In Memoriam - An Unus Annus Fanfiction

16.12 - 12/16 - We had to drink each other's Pee

A dead world. It had been a while since he had seen those. White snow was silently falling out of the grey sky. It covered the sand, painting the world in a monotone white with every new flake.
He looked up. The snow reminded him of something. The mental image of a lone log cabin in the middle of a large forest flashed before his inner eye. He tried to grasp it, but it was already gone.

He sat down next do the woman, his back leaned against the cold stone wall. The first snow that had fallen melted on her, but now, it was slowly covering her too.
He could feel that she was still here. At least her consciousness was. Her body was dead, and her mind had been destroyed. But she was aware of that. Unable to move. To speak. To feel. To think. Locked up forever in dead body, and a dead mind. In a sense, she was like a mirrored microverse to the world around them.

It had been a little over a day that he had been alone. Yet, his mind felt clearer than before. During his time with Blank, all he could think of was destroying Unus and Annus. It was as if he had been in a tunnel, only headed for this one goal.
Blank. What kind of being was he? Dark had never seen, or felt something like this before. Did it really manage to manipulate him?

He retraced his thoughts. Every movement and decision he made when he woke up inside the machine. He wanted to destroy Mark, and by extent Annus, even before he met up with Blank, he knew that much.

But that Unus guy? He had no interest in him. Yes, perhaps he was the alter ego of one of Marks closest friends. But as far as he knew, Ethan wasn't even aware of his existence.

He sat next to the woman until the faint light at the horizon was gone. He walked downstairs, checking every room of the lighthouse. Most things had been destroyed or broken during Blanks attack.
He found what he was looking for in a room at the first floor. Judging by the interior design, it had been the room of the woman. The desk was filled with flasks and vials, most of them containing crystal clear water.
Bundles of herbs were neatly stacked away in a cabinet. The thing he hoped to find hung on the wall next to it.

It was a circular mirror. His reflection stared back at him, surrounded by a red and blue glimmer. He reached for it, concentrating on the inner workings of the machine.
There were five people, himself included. Unus and Annus in a safe room at the center, another person in a safe room at the edge of it.
Blank seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Concentrating harder, he began to search around for her.
Deep in the catacombs, close to the first safe room Unus and Annus had found, a zombielike woman raised her head. Something tugged at the far reaches of what was left of her mind. She didn't want to answer it, but it didn't leave her any choice. With a groan, she staggered around her room, collecting all sorts of things.
She put the things she'd need down on the table, and dropped the rest on the floor.

While Dark was preparing his escape, Unus and Annus flung through the space that separated the machine's locations. Images of Mark and Ethan flashed before Annus's eyes. He saw a destroyed van. Both of them laughing. Mark drinking something he'd rather not question. Why are they naked?

The flood of images went as far as they came. He waited for a few his head to stop spinning before he got up.
Once again, they found themselves in a dimly lit room.