Out of Time

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There you have it. My life up until the present day. It is quite odd, come to think of it. I know exactly what I did during my outburst. I had killed over a dozen soldiers on a rampage. I didn't regret it in the slightest. But I digress. I have stayed in this padded white room with no doors or windows. I knew full well there was a door, but it fit in so well with the walls I couldn't distinguish it from the walls due to my blindness. I detested being blind. Not like I cared anymore.

     I've found I have three major moods, which I switch between regularly. It was odd how when I spoke to someone, I was shy. When it came to decisive action, I was apathetic, which was also a gateway to the third emotion. When it came to being threatened, it was consumed by rage. That was what my outburst was. I have, however, become less 'in tune' with my feelings. I didn't so much feel as observe. Observe with my ears, that is.

     I have not been visited by anyone. No one, not even Ozpin, has dared to even speak to me across bulletproof glass over a phone. They were worried I would do something inexplicable. Then again, I was full of surprises, wasn't I? I, as a child, had been blinded by a Grimm before violently killing it. While blind, and with no combat experience, I killed a dozen soldiers. It was lonely, but I soon forgot about it. Nowadays, I simply 'look' at my countdown through my mind. I didn't have long left...

                                                                                                     18000

     That was five hours. I had five hours left. I wasn't quite sure what to do.

I decided that I quite liked Yang and the others after I passed 7884009 seconds. I thought it useless to fret over their behaviour. I thought I might as well be benevolent. I thought I should end on a high note. However... they never came, so I ended up with a sense of resentment towards them, and people in general. I had given up on other people a long time ago, even before I lost my eyes, but I remained certain that people weren't inherently bad, and weren't inherently good either. I thought they were just creatures trying to survive.

I then heard a loud explosion quite a distance away. I also heard people screaming and panicking. I, of course, couldn't see what was happening, but it was surprising how good one's hearing got after having nothing else to do for several months. I heard people at the entrance, firing guns at Grimm, trying to cut them with their fancy weapons. I then heard them all get mauled. However, I still heard everyone's breathing, which I found to be a bit dull.

     My cell door burst open, and in walked a couple Grimm. They stood there a moment. I presumed they were staring at me. They then left, not caring much for the small boy in a straitjacket. I wasn't insane, and yet... I rushed forwards and ripped up both Grimm using only my teeth. It was not like my outburst. I still had coherent thought. This was a calculated kill of someone trying to escape. Not much life left to escape though...

                                                                                                  16560

     In other words, I had another 4 hours and 36 minutes to enjoy life. And here I was, covered in Grimm blood that was slowly flaking off me, trying to escape a maximum security asylum, and doing his very best to have some peace and quiet for his end. I hated this. All I wanted was a comfortable life, and look where that got me. Then again, I made the most of a terrible situation. Isn't that what life is about? But I digress once again.

     I followed the noises of the world around me to reach the entrance. I slowly, carefully, walked out of the forsaken institute. I stumbled along, trying to get as far away from all noise as possible. All I could hear was Grimm roaring, scratching, and biting, and I could also hear people shouting, shooting weapons, and slashing Grimm. The sound was all around me.

     I tried to hold my hands over my ears, but I then remembered my restraints, and immediately gave up. I knew it wasn't likely for me to get away from everything and everyone in time to enjoy the 0 of my countdown. Speaking of which...

                                                                                                    15780

     In other words... 4 hours and 23 minutes. Some might consider it not very long at all. They would be right. I lay down on the floor, luckily for me, it seemed I was in the middle of a park of some sort. Thus, what I lay down was not the hard concrete of the floor, but soft grass that had a nice, freshly cut smell to it. I did like the smell of freshly cut grass. It was one of my favourite smells ever. The grass on my face felt like dozen of tiny tendrils stroking the side of my face. I felt Grimm, hunters, and huntresses running (or stomping) about. So much so that the ground was shaking. I tried not to listen.

     Something fell beside me. It was a female huntress. I couldn't see her, so I couldn't identify her, but she seemed to recognise me.

'(Y/N)?!' Exclaimed the all too recognisable voice of Ruby.

'H-hi R-R-Ruby.' I said, meekly. I felt one of her hands on my cheek.

'We thought you'd died.' She started sobbing.

     I hugged her. I didn't say anything. I just stayed there. Around us, the noise of the battle died down. I felt hot substance on Ruby.  Then felt several wounds all over her body. She went limp. I didn't so much feel despair, or anger, or sorrow. Simply, the wish to make the end of my countdown mean something. I healed her.

                                                                                                              0

     I had no time left. The countdown had reached zero. I was done for. I could feel myself starting to fade away. My hands... were gone. My feet too. I fell to the floor, and soon, my entire body turned to dust. I had no last words. Not that I would have been able to say them anyway. No one came to say goodbye. It was just me. Alone in the world. It seemed like the extreme pessimists were right. You begin life alone, and you finish it alone. I thought about that for a moment. It was quite funny.

'Ha... ha... ha...'

     And then, I died.