Hive

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The feeling of preserved melancholy rippled in the wind, and swept through the canopy of leaves above me. My mind floated around me, moving across the community garden and tangling itself in the vines of the sugar snap peas. I concentrated on the weeds in front of me, and it moved to the carrots instead. A muted hum filled my head and my mind floated back to me. I needed to go, but I would be back.

The sidewalk was as cracked as the stone bricks that lined the garden, and the netted fence wouldn't stop anyone who wanted in. As the hum continued to grow louder, I moved through the gate and trudged home. It could wait the two minute walk, and I could enjoy it. Tiny flowers grew from the cracks, and I was careful not to step on any of them.

Paint peeled from the steps up to my door, and the wood creaked beneath my feet. A blue-gray cat jumped down from the roof, landing silently, then looking up at me expectantly. I hadn't fed him yet today, hopefully he was the cause for the humming in my head.

Walking inside proved that to be untrue, as I fed him and it didn't stop. My mind moved around, perching itself on the curtain rod. I called it back to me, and focused on the humming.

"Maro June 28th Erik Maro June 28th Erik Maro"

Erik Maro probably had a disagreement with my father.

My father had built me to be his own killing machine. His creation turned out to be a cyborg-like being with little desire to kill. He raised me as his assassin anyways, and I'm not proud of how little I resisted. As soon as he could, he sent me after all of his many enemies the people who didn't approve of his "little" experiments. It's unclear who is the good guy here, but I wouldn't have a say anyways. Killing Erik Maro probably meant that I would have to move again, which is a shame. I like this place.

The humming started up again, this time presenting more information.

"Gardens 7:27 Glendale Gardens 7:27 Glendale Gardens 7:27"

I guess I know what I'm doing on June 28th.