SoulA Chapter by EsdeeAyo110 AE Soul
I have
no idea where I am. Everything is
gray. What’s going on? I’m standing, but I can’t see anything but
gray. The gray begins to fade a little
bit. I start to see two shapes forming
through the haze of grayness. They are-
no they can’t be. It looks like two
identical versions of myself. I raise my
gauntlets and point them each at one of the copies. The copies seem to mirror my movement. This is a fine example of radial
symmetry. “What
is the meaning of this?” I ask. “I was
just about to ask the same thing,” says the copy on my left. Wow, I sound a lot different on the other
side of my helmet. My voice is all
distorted. “I
don’t like this,” says the copy on the right. “What
are you?” I ask. “I am
an assassin,” begins the copy to my left, “Zeta-Seventeen. My only duty is to serve Polemos.” “Oh
you’re still going by that name?” asks the copy on my right, “I swore off that
name a long time ago. I go by Atlas
now. I’m here to lead humanity to a
better tomorrow.” “Are
you two supposed to make me decide who I am?” I ask. “No,
what are you talking about,” says the copy on my left, “I thought you two were
the copies.” “And I
thought the same about you two,” says the copy on the right. “Is it
possible that we could all be different manifestations of ourselves?” I ask,
“Like we’re all fragments of the same mind?” “If
we’re all seeing triple then I say it’s definitely possible,” says the copy on
my right. “This
is going to start getting confusing fast,” says the copy on my left, “How do we
refer to each other?” “Well
you said you want to go by Zeta-Seventeen, and I want to go by Atlas, but what
do we call him?” asks the copy on my right. “No
that’s not fair,” I protest, “We only have two names to go by, but to be
honest, I don’t feel allegiance to either name yet.” “Well
then what do you suggest?” asks the copy on my left. “Well
before, you said you only want to serve Polemos,” I begin, referring to the
copy on my left, “Why don’t we call you Service.” “I
guess that works for me,” replies the copy on my left. “And
you,” I continue, turning to the copy on my right, “You said you wanted to lead
humanity to a better tomorrow. Why don’t
we call you Leader?” “I like
it,” replies the copy on my right, “But what do we call you?” he asks. “Well,
I feel like sort of the gap between the two of you. Like I’m the middle ground connecting
you. A common friend,” I say. “Then
why don’t we call you Friend?” asks Leader. “I can
live with that,” I reply. “So
Leader, a Friend, and a Service,” says Service, “Now that we got all that
covered, what’s going on here?” “Well,
there was Rexrode. He pulled out that
ECD, and then everything turned gray,” begins Leader, “Now I’m standing here
talking to two copies of myself.” “Then
this must be some trick of the ECD,” Service deduces, “Rexrode must be here
somewhere. We must find him. We must complete the mission.” He turns
around and starts looking everywhere. “That’s
not going to do you any good,” says Leader, “Everything looks like one solid
shade of gray.” “He is
hiding somewhere here I know it,” yells Service, “I will find him even if I
have to beat this gray back fifty shades.”
He aims his gauntlet into the gray and fires off three rounds. “Stop
it!” I yell, “Where is that getting us?” “Nowhere.
It’s getting us nowhere,” says Leader. “But
our mission, our purpose,” pleads Service, “We cannot abandon the thing we
stand for.” “But
what if our purpose isn’t the right thing to do?” asks Leader. “No,”
barks Service, “I will not let you talk me out of it. This is our mission. I serve Polemos.” “But
have we ever questioned why?” asks Leader, “Maybe we need to readjust our
purpose.” “No,” replies
Service, “This is why we are here. This
is why we exist. We are here because we
are meant to serve Polemos.” “There’s
just no reasoning with you is there,” says Leader. “I
stand strong in my loyalties to Polemos,” says Service. “But
don’t you feel any remorse for what we did to Devivo?” I ask, “He spared our
lives, but we couldn’t spare his.” “Yeah,”
answers Service, “He did. And now we are
immune to the plague.” “He
also gave us the syringe with the cure too,” adds Leader. “So why
don’t we look at it like this,” I begin, “We still serve Polemos. We can’t swear off that allegiance just
yet. But that doesn’t mean we can’t add
more to our purpose. We have the ability
to help all of humanity. We have a
golden opportunity. We should agree that
we can do that much. Figuring out how to
get this cure out and save the planet.
Helping when the opportunity presents itself. I mean, that’s the true definition of
service.” “That
makes sense,” agrees Service, “We can make our own purpose and help the
world. We do not have to only serve
Polemos. We can serve humanity.” As
service comes to this conclusion, the gray fades away. We are now standing on what appears to be a
beach. There is sand beneath our feet,
waves flow up and down the shoreline.
The sky is black, but high in the sky is not the sun or the moons but a
big green eye. It looks like Marcia’s
eye. It’s as piercing here as it is on
her face. “What
do you think that means?” asks Service. “I
don’t like her eyes,” I state. “You
can both tell it’s Marcia’s eye, right?” asks Leader. “Yeah,”
says Service, “But Friend, what makes you not like those eyes.” “I’m
not sure,” I begin, “It’s like, when I look at them they pierce me. Like they penetrate my mind. And it bugs me. I just want it out.” “It is
only a little company,” says Service, “I mean, of all the people here, she is
the one we cannot kill. We might be
stuck with her.” “But I
don’t think I could handle that though,” I reply, “Those eyes are bad now, and
we’re supposed to kill her father. How
bad are they going to be after that?” “But
they only bother you because you let them,” argues Service. “I
can’t help it, they just do,” I reply, “We’re better off just being alone. That’s how I like it.” “No,” says
Leader, “Look at what got us into this existential mess in the first
place. The three of them, Marcia, Moses,
and Rexrode, managed to work together to make us look like a complete
idiot. I don’t think that amount of
team-work can be accomplished by total strangers.” “Where
are you going with this?” I ask. “Look,
they know each other. They’re
family-mostly, but I think there’s some ambiguity there between friend and
family. I think your friends end up
making your family,” explains Leader. “But we
don’t have a family,” I point out. “Maybe
we should,” says Leader, “You’re scared to let anyone in, but, if recent events
will show us, alone, we are weak. And
the three of them together put us down without a fight. We need a friend. We need a family?” “Then
how do we start?” I ask. “Well
why don’t you look up there,” Leader says pointing to the eye in the sky, “That
gaze, that piercing you feel, I think that’s curiosity. Marcia wants to know about us, she is willing
to be our friend, why don’t we start there.” “But if
we do, we can’t exactly kill her dad then can we,” I point out. “Yeah,
what happened to ‘we still serve Polemos?’” asks Service. “Well
we won’t know if we don’t try right?” Leader begins, “Polemos didn’t exactly
give us a timeframe. Why don’t we try
this friendship thing out first and then assess from there, what’s the right
road we should take.” “I
guess we could do that,” says Service. “Not
being alone could be quite the experience,” I add. When I do so, the land scape changes
again. Now we are back in the chamber
where Devivo had us fight all those husks.
Except now we’re the only things in the room. “We’re
back here,” says Service, “Why is that?” “I
think our landscape has been changing every time we come to a conclusion,”
begins Leader, “A conclusion about ourselves.” “So we
need to come to some form of a conclusion here,” I say, “But we don’t know what
that conclusion is supposed to be.” “Not
exactly,” replies Service, “I think it has something to do with location. When we were in the land of gray, we were
confronted with not being able to accomplish the mission we were set out to
complete. Thus, we had to reassess our immediate goals, at least to the point
where we could set more for ourselves.
Then at the beach, we had the big surreal eye in the sky. That helped us to conclude that we are better
off together than alone, and maybe we should not kill everyone we meet. That took us here.” “So
what’s so special about here,” I ask. “This
is when we started contemplating everything we’re considering right now,”
explains Service, “It took us a near death experience and an act of mercy for
us to think that maybe there is more to this than Polemos.” “We
received the cure, and the task of bringing that cure to the world right?”
Leader asks, “We created a new purpose for ourselves.” “So
what is it that we need to conclude?” I ask. “We
know we have a new purpose,” explains Service, “And we know that we will need
friends along the way to complete that purpose, but in the end it is our
initiative.” “I get
it,” says Leader, “If we are to succeed in our new task, we’ll need friends,
but we also need to lead them to that goal.
We need to be the shepherd, guiding humanity to the better tomorrow we
envision. We need to be the Leader.” That
must be the conclusion this world is looking for because the room changes
again. Now we are standing in the room
we were in before the surreal-ness began.
We’re still split. I don’t think
we’re out of it yet. In this room stands
Rexrode as well, but only Rexrode. “That
took you longer than I expected,” says Rexrode, “But now I can see why, you have
a fragmented soul.” “Fragmented?”
I ask. “Yes,”
begins Rexrode, “My orb here allows me to look into your soul. The only issue is that if you have too much
conflict, then you have to sort it out before I can talk to your soul. You had enough inner conflict that your soul
split three times.” “But I
think we got it all sorted out,” replies Service, “We had to reassess our
goals. We determined that we don’t have
to just serve Polemos. We should be a
service to humanity as well.” “Not
only that,” I add, “But we also determined that alone we are weak, and will
never succeed. We need friends to help
us along the way, and to do that, we need to be a friend ourselves.” “And
lastly to conclude,” says Leader, “We are the one bringing the goal to the
world. We need to take initiative and
lead humanity to that goal. We need to
be a leader to succeed.” I look
to my left, and to my right. Leader and
Service are gone, but I remember this whole experience from their perspectives
now. We are one again. “It looks
like you have that sorted out,” says Rexrode, “You want to lead your friends to
serve humanity, is that right? It’s a
good goal to have I’m sure, but tell me, do you still intend to kill us?” I shake
my head. “No, well- at least not yet,” I
reply, “We-I decided that I don’t know enough about the situation to conclude
if we should continue to follow this path.
There may be other goals I wish to obtain more. If I kill you now, then I’m blindly following
orders. I’d rather at least be informed
while following orders, that way I know I agree with the orders.” “That’s
good to hear,” he replies, “Now this is a question of curiosity, but as the
projection of yourself you have chosen for your soul, you still wear all your
armor. Why is that?” “I
think it’s because this is all I’ve ever known,” I reply, “I feel more like the
armor than the person underneath.” “But do
you still feel that way?” Rexrode asks. “I
guess not,” I answer, “Before I felt like a weapon, a tool, a gun to be
fired. I didn’t feel like a person. But Now I do.
I feel like I am independent of my orders and I could make my own
decisions if I want.” I reach up and
take off my visor, “I feel like I could make a real impact on this world if I
just throw my weight in the right direction.” Rexrode
seems taken aback by my action, “No, it can’t be,” he mutters, “I have to
go.” He disappears into thin air. “Wait!”
I call, but he’s gone, “What’s that supposed to mean?” The room begins to fade around me. It fades to that familiar shade of gray that
surrounded me before. But soon this
begins to fade too. I am left on the
floor where I was before Rexrode pulled the ECD on me. “I
think this is it,” says Rexrode, he’s fiddling with a wire in my helmet. He pulls it.
Doing so I notice the signal bars on my visor display drop to zero. “No!” I
yell realizing what he’s done, but it’s too late, both for the wire, and my
reflexes. I don’t even remember moving,
but I find myself blade deep in Rexrode’s gut.
No, I didn’t want to kill him. No. I just spent all that time determining I
wasn’t going to do that. I retract my
blade but I am too stunned to do anything else.
Why? Why did I have to do that? “You
recovered fast,” stammers Rexrode, trembling. “Daddy!”
shouts Marcia. Concern is clear in her
voice. “Sir! I
need to get you medical attention, stat!” shouts Moses, warping over to
Rexrode’s side. “Marcia-“
mumbles Rexrode, blood dribbling out of his mouth. “I’ll
be right back for her, don’t worry sir,” Assures Moses. Then he and Rexrode vanish. © 2014 EsdeeAyo |
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