I must make a choice
A tough decision
Listen to my voice
Should I give in
To temptation, admiration
One leads to myself
The other some one else
Just an empty shell
Just an empty shell
Except Gareth had already made that choice. His father's acts had made the decision very easy. He wouldn't give into the temptation of becoming his father. He would be himself, the man with no name, the man all his life's experiences had created. He had trained hard during the months after his 'death' and had used it as a rebirth. In choosing to become the man with no name the Gareth Jones born in 1990 had disappeared, leaving behind an empty shell.
It's harder than it seems
When you're told that
All your hopes and dreams
Are yours to hold if
You just give them
What's expected
Something they can sell
Put upon a shelf
But I am not for sale
I am not for sale
And yet Gareth had not realised that in becoming the man with no name, any hopes and dreams of his had disappeared. He had no family yes, but he could create any life for himself, he did not need to become part of the hand. And yet he was deceived. He thought he was working for good, not evil. He gave them everything they wanted, losing himself in the process, and he became muscle for hire, limiting his future, destroying his soul.
If I can't refuse
The price they offer
I am sure to lose
And I will suffer
Sell my soul to make a profit
All I have to do
Is make believe it's true
That something I can't do
That something I can't do
The thing was Gareth couldn't refuse the price the Hand had offered; they promised him power beyond his imagination and power had corrupted him. He had lost the fight to not become the man his father was, he had become a worse man, totally committed to the dark. And yet he couldn't become that man. His soul was hidden in itself, refusing to open up, he had become robotic in his actions, and over time his power was fading, he was becoming a normal man. Kirigi noticed this, and set him one last task. Kirigi knew that he would probably die in the attempt, so sent Gareth away from the hideout, telling him to not return until it was done. His orders: kill the assassin Elektra Nachios.
So when the waiting's gone
This time to face the truth
You know your good enough
Deep down inside of you
Gareth was settled into an apartment near Elektra's, it was part of a disused block. His outfit was hidden in his bag, and he was dressed in civilian clothes, shivering in spite of himself. It was so cold around that his battered immune system had failed and he was quite ill. It was in the midst of this that his soul returned to life. It did this as a woman clothed entirely in light entered the room. His soul swelled with love, and he realised there was something more. He heard a voice inside him growing to a scream. He realised that he was not the next of them, the next of the hands assassins but that he was the first of himself. He could no longer live the lie of living two lives; he wasn't the man with no name any more. He could be just Gareth.
You're finally woken up
If only just to prove
You are born to lead the way
Then be the first of you
He would finish their last assignment, and then become just himself. He could produce the vaccine himself now, and could live without them, he could be himself, and lead the way. Thanks to this woman in front of him, he had realised the truth.
"Who are you?" He croaked, barely able to speak
"My name is Hayley. Why are you here Gareth?"
"Hayley" He repeated, realising he had met her before, a lifetime ago, when she gave him a dose of the vaccine in the street, once when he had become to weak to use it himself. He had walked her to this very apartment once, no wonder it seemed so familiar. He collapsed then, the combination of his disease and the illness getting too much.
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