Beats of drops pounded against the windows, the ripples of water washed
over the glass. The raindrops, peaceful and calm, relaxing to those who
love silence, not the loud pitches of volume to a TV, not the loud bass of
music, not the cries of people, and not the bickering of humans.
Only the soft gentle sounds of nature.
Raindrops, beads of water that always soothed the mental mind of the two tailed fox who everyone referred to as Tails.
***
Raindrops, the harmony it plays when the droplets touch the solid surface of the roof even the sound of an orchestra cannot equal.
A lullaby it is at night and a quiet of several rapid taps a second that calm my heart and my inner mind.
Tranquility that runs through my mind I feel no pain, no guilt, no sorrow; but these raindrops are dear to me in some way an image of something long forgotten.
The sound is pure, but the images of the drops bring sadness.
What do they mean?
What could I be forgetting?
Questions I ask I get no reply my mind blank of images, but my heart swears it is true.
Emotion of confusion fills my mind I know there is a connection of the raindrops and of something else I don't know what, but it is the mind.
Short and long term memory both have one thing in common. To be at times forgotten but at another second they snap into view.
Just what is it that the raindrops are representing?
***
Tails worked in a mall a place for girls who loved to shop, people looking for gifts in a short walk, and to get a quick meal at the same time. To some it was a beauty, the buzz of the chatter that never died til the place was closed. Tails had only seen light when he first started working there but after weeks of working there the bright sunshine place died and a repetitive world consumed the light that sparked most of the place. Tails though ignored it as not much did impress him these days only a poetry and television.
Tails only worked, he took only a few minutes pause, and a lunch break before heading back to work. He never did enjoy it, but who did. People hated their jobs, literally. They wanted to just get through the day, and go home to relax, what else was there when everyday was it the same old thing, the repetitive day of hell.
The rain poured rapidly against the windows, the water drenching the dome windows above. Tails didn't feel no boredom on this day, he felt at peace. The raindrops; the calmness that helped him keep control, the sound that relieved all misery he had or had it.
Tails strolled along the mildly crowded day while it was a weekend, it should have been more crowded with the rain that showered down on the city called Station Square. On break was the only time Tails had to at least go to the other man who perhaps truly understood him an old age jazz player whose sad mellow tunes truly represented the foxboy's suffering heart.
The smooth and near flawless notes the musician struck, the tone of the blues as the guys had called it. A man dressed in an old time style, a checkered collard shirt, old dark blue jeans, brown loafer shoes, and the ever so gold aligned sunglasses. His gray beard down to his abs, and his head bald, his skin a dark brown, and wrinkled. Tails walked over, throwing a few coins into the hat, the musician stopped, cracking a welcoming smile.
"Good to see you again two tailed." He remarked in good humor.
"Jazzman Charlie always playing the blues day and night no matter what the weather is like." Tails replied taking a seat next to him as taking a deep sigh.
"So what's on your mind fox, you ain't so mellow today." Charlie replied glancing pokerfaced to the fox.
"Rain. I don't know what it is. but I feel relaxed whenever I here the rapid beating of the drops."
"You sound it, but your eyes sparkle with a feeling of wanting answers." Charlie said Tails sighing, closing his eyes and nodded in an answer.
"I don't know what it is, but I feel a small ounce of sadness. Even if rain in movies is shown after a scene, it is only for screen play. This feeling is different, but I don't know what." The fox replied glancing to the ground in misery.
"Maybe it is something that is an answer of your will to live. Were both alike see, we have the blues swimming in our minds, dwelling for a long time. I express it through music, the main reason I live is to get my music out and inspire others to continue the blues. You though. you find it by poetry, if I am correct?" Charlie asked looking down at the fox.
"I know that, but the blues are not what this guilt is, the only time I feel any sort of emotion that is not mellow is when I hear the sound of raindrops. There must be another meaning to it, this emotion. It makes me feel. guilt. " He mentioned, his voice trialing off, his feelings of guilt for something, or at least something that had recently popped in his mind.
"Guilt? Are you sure that is what it is. I always see the eyes of despair and suffering, you want to end your life, but you're held back. Are you sure it is guilt or fear?" Charlie questioned once more.
Tails couldn't answer him; he didn't know how to reply. He only felt it was guilt, but was it guilt?
What was this lump in his heart that called out to him mentally when the tears of the sky fell to the earth?
