The Blonde's head was buried in the floors muggy grass. He paused briefly as he began to lift himself off the ground spitting out any chewed up chunks of grass or dirt in his mouth, wincing at that moment from a stress fracture just experienced on one of his index fingers, which he had landed on dangerously while passing into last nights sleep. His eyes were blinking aggressively as he prepared his mind to fully awaken from it. His robust body still felt heavy and exhausted from the countless hours of period to period sleeping he frequented lately. Sometimes he wondered, why an enemy hasn't detected him in this vulnerable state, and mercilessly killed him in his egregious sleeping. To kind of think about it, he prayed that that wouldn't happen, but as vulnerable as he was, it didn't seem too farfetched to imagine it.
The Blond wrestled against his heavy and exhausted body as he would abruptly stand himself on his two feet with his body being tense and contorted from last nights egregious sleeping. He would release short alleviating breaths which relieved him mentally and would lighten his robust body. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. He didn't want anyone's sympathy or comfort. The pain was manageable, although at times it would force him to succumb into unimaginable despair.
He had thoughts of killing innocent lives which tormented him night and day. He constantly fought thoughts of destroying Gaia and contriving the extermination of all existence. A woman's sweet voice would dwell deep within his subconscious. It was a beautiful voice, one he was yet to understand. A voice he decisively nailed as deceptive and dishonest even with its allure and flattery which he felt was solipsistic.
He spent months avoiding any kind of interaction or contact with people, other than a few calls from friends now and then which were becoming less and less prevalent. They were seeing less and less of him and he would slowly wander into nonexistence; that which is exactly what he wanted. Although it was for their safety and he was dubious when reasoning why. He justified his actions with a concocted plausible credence that he could be deleterious and volatile to their safety. Losing the battle with the alien blood and becoming a full puppet was his greatest trepidation. It haunted him even during the years in which he combated the mighty ex-SOLDIER Sephiroth. He feared having another episode by completely surrendering to the alien blood and the deceptive woman's voice that he has yet to discover a name or source for. It was for this reason he was better off avoiding people now, maybe even forever.
For a moment he wondered whether to keep moving and cringe from the unknown enemy but decided enough was enough. "No more running" he said quietly while perched up against the withered tree. His eyes darted to a cave just north of him. He smirked as he saw a glimmer of light inside it, an indication that Fenrir, his pride and joy, was still settled there. He had set Fenrir there to protect it from the rainy days. "Glad to see your still there."
There was something coming for the Blond and he knew it. He had known it for the longest time. But in respite he would dodge it. He was fearful of whatever it was, fearful because of its ethereal perception. But this time he was going to confront whatever it was and find out what it wants from him, maybe even kill it if necessary.
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Hope its not boring you……I don't know why the sentences are so extensive a curse of verbose writing I guess. Hope you enjoy reading it so far….
