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Lumiose City
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Ezra Zeke
EXCURSION: ROUTE 113B
POSTED ON Apr 24, 2021 7:44:03 GMT
- This post takes place post teleport, a day after-
Human life is fleeting. Teetering on the line between life and death; gone after a single last breath.
You live your entire life, only to die in a moment created and defined by someone else.
Cries left unheard, moments left forgotten; there is not even a guarantee the world may even remember your existence.
Ezra, age twenty-four, stared up at his blank ceiling with unblinking eyes. Jaw loosened, his mouth comfortably hung open. The only sound was that of his own breath. Then, a mechanical click cuts through the silence, as his finger firmly pressed down on his voice recorder.
The wheels began to spin.
A static broke out.
Then a hoarse voice.
"It's... April 6th, 4:28pm.
Yesterday, I was assigned a mission to meet up with underboss Chu-e Choi , Head Scientist Lulu Flint , and Katherine Fairburne ."
He paused.
His free hand dug into his comforter, squeezing the lifeless bedsheet between his thin fingers. Lips pressed tightly together, he could feel his eyes begin to water and his breaths begin to go shallow.
"I...I didn't know what was going to happen. I was just told to show up - but I'm just a grunt, so that's fine, right? I thought it was fine. It was supposed to be fine."
The grip on the comforter tightened. His wrists were nearly shaking now, though, none of that mattered to him. Not right now.
"Before I got there, I was sent a text by underboss Chu-e Choi. It said not to hurt anyone inside. Yeah fucking right. When I got to them, the first thing he did was whip out a phone, press down on a button, then boom. A bomb goes off inside."
Venom leaked from his voice as he said this. After, he took a brief moment to recollect himself. To think back on what happen. At this point, his carved lips deepened into a growing frown and pools of water collected at his eyes.
"Fuck man.." He breathed out.
"After...After that, Lulu went inside. Didn't really say much, just went. And I followed. Because...I thought I could at least help out a little bit? I-I don't know. I just thought I could maybe help save some of them. I don't know. It was dumb, but... what else was I supposed to do?"
A tear escaped and traveled down his cheek, eventually settling on the outline of his jaw.
"When I went inside, I saw her [Lulu Flint]."
His heart beat sped up.
" I saw her pull it out. A gun. A fucking gun. I saw her take it out and shoot one of the workers."
His mouth went dry.
"When I heard the gun go off..."
His eyes squeezed close.
"It was like a blur - like time stopped. Everything was so...so clear. The man, Lulu, the gun - I saw everything in slow-motion. Until I didn't"
He gnawed into the insides of his cheeks.
"Some of the blood ended up on me. I saw his [the worker's] head concave. I saw the life leave his eyes. I saw his body hit the ground. I saw his brain splatter. I saw his brain fucking splatter. And I didn't do anything."
More tears began to spill out from his eyes.
"I... just watched it happen."
His voice cracked.
"It's hard to remember much else after that. Looking back, I'm not really sure what was going on, or who was even there. I just remember seeing these things flying around in the sky. Apparently there were a few avatars there that day, including Lulu. They all seemed so...aggressive - fighting for what? I-I don't really know. I spent some time looking into what legendries I saw and...I think I saw Tapu Fini and Darkai, but-but I could be wrong."
There was a long pause. Then, with a quiet whisper, he continued.
"...to be honest, it's been really hard to sleep. Every single damn time I close my I eyes I see his. Every time I hear a loud sound, I hear the shot of pistole for the second time. For the third time. Over and over again. Every time I take a breath or blink, I witness his death all over again. I almost feel guilty. I'm the one who saw his final seconds of life, but...I would do anything to just forget. To never have to see his face in my dreams again."
Sobs fill the room. The voice recorder, which was once placed beside him, was flung to the ground as he was no longer interested in continuing. The once strong man was now a shaking child. Wailing and hollering, curled up around his pillow, fingers dug into it's soft cushion.
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