Tails didn't know what to make of it, but this sentiment was familiar, all too familiar to be exact.
A visit to the psychiatrist could perhaps solve his problem.
***
"Hmm, let me get this straight, these raindrops have so far calmed you down each time you hear them?" Dr. Clayborne asked, hearing this from the fox.
"Every time my heart goes calm, but deep down, something seems to try to shout something, to get my attention, yet when I have ignored it for the time being." Tails replied calmly.
"A inner thought that you wish to remember?" He asked questioning things as always.
"The mind always wants answers this feeling is one of guilt and a fear that I have long forgotten yet still have a piece that can perhaps calls all the other puzzle pieces together." Tails replied still not planning on getting on the topic.
"Do you remember when this feeling developed?"
"Sometime around four years ago. I don't know when, but it deals with someone."
"Hmm what is it towards, a person? A pet? A fictional character?" He inquired Tails shaking his head.
"Well this may be off this topic, but was there someone else that suffered the same loss that you had not in terms of guilt that you were responsible, but someone who was deeply saddened by their deaths?" He asked as Tails thought back.
The pieces started to fit together; it was starting to make sense. The one he had known for so long, the one he lived with, the one that visited him when he was in mental therapy.
"Amy, Amy Rose is the one that I feel the sadness for." He said, the clouds that once blocked all memory of the raindrops appeared in a now bright clear sky, "I don't want to make Amy suffer I don't want to make her cry. I want her to be as she is bright and cheerful never sad and miserable."
Tails now knew why the raindrops reminded him of this. The tears Amy shed each time she visited him in the hospital were from how stressed out she was over the Freedom Fighters deaths, but also for Tails. She was at loss those so dear to her were gone and Tails was now so miserable over the incident that he wanted to end it all.
"She has stood by me for so long; she was there for me when I needed her. I never noticed her; all I could focus on was that I was responsible for death. If only there was a way I could repay her a way to make it up to her." He muttered with a despaired voice.
"I think Amy is thankful enough that you're still alive. Even if you have changed, she still sees you as the fox she grew up with. I think you both are at good terms if anything." Clayborne noted, with a sigh of relief.
"I guess, but now... I feel more at ease, reborn. I think I should go back home, and spend the night with Amy. For once, I think we both could sit at the table, and enjoy our meals." Tails replied standing to his feet as he walked out towards the door.
***
"You called me in ma'am?" Amy asked sitting comfortably in the seat legs crossed and hands on the arms of the chair.
"Yes... Amy, I'm afraid we have to let you go, you're not fit anymore to be a star model." The female replied without any emotion whatsoever to the female hedgehog.
"I'm fired?"
"In terms of a job, yes, your just not fit to be in our line up anymore, with the larger gut, the unsuccessful line of sales drop in your fashioning line, well. were letting you go."
Amy only could feel a shatter; everything she had lived for and acknowledged was in one meeting was ripped from her.
Her once glorious life was now only a memory.
She had no will to go on with the loss of so many of her friends and Tails nothing more then a deadbeat that only viewed life as a waste.
Walking out with her head to the floor she made up her mind to end her own life.
***
Tails had opened the door walking inside with a more relieved grin on his face. For once in his life did he actually feel more cheerful then he did feel down.
Heading to the kitchen he found only a sight of disgust when he spotted Amy holding a knife in her right hand and slowly levitating it with her right hand bringing it down to her wrist.
"AMY DON'T!"
"Keep back Tails there is no reason to stop me." She replied bitterly.
"Why? Just over a job? Even I had the worst experience and here I stand. Amy, please, for god's sake, don't do this!" Tails pleaded, with tears in his eyes.
"Hmph, you wouldn't understand at all. I don't do anything else right at all modeling was the only thing I was good at and now I am jobless. Why would you care even if I was gone since all you care about is yourself?" She snapped back.
"If I was that self-centered, then I would have killed myself years ago. Amy I do care for you I just never go around to expressing it myself. I may not understand your pain, but I do understand that you feel frightened you don't know what to do so you choose this option. I live out of guilt for you Amy because I love you for who you are." He spoke as tears streamed onto his white fur coat.
Amy remained silent; for once since the incident she had heard him say anything like this. She didn't know he had thought of her like that under that mellow heart of his.
"Drop the knife Amy." Tails demanded.
The knife went to the floor immediately as Tails blink in surprise, thinking he would have had to keep telling her to drop it over and over til she gave in.
Falling to the ground Amy buried her face in her hands sobbing loudly. Tails walked over to her as she unsuspectingly leaped forth and buried her face in his chest, sobbing once more.
Tails didn't say a word. He pressed her calmly against his chest feeling her shiver and soak his thick fur coat as he patted her on the back.
"Calm down Amy I do care for you and I don't want you to be like this." He replied sorrowfully.
"I'm not sad Tails, these tears, I shed them for joy. I never knew about how deeply you did care for me. I guess you still are the same fox that I knew all those years ago." She sobbingly mumbled out.
"I wish I was... but trying go back is not a choice. I've grown up so much that there is no time for me to turn back, life is already nearing an end with my age and a few more decades is all I have left. Amy, you can make it if you have the strong will of faith that I always have seen shine in those emerald eyes of yours." Tails mentioned, looking deep in her eyes.
"They will Tails, as long as someone still needs me I shall not give up my life." She replied hugging the fox more tightly.
Tails hugged back, his arms tightly wrapped around Amy's thin body. He for once felt more caring then he had in a few past years. He never had paid to much attention to his deeper thoughts and like anyone long forgot what had happened in the past. Raindrops always did send the sense of sadness and despair when he though of Amy crying. Yet not every tear a living being sheds is one of unhappiness, but quite the contrary when one is full of pure joy that they shed those tears.
Tails on this day realized why he kept striving to live even when his true desire was to end it all. Even in the times of misery is there a will that keeps pushing one to live on and not surrender oneself to the hand of death.
***
"Dr. Sentimor, it appears once more it appears you have found no way to create an immunity for any type of person. All drugs have failed and even those deaf in the ears and those blind still go insane. Things cost money and these experiments are so far hard enough to get in track. So tell me this, why should I even continue to fund this project when we have yet to even make a breakthrough since each time we fail and are forced back into step one!" The General asked bitterly as he glared fiercely at the doctor.
The general was in his mid fifties, short gray hair hidden under a lieutenant's cap, high dark green collared uniform with several medals decorating the vest like a Christmas tree. The scientist was the everyday white lab coated and black trouser dressed man, glasses and short hair. He was though dark skinned, but unlike some people, who coward when a superior yelled at them, he only sat calmly, taking a deep long sigh.
"General Batimore I assure you we will make progress, we have already knowledge of how it takes over most of any species on the planet. Time is what is needed to find the flaw, please; I am begging you to keep this plan in funding. BESERKER is still active in those ruins of Robotropolis. The only other option is to get the only veteran of that conflict, the fox." The doctor replied calmly.
The general remained silent, for so long had they went against the plan. The fox already was classified in many areas of mental illness and easily could go into emotional breakdown when reminded of the incident. Though their choices were limited to the choice of trying to create a being to carry out the task or go with the two tailed fox.
"We already know why we shut down the Space Colony Ark. Gerald was mad to try and play god. We had no choice but to stop the project at any cost, even when it resulted in the deaths of innocent people working there. Creating a life form results only in disaster, a creature such as that lizard would eventually turn on all of humanity and eliminate us from existence, just because of its own idea. That was why the president ordered it be destroyed those fifty years ago, fear. We have no other choice but to get the fox to aid us in taking out that infernal machine. We are not going to nuke if for the sake of those living nearby, we have to find a way to destroy the core. That fox must know something about becoming immune to the beta waves it gives off. Sentimore, get the fox and find out all you can about what he knows." The general stated as he took a seat at his chair, glancing to the scientist who was nearly asleep.
"Y-yes Sir. but won't it be 'taken against will' to just take the fox from where he stays? The public could get suspicious." Sentimore replied very uneasy at the idea.
"For the sake of every person and mobian on this planet, we have no other alternative. We need his help. We must 'convince' him to help us. I don't care what means are used, just get him to talk." The General advised, as Sentimore stood, nodding to his superior, as he walked out of the room.
"I don't like the idea, but there is no other choice. Tails must be captured if we are to get any idea of how to put an end to that device that has forsaken the land surrounding it." He thought, as he walked through the hallway.
He didn't want to fall to such circumstances, but he was already running out of options.
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A nightmare I have for so long wanted to forget, for eight years it has haunted me over and over, never once has it slipped away from my mind. Once more does the hand of fate throw me into the darkness, forcing me to confront the one thing that I have for so long distanced myself from. Ever since that day of eight years ago, fate only brings me sadness and suffering.
Next chapter: Confronting the past.
Only the soft gentle sounds of nature.
Raindrops, beads of water that always soothed the mental mind of the two tailed fox who everyone referred to as Tails.
***
Raindrops, the harmony it plays when the droplets touch the solid surface of the roof even the sound of an orchestra cannot equal.
A lullaby it is at night and a quiet of several rapid taps a second that calm my heart and my inner mind.
Tranquility that runs through my mind I feel no pain, no guilt, no sorrow; but these raindrops are dear to me in some way an image of something long forgotten.
The sound is pure, but the images of the drops bring sadness.
What do they mean?
What could I be forgetting?
Questions I ask I get no reply my mind blank of images, but my heart swears it is true.
Emotion of confusion fills my mind I know there is a connection of the raindrops and of something else I don't know what, but it is the mind.
Short and long term memory both have one thing in common. To be at times forgotten but at another second they snap into view.
Just what is it that the raindrops are representing?
***
Tails worked in a mall a place for girls who loved to shop, people looking for gifts in a short walk, and to get a quick meal at the same time. To some it was a beauty, the buzz of the chatter that never died til the place was closed. Tails had only seen light when he first started working there but after weeks of working there the bright sunshine place died and a repetitive world consumed the light that sparked most of the place. Tails though ignored it as not much did impress him these days only a poetry and television.
Tails only worked, he took only a few minutes pause, and a lunch break before heading back to work. He never did enjoy it, but who did. People hated their jobs, literally. They wanted to just get through the day, and go home to relax, what else was there when everyday was it the same old thing, the repetitive day of hell.
The rain poured rapidly against the windows, the water drenching the dome windows above. Tails didn't feel no boredom on this day, he felt at peace. The raindrops; the calmness that helped him keep control, the sound that relieved all misery he had or had it.
Tails strolled along the mildly crowded day while it was a weekend, it should have been more crowded with the rain that showered down on the city called Station Square. On break was the only time Tails had to at least go to the other man who perhaps truly understood him an old age jazz player whose sad mellow tunes truly represented the foxboy's suffering heart.
The smooth and near flawless notes the musician struck, the tone of the blues as the guys had called it. A man dressed in an old time style, a checkered collard shirt, old dark blue jeans, brown loafer shoes, and the ever so gold aligned sunglasses. His gray beard down to his abs, and his head bald, his skin a dark brown, and wrinkled. Tails walked over, throwing a few coins into the hat, the musician stopped, cracking a welcoming smile.
"Good to see you again two tailed." He remarked in good humor.
"Jazzman Charlie always playing the blues day and night no matter what the weather is like." Tails replied taking a seat next to him as taking a deep sigh.
"So what's on your mind fox, you ain't so mellow today." Charlie replied glancing pokerfaced to the fox.
"Rain. I don't know what it is. but I feel relaxed whenever I here the rapid beating of the drops."
"You sound it, but your eyes sparkle with a feeling of wanting answers." Charlie said Tails sighing, closing his eyes and nodded in an answer.
"I don't know what it is, but I feel a small ounce of sadness. Even if rain in movies is shown after a scene, it is only for screen play. This feeling is different, but I don't know what." The fox replied glancing to the ground in misery.
"Maybe it is something that is an answer of your will to live. Were both alike see, we have the blues swimming in our minds, dwelling for a long time. I express it through music, the main reason I live is to get my music out and inspire others to continue the blues. You though. you find it by poetry, if I am correct?" Charlie asked looking down at the fox.
"I know that, but the blues are not what this guilt is, the only time I feel any sort of emotion that is not mellow is when I hear the sound of raindrops. There must be another meaning to it, this emotion. It makes me feel. guilt. " He mentioned, his voice trialing off, his feelings of guilt for something, or at least something that had recently popped in his mind.
"Guilt? Are you sure that is what it is. I always see the eyes of despair and suffering, you want to end your life, but you're held back. Are you sure it is guilt or fear?" Charlie questioned once more.
Tails couldn't answer him; he didn't know how to reply. He only felt it was guilt, but was it guilt?
What was this lump in his heart that called out to him mentally when the tears of the sky fell to the earth?
Tails didn't know what to make of it, but this sentiment was familiar, all too familiar to be exact.
A visit to the psychiatrist could perhaps solve his problem.
***
"Hmm, let me get this straight, these raindrops have so far calmed you down each time you hear them?" Dr. Clayborne asked, hearing this from the fox.
"Every time my heart goes calm, but deep down, something seems to try to shout something, to get my attention, yet when I have ignored it for the time being." Tails replied calmly.
"A inner thought that you wish to remember?" He asked questioning things as always.
"The mind always wants answers this feeling is one of guilt and a fear that I have long forgotten yet still have a piece that can perhaps calls all the other puzzle pieces together." Tails replied still not planning on getting on the topic.
"Do you remember when this feeling developed?"
"Sometime around four years ago. I don't know when, but it deals with someone."
"Hmm what is it towards, a person? A pet? A fictional character?" He inquired Tails shaking his head.
"Well this may be off this topic, but was there someone else that suffered the same loss that you had not in terms of guilt that you were responsible, but someone who was deeply saddened by their deaths?" He asked as Tails thought back.
The pieces started to fit together; it was starting to make sense. The one he had known for so long, the one he lived with, the one that visited him when he was in mental therapy.
"Amy, Amy Rose is the one that I feel the sadness for." He said, the clouds that once blocked all memory of the raindrops appeared in a now bright clear sky, "I don't want to make Amy suffer I don't want to make her cry. I want her to be as she is bright and cheerful never sad and miserable."
Tails now knew why the raindrops reminded him of this. The tears Amy shed each time she visited him in the hospital were from how stressed out she was over the Freedom Fighters deaths, but also for Tails. She was at loss those so dear to her were gone and Tails was now so miserable over the incident that he wanted to end it all.
"She has stood by me for so long; she was there for me when I needed her. I never noticed her; all I could focus on was that I was responsible for death. If only there was a way I could repay her a way to make it up to her." He muttered with a despaired voice.
"I think Amy is thankful enough that you're still alive. Even if you have changed, she still sees you as the fox she grew up with. I think you both are at good terms if anything." Clayborne noted, with a sigh of relief.
"I guess, but now... I feel more at ease, reborn. I think I should go back home, and spend the night with Amy. For once, I think we both could sit at the table, and enjoy our meals." Tails replied standing to his feet as he walked out towards the door.
***
"You called me in ma'am?" Amy asked sitting comfortably in the seat legs crossed and hands on the arms of the chair.
"Yes... Amy, I'm afraid we have to let you go, you're not fit anymore to be a star model." The female replied without any emotion whatsoever to the female hedgehog.
"I'm fired?"
"In terms of a job, yes, your just not fit to be in our line up anymore, with the larger gut, the unsuccessful line of sales drop in your fashioning line, well. were letting you go."
Amy only could feel a shatter; everything she had lived for and acknowledged was in one meeting was ripped from her.
Her once glorious life was now only a memory.
She had no will to go on with the loss of so many of her friends and Tails nothing more then a deadbeat that only viewed life as a waste.
Walking out with her head to the floor she made up her mind to end her own life.
***
Tails had opened the door walking inside with a more relieved grin on his face. For once in his life did he actually feel more cheerful then he did feel down.
Heading to the kitchen he found only a sight of disgust when he spotted Amy holding a knife in her right hand and slowly levitating it with her right hand bringing it down to her wrist.
"AMY DON'T!"
"Keep back Tails there is no reason to stop me." She replied bitterly.
"Why? Just over a job? Even I had the worst experience and here I stand. Amy, please, for god's sake, don't do this!" Tails pleaded, with tears in his eyes.
"Hmph, you wouldn't understand at all. I don't do anything else right at all modeling was the only thing I was good at and now I am jobless. Why would you care even if I was gone since all you care about is yourself?" She snapped back.
"If I was that self-centered, then I would have killed myself years ago. Amy I do care for you I just never go around to expressing it myself. I may not understand your pain, but I do understand that you feel frightened you don't know what to do so you choose this option. I live out of guilt for you Amy because I love you for who you are." He spoke as tears streamed onto his white fur coat.
Amy remained silent; for once since the incident she had heard him say anything like this. She didn't know he had thought of her like that under that mellow heart of his.
"Drop the knife Amy." Tails demanded.
The knife went to the floor immediately as Tails blink in surprise, thinking he would have had to keep telling her to drop it over and over til she gave in.
Falling to the ground Amy buried her face in her hands sobbing loudly. Tails walked over to her as she unsuspectingly leaped forth and buried her face in his chest, sobbing once more.
Tails didn't say a word. He pressed her calmly against his chest feeling her shiver and soak his thick fur coat as he patted her on the back.
"Calm down Amy I do care for you and I don't want you to be like this." He replied sorrowfully.
"I'm not sad Tails, these tears, I shed them for joy. I never knew about how deeply you did care for me. I guess you still are the same fox that I knew all those years ago." She sobbingly mumbled out.
"I wish I was... but trying go back is not a choice. I've grown up so much that there is no time for me to turn back, life is already nearing an end with my age and a few more decades is all I have left. Amy, you can make it if you have the strong will of faith that I always have seen shine in those emerald eyes of yours." Tails mentioned, looking deep in her eyes.
"They will Tails, as long as someone still needs me I shall not give up my life." She replied hugging the fox more tightly.
Tails hugged back, his arms tightly wrapped around Amy's thin body. He for once felt more caring then he had in a few past years. He never had paid to much attention to his deeper thoughts and like anyone long forgot what had happened in the past. Raindrops always did send the sense of sadness and despair when he though of Amy crying. Yet not every tear a living being sheds is one of unhappiness, but quite the contrary when one is full of pure joy that they shed those tears.
Tails on this day realized why he kept striving to live even when his true desire was to end it all. Even in the times of misery is there a will that keeps pushing one to live on and not surrender oneself to the hand of death.
***
"Dr. Sentimor, it appears once more it appears you have found no way to create an immunity for any type of person. All drugs have failed and even those deaf in the ears and those blind still go insane. Things cost money and these experiments are so far hard enough to get in track. So tell me this, why should I even continue to fund this project when we have yet to even make a breakthrough since each time we fail and are forced back into step one!" The General asked bitterly as he glared fiercely at the doctor.
The general was in his mid fifties, short gray hair hidden under a lieutenant's cap, high dark green collared uniform with several medals decorating the vest like a Christmas tree. The scientist was the everyday white lab coated and black trouser dressed man, glasses and short hair. He was though dark skinned, but unlike some people, who coward when a superior yelled at them, he only sat calmly, taking a deep long sigh.
"General Batimore I assure you we will make progress, we have already knowledge of how it takes over most of any species on the planet. Time is what is needed to find the flaw, please; I am begging you to keep this plan in funding. BESERKER is still active in those ruins of Robotropolis. The only other option is to get the only veteran of that conflict, the fox." The doctor replied calmly.
The general remained silent, for so long had they went against the plan. The fox already was classified in many areas of mental illness and easily could go into emotional breakdown when reminded of the incident. Though their choices were limited to the choice of trying to create a being to carry out the task or go with the two tailed fox.
"We already know why we shut down the Space Colony Ark. Gerald was mad to try and play god. We had no choice but to stop the project at any cost, even when it resulted in the deaths of innocent people working there. Creating a life form results only in disaster, a creature such as that lizard would eventually turn on all of humanity and eliminate us from existence, just because of its own idea. That was why the president ordered it be destroyed those fifty years ago, fear. We have no other choice but to get the fox to aid us in taking out that infernal machine. We are not going to nuke if for the sake of those living nearby, we have to find a way to destroy the core. That fox must know something about becoming immune to the beta waves it gives off. Sentimore, get the fox and find out all you can about what he knows." The general stated as he took a seat at his chair, glancing to the scientist who was nearly asleep.
"Y-yes Sir. but won't it be 'taken against will' to just take the fox from where he stays? The public could get suspicious." Sentimore replied very uneasy at the idea.
"For the sake of every person and mobian on this planet, we have no other alternative. We need his help. We must 'convince' him to help us. I don't care what means are used, just get him to talk." The General advised, as Sentimore stood, nodding to his superior, as he walked out of the room.
"I don't like the idea, but there is no other choice. Tails must be captured if we are to get any idea of how to put an end to that device that has forsaken the land surrounding it." He thought, as he walked through the hallway.
He didn't want to fall to such circumstances, but he was already running out of options.
**************************************************************************** **********
A nightmare I have for so long wanted to forget, for eight years it has haunted me over and over, never once has it slipped away from my mind. Once more does the hand of fate throw me into the darkness, forcing me to confront the one thing that I have for so long distanced myself from. Ever since that day of eight years ago, fate only brings me sadness and suffering.
Next chapter: Confronting the past.