Chapter 1: Running
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AN: I have no idea where this specific idea came from, but I thought it was good so I decided to post it. :P this is completely AU and has nothing to do with the series. This is a Three-Shot.
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I have forgotten many things. Nothing is new to me, because all there is, all that will be, is nothing. Time is meaningless, everything that I see, feel, and remember is the same vacuum and will never change. All I know is that I will die when the darkness finally consumes me. That's right. Everything is the same, the normal vacuum in front of me, and the terrifying darkness behind me. It is just a matter of time when I die, as I fly through the emptiness that was my world. I have forgotten many things, including myself. Who am I? I know nothing of what I am.
I do know that I am the galaxy, and that giant of darkness that sees me as a speck of dust will do anything and everything in its power to consume me. But why?
Wait.
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That earlier statement.
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Was it wrong?
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No.
It's true. I have forgotten many things. But I remember confronting it, daring it to chase after me. But why? Why did I do such a thing. I don't remember. Did I have a good reason for it? I don't remember. Was it because I am the galaxy, as there was-is-nothing left. I don't remember.
But my existence does not depend on me remembering. It depends on my running, my flying. I flew in a void of darkness, the only light being myself and the giant glowing red eyes of the monster behind me. I am tired. So very tired. I am always panting, I never seem to catch my breath, never seem to afford to. My heart continuously races, sending spasms of pain throughout my frail body. I will probably die before it catches me. My limbs hang useless in my flight. I can hardly feel them now. When was the last time I even used them? I don't remember. I'm so tired. My eyes have closed multiple times, and they snap open whenever something touches me. Was I sleeping? Maybe sometimes I do, but I wake up when something touches me. I am the only thing that makes the galaxy, the only other thing, besides me, is the monster that chases me. Every time one of its many horrid appendages so much as grazes me, I speed up. That's why I never slow down, not even to rest.
The strain in my body, on my mind, is great. But if I slow down even a little, the darkness will consume me. So I continue my flight, as the last of the galaxy I can not die, even if I want to. But why is that? I don't remember. All I know is that I can't stop moving, or else I die.
Time is meaningless to me. All I know is darkness, pain, and fear. Fear of the darkness that is following me, fear of its glowing red eyes, fear of its endless hunger, fear of what would happen to me if I am consumed, fear of death, fear of being touched, fear of slowing down, of stopping. My three greatest fears… well… two actually but they are connected to my greatest fear, of being consumed by the darkness. The first is being touched, so flying in this vacuum is near bliss compared to being grabbed by the darkness. The second, and most serious fear of mine, is stopping. If I slow down, I die as soon as the darkness catches up. If I stop… it will easily overrun me.
Something flew by me. Huh? My head turned, my eyes opening wider than they have been for who knows how long. Whatever I thought I saw was gone, likely consumed by the darkness constantly pursuing me. Speaking of which, much to my terror, the thing lashed out. My head was turned, my eyes wide open, seeing it very clearly triggered my natural fear of being touched, of being pulled in, gave me my first panic attack in ages. Gasping in fright, I renewed my flight, going faster than I thought possible. Something flew by me, then another, and another. I barely noticed in my panicked state. The only thing I could think of was the monster behind me using it long dark tentacles to grab ahold of my severely weak body, pulling me to it, pulling me into its mouth, consum-
Something hard brushed against my lifeless arm, hanging away from body. I hurriedly pulled both of them out in front of me, and I finally saw something other than the constant nothingness that I was used to seeing. I had no idea what I saw, but there were a lot, a lot of different things, and they were stopping my flight from the darkness behind me. I flew around them, sometimes accidentally hitting them, but I didn't dare stop. What was most eye catching of my new surroundings was the light. SO bright, so wonderful, it gave me energy, energy I so desperately need to get away from the darkness. I sped up more, before realizing that I had unknowingly slowed down, a lot. When did that happen. Now that I think about it, the monster that was the darkness hasn't touched me for a while, and I can no longer hear its… wait.
Where.
Was.
The.
Darkness!
I turned multiple times, avoiding the strange new objects, never daring to slow down in the slightest. I couldn't see it, but I knew, I KNEW, that despite the new surroundings, it was still after me, still haunting me, still chasing me down, still wanting to consum-
What was that!? Something moved. I hastily accelerated in a single direction away from it, never daring to look back. It had to be the darkness. IT HAD TO BE! I am the last living thing, I am the last part, I am the last of the GALAXY! I can't die! I won't die! I won't let the darkness-
Something grabbed my leg. Not brushed like the Darkness's breath, not touched like its long limbs reaching for me, but something actually grabbed my leg. My previous panic attack erupted. I hoarsely screamed and kicked whatever was holding onto me, not daring to stop, even when several hard things plumaged into my shoulders and back, sending ribbons of pain throughout my body. The thing did not let go despite my feeble struggles, rather, it held on tighter till another thing grabbed hold of my leg.
If I wasn't fully panicking, I was now. I kicked and screamed, blindly flying into many hard things, twisting and turning, doing everything in my power to make the thing let go of me! Why won't it let go! Before it became my new reality, I at last kicked the thing that was clinging to me into something hard. I immediately turned around and sped away using whatever energy I had left to get away, going as fast as I could.
Too late did I see the extra large thing in front of me, too late did I try to adjust my body, too late did I realize that I could not avoid it. I hit it head on. My angled body was still moving, causing me to skim over the hard surface, crashing into other hard things, before finally rolling into a stop. By that time, my eyes closed.
When I opened them, something was touching my right side, all of it. I tried to move myself away, but my arm hurts when I move it. My arm. It is twisted and bruised and bleeding silver. So is my other arm, so are my legs. It hurts. Silver dripped down my eyes. It hurts. My arms, my legs, my body, my head, it all hurts so much. I coughed, unable to continue my usual panting. It hurts. A silver pool appeared in front of my head. It hurts. I was fully wheezing now. It hurts so much. The world was spinning, every new object became a blur. It hurts! I'm tired, I'm in pain, I just… want… to… rest. My eyes were closing, and then something else touched my stinging left shoulder, causing me to turn onto my back, allowing me to finally see what grabbed me.
Oh, so it wasn't the darkness after all. What was it though? It is silver and red, it is bright, it is light, kinda like… me. But I don't have horns, my eyes don't look like that, i don't look that big. I…. don't look that strong…
The thing that looked like me was shaking me, moving my broken limbs, causing me to emit pained wheezes. He was making noise, a lot of noise but my ears couldn't pick it up. It sounded gentle though, it sounded scared. What was he scared of? Was he running from the darkness too? I was too weak to even continue thinking. I was too weak to panic even, I was helpless to the thing that looked like me as it touched me. Its arms slide between me and the thing that was touching my entire backside, lifting me from it. The thing that looked like me jumped and flew with me in its arms. I didn't really want to go with the thing that looked like me, but I was moving again, and hopefully I am moving away from the darkness. I closed my eyes before I could even begin to think this thought.
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AN: Sorry that this one was short, the next one will be way longer. Kudos to those who guess which Ultra Brother it was that found him. Though I personally think it was a little obvious. ;) *Sigh*. This took awhile to write, so I really hope you like it. I have never seen a Ultraman bleed before, so I am assuming the blood is silver (silver body after all). See u all in the next chapter! :)