Enderborn Facilitates part 1

    

Why does he still hate me? I've tried so hard to make him forgive me, but he still wishes for my death. Why? I have done nothing wrong since the old world and even that wasn't my fault…at least not entirely.  

But I've learned from my mistakes! The reactor is safe, stable. What happened to the old wont happen here. I won’t let it. Why can’t he see that? Perhaps he is blinded by his lust for revenge. If so than there is no hope of me getting the old him back… No there is still hope. I see him sometimes, the old him. When he’s around that girl… I think her name is Zoey.

There’s something off about her, something I can’t quite place. She makes my blood boil, and my fingertips burn. Prier experience says that is a very bad thing. I hate what I am. No, hate isn't a strong enough word. I loathe what I am. I can’t change it though. After years of trying, I finally relies this. I can’t change it, but with this, perhaps I can control it.

I pick up the small glass beaker perched on the table hidden away in the back of my lab. The colorful liquid that fills it slashes around as I raise it my eyes. I see purple, green, and gold, as well as hints of black, red and orange dance in an all to familiar way. 

This small liquid filled container is my life’s work and my last hope. I’m scared to test it. What if it doesn't work? What will happen if it doesn't work and that “thing” wins? I shake my head, discarding the unwanted thoughts that plague my restless mind. I have time, no need to rush things. I have time. I have time.

I sigh and walk to the window that faces Blackrock Stronghold. Perhaps he hates me for what I am to. No that’s impossible. He doesn't know what I am. No one knows what I am.

If this liquid works perhaps that will change… I wonder how they’d react, what expressions would show on their faces? One of disgust? Fear? Curiosity? Is it possible for them to like me more for it? No, I think not… Perhaps they will shun me, or hate me. Maybe nothing would change, and things would continue as though nothing at all happened. That would be nice. 

My thoughts are getting out of hand again. I think some sleep could do me some good… I place the beaker back in its proper place and head for my bedchambers. After changing out of my lab coat and in to something more suitable for sleep, I crawl in to my bed and hid under the blankets. I pry for a dreamless sleep. My dreams haven’t been pleasant as of late, filled with images of the past, things I wish to forget. My prier was answered as I drift off in to the darkness of sleep.

I wake up to a frantic pounding on the sealed door of my castle. I get up and pull my lab coat over my sleep ware. I slip my flying ring on and lazily jump out the open window, into the courtyard. I stretch as a near the controls and type “open” into the computer when I get there. The big double doors open and reveal…Sjin?

“Sjin? What are you doing here?” Sjin and I haven’t been on the best of terms lately. Not after old world. I miss the way things used to be. I look him over and I’m not surprised he’s in his Sips Co. uniform. He hasn’t left the strange gray man’s side for as long as I care to remember.

Sips is the one that found us when we first escaped. He helped get back on our feet, and although he can be crude and cruel we would be dead without him. He is the only one that knows anything about are past, but he knows only what we told him, and that is very little. I look up at Sjin’s eyes and feel myself awaken completely. He looks panicked, on the verge of tears.

“Sjin?” I call his name hesitantly unsure how to approach the situation.

“L-lalna…” his voice cracks. I can see the tears in his eyes close to falling. He looks scared…no terrified.

“Sjin, what’s wrong?” The tears finally fall creating a steady stream of salty water down his cheeks.

“They’re b-back.” He stutters. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently guide him into the castle. I leave him in the lounge and go to fetch him some hot chocolate. When I return I find him staring off in to space, the frightened look still adorns his face. 

I approach slowly, not wanting to scare the poor man more than necessary. I call out his name softly and he jerks his head up to meet my eyes. I hