A service that brings "solace" and "peace", to this world, or so it tries. Of course, evil doesn't die out, it perseveres much like the good, though it corrupts much greater. He believes that over 99% of this world is evil and corrupt, his ideas profound and unmoving. Fruitless. This service is named:
I am now part of "a service"—though you already know that—one that Kyoraa had left recently. In fact I replaced him, taking his position. However, the others were unaware of Kyoraa and I coming into contact—save for Lilia, the leader.
Kyoraa left, he's an adult after all, and now he's bound to play a crucial role in our story. He's gone on to do his own things, besides I have my own issues to deal with now.
As I let out a sigh and stretched languidly, I decided to get up and move on to brush my teeth. My thoughts began to circulate. Living with "this service", a place that displayed a relatively calm and certainly enjoyable atmosphere. Our "service" specifically. Since our one is different, we all live together, and this is more so a lifestyle now. Though if you were to go the other "services", you would see that they have their own buildings that are only visited when they are working together. It's a profession, for us too, of course, but it's more than that now, way more. A family—though that's a dangerous path to walk across.
I began brushing my teeth, slowly, my eyes staring into me as I looked at the mirror. Judging me harshly, with reprieve. Why must those eyes be so angry?
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I finished brushing my teeth and spat out the toothpaste waste, washing out my mouth with water and then rinsing the sink. The diluted and weakened toothpaste clung onto the edge of the drain, unyielding. I gazed at it, then left it there to persevere. One day it would fade away and wither, but I would not be there to witness it, since this was the last time I would see that bathroom again.
I arrived downstairs to the dining table, everyone was already their enjoying their breakfast. Lilia looked troubled, and from Anderson I could sense stress. The rest seemed to be acting like their usual selves.
I sat down, I looked around me, a family being displayed to my eyes. I felt conflicted, the connections I feel between me and the others is a luxury I never had with my family. Each person a different colour in my eyes, bright ones mainly, then some duller. And every person had strings connected to each other, and ones to me, a vast tapestry of emotions and thoughts circulating through the weave of incorporeal origin. Every string that was connected to me was darker though.
I noticed the black bottle of liquor staring at me, and so I stared back, a corrupted reflection of me looking right at me. For some reason I had no colour, no, that's not right. It was a colour, it simply wasn't visible. Not to me. Not to them. Not to anyone. A shade of solitude, present in "reality" but absent in sight.
A mention of the place "Kaldemorte" made my ears perk up, and I turned, the reflection now a memory in my mind, and my focus on Lilia's voice.
"I know it's sudden..." a short pause, unusual. "But it is urgent, and we do need to go see if the lab really needs help."
The Kaldemorte Lab, one of the largest and most valuable laboratories / research facilities in this world, a full 17 kilometres squared of interior workspace, 40 kilometres squared if you include the exterior workspace. The reason there was so much tension consisted of two points.
First, of course, the Kaldemorte Lab itself was a big deal, a service like us being called there was out of the ordinary. Second, Kaldemorte itself is a place where practically no one goes. It's in the name "Kalde" for cold, "morte" for death. Literally meaning cold death, the place was no different. Barely any life there survived, the average temperature all year round being -30 degrees Celsius, in the harsh winters it can drop to below -90 degrees Celsius.
I considered her words further, there was no reason for us to be called out for such a task. Lilia looked troubled, her heart rate elevated greatly. Her throat had a knot in it, a signal of distress. Poor girl, my mother, in a way. The closest thing I ever had to one, so it does pain me to see her this way.
Kaiser spoke up, "Why us? We are very insignificant- pardon me—but to be assigned a mission at the Kaldemorte Lab? It's… abnormal to say the least."
True, so abnormal that it caught my eye, this wasn't something we should do, and in the first place why were we going?
"You're right Kaiser, but this mission is not going to be anything big, it is definitely something we can handle." Anderson spoke up, but Kaiser's question was meant for Lilia. Anderson and Lilia both had a deep understanding of the situation, and we did not.
No, I believe neither of them understand the situation. Lilia would not blindly let us go into something dangerous or scary, but this definitely was out of the ordinary. Perhaps Lilia was being manipulated… that would be troublesome, considering her strong will and personality. Then again, her past remains a mystery, I just know it's tragic.
"I'm excited." I spoke up. Was I really? No, not really. Though I was curious. This service, I had a responsibility. Of course, I am responsible, very responsible. This would be my first actual task, in a way.
Do you know what responsibility is? For me, it is something I take upon myself in life. I take it upon myself very often. The moment I consider a someone is a connection to me, I take upon a responsibility. One to care for them, to nurture and protect. I wonder, does anyone need such treatment from me? Perhaps they would be better off. Perhaps I would be better off. But it doesn't matter when only one thing will remain in the end—a fate even I cannot overcome.
"________. Come on, stop day dreaming."
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I checked the time, 7pm. I was day dreaming again, once more. Drowsiness encumbered my thoughts.
I stood up and followed Raiian, the one who woke me and we got to our taxi. Taller than me at 186cm, dark blue eyes, dark hair, fair skin and a strong lean build. A friend. My friend.
I keep assigning things connected to me these titles. I'm exclaiming to the world, to them, "I walk this path of danger." I exclaimed it with no pitch nor sound, and yet I hear it. Because when I take a step it hurts, when I follow Raiian I'm heavy. When I worry I stress.
This burden I carry a testament to my ears. It's clear and melodious, it's real. Something that you could never be.
I looked at the eyes of the observer, into them. Their non-existence a constant force.
My first impression is that you are evil.