The Bunker

A lone purple bunker was where the Batter and the being that controlled him, known as Player, sheltered for the night. Sleep was something that he never had needed, however this took a toll on the Player after long hours of being awake.

She'd continue on her mission with him for days without rest. When she finally did, she would sleep just as long.

Two single beds had been pushed together to assemble a makeshift queen bed. The silent athlete rested on the outer of the bed, straight on his back without any sign of relaxation. The dark being slept with the white sport tunic his puppet had given to her with her hands bunched into it at her chest. Her knees were always pulled against her stomach as she slept in a lumpy, oddly shaped ball.

Like sleep had, the temperature also sought to bring stress upon her body. As Batter was an extension of herself, a vessel to her power, thoughts and actions, he could feel her body as it responded to the environment. He could feel when her body needed to come to rest.

He didn't experience a mirrored feeling, but rather he could hear her body as it reacted. He thought it best to at least sleep close to her in addition of the tunic to stop her body from talking so dependently. Not for his own benefit of silence but to receive comfort that her body was silent when it was safe and satisfied.

The deep breathing could be heard from her as lungs took in the smoke of zone 2. The shipment of smoke had come rather late and because of that it was rather stale and made it difficult to breathe without effort.

This never changed him. He received his breath as long as she breathed for her self. His heart would beat on its own just by the fact that hers worked for its own body. He was so, just because she was. He never even needed to try. For this he felt like a parasite. A parasite in ways that she controlled, being her vessel that she invested energy and life into.

Although he could move on his own and decidedly disobey her, it became severely draining to do so. When he tried, his heart became burdened along with his breathing. As he moved on his own her control wasn't needed and he had to make on his own. For this reason he always acted upon instructed. It was easiest after all.

Even if she were to slip from the delicate decision and make a wrong move, the consequences were never damaging. Even so he never doubted her. He had no reason to. They had faced tight situations before but due to the tall, forwardness of his strength made in the image of his will, he never let anything set its sights on his Player for long. At times, his purity would slip from him and his intentions would be to clear anything that attempted to get to her.

Her words are divine. Her breath and her steps carry him; direct him even as she walks behind him. Any direction she moves in, his body follows like her foreshadow. He would harness such purity that she gave him and allow it to swallow any minor ailments upon defeating adversaries.

As he reflected in silence, he remembered what he had been taught earlier. Their paths crossed two, troubled Elsen who were discussing something in rough gasps. Their conversation continued to worsen with black smoke escaping from their mouths. The Player moved close to the Elsen, taking her hand out to brush her black fingertips against his cheek. Her hands moved forward and her body embraced him like a dark shadow. The breath hitched to a startled cough from the Elsen. The Batter's body jerked and it took a lot more effort to hold him steadfast, the fear of the Elsen turning Burnt and then against his Player was a bit too close for comfort.

"Batter, do as I do to the other Elsen there. Let him feel the security that he asks which his guardian has failed to accommodate. The Guardian of metal has failed to realize his employers are not as solid." She said, seemingly talking to the Elsen rather than the skittish athlete beside her.

He moved to hold the Elsen lightly and at the first contact sent ripples of fear through the Athlete. His body was absorbing the panic and stress; he could feel it being passed through skin. "You are pure. Purity will heal. You've never given it a chance, have you?" She spoke up. The silent man felt like he had forgotten something. He had been going through paces, taking away something. Yet he hadn't given it back.

"I'll put more thought into it, but since you bring it to light, there is something that doesn't seem right.." He glanced back down at the Elsen who was whispering gratitude to him between calming inhales.

He looked back towards the sleeping shadow that was his Player. It was that shared issues of sleep and the cold affected her body. She had knowledge of what can kill a man and also make him stronger.
What was to happen when everything was completed? A sullen frown banished the doubtful thoughts from his head. He wasn't anywhere near ready to admit he was having trouble.

He was Pure. It had been easy from the start to be that way. Taking the words his Player had said to him; "Ignorance is innocence.. Pity is weakness. With that, knowledge is power and with great power comes great responsibility."
Having said that, he had made certain that he was pure. That he was ignorant to the truth, it was in only his Player's ability to be powerful, she did have control and therefore had the responsible of guiding them and their choices.

His Player's signature was power.