Isaac woke up to be greeted by a grey roof. It was the eleventh anniversary of the day his sister was killed. In fact everyone was killed. Jenny, Judice, the girls, Mom and Dad…. Everyone Isaac had ever known was killed that day.
Except for him. ‘Why me…?’ He thought to him, as he did every morning. ‘Why was I the one to live…? Why couldn’t the others have survived..?’
Even though Isaac knew he had no hand in any of the events of the bombing, and the days after, he had always felt guilty for the fate of the neighbourhood. The only thing that brought him even the slight bit of relief was that he felt that in a way, he was taken as well.
He wasn’t a human anymore.
He was a cyborg.
Sure, for the first few years it had been awesome. Surviving on your own, killing things bigger than you with minimal effort, the peace and tranquility… Everything just felt right those first few years with his new form. But after that, it just… it felt unjust. Everyone he knew had died, yet he lived on as something better than human.
He did feel a little better though. He helped run the refugee camp while the war raged on.
He stood up, not wanting to remember the pain. Besides, if he stayed lying down for two long his wires would start to cross. And nobody wanted that to happen.
He got all of his stuff on and got ready for the day. He opened the door and saw a familiar figure.
Ugh. Abby. Just great.
“Well hello there sleepyhead.” She said as she slapped Isaac lightly. Abby was Isaac’s closest friend. And that’s not saying much, since in his eyes, Abby was his only true friend. Sure there were the other refugees, but Abby found him here and helped him run the joint. So they kinda had to get along somewhat.
That didn’t mean Isaac had to like her.
In fact ninety percent of the time he hated her.
Like right now.
Especially now.
Isaac looked down at Abby, who smiled back almost innocently. The smug bitch. “What do you want Abby?” Isaac asked, trying to emphasize his annoyance with her being right there at that moment. “I told you not to talk to me until I’ve had my coffee. Especially today of every year.”
Abby handed him a coffee, just the way he liked it. “I know!” she exclaimed “That’s why I got you this!”
He reluctantly took the cup and started drinking it. “What do you want?”
“Hey! Don’t be so rude! I let you sleep in today!”
“You’re not supposed to.”
“I wanted to be nice! Why are you such an asshole?!”
“I’m only this way around you.”
“Why?!”
Isaac chuckled slightly. “Because sometimes you’re a real bitch to me.” He walked out of the room, drinking his coffee, as his co-worker stood there slack-jawed. Isaac loved those moments. He hated bringing it to reality in THAT way, but she knew the rules.
She should be glad she didn’t have his katana at her throat.
As Isaac continued further away from his nuisance of a compatriot he noticed something weird about the camp. There were traces of red everywhere. He looked closer at the stain on the wall and scanned it.
Yup. Blood. A riot was going on.
He rushed forward, following the trails of blood to a room he had never been to before. He burst open the door just as he heard a gunshot. “What the hell is going on?!” He shouted, his eyes an intense red. His eyes changed with emotions.
Standing in front of him was a man about the same size as him, wearing a trenchcoat and holding a revolver at the newly dead corpse. He looked at Isaac with a sly grin, shades over his eyes. “Ah!” he exclaimed in delight. “Isaac! It’s been a while!”
As Isaac looked upon the face of the assailant, his angered expression quickly went blank. “You aren’t from here,” Isaac questioned, “Are you?”
The mystery man laughed maniacally, almost like Isaac had told a joke based off of dark humour and he loved it. “Did you really forget me? After I’ll I’ve done for,” his grin turned into a smirk, “and to you?”
Isaac’s blank expression remained, although now he was reaching for his detonator. Don’t worry, it doesn’t blow things up. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, pal.”
The man seemed to be amused with this. “You want me to be more specific?”
“That would be nice, before I cut you open.”
The man chuckled. He obliged to Isaac’s command and took off his shades.
His eyes.
They weren’t human.
They looked as if they had been corrupt by demons.
And at that moment, Isaac realized who he was talking to. His hand, which had grabbed the detonator, went slack, dropping the detonator to the ground. His eyes were flickering between all the possible colours they could show. He felt as if he were going to pass out. In the end, as all of his memories started flowing back to him, all he could let out was one singular word.
“You.”
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