Operator of the End Extra Chapter 3: Never Forget
When my sister was thirteen, she disappeared for two weeks.
The police never really discovered what happened to her, just that they found her at the park.
She was emotionless, like a broken doll.
She wouldn't respond to anything, she was basically in a coma except she was fully awake.
It's been a year since then and she was doing better.
She reacted to us and could move a little, but she still never said a word.
We were there that day for her physical therapy, she was learning to walk again.
Her muscles were perfectly fine but she had some kind of mental block that made her forget how to move her legs.
It was supposed to be a routine day, my parents were working and I had just went with my sister to the clinic.
It was somewhat close to us, so I elected to push her on her wheel chair all the way there, hoping to expose to familiar sights.
Since she didn't talk we didn't know if she had amnesia as well.
But, none of that mattered now.
I don't know if I'm happy or sad.
Something extremely traumatic happened to her and it looked like she was stuck in Limbo.
For her suffering to end, that should be something happy right? But then why was I bawling my eyes out right now?
The sky had lit up from the flaming objects falling and some mysterious light had engulfed us later on.
From what I could see, I was the only living person around.
When the building was collapsing, I was trying my best to protect her.
But at the last moment and though it was just a small shove, my sister had finally moved.
She pushed me out of the way as she got crushed.
I couldn't imagine the amount of effort it took for her to move that much.
I don't know how long I spent crying and staring at the wreck of the clinic.
After a long time, I managed to shake my self out of that stupor.
I had to get out of there, my parents couldn't lose both their children in one day.
And besides, I felt really nauseous after that light touched me.
Was this radiation poisoning?
I felt like I needed to throw up but it never came, I just had a strange feeling in my chest.
I was about to stumble out out of the clinic when I saw something strange, an object that looked it had fallen on the building.
Was it this thing that killed everyone here?
That killed her?
It had fallen from the sky and it certainly looked alien, with its curvature and flawless construction.
I reached my hand out and received a surprise.
"Recognized: New Operator."
It spoke in works I understood and as soon as it did, I backed away quickly.
When I did, I saw that it was opening.
In it rested someone, something.
It was certainly humanoid but had no facial features to speak of.
No eyes, mouth, nose or ears.
How did this thing live?
"Operator? Do not worry, this is your frame and I am your Cephalon."
A voice came out of nowhere.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing but to assist you, you are my operator after all."
"Can you get up?"
"No, I am forbidden from taking control of the Warframe.
The Warframe was waiting for an operator, which happens to be you.
It is for your exclusive use. Think of me as your personal assistant."
"How do I "use" this . . . Warframe you called it?"
"Simply put your hand on on it. The connection has already been made, the bond will bind you to it, the Warframe N-"
My heart was pounding so hard I didn't quite hear the cephalon's words after that,
this thing had probably just killed everything in our building and yet, I couldn't help but want to know why.
So, I reached out to the sleeping frame and another light blinded me.
"What the?"
The next thing I knew, I was inside the frame?
I wasn't sure how I got here.
It was weird, it was like I could almost feel how much power it had
. . . .good, there was something I had to do.
I walked back to where my sister had been and I started to dig.
With this frame and my resolve, I will find her!
Rock by rock, no matter how big the debris was, I pushed it all aside.
All until I saw something that looked like a hand, it was dyed gray from the dust.
I kept digging around it and sure enough, it was her.
That was the yellow sweater my mom put on her today.
Wordlessly, I moved to completely unearth her.
It was hard work, even with this frame and my feelings not withstanding.
It must have taken me an hour to finally free her without damaging her.
I picked her up and carried her to the strange object.
The object was in the shape of a pod, so it would make for a reasonable coffin for now.
I crossed both her arms on her chest and moved to close the pod.
"This thing wouldn't be able to save her would it?"
"Unfortunately, it can't save those already passed away."
"I thought so."
I whispered softly, already aware of the answer.
"But I must warn you, some of the other frames can bring about a false resurrection.
It is up to you whether you want to mess with that or not."
"I don't know if I want to bring her back like that.
Maybe she finally does deserve some rest."
"You won't just bring her with you operator?"
"I need to know the situation, whether or not we were the only ones affected or if the whole city
. . . I'll come back for her, definitely.
Rest easy sis, I'll make sure we give you a proper burial later."
