Oblivion

Part 2

  Act 1 (Scene-2)

Beginnings (2)

"You hide behind your facade, hoping it will bring you solace from the pain. I assure you, there will be no more hiding from me. Now be a good victim and scream."

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"I fuckin hate the heat," Adam muttered as he staggered through the Hot-lands.

To say that his statement was an understatement, would be an understatement of itself; He had always hated the heat, but shuffling under the combined might of two suns bumped him up to a whole new level of loathing. He snorted. Here he was complaining, even though he was the one wearing inappropriate clothing for someone who experienced Californian summers. Though he had nothing on Leo.

He did have a reason for wearing less revealing clothing though. Ever since he was born, he had skin really sensitive to the sun; His older sister used to bathe him in layers of sunscreen, way more than necessary, every single time before he went outside. He had tried sneaking out more than a couple times, but she somehow caught him every single time. Eventually, he just started wearing thicker clothing, because small victories still mattered, damn it.

He really wished that he had sunscreen now. Wasn't that ironic?

"Wait, is that ironic?" He muttered to himself. He shrugged-or tried to, since the sun was sapping so much of his strength all he could manage was a twitch of the shoulders. He couldn't really think straight with the heat and all. And he really wanted to take off his sweat-soaked clothes, but doing so would guarantee that all the skin on his body would peel off. And Adam was pretty sure that his feet were now covered in sores. He pushed up his shades, which were sliding off his face due to the sweat.

Turns out walking on metal for miles is bad for your feet. He sighed. "I knew we shouldn't have played this stupid game. Why the hell was I dropped into a metal dessert?"

Yeah, the floor was metal. Hot metal.

There was literally nothing here, as far as he could see. No plants, no cities, nothing. Just stupid dull metal. The sky was a dark rusty red, with low hanging gray clouds rumbling ominously as he passed under them.

It was an accurate reflection of his mood.

"Really compelling gameplay." He said sarcastically. For someone who knew that they were transported into a game, you'd think that he would show more emotion. However, he was simply too tired. Traveling for the better part of the day in a desert would do that to you. No, he was more worried about searching for civilization.

He was currently not doing so well.

In fact, he was pretty sure that if he didn't get some water soon-

"Shut up brain." He croaked, and he decided not to talk anymore. 'There's nothing to worry about, I'm going to find civilization, so don't you-' He licked his dry lips. 'Don't you worry about it, myself.'

He gave a raspy chuckle, finding it amusing that he was now talking to himself for no reason.

He was so fucking dead.

"No, your not Adam," He chided himself, immediately discarding his earlier advice. "That's quitter talk. Quitter talk is for losers. You're a winner, you've always won, except the times you've lost-but ignore those."

Then he heard the sound of metal creaking and groaning under him.

'The hell is that?!' He thought to himself as the ground beneath his feet violently exploded outwards. The split second warning gave him enough time to backwards somersault in the air, causing him to narrowly avoid the jaws of a giant creature ripping through the metal surface and the resulting shrapnel flying every which way.