It was in the silence, in the darkness when she had opened her eyes. The ceiling above her clouded by the tears streaking down her cheeks. Like always the nightmares ruined her sleep, it ripped her away from rest. As her tears fell slowly she reached out to her side. The space of the bed next to her was empty.
It was recognizing that emptiness that her tears flowed even more, her hand gripping the sheets.
She forgot.
They no longer slept in the same room.
"Jack..."
Her body slowly moved. The moonlight shining through the window revealing her pale skin riddled with scars. Her arms, legs, the soles of her feet, no area was free of markings. Had her torso not been covered by the black t-shirt clinging tight, her chest, stomach and ribs would have joined the list. Legs swinging over the side of the bed causing her to shudder as her feet came into contact with the floor.
Putting the weight into her feet she left the uncomfortable bed. Shuffling uneasily towards the door and once she reached it, Yorha slowly opened it to see the connecting hallway. Usually the hallway was illuminated with bright lights causing the walls to shine with a sterile white. However, during the night those lights dimmed turning white into gray. Closing the door behind her she turned to her left walking down slowly.
It had been almost a year since she and Jack had been here at this facility. From one battle field to the next she and Jack had roamed. Inducted into the QRK unit at 9 years old. Trained for five. Fought for two.
The time their hands had been free of holding a weapon? Two years.
Spent two years in a rehabilitation center.
Soon after joined the Paradise Lost Army.
Hard to believe they survived until adulthood.
Yorha's walk slowed once again before she stopped entirely. Her hand was flat and angled towards her forehead. Despite the late hour members of the army still roamed the halls. A commanding officer deserved her salute and she received one in return. There was no exchange of words. The soldier that walked passed her knew she and Jack were special cases within the army and not just for their lack of a quirk. Relaxing once more she strode further down the hall. Until she stopped at a door.
The nameplate reading 'Jack'.
A small shallow breath came from Yorha's mouth and with her right hand she reached for the doorknob. With a small twist the door handle began to turn and it didn't take much effort to push the door open. When she did she could see him.
Jack.
His back to the door, unmoving, head down, hair squeezed between the gaps of his tightly gripped fists. It was only by the moonlight could she make out more detail in his body. While her skin was undoubtably covered in deep discolored gouges of skin, Jack's entire body were those marks. Nearly all of his skin was marked in some way.
Even know the sight cause her teeth to bite down onto her lower lip and her eyes to narrow. Her grip on the doorknob growing tighter before she calmed.
"Jack..."
Her voice carried like a whisper as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her gently.
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Born of Blood
ActionA man from another world. A dark, distant future. Crafted into a war machine with no higher purpose other than to shed blood. Though that was not how he started. At one time he was but a child, a child which unlike many others was not only part of a...
