Not The End

VII

Why wasn't I angry?

His brown orbs were staring directly at
me..so why?

Then I realized: his eyes are on me but she did not see me.

He was blind.

He approached me, his arms outstretched following the sounds of my cries.

He touched my hand with his own tiny fingers, so small and fragile, and asked: "mom?"

Then I felt something I had never felt before, not even when I was human.

Tenderness,care, a desire to protect this innocent being.

It was the first I had ever felt warm, ever felt anything but sadness, anger or fear.

Overcome with softness I wrapped my arms around the child and hugged him close.

" I may not be your mom but I promise,that we'll be friends and never leave your side" I whispered into his ears

He returned the hug, and the room went quite as the sobs quieted down.

From that day on, I just knew we'll never leave eachothers sight, always having eachother's back.

He didn't know what I looked like and had not the slightest clue that I am a killing machine which can break his neck with my pinky.

To him, I was safety. For once I wasn't the villian, the killer in someone's story, and this is something I could get used to.

For the first time in my god awful life, I felt like a human instead of a monster.

At the corner of my eyes I caught a glips of brown. Turns out it was a ragged, worn teddy bear burried under some ruble.

Sensing my grip loosening, Moonbin's big doe eyes flickered in the direction of the distraction.

A post apocalyptic world sure isn't an ideal environment for growing up in. Where each heartbeat is a blessing from the gods.

With survival constantly on his and his mom's mind this poor child probably hasn't owned anything close to a toy.

Without much effort I managed to free the bear from the ruble and handed it to him

He clutched it to his chest and thanked me and for once my tears of joy.

In this cursed world, we had found happiness in one another.

I knew I would protect him, my prized possession, at any cost.