Staining Fates

A Foreigner

Leaping through the small logs of the little trails I could see, the boscage was mercilessly thick, overshadowing the torch I held.

I looked back and there were none of the beasts that chased me.

I stopped momentarily, panting, I took two iron pipes; damn it! Those two were the only ones left!

But nonetheless; "Gladio!", the two Iron pipes disassembled, and began to weave the weapon using my right hand.

A wolf sprang from the bush and pounced against me; dropping the Iron that I'm weaving.

Losing balance, I fell, as the beast pressed against my body, trying to push it away by the neck using the torch, as my hands were near to the fire, a burning sensation.

Its violent muzzle, wanting to chew on my face as it bites and bites like a rabid dog, when its food was suddenly taken away.

The branch is about to snap with the violent force of the wolf, hearing the fibers collapsing within the wooden material.

Its muzzle is nearing my face, my arms were shaking with the force I exert, but I heard a loud roar. A tiger.

The sabretooth lunges at the wolf on top of me, wanting the prey all for himself.

I got up as the other wolves arrived but immediately went against the sabretooth. Looking at the Iron pipe I tried to weave, it's all gone for it will take some time to repair that.

My heart was beating rapidly and I'm sweating, seeing those beasts chew up on each other, the wolves, easily overpowering the sabretooth.

Using my torch, I ignited the plants around me.

As soon as I turned around to go back to the camp fire, a wolf sprang up again and lunged at my throat defenseless. I felt its teeth, piercing in my neck as I fell once again.

Everything stopped and was slowly effaced.

The computer AI then stated; "Simulation, failed. You're record; Zero-"

"Eleven." I said in unison with the AI, frustrated as I continue to lie down on the cold floor.

I took a sigh as I looked up to the ceiling that allows me to see myself, bearing a scar from my right brow and left cheek, I felt like I haven't learned anything from these wounds.

Damn it! Is this really all I have?! If someone was observing me he'll be laughing at my record! Such a shame...

What am I trying to prove here anyway? I keep on doing simulations yet I don't find myself improve on it. I'm deeply frustrated. I couldn't even protect her and yet I left her.

The simulation is nothing but an escape from my anger and nothing more. Closing my eyes while I lay still on the ground, perhaps a nap would relieve me somehow.

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Satisfied with his cheeseburger for lunch, he walks along the corridor filled with lockers at the sides and people being dismissed from their classrooms.

These people, however isn't like us, Animists. They're the ordinary ones, the helpless ones that curses our existence even though we're the ones that heed their call whenever necessary.

"Dominique!!" A lady calling out to him from a distant. "Dominique!" There was it again.

Troubled, he looked for it among the faces of the small crowd but it was futile. He was astonished as someone patted on his shoulders.