Blade: Resurgence
It was the blood, of course. This is what claimed his attention the most, and for some reason he did not understand, he stared at it for what must have seemed an inordinately long time. Could not seem to tear his eyes away from it, which seemed both absurdly morbid, and naturally fascinating at the same time. What is wrong with me? was the thought that came to mind, and as soon as it did, he was able to tear his gaze away and really take note of his surroundings. A hospital room, medical equipment, dead bodies; presumably doctors of some sort because they were wearing scrubs and such. What he was doing in a hospital, he could not say, but it was certainly something to get to the bottom of once he fully got his bearings.
With a shake of his head, not to clear it, but rather to further understand what was going on, he raised a hand to rub the top of his dome and was reminded that his finger was still attached to a finger clamp and his arm to some tubes. He shook the clamp off and gingerly pulled the tubes from his arm, not caring if it was the right thing to do or not. He was here for a reason, he assumed, but he felt fine, more than fine, so he would not worry about it for now. Besides, he noticed, for the very first time, that he had somehow acquired tattoos. That in itself was almost the strangest thing, because he was never a tattoo kind of guy and would never have considered getting one. He could only hope it was not the permanent kind for, even though they looked good (a kind of tribal, ritualistic pattern) were not his deal.
Still, his gaze brought him back to what lay before him ... a pile of dead bodies. Not really a pile, more simply bodies strewn all over the immediate space. Looking around again, he caught site of the shattered mirror and small glimpses of himself as he stood to full height, the flickering light above adding to the surreal effect. He also heard the beeping coalesce into a long, uninterrupted sound, which paled in comparison to the second round of gunfire coming from outside somewhere, presumably one of the corridors. This one caused him to instinctively crouch into a defensive position and, looking around, he reached for something he thought he might be able to defend himself with before moving to the double doors and peering out slightly to survey what might be ahead of him.