Credits: deadqueerboys
M/n-male name
M/n remembers the first time he saw Enoch doing something weird, they weren't 'wow peculiar!' but, they were... something.
It was in his backyard, Enoch gathered some empty bodies that he found who knows where, the two bodies still with mass and muscle got up and started doing a strange action that he had whispered in his ear.
"Is it like voodoo?" M/n asked innocently and a smile appeared in his eyes.
"Almost, they're puppets, do you understand the difference? These do what I want, without going through serious consequences, they're not alive, they don't have a soul they love... it's useful" he sat next to the smaller one watching the lifeless bodies striving to destroy themselves without registered weapons, it would be pure blood.
"You look like a sociopath that way." His sigh was loud, aware of the headache that would clear it.
"I'm not, or maybe I would like if I were, I could have more freedom and how can I bring these bastards back to life, maybe if you took my hand and then touched me, preserving my heart, I would come back to life. It would be amazing to be able to have more than a few miserable years to live, can you imagine living forever?"
"Can you imagine going through all the wars and still seeing that society hasn't progressed? Wake up, it would be sad."
"You're so pessimistic.. I like that" smiled Enoch.
