chaos comes.
starter @modernholmes
he follows blindly, towards the monotonous voice; flat, and unwavering. as if practiced in front of a mirror a thousand times before one goes to sleep. dense as he may seem, his senses tells him it is safe. safe for him to follow the voice he hears over the past years inside the four white walls. he remembers walking out of the white room, taking an el-e-va-tor (he remembers them teaching him a few times), and into an underground level, where the cars (he recalls sitting in them for many times. they were convenient, he gives it that much credit but still, axel never liked sitting in them for too long. it made him feel caged as he limbs yearns to move freely) were parked.
he gets into the familiar black escalade, opting for the left seat like he usually does. the radio plays hideous musics -- the kind that makes his nails dig into his seat, but what does he know about music anyways?
axel counts. the seconds; the time. he counts the building, the amount of turns the car takes, how many streets they’ve passed. he was vacuous on the outside, but he was far intelligent on the inside. more so than he lets on because logically speaking, axel doesn’t find it that important for him to appear ‘bright’ -- as the doctors like to put it -- in front of others. no one had the patience to understand or observe him. nor do they have anything special about them that stimulated him, so why should he display something exceptional and superior other than his physical skills?
when the car stops, and axel gets off, he takes a deep breath. inhaling air and familiarizing himself with all the scents. he was on new ground now, and he only recognized some of the smell he nose picked up on: blood; death; the smell of dead bodies buried under huge debris. the odor he identifies with were turned into information in his head as he follows one of the officials to who knows where the latter wishes to take him to.
“wait here, and don’t go anywhere.” the man says and axel obeys.
like a dog, he stands and doesn’t move a single muscle. idly looking at the other agents that seem to hurry on here and there, and curiously, axel wonders why everyone was in such a haste.
