00:00:00 //You should have expected this whoops.
It was almost natural now for blue eyes to only glance at the numbers imprinted and branded across his skin, a habit he’d picked up from watching the scientists do the same. It seemed to him that everyone in this world was obsessed with those little marks, counting down the seconds one by one until they met their supposed 'soulmate'.As if a soulmate truly existed.
Besides, he shouldn't be concerning himself with this. There were missions to complete, targets to be dealt with. The ticking clock on his arm was only a nuisance to his purpose. Sparing glances was the only thought he gave the problem.
Though, the clock really wasn't ticking anymore. It must have, at one point. The scientists, engineers and, hell, even the other trainees had their numbers moving down and down. So his too must have ticked and ticked before it had stopped. Some days, when more and more understanding would dawn on him, the thought of his supposed mate dying was a large possibility Why else would the clock stop?
But that thought would dwindle away, mind back on task and then it would all float away until he was back to questioning why the people in this facility even bothered with looking at their wrists.
Which is why normally calm eyes widen, steady heart beating in wild rhythms of a feeling he'd never experienced before. The clock never moved, never strayed from the 00:01:20 that was burned there. Yet, he had learned to trust his senses and sight...was a trusty one in all regards. The numbers were changing, going down and down and down until they would surely hit nothing.
Something had changed him. Made him wrong. Damaged.
And when blue eyes looked away from the scene that confessed his unknown sins 00:01:03, 00:1:02, 00:01:01 they landed on the man he was supposed to observe and then take. Down.
He needed to leave, and he needed to leave now. The mission be damned. Sitting on a rooftop only yards away from his target's apartment was normally a safe vantage point...but with those blasted numbers going by and by and by, he wasn't sure where he stood in terms of safety.
Even with his mind screaming for him to move, heart no longer wild but desperate in its attempt to push away its cage of flesh, to force the unresponsive body around it to its feet and run, there was the thought of lets see what happens.
Which is how he ends up staring at the target's door, face set even as the brand across his arm suddenly reaches that sign of nothing that evidently means everything.
He doesn't even flinch when the door opens.
