I feel pressure behind my eyes as the first screw is tightened.
My spine straightens, sending chills down to my feet.
Fists clench and unclench in spasms.
Lungs fill with air, forcing cold liquid out of my mouth.
The shock of oxygen pounds my heart into beating.
Colors blaze across my field of vision; sounds assault my eardrums.
A guttural cry begins within me, rising to my lips.
I remember… a foe.
I remember hatred.
I am ready.