Draimon: Fracture: Erasend- Book 1: Deascension

Chapter 18: New Reality

It was the anniversary of both when my mother and father got together and of her death. The building radiated a coldness, one I was still young enough to feel. I rubbed my hands together, pulled my black hair in and closed my jacket. As I waited for my father, I paced on the spot staring at the void black and white synsis that made up the building. With black synsis, the same material that made up my clothes. Unlike the bodies here and other synsis, it will never fall from age.

I tried my best not to breathe in as the stench filled my nostrils, I just had to come in when dad was finding her room, I thought. I looked into one of the preparation rooms. They had different hair colours; white, dark green, light blue, some even had different skin colours. I knew many were, like myself, Necroians. The trick was to look at the pupil. Black equalled that Necroian blood was strongest. I could also tell as they were not choking and working without tire. With this, I could also see Cryoians-mixes them nearly blending in despite their white hair and pupils with different shades between them and colours of the other sub-species.

Unlike the Necroians, they wore beak-like masks to hide the stench of the bodies and weren't shivering. They were also in a separate corner of the room. Looking closer, I saw the floor shimmer and that they were at work freezing the bodies.

They did so by spaying the bodies with a solution to freeze them. From school, I knew it was a mix of Cyroian blood to freeze; Phyion to increase the potency, Aquarian so it could be sprayed along with various chemicals.

The frozen bodies were then sent away to another part of the Grave-house. Looking in at the two groups only made me notice my coldness more. I should have brought red Synsis instead; I was of the age when I could enjoy it.

"Caliran!" My father called out as he walked towards me. Unlike myself, he was old enough that he only covered his privates; at his age, clothes were useless. His white hair was far longer than mine, though. "There you are," he said, rubbing my head as he reached me.

"You should have said I needed red Synsis," I said, punching him in the chest with all my strength. No reaction.

"It's cold?" He asked, breathing out his breath visible, "guess it is, first time I noticed," he said. "look, we don't need to stay long if you don't want to. I don't need to."

"Ok," I replied, "well did you find her room."

"Yes, it's just a bit farther in," he said as he walked down the lit corridor, "I had the managers turn the lights up for you," he said.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Just don't stare at them unless you want your eyes to hurt for the next couple days.

"Right," I sighed, "so when I'm young, I have to be careful about getting injured as to not be in pain for longer."

"Hhhh, don't be too careful; you shouldn't deny yourself those experiences. Trust me, you will thank yourself when you are older," he replied.

"That's it when I'm older I feel nothing, not even touch, I even heard rumours our senses and emotions dull." Upon those words, my father turned like a storm and hugged me.

"They aren't true," he said.

"Well then, what are even the positives of being a Necroian."

"Pain immunity, wound-sealing and night vision do make us pretty good Monster hunters."

"Yeah, I find Monsters really damn interesting, but I don't want to risk my life fighting them," I said.

My father rubbed his chin in thought after standing up, "remind me how often other sub-species have to sleep," how often I thought, racking my brain for the answer.