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The word “Leave” held a lot of meaning. It was a verb telling someone to not be around anymore. Whenever you see it, you would know to not stay. Get out essentially, Medkit had this word told to him many times. Whether he wanted to or not.
It wasn’t a surprise anymore since he heard “Please leave,” from the higher ups and Blackrock. He knew his time was coming, after what he had done to “Blackrock’s greatest scientist” yeah he was fried. The thing with the eye ripping and chemical spilling is pretty awful.
So when he got called up, it wasn’t a surprise. While walking, the clean sterile hallways showed his face, one with apathy. The conversation was easy compared to what he thought. They just really told him to just pack his stuff and get out, but with a more polite tone of course. It wasn’t a bad punishment but ,where will he go? Whatever will he do? His expression didn’t change though, only a slight frown appeared hearing the news.
Others looked at him with fear, or whatever it looked like. Ignoring the looks, Medkit walked silently on the cold hard tiles. The air was cold walking out of the science head quarters, luckily the tunnels connecting all of Blackrock protected the reject from the cold.
After a few minutes he arrived at this apartment, there was an eviction notice. He just sighed and grabbed his belongings; Packing them into a black suitcase. He grabbed his only coat and headed out into the frostbitten cold.
The bus stop was the next destination, buying a ticket to get out or once again “leave”. Buses in Blackrock can go out of the faction, so he just looked at the ticketing office and picked a random stop.
His seat was a window seat, perfect for seeing his life go farther and farther away. The frost on the window melted the like his hope. A few hours passed, and Medkit ended up in “Crossroads” looking up at the sky he saw the sun. It was only a thing that he read about in textbooks. He didn’t know anything outside of the sanitized facade of the world he grew up in.
The sky, the sand, and many other things were like different worlds written into tests and homework. Seasons like Darklume covered everything with a blanket of darkness, even the brighter seasons like Highlume have a sense of solidarity. But this new place “Crossroads” had a sun that felt warm, imphernals talked without fear of whatever their regime was.
Kids ran with flip flops and shorts, while Medkit remembers his childhood just to studying and punishment. No one looked scared, he could only see contentness. This was weird, very weird.
With this new found world, he was scared. Being gripped by the throat his entire life, then being let free was like a dying fish being put into water. The shock felt surprisedly good.
But the realization slowly let itself in, quietly at first. He was alone, nothing to support him nothing at all.
Nothing At All
He just had this bench and a suitcase with barely anything. He had freedom but what else, what else did he have? A future less bright than most people’s lightbulbs. He should probably pray to all 7 swords right now.