Corrupted [A Cider, Chronos, and Zephyr, Fanfiction][Discontinued]

Chapter 3 - Graveyard Kitten

Okay, NOW interesting things will happen!

~~~~~Time Skip to Just After Zephyr can Walk + Zephyr's P.O.V.~~~~~

I turned to Shara, curious. "Shar?"

"Yes?" She asked.

"What hapened to Xephyr?" I asked. She froze and stayed silent.

"Cider. Chronos. Zephyr. I have to tell you all something," She said. My brothers appeared.

"What is it?" Chronos asked.

"It's time I tell you what hapened to Xephyr. Xephyr was the third VOC I made," Shara began.

"He's here," Cider motioned to me. "...right...?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"L-let me finish... Xephyr's file got corrupted, so I had no choice but to overwrite it. B-but the system kept crashing, causing Xephyr terrible pain. Eventually, I-I had to delete the file."

Silence.

"Y-you..." My voice died out.

Shara glanced away. "I had no choice!! It was ether that or the corruption would take him over, then spread to you!" She looked at me. "I'm so sorry!" Tears fell. I embraced her in a hug, feeling myself start to cry as well. Cider and Chronos were in shock. I let go. "I'm so sorry..."

"So...you're...not...him..." Cider sighed and looked away. I looked down. I felt Chronos hug me tightly.

"I-I n-need to...I-I need to be alone for a bit..." I walked into an empty room. I needed to think.

I never knew that I-I was...I'm just a bit of overwriten code. I was never meant to live. I turned off the lights and laid down on my back. I stared at the ceiling and started to sing a tune I had never heard before.

"Do I sense a smile?
Well it'd faint a light-heart,
Leave it up to instinct,
All the calls that you make.
I was once a stranger,
Troubled by my burdens,
Unsure where my steps were, and then leapt too short."

Why is it so dark?
Where are you?
I'm scared...
Is this what it's like to be   e r a s e d ?
Am I dead?

"There's no need to rest, wake up it's time to play with friends,
                      And though the there's shadows up ahead,
                                          You can't be bothered by the dead.
                                                                So you run."

I want to...
B u t   I   c a n ' t.

"Sick of the games I play?
Does it take you under?
Chased up and down the grove.
You've fallen short and I am ahead. ...
If you're not feeling fine,
Go ahead and rewind.
Maybe our paths will cross,
I doubt they will cause you're still alive."

I want to live.
I don't want to be erased.

"Sick of the games I play?
Does it take you under?
Chased up and down the grove.
You've fallen short and I am ahead.
If you're not feeling fine,
go ahead and rewind.
Maybe our paths will cross,
I doubt they will though."

But maybe I can free myself...

"There's no need to rest, wake up it's time to play with friends,
                      And though the there's shadows up ahead, 
                                          You can't be bothered by the dead.
                                                                 So you run."