What am I looking at? I’m sitting in my cubicle, doing absolutely nothing but acting like I was successfully examining this strange bracelet. It such a confusing thing, It doesn’t act normally at all. It’s constantly shining this bright, baby blue glow, and it doesn’t seem to have anything to detach so I could replace the batteries or whatever. And on top of all that nonsense it doesn’t touch my wrist! It just floats there, like some sort of magical band of dragon’s blood… or something. It’s just too strange to even come up with comparisons. I set this… thing down and look back at the hunk of plastic that this company decides to call computers. Quite frankly I’m amazed that Deanth Electronics is actually a company. I thought we would’ve been taken under because we make computers that would barely be acceptable to the cavemen. Actually that would be kinda silly, some caveman just banging away at a keyboard being all like “unga-bunga me smash letters”. Oh god I have a terrible sense of humor.
After a few hours of working and almost completely forgetting about the weird bracelet, it decides to remind me that it exists by nearly blinding me. It started glowing furiously, shining my entire cubical with its faint blue glow. The glow was weird enough, but to put the cherry on top the entire building danced around like a little kid who hasn’t gone to the bathroom in hours. It took me a few moments to realize that the shaking was caused by an explosion. I joined the giant crowd funneling down the staircase. I managed to slip through the crowd of people and I was one of the first people who got down to the first floor. I was making a beeline to the door but then… bang. I fell to the ground, dazed and agonized from the piercing pain in my knee.
I looked down and saw blood staining my pants… which sucks because they were some pretty nice pants. I grasped my leg while I let out a blood curdling scream of profanity. I looked upwards, straight into the barrel of a gun. The man with the gun was staring directly at my wrist.
“What’s this beut? Wonder how much we’ll get for this thing.” He chuckled (although he may as well have coughed it out because his voice was more cut up than apple slices). As he reached for the bracelet, my arm was jerked from holding my leg. My arm pointed straight at the man, the bracelet lit up, and in the blink of an eye, a clean hole was shot straight through the man’s face. There was three men standing behind him, and they all looked at me with the same exact expression. Mouths open, eyes bulging out, and their guns hanging lifelessly from their hands. One threw his gun up, and ran away yelping. While the other two fumbled around trying to pick up their guns. Another hole was shot clear through the man to my right and a giant, blue fist extended from my bracelet and grabbed the man to my left. It brought him straight in front of me, seemingly crushing every bone in his body.
“DON’T KILL ME, PLEASE TO GOD NONONONONO!” he spat right into my face. I was just as terrified as him, so I had no clue what to do.
“Umm… only if yo...you tell me where… umm, what you’re doing!” I said shakier than the building was five minutes ago. I do feel proud of myself. Being able to make out a coherent sentence with a bullet in my leg, and commanding a fashionable accessory with the powers of god is harder than it seems.
“Oceana electronics…hired…to destroy this place.” He wheezed out of pure terror. I (I use the word I lightly… I really don’t have much of a say in what this bracelet does) throw him across the room, and pick myself up. I limp my away to the front door, only looking back for a second to see why no one else has run out. I find the answers to my question because it seems most of them were missing their legs, and their arms… and some of them didn’t even have heads. I probably would have vomited if my brain wasn’t scrambled from everything that just happened. I guess I just escaped and explosion that happened over there and somehow hadn’t realized it.
I make it out of the building, but it’s the last explosion that not only takes down the building, but also launches me across the street. Before I forcefully make out with the concrete wall of the skyscraper I’m being launched towards, the bracelet decides to blow my mind again. It covers me up in this weird bubble that stops me from having my organs splatter across the entire structure. I fall to the ground, my brain bouncing back and forth. I picked myself up off the ground and amidst the chaos of fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances; I dragged myself over to the garage. I got into my car and started it up. I was about to press on the gas pedal when my leg decided to remind me that it was still bleeding a waterfall. I let out another wave of profanity-filled screeches as I groped around for something to wrap up the wound with. I had to manage with a towel that was covered in dust from underuse. I got home and drank away at a beer bottle to try and relax my brain about what the hell happened today. I put my bracelet down on the table. What am I looking at?