And we're on our own [Python]
Aug 15, 2015 16:07:31 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Aug 15, 2015 16:07:31 GMT -5
S H A D O W(We're everyday robots in control
Or in the process of being sold
Driving in adjacent cars
'Til you press restart)
Today is a sharp contrast from that day. The world is an oven, slowly cooking my flesh in my clothes and all I can do is sit here and let it happen. The sun gives me it's baking glare as I sit on the park bench doing absolutely nothing but search. There's no respite from this heat, not even a soft cooling breeze to give me a break from the pounding heat. It was cold that day, the exact opposite of today. The trees are still as statues but I know that they're full of life, the grass is lush green - another thing that's full of life but surprisingly still. And that day the trees were thin and their leaves had long fallen and been swept away by the wind, the grass looked as dead as a doornail.
It's felt like years but in reality it's been months since I found her wandering alone in the park, looking for her nurse.
And I still remember is clear as day, every detail, the weather, where it was, what I was doing, wearing thinking, every last detail stored up and remembered. It's unusual, strange, unprecedented that I can visualise the moment this vividly. I've never been able to picture, pick apart and remember a moment so clearly ever bar one kind of moment, the moment I ruin lives, break them, leave them with nothing but shards of themselves. Those are the moments worth remembering, those are the memorable moments. And I've never considered myself to be great and remembering arbitrary events such as meeting someone.
So why is this so clear to me?
I'm resting my chin on my fist, wondering how and why the day is so clear to me. I've planted myself on the park bench, yes it's the same park where I met Cora Scarrow. Truth be told, I've visited this park everyday was it to see if she returned or was it for some other reason? Honestly, I don't know the answer to that question myself but I constantly found the park drawing me towards it, enticing me to stop whatever I had planned and make my way to it, to the very spot where I spotted her when I was searching for new puppets. This bench means nothing, so why am I constantly drawn to it?
I'm being ridiculous, I've always been curious over everything: curious to see where my limits are, who I can break, how I can break them, what I can make them do for me, what I can make my sister do for me, the list goes on and on. But this curiosity is irrational, bordering stupid. A mental patient who obviously has something wrong with her that she needs a nurse every time she goes outside is not worthy of my curiosity, I shouldn't even have to bother looking for her. What if she's much too easy to break? Wouldn't that be boring?
But what if she isn't?
What if this is an untapped challenge, what if whoever made me also made her just to see what I was capable of, what if she's my calling, to test my limits, to finally break what I thought was 'too far' and go even further beyond. What if I was meant to find her and I've been wasting my time all these months waiting for her to come for me? A snake doesn't wait for it's food to come for him, it goes out and searches for it. And if it runs away? It pursues it, it doesn't laze around. Oh Shadow you fool, that's what you say about every victim you find and they all turn out to be the same, easily broken.
But I swear this one is different. I know this one is different. I've never remembered a non-breaking point moment this vivid, this clear as if it was ingrained in my brain. I have to pursue and I know I'll curse myself if I let this chance slip from my sweaty fingers because I sat here and waited for a moment that would never come.
So with a renewed purpose I sling myself up from the bench and begin my journey.
She told me she was in a mental institution, but there are lots of them around the District.
Which one did she tell me? It definitely was not far away, why would she travel halfway across the District just to visit one park? No, she told me one and I know it's nearby.
I start with the closest one.
It's a fifteen minute walk because I'm taking my time, taking step by step as it comes along and remembering each of my steps, my techniques. I need to get inside the mind, no matter how strong someone's defences are there is always a blind spot, a weak point in there and I always find it, no mind is inaccessible to me. Call it one of my many talents. And there was a sense of trust when I met her in the park and I led her to her nurse, after all she had trusted me to lead her to the right way and I had even managed to get a decent, civilised conversation in. Hopefully she still remembered him; if not then I've lost my chance forever, and I'll have to find someone new - I'll have to find someone second best. And I hate second best.
I make it to the institute eventually, finding the cage holding my next challenge, my next piece of fun. I put on my confident smile and stride in the doors.
Already the place has a bunch of nurses and doctors wading around and going about their business.
I find an old, worn out desk with a nurse sitting behind it; already I can feel the disorganisation. "Excuse me, am I allowed to visit a patient?" I ask, trying to sound as genuine and patient as possible. If there's one thing I'm great at it's masking my intentions.
The nurse looks at me up and down before answering. "Well, lucky for you it's visiting day; who would you like to visit young man?" She asks.
"Cora Scarrow."Narrative
"Speech"
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