KG: Okay look, I don't own Scryed or the characters blah blah blah with some more bullshit so I don't get in trouble for writing. Enjoy D
Kazuma opened his eyes, seeing the whirling fan that looked as if it was going clockwise although all fans spin counter-clockwise. It gave spasms from time to time from it only being supported by three screws and not four. What a shithole.
He sat up to feel a sharp pain in his legs from the previous walking he had done. Hiking over a large number of hills and keeping a steady pace through a small plain to reach the rickety house. It wasn't home but squatting was only worth the pleasure that is was free so he didn't complain. Finding it was a luck that came rather rarely in his life.
Kazuma had been trying to find a place where he wasn't being hunted and happened to cross this place of historic events. It had every newspaper since HOLY was constructed. This only picked at Kazuma especially since he accepted what was going to happen: HOLY was gone and would be lost in translation and history, something Kazuma couldn't grip. All of his allies that died for the sake of saving alters was futile and everything they had done to stop HOLY's madness was nothing but a wild goose chase. Sure now alters could freely walk around without a worry on their faces or a limp in their walk but it was only a fraction in the time of the universe. Mankind expected this to ripple through the lives of people but in fact nobody found it a necessity to think about it every day of their lives like Kazuma would expect it.
They had in fact beaten an organization with a surprisingly minimal amount of deaths in return for freedom but to the lives of the people in the city, this wasn't worth the time of day. Kazuma stood in the crowd of the city hearing the constant gossip of work, objects, and money and nothing about alters or the freedom they were given. It hit Kazuma harder than any punch. He was furious with himself and in a reckless turn of events, killed many people although he didn't remember it.
It was sudden and he quickly figured out that he slaughtered an unlucky gang of men. He ran from the city and decided he would cross-country and would walk west until he reached civilization. He prayed he died on his way there so he wouldn't suffer the pain of watching the events of HOLY be washed away.
The day wasn't as hot as it had been for the past few days. Or it was at least not as humid. He walked outside the house and walked the opposite way of the rising sun leaving the door open to be welcome for the next occupant.
Not very long after he heard a series of gunshots. He went to investigate to see some men hunting field wolves. Kazuma came to the conclusion that a city was near by so he stood on plateau to look around but found nothing but the three men and barren plains. Once he reached the edge of the plateau he saw the four-wheeled vehicle parked at the bottom. The men walked towards it, dragging their wolves when they each stopped and collapsed. Kazuma was dumbstruck and looked frantically around to see what had happened when his eye caught a bit of red sulking in the field. The figure rose with an altered arm, exactly like his, in fact the man looked the same in every aspect to Kazuma. Three officers walked up from behind him and they conversed but Kazuma couldn't hear what they said to the look-a-like.
"They weren't a threat," the officer said to his partner.
"It doesn't matter now they won't be a threat," was the reply, "We know Kazuma is out here somewhere and until we find him we can't come back to the city. Bring the rest of the squad out here."
The look-a-like Kazuma stood there waiting for an order.
"Zero-Two K we're moving out," the officer notified to the look-a-like.
It nodded lightly but kept its eyes on the plateau and the two people he had just killed. Then dismissively, he turned around and walked towards the oncoming vehicles. He reached the two trucks of men and saw the other two clones that looked exactly like him. They were his equals however they didn't exchange the look back to Zero-Two K.
Kazuma watched the three men walk northwards as two trucks pulled up next to them. He squinted to see that two other look-a-likes stood next to the van after it stopped. In a quick decision not to stick around, he got up and made his way down the plateau. He didn't plan on them being so close to him so he ran hill to hill where he would pause and look around. After a few more hours it seemed as though the squad set up camp only a few hundred yards ahead of where they killed the two men.
He spent 10 minutes contemplating to either stay or try to get ahead of them and decided he'd get a little bit ahead. After walking for three hours he was sweating from the sun beating down on him. A caved in cliff provided many rocks to sit on and welcomed Kazuma to the comforting shade. He sat down and pulled out some jerky out of his left pocket. The bag was almost empty which meant he was out here for about two weeks since he had brought two weeks of water and food with him. He decided he could starve a little bit and instead took a gulp out of his canteen.
He looked down at the ground and let his hair hang down. The shade was slowly disappearing as the sun reached the peak of the sky and beat down on the back of his neck.
"I need a haircut," Kazuma said to himself. It had been a while since he made himself look presentable. His hair was constantly in front of his eyes and sticking to the sweat of his face as he carried himself westward.
His senses clicked on. Somebody was coming.
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about Heather Swine is so much hotter than Brooke O' Neil," the private said to his teammate.
"Whatever Brooke blows," he told the private behind his back.
The leading private turned around and let his finger of the trigger of his gun to push his teammates shoulder.
"Go to hell Brigham," the following private said and as if on cue he saw a flash of red hit firmly into his partners skull, smashing it in and spraying all over the privates face, drenching his shirt.
"What the...!" was all that came out before his arm was wrenched from the socket to prevent him from shooting his weapon. Then with the elbow of the attacker, he was bludgeoned in the eye feeling it explode in the socket. He tried to scream but the blood that waschoked down is throat disabled him from making any audible noise. With his remaining eye, somewhat blurred by tears from his agony, he saw Kazuma, unable to tell the difference between him and the copies. He was givin a few more gasps for air before he felt his gun being pressed against his belly. His body was rocked by the vibrations and he collapsed to the ground and he layed in a pool of his intestines, the acid burning through his clothing.
The gun gave no sound due to it being silenced and it also being pressed firmly against the private's stomach.Kazuma then dropped the gun and walked west.
KG: Ehhhh it's a beginning right? More later. I'm out! Reviews please, flames welcomed so that I can get better haha