Five's Fate

The Finding

A year had passed since the boy had awoken surrounded by rubble and consumed in thick black ooze. Both of which ate at his skin and burnt to the smell of blood. Regaining his composure, the boy listens and contemplates. Clean up crews must be searching the now-demolished Mog base. But he didn't want to let himself get found. Even if he had apologized, had helped them win the war, he would still always be seen as a traitor. They would never forgive him. Well, he wouldn't give them the need too.

At least that had been the plan. He flew as far and fast into the air as he could muster, getting out of the line of sight as quickly as possible. He thought he hadn't been seen. That it was the end of it now. But he was wrong.

Marina:

He sits practically dead on shore. His fishing line catching nothing more than seaweed. This is a week now I've coming out here. Watching him. He never makes any moves to hide or run, doesn't say anything. He looks to see me here watching and never lingers to make eye contact. I can tell he is just trying to be invisible. Well, it won't work. I won't let him get away with it.

I'm not surprised when John appears. I have been expecting him to pop up for a while now since I've started chatting with Ella through her telepathy. Even so, I hear him sigh in shock at the state of me. At what I've been doing all this time. Of what has become of Five.

Five:

It has been pretty routine for at least a few days now. Every day she comes back and just stares at me. I can feel the disgust and hatred in her glare. But today something happens. A second figure appears out on the boat with Marina. At first, I figure I'm seeing things. That it's the light or dehydration getting to me. But then he comes into focus. It's John.

Apart of me wants to run. To fly away as fast as I can and try to find another place to hide. But something keeps me grounded. Maybe its the fact that I know how useless running would be. How they could always find me where ever I went. Or maybe its pure fear that keeps my butt in the sand. Too scared to move as if freezing will blind them of me. Maybe I'm too tired to fight them anymore. I know I've made mistakes and I regret what I've done. But they never will trust me. I'll never be anything more than a murderer and traitor to them. They just want me dead and I know it.