A/N: Hey there! I posted the original version of this fic ("Redemptions") w/ a different prologue and concept altogether. I completely re-did it as I started posting on Wattpad, and Season One (or the first book) of this series is complete! Don't mind the 70k words I need to update this book with, haha. While I still need to catch up posting chapters on this site, this fiction is still ongoing!
Trigger warning: Sensory descriptions of pain caused by violence
I couldn't feel my face; it was numb, and cold. I spit. I already knew the way that blood seeps like syrup- it empties like water when I'm the one tasting it. My hands crunch into the slouched dirt and grass, grabbing something, anything, to help raise my weight.
But I didn't feel real pain. Not even the deafening ringing in my ears could hurt me. There are some things that are stubborn, untouchable. Whatever they are, I feel them like a fire within me. I'm not scared.
I'll never be.
My voice becomes a wet rasp as I shout, "Path!" I hear nothing.
Another voice speaks- the voices of the void. You're seen. Hide!
I sigh, exasperated as I glance at the nearby boulder that still had my gore on it. Yeah, Void, I'll be right on that with my probably-broken ankles. Immediately, I hear footsteps. Several of them. I brace myself, grabbing the holster of my gun.
One.
Two.
Three.
I roll over upwards, prepared to unload my entire magazine into the oncoming squads. I think about the people I've met. I think about their faces, vividly- how alone I felt before I knew anything about who I was, and how they changed that. I realize, before I take my first shot, how much it all meant to me.