Alchemised English Edition

Chapter 1

When light came, it nearly split Helena&rsquo s brain open.

There was screaming.

&ldquo F***! How&rsquo s this one awake?&rdquo A voice broke through the sensory agony.

Light was stabbing her. A spike driven through her eyes, burrowing into her skull. Gods, her eyes.

She writhed. The brightness blurred, careening. The burn of fluid rushed down her throat. A roar in her ears.

Slick fingers dug into her arms, against bone, dragging her up. Air hit her lungs, sending them seizing as the fluid came back up.

&ldquo F*** this stasis gel. Can&rsquo t get a decent grip. Make her shut up! She&rsquo s about to drown herself.&rdquo

Her head slammed into something as she was dropped. Rough stone tore her hands. She scrabbled blindly, trying to push herself up. Her eyes squeezed shut, but the light was still a knife in her skull. A hard object was ripped off the back of her neck, and something warm and wet ran across her skin.

&ldquo How the f*** is she awake? Someone must&rsquo ve f***ed the dosage on this one. Don&rsquo t let her crawl off.&rdquo

Her arms were gripped again, and she was heaved up from the ground.

She tore herself free, forcing her eyes open. All she could make out was blinding white. She lunged ­ towards it.

&ldquo You f***ing bitch, you cut me!&rdquo

Pain exploded across the back of her head.

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There was still light when she regained consciousness.

It came slowly, as though she were underwater, swimming ­ towards a surface that rippled just beyond reach, consciousness seeping back in. Her eyes were closed the light was just beyond them. She could feel the pain of it already.

She was lying on something hard. A cold table, its metal inert beneath her fingers.

She could dimly make out voices, muffled but close.

&ldquo Well?&rdquo A woman&rsquo s voice. &ldquo Any others?&rdquo

&ldquo No.&rdquo A man&rsquo s voice. That first voice from earlier. &ldquo We&rsquo ve pulled the rest out. It was just this one stored wrong.&rdquo

&ldquo And she was conscious when you opened the tank?&rdquo

&ldquo Sure was. Started screaming when we lifted the top and pulled her up. Gave me a heart attack, I can tell you. Willems was so startled, he nearly drowned her, and when we did get her out, she was f***ing feral. Scratched the shit out of me until we got her knocked out. Had the intravenous and all, but the sedation was turned off. Someone must&rsquo ve bumped it.&rdquo

&ldquo That doesn&rsquo t explain the lack of records for this one,&rdquo said the woman. &ldquo Seems odd.&rdquo

&ldquo Probably done in a hurry. Couldn&rsquo t have been kept for long. Even the ones properly done are mostly dead. Lot of the tanks are just soup and bones.&rdquo The man laughed nervously.

&ldquo We&rsquo ll know more once I have her in Central,&rdquo the woman said. She sounded disinterested. &ldquo You were right to call this in. It&rsquo s anomalous. Let me know how many of the rest wake. Any corpses intact enough for reanimation go to the mines. The living stock goes to the Outpost.&rdquo

&ldquo Of course. And you&rsquo ll put in a good word for me, right? It would mean a lot if it comes from you.&rdquo The man sounded hopeful, and his chuckle was forced. &ldquo Not getting any younger, you know.&rdquo

&ldquo The High Necromancer has many petitions to consider. Your work will not be forgotten. Have a lorry made ready for transport.&rdquo

There were retreating footsteps followed by an irritated sigh.

&ldquo There&rsquo s no need to feign unconsciousness I know you&rsquo re awake. Open your eyes,&rdquo the woman said. &ldquo I&rsquo ve altered your senses, so the light shouldn&rsquo t be too much.&rdquo

Helena peered cautiously through her lashes.

The world around her was greenish dusk, every form shadow-­ like. The vague shape of a person moved on her right side.

Her eyes followed sluggishly.

&ldquo Good. You&rsquo re following instructions and tracking motion.&rdquo

Helena tried to speak, but a low gasping emerged.

There was a click of a pen and papers shuffling.

&ldquo So, Prisoner 1273, or are you Prisoner 19819? You have two inmate numbers, and there&rsquo s no record of either in this facility. Do you happen to have a name?&rdquo

Helena said nothing. Now that the mere concept of light was not a terror, she could think a little. She was still a captive.

The woman gave an impatient huff. &ldquo Do you understand me?&rdquo

Helena gave no response.

&ldquo Well, I suppose I can&rsquo t expect much. We&rsquo ll know soon anyway. You, bring her.&rdquo

The shape blurred away, and new figures appeared. Cold skin pressed against her wrists. The stench of chemical preservatives and old meat burned in her nose. Necrothralls. She tried to make out the faces, but her eyes kept sliding off, refusing to focus.

The table began vibrating as it was rolled across a stone floor, radiating through her skull into her teeth.

Then it was so bright, it was like needles being driven into her retinas. She gave a muffled scream, squeezing her eyes shut again.

There was a nauseating lurch upwards, and everything grew darker again, a motor rumbling to life somewhere beneath her.

She needed to escape. She tried to shift and felt the clank of metal.

&ldquo Lie still.&rdquo The woman&rsquo s voice was suddenly back. Very close.

Helena jerked away, breath coming in rapid pants and her hands and feet twisting against the restraints. She had to run. She had to&mdash ­

&ldquo Don&rsquo t make my day harder,&rdquo the woman said, her voice icy.

Fingers gripped the base of Helena&rsquo s skull, and a pulse of energy flooded through her brain.

Darkness again.