Alone
– DRABBLES. ACCEPTING.
→ The suffocating stench and feeling of Zaun’s air began to set over the boy as he began his trek towards the exit of the city. Blood stained the green plates that adorned what was left of his body, and he hoped that he wouldn’t be stopped by the gates- however, this was Zaun, so why would any of the residents care? If it didn’t directly concern them, nobody blinked an eye.
But Ekko did. And he didn’t understand why he slowed, took a double take of the city- he’d been created to do very specific missions; infiltrate and destroy. He’d done this. So why did he feel so terrible about it?
It was unclear to him. The faces which he’d torn the light from, just moments ago, rested behind his eyelids as if in tribute. He didn’t feel that he knew them. But did he? The privilege of remembering his former life was lost to him- or, perhaps, it had been stolen. Yes, that was it. But he wouldn’t rebel. He had nothing else to tend to, now that he’d lost himself in this machine. He could barely remember his own name, some days, and his brain was fogged with numbers. It seemed surreal. He felt like he was living someone else’s life.
But not now. Now he felt as though he’d done something terrible, something that had bent his morals to the point of snapping. But he’d never felt this way before, when he’d killed others, so why? Was it the city? The people? Perhaps he had known them. The thought made him sick. Out of his control, they’d begged him not to hurt them- they’d known his name, he realized, picking apart their cries from his memories. But he didn’t know them. His stomach churned. Who had he just killed? His family? His friends? Well- he didn’t have either of those, anymore.
It was a sudden realization that propelled his feet further forwards, metal clicking against the cobblestones of the top layer of Zaun. His thoughts were silenced, and he quickly realized that he had no idea who he was. The past months had been him trusting in the people controlling him; and this was something he didn’t want to stand for, not anymore. They wouldn’t even tell him where he was from.
And now, looking back over Zaun as he took the elevator out and away from the city; he thought he knew. He looked down at the blood marking his hands as those of someone he did not know. Looking away with a sigh, he felt an ache in his chest. He’d never felt more painfully alone until now.