Ahem, hasn't been that long... Though I will give a heads up, the MC's behaviors or inclinations may seem different. Have not touched this particular piece in quite a while.
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‘Well, the idea originally was to explore my abilities, but this man. This man is insufferable. All he does is walk, doesn't stop, and I don't have the vaguest idea of how long he’s been walking either. Is he even human? Honestly with him hiding behind all the armor doesn't help me but to speculate. I mean it's beautifully crafted armor, and it looks to be all one piece. The dark polish and intricate lines that seem to exemplify the flow of human anatomy are stunning. It's hard to believe that it has no outstanding colors. Yet it is able to create depth, and harmony with one color, black and only black.
I got off topic... Ah! It's extremely difficult to even attempt to keep up with my physical body while focusing so intently into myself. So, I've met a wall. And the wall has left me to think of his motives. As I was laying there, with a fatal wound mind you, he reported to someone. Not only that but with a nod to a higher position in society. I mean if my definition of sire is right. It could also mean to sire children? No, not in this case.
Then with disregard of my injures he picked me up and went on his merry way. There haven’t been any other established connections with the ‘sire’. This has left me to infer the eventual captivity of me. I mean what else would someone such as him come down here for? It may even relate to what got me in this situation in the first place.
The slightest pull or mention to that event seems to affect my emotions. Anger, primarily in which I wish to keep. Yet there is a loathing I cannot describe. It may be thought that I should loathe one, the man, that vile man. The one who had done such unspeakable things. No, it’s directed towards my ‘father’. Hah! I almost spit at the term now. How sad.
Now I’ve put myself in a sour mood.’
Removing myself from my train of thought I find the man far behind me. As I will myself over I find that I had completely blanked out multiple flights of stairs going straight up.
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‘Don’t look behind him.’
I cannot bear to look at the bones of my mother. Her blood has stained the ground, and now only a stale stench permeates through the muck of air.
‘I’m fine.’
The man still stands there. Almost as if he is a statue. Irritating.
‘I wish he would move. He should move. Move!’
As if hearing my internal screams his head snaps towards my direction. Taken back I almost fling myself somewhere else. Only in attempt to hide, and perhaps cower. That would be a mistake though, so instead, for the sake of science! I’m kidding. I’m just curious.
“You can see me?” I don’t hear my voice, so I’ll assume he might’ve heard it by some other means.
“I was informed you were a savage, perhaps previous inclinations shrouded my judgments. Yes, I can see you. Though…” a voice fitting of that extraordinary takes hold of the surroundings.
“Though?”
“I didn’t expect a human to have…”
It seems his train of thought has broken as he swings my body around into a princess carry. Then, from what I guess, he really looks at me for the first time.
‘I guess this will be my first time observing myself with actual interest. I mean I’ve looked at myself before. Nothing really stood out to me, but now that I look again. It’s almost as if I’m looking at a corpse. The blood has stained the upper part of my body. Oh dear, I seem to have no clothing…
I think I I’ll stop looking.’
“Have?” I urged to continue the, ahem, conversation.
His response is silence. With a swift start he beings clambering up the stairs. No, no clambering, but with a grace I’ve never seen. Not wanting to lose track of my body I follow.
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‘These stairs are ridiculous! They defy everything I know! I mean I defy everything I know myself but, for goodness sake. These just keep going, and going.’
“Should I speed up then?” his voice rings out and if a voice had a face I swear this one would be smirking.
“I dare say, have you been listening to me think?”
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Silence. Then more silence, and more silence.
‘I wish I had the maturity level that would allow me to pout.’
“Why, are you not still a child?” Once again I swear his voice is smirking.
‘Irritating.’
In retaliation I limit my thoughts. Though it seems he’s noted my irritation. His pace quickens, to inhumane speeds, in fact. The scenery rapidly changes. As much as a thick musk could change, I mean it’s become thinner. The slightest traces of sunlight have become noticeable. Such a change from the monotonous, grim reality of the place I called home.
‘Wait I’ve overlooked something.
Where did the corpse-like humans go?
They weren’t patrolling the site. It was practically empty. Even more so this whole journey there has been an absence of those things. Seeing how malnourished they were they couldn’t have gotten far. They even could have succumbed to death. Then there would be corpses. Is logic not applicable to them?’
“No, it isn’t. Shocking isn’t it?” once again I’m led to believe that he can hear everything.
“Then is there an explanation?”
“They migrate, much like migratory birds.”
‘I’m not sure what I expected. Perhaps some phenomenon? Maybe the expected answer is for the better? Later, I’ll question this further at a later date.
I will find the answer, eventually.’
I limit my thoughts again not wanting to initiate another unwanted ‘conversation’ that interrupts my personal, stressing the personal, thoughts. Again, I find myself farther then the man and my body. Except in this case we’ve broken the musk. And here I am suspended in air above a chasm. It reaches as far as one could see. Almost like a mouth in the earth that hungrily eats the light provided from the sun. I shouldn’t be scared of a hold. Still fear, no dread grasps my heart. I’m not sure why.
I look around gobbling up the sights, and I finally rest my eyes upon the sun. I was bombarded by rich, vivid colors. The soft transition from the striking golden hue of the sun, the eye piercing tone of red, and the eventual transition to a lush pink.
If I had control of my body, I could honestly say I would look dumbstruck. I had not seen colors in such clarity and eloquence, and never in such perfect collaboration. Nature, a gift to all I should say. Though there is a tugging feeling that if I was to express my awe others would not appreciate as so.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” oh, almost forgot his existence.
I choose not to respond. In attempt to ingrain the intensity of this experience as a memory I remain still in silence.
A metallic screech reverberates through the air.
‘There is no peace.’
I turn my gaze towards the man, and once again I have completely blinked out a physical aspect of the world from my attention. The man had been standing on a platform that’s supported by the stairs and a metal beam that reaches into both horizons. He is facing the metal beam, and a metal box is stationed in front of the platform. Correction, not a metal box it’s a train. A set of doors slide open revealing a seating arrangement.
The train sits there, unmoving. It’s most likely waiting for the man to walk in. For some reason though, he’s not moving. Once again he’s looking at me, my physical self.
“I won’t be far. Find me, you may not know how now, but once you do, find me.”
He then walks into the train, and it departs with a promptness that seems eerie with no conductor. I scramble to keep up.
‘What does he mean find me?’
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I did not mean to not update in such a long time. For one my computer screen cracked. Then I had to go in for a Tonsillectomy that I really did not want. (Dark, dark days. I distinctly remember crying over water because I could not enjoy it.) Then there were finals. Don't forget the holidays!
Anyways, I'll try to keep it regular with a promise of at least one chapter a week. If I can do more I will. I'll probably be redoing the cover as now I can draw digitally!
Thanks for reading, and do give feedback! (And point out grammatical errors. ;_; )