Cybersix: Mini Look
A/N: Since I’m in so deep with no chances of escape I felt like writing something for Cybersix. It’s not shippy or anything. It’s not that great either but whatever. I may write more if I get comfortable with it. Consider it my contribution to this hella great series that deserves so much more than it gets. Ps. Sorry for any grammatical errors or misspellings.
There's a time when the moon
reveals its face through the clouds. I let out a sigh
and want to cry out loud.
Meridiana is quiet this time of night, shops closed and people taking refuge in their cozy homes surrounded by family. Preparations for winding down and children being tucked safely into bed, wandering towards dreamland and uncaring to what the next day’s events will be. Protected in their ignorance.
Humans aren’t aware of what lurks in the shadows, the ever creeping pressure of creatures wandering around in search of their masters desired treasure. But she knows better.
Pulling on the suit always feels so natural, the weight and feel of it against skin. Gloves secured around hands like a protective layer of paint. It’s nice to be herself, but it can be lonely too. Feelings of discontentment and hopelessness are ever present these days. A weight that never seems to lift but gains tons as time carries on.
Heels click against the ledge of the window, cape billowing around in the wind behind. She releases a sigh, eyes catching the moon in its full reflective glory. She wonders if it shares her pain. Wonders if it qestions it’s existance until anxiety and melancholy override any other feeling. No one seems to understand.
Her past - fragmented pieces mangled together to form a semblance of truth - is shadowed by what she knows now as apposed to then. Her present is going steady but in a repetitive loop; Aidan by day, lavishing young minds with the intellect of literary genious and how it impacts lives or just giving them a glimpse into past minds. Then going home and becoming Cybersix, hunting for survival and aiding a few helpless people along the way. As Adrian It’s freeing to a degree; being able to be accepted and fit in amongst society. To draw warmth from friends who surround him. Sadly they do not detect the lie.
But is it really lying? Adrian is as much a part of her as she is him. They are two sides of the same person. And the future...
It lays ahead, uncertain and daughting...
But deep in my heart,
I feel love so alive.
From the depths of my soul,
I know we will survive.
Rooftop to rooftop, an endless sea of buildings outlined by the moons light and contrasted against the inky blackness of the sky. Gliding effortlessly through the air and landing gracefully, like a bird. It’s easy to shake the troubles away when engaging in a chase, lifting oneself to unreadable heights. The fixed idea is moving quickly through the streets unaware of her presence but she needs to catch him soon. Sustenance is a must at this point, she can feel herself running low, it’s draining affect stilting her efforts more and more the longer it takes to reach it. The sting of electricity shooting up her arm catches her off guard and nearly makes her loose balance and tumble off the high purchase of a large building.
Breathe.
Then she moves, agile and smooth, jumping down and landing a sharp heel to the back of its neck and knocking it to the ground. To many it would appear wrong: fighting what are essentially her siblings or kin, killing them for their sustenance. But she needs it to survive, their lifeblood and power source born from that vile human; or is it more accurate to described him as a monster?
This cursed fate is like chains binding her down, but it’s her life.
And she wants to find what it means to be alive, not just a functioning existance. Cybersix, one of the many creations of Dr. Von Richter, goes in to finish off the fixed idea, snuffing out its spark of life as quickly as letting out a breath. It disintegrates, a pile of clothes and steam left in its wake along with a tube of glowing liquid.
I'm the one they would break
In their greed and their pride.
Feeling restored after drinking it down, Cybersix bleeds into the shadows in order to retreat back home without any more confrontation. The sharp ache inside has died away and left her feeling better physically. Yet, mentally she’s waging war with herself, a never ending array of internal conflicts that don’t rest.
Raising her hand up she looks at it intently: Five fingers.. slender, soft, but capable of lifting inhuman amounts of weight.
She moves it to rest against her chest, feeling a steady thrum beating against her palm. A heartbeat.. So like the rest of them but also no where close. She isn’t one of them and yet she feels, she hurts, she survives, and she cries.
Looking back out the window she sees the moon again, and wonders if she will ever know the answer..
Will she ever know peace?
But deep in my heart,
I feel love so alive.
From the depths of my soul,
I know we will survive!