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Okay. Today's entry is short. I'm fighting this cold and not feeling very good, unfortunately. :P

Just a head's up: this is a bit of a downer entry. It also mentions death of a minor character, a main character, and an OC. Though the main and the OC are not named, you may be able to guess who they are.

Onto day six.


/day six/

Prompt: disillusioned

Featured LR character: Bob


"The Bad"


Post-Lab Rats. He's not the little boy who held high hopes for the world anymore.


He used to think that life outside the island was wonderful, that it would be fun and loud and bright and colorful, but now, he knows better.

He's never planned to be this bitter about the world. In fact, he wanted to be as excited about it as he used to be when he first came out from under the control of that horrible app. He wanted to love it as he dreamed he would once he got to be out there, once he got to experience the things their mentors talked about and gave them a preview of years ago. He desired so badly for the world to be like that, but unfortunately, that's not enough.

No one can change unchangeable nature and hard-hearted people.

His first encounter with the world nearly eight years ago hadn't been very bad. Thankfully, they had been warned about it, so the first cut wasn't very deep. As they were told, people were not very accepting of bionics, no matter the good they do towards others. Sure, there were people who were very kind, understanding, and even very accepting, but there were also a number who hated them because they couldn't be bothered to take the time to know them. Those people acted and spoke as if the kids they talked about weren't people – children – with real feelings, and sadly, these are the voices his ears felt inclined to listen to.

Time, although, changed that. He learned to turn away from negative talk. Poison is poison, and he's smart enough to know that he shouldn't drink it.

He got accustomed to it, to what he thought before was the only darkness out there. There was even a spark of hope afterwards, because he began to make friends with teenagers his age who liked him for who he was. They even stood up for him whenever the situation called for it. He also met an older couple who lived next door to where he and a few of his siblings were based at, and they were very good to them and treated them as if they were their own kids.

It was really nice. Having friends and kind-of-parents gave him a sense of normalcy, and for a while he started thinking that living out there would be nearly what he thought it would be.

Then, a year ago, everything started to crumble down in front of him.

They lost Spin during a rescue mission at sea just months after Spin turned twenty-one and he turned twenty-two. It was an attack, and many people were onboard. The two of them and a few others tried to save everyone. The last time he remembered seeing his younger brother was when they hatched a plan to split up to cover as much ground as they could.

Every night, he wonders if Spin would have lived if he had just gone with him as they were supposed to.

He always thinks about his little brother. He wishes he was still here.

Missing him hurts so much.

Not long after, a building collapsed, and a team was sent to get people out. He wasn't there when it happened. He didn't even know it was happening until afterwards. All he knew was that most of the team that had gone in and numerous people who were trapped got out with some damages – and that the man he considered as one of his closest friends and the older sister who always told him to be confident despite what other people said about him didn't make it.

They learned later on that the disaster happened due to poor construction. The contractors and the owner of the company had agreed to use lower quality materials and not comply to safety codes because it was cheaper.

He was there during the trial. Seeing them made him angry. Those men had no remorse for what they had done, especially the owner of that company. There was not a hint of regret in his eyes. He didn't seem to care that people died because of him. He didn't even apologize.

Those people that man didn't even give a thought about were important to him, didn't he know that? That was his brother-in-law and his older sister in there. Didn't he care how much their family and the families of others lost that day?

Up to now, it's still taking a lot from him to tame all of these emotions. He's hurt, disgusted, and very, very angry. He's lost three people because of greed and selfishness, because others can't be bothered to simply care.

Bree told him during the funeral that that is why they need to be different. They cannot be like the others and be heartless. Although it's hard, they have to try and keep saving people, because they are better.

When he saw the tears staining her eyes as she said those things, when he saw the anger and the hurt in her brothers' and her parents' faces, he started doubting her. Maybe they are better—but he wasn't too sure about him.

He used to think that life outside the island was filled with hope, that it held second chances and that people took it always, that there are as much good as it is bad, but now, he knows better.

He's not a little boy who believes in fantasies anymore.


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