Click, click.
I watch the gears turn with an impassive stare, skeptic eyes running up and down the giant machine to touch upon every jagged and puckered edge that was cut into by a sharp object.
They call this machine Mortuary, a breathless monster that controls every aspect of this world, the titters in the night to the warp of your shadow, the cutting of one's life to the blindness of your eyes.
It decides everything. It controls everything. It is everything.
Mortuary is alive.
Yet it needs a seer, a person who overlooks it, to bring it's reign down by chains and limit it's power so it couldn't do what it wanted, but instead, it could only do what was right.
Moments before death, people are supposed to glimpse a final share of the machine, but what they don't ever notice is the shadow bathed in a white outline, almost transparent, behind the massive Mortuary.
There's an x painted across my breast, just over my heart. It is to signify that I will never be free from being the Power-Watcher.
Power-Watcher. That is all that I am called. I have no name. I have no gender. I have one purpose: to watch the machine called Mortuary.
I switch bodies, simple as shifting from one clothing set with another. It is to prevent my body from withering and dying.
A wicked grin splits across my lips, a vile dance thrumming in the bottom of my shoes.
Mortuary was not able to be controlled by just mere humans, who's fingers would dissolve upon even coming close to the hideous machine.
But the Power-Watcher could.
"Mortuary," I begin, my voice a smooth one, temperance lurking at every corner, the act coming off as mediocre respect.
It growls in reply, a vibrating noise traversing through it's form.
My voice does not waver.
"How would you like to become even more of a god then you already are?"
Alongside me, who shall be the mastermind?
Who said that the good people couldn't become corrupt?
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Hidden Meanings
De TodoContains: One-shots, shippings, rough drafts, notes, and former writings. NOTICE: At some point in the middle, I had this thing where I switched between present and past, had no space after a period, or a quotation mark. Please excuse it, I shall ed...
