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Cyborg - 7 - An Adventure of my Own
The hardest things to grasp are my capabilities in here. I almost immediately get to STAR Labs; to my surprise, it seems Ron isn't here. But by the looks of it, not many living people are here.
I jog up the steps, disregarding the card reader and climbing in through the broken window. Orr is on the floor, bloodied, but miraculously dragging himself across the room.
Orr: "Vic-tor."
I get closer to Orr as he mutters out his last words.
Orr: "You-need to kill-- him."
Orr slides a gun towards me; I pick it up with both hands as Orr slumps down slowly.
I throw the gun across the room, that's not me. I hope it will never be me.
I find the stairs and quickly ascend the metal steps. The gem was most commonly in Dad's office space, wouldn't hurt to check the most obvious place first.
I enter the large laboratories, no life, broken machines, chaotic bouts of smoke erupting from piles of scrapped metal.
Blood covers the wall on the way to dad's lab. I need to remind myself that this isn't real, but it looks like people actually suffered. This was my entire fault from the beginning, wasn't it?
I slow down my pace and contemplate. I could've prevented all of this. Maybe Ron living would be better.
I snap out of my pessimistic thoughts and keep my head high, at worst, a lot of things. But with the best case scenario there lays a new chance.
I find myself at dad's desk. I lower my head in defeat, as it's barren. I rub my eyes with my hands.
I remove my hands from my face to notice a sticky note.
I'll keep trying everything until he comes back, I couldn't live with myself just giving up. -S
S? Silas? Dad?
I rip the note off the desk and put it in my pocket. The gem could be anywhere.
I look back towards the windows; a red gem shines in the moonlight as I flash a smile.
I run over, pick up the gem and kiss it.
Victor: "THANK YOU!"
I just need to figure out what I'm supposed to do with this now.
Damn.
My heart skips a beat as a metal footstep echoes throughout the room.
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Apologies for a short issue.
Cyborg - 7 - An Adventure of my Own
The hardest things to grasp are my capabilities in here. I almost immediately get to STAR Labs; to my surprise, it seems Ron isn't here. But by the looks of it, not many living people are here.
I jog up the steps, disregarding the card reader and climbing in through the broken window. Orr is on the floor, bloodied, but miraculously dragging himself across the room.
Orr: "Vic-tor."
I get closer to Orr as he mutters out his last words.
Orr: "You-need to kill-- him."
Orr slides a gun towards me; I pick it up with both hands as Orr slumps down slowly.
I throw the gun across the room, that's not me. I hope it will never be me.
I find the stairs and quickly ascend the metal steps. The gem was most commonly in Dad's office space, wouldn't hurt to check the most obvious place first.
I enter the large laboratories, no life, broken machines, chaotic bouts of smoke erupting from piles of scrapped metal.
Blood covers the wall on the way to dad's lab. I need to remind myself that this isn't real, but it looks like people actually suffered. This was my entire fault from the beginning, wasn't it?
I slow down my pace and contemplate. I could've prevented all of this. Maybe Ron living would be better.
I snap out of my pessimistic thoughts and keep my head high, at worst, a lot of things. But with the best case scenario there lays a new chance.
I find myself at dad's desk. I lower my head in defeat, as it's barren. I rub my eyes with my hands.
I remove my hands from my face to notice a sticky note.
I'll keep trying everything until he comes back, I couldn't live with myself just giving up. -S
S? Silas? Dad?
I rip the note off the desk and put it in my pocket. The gem could be anywhere.
I look back towards the windows; a red gem shines in the moonlight as I flash a smile.
I run over, pick up the gem and kiss it.
Victor: "THANK YOU!"
I just need to figure out what I'm supposed to do with this now.
Damn.
My heart skips a beat as a metal footstep echoes throughout the room.
--
Apologies for a short issue.