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That's actually so sad, your content is amazing and inspiring
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I looked over at him. "Still want to go visit the mountains together?"
"Yeah," he whispered.
Part 2
I look down at the tattoo on my wrist and his shoulder. That deep, horrible black NL8. The insignia of the labs that made us into this. I remember the day we met in one of those cages. I had been seven. He was nine, just as wide-eyed and scared as I was. His name tag read, "Robert. Subject230, telekinetic."
Mine was "Elaine. Subject346, mind control. " We weren't given last names. We weren't worthy of that honor. I remember that window in our cell, that filthy, barricaded thing. But it was my glimpse into a new world. The stars above the Alps.
The only difference between us is that I obey my government. I obey NL8. He doesn't. He left. Went vigilante. Killed the director.
"They sure f*cked us up, didn't they," I mutter.
"Yeah. The whole world did, El."
I shake my head. "You shouldn't have killed the director. But I wish I'd been there to see it."
Wow, 965 likes! I've read the other people's part 2s, and they are so good, but I had this idea for the lore of this story I couldn't resist!
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The static filled the silence along with the constant tapping of my fingers against my gear. He was still in there somewhere, fighting, screaming for me. He still had that gap in his teeth, those stars that dusted his skin, the shine in his eyes from when we were younger. But this time, it was no longer from the joy of seeing my face. Those breathless laughs were no longer a cause of my endless jokes. Pain brought a glitter to his eyes, and suffering brought that smile to his lips. It was me, my fault. Yet again, I drove him further than he could go. I pushed him to the point that he had no choice but to strain himself into success. Me, I caused his suffering, and now the world has to pay.
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I stared at him. My eyes filled with tears as I struggled to breathe. He stood there as his long black hair covered his eyes, blood running down his arms, a jagged piece of glass gripped tightly in his fist. The glass had carved into his skin and caused droplets of blood to drip from his knuckle. He looked up, most would only see mvrderous, viscous eyes, though all i saw was the same young bright amber ed eyed boy who stuck by my side ever since i could remember. The boy who rode bikes with me home and helped me up when i fell. “ W-What happened..” I stuttered, my voice failing as i stared at him. “ We were like brothers… Maybe something even more-..?” I managed to utter, my tone soft and desperate as i stared up. Desperate clouded his eyes as i continued, “ Where is the kid that would ride bikes home with me from school…. Where is the kid who would split an ice pop with me every summer afternoon…? What happened Edward-?..” He stared up, the mvrderous glare returned as he replied “ You.”
“ ( srry for the run on sentences my grammar is horrible)
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“You look like yourself… but you’re somebody else. when did you become so inhumane?”
He shrugs, looking at the blade in his hands
What happened to the boy I once knew and loved?
Is he still in there?
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It was a moment of silence as we stand, frozen, staring at each other. Those ocean eyes were all too familiar to me, not because I saw them in the villain but because I saw my best friend. “What happened?” I whisper. His cold expression faltered for a moment, revealing longing and sadness.
“The world.”
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it’s giving jinx and vi and i love it
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His eyes grew misty as he saw the name cross the screen. The little girl's face hadn't been pictured, but he knew she lived in that area. He knew that he hadn't been able to see her for a few days, fitting into the timespan of all the murders. All the times she had looked up at him with the brightest eyes, bringing him a new rock or a flower that she'd found, saying that he'd always be a hero in her eyes...
How could he call himself a hero when he couldn't save her?
He hadn't been able to save any of them. He'd missed every move, every detail... He'd missed all the clues and now he could no longer hold her hand. He wouldn't be able to keep any of the promises that he made her because he failed the most important one.
He hadn't kept her safe.
He could hear her voice now, how she always told him how hard it was to save every person but what was the purpose of being a hero if he couldn't save the ones closest to his heart? How could he carry such a title proudly when he'd let so many down? When he'd let her down?
He never expected to save the world. That wasn't a one-man job. It never would be.
But what about the town he lived in and looked over? Had those people been calling for him in their darkest time? With their last breaths?
He had a choice to make now although his head was much too foggy with the revelation and all the unanswered questions.
Would he give it all up, or would he trudge on? In choosing the latter, the question then became: Would he still be a hero, or would he succumb to the weight on his shoulders and in his heart, seeking the demise of that proud villainous smirk splayed across his screen?
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"No, I'm not crying, *sniff*, my eyes are cosplaying as waterfalls! Why do u ask?"
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ITS GIVING SATOSUGU WTFFFT IM SOBBING
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her breath hitched as she stared in horror at the d3ad bodies - but it wasn’t the bodies that made her choke. those amber eyes. why did they seem so familiar, the eyes that her best friend had?.. oh.
his hair had faded from black to brown, his body (not in a creepy way) had changed, yet his eyes stayed as it was. is this a dream? i’ve longed to see him again, but i’d never imagine that it would be like this.
“what happened?…” i struggled to get the words out.
he hesitated, then shrugged. “no one helped me when i was suffering. now they suffer.”
ignoring this, i ploughed on.
“is the little you still in there? the one who loved nature? the one who.. i planned my future with? please, anything? we can still make that happen.’ desperation filled her voice, with a hint of regret of not being able to save him in time.
even after everything, the murd3r3d innocents, the devastation he caused… it was still my best friend. it always will be. no matter all good or bad deeds, i just know the best friend i know is still in there.
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somebody give me a tissue
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Not a massive HP follower anymore but the first thing that came to mind for me was Dumbledore and Grindelwald haha
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HAWKS AND DABI PAST? HELLO??
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START OF ENDGAME TONY, I REPEAT, START OF ENDGAME TONY
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It’s giving “what happened….?”
“Nothing that wasn’t my fault..”
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Theyre actually so beautiful help-
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It’s giving Shatter Me and I’m obsessed
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It’s giving Dumbledore and Grindelwald
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@LemonCheese-b3p
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Its giving "You've changed, what happened?" Or "Where'd the time go, wheres the innocent young kid i once knew?"
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