of unbalance caused his foot to slip off of an edge he hadn't been aware of and the disc warrior fell hard onto his back and slid down what felt like a bunch of low steps down onto another level of pedestrian walkway....at least he hoped it was that - and not bandwidth traffic.


There wasn't as much program traffic down here - all the pings he was sensing was coming from where he had fallen from. Disoriented and wracked with pain, the disc warrior pressed his stinging palms to the ground and managed to roll onto his side and curl up in an attempt to recover enough so that he could attempt to stand again. Until then, he was content to allow consciousness to drift in and out as he hovered close to a light stand-by state, laying in complete darkness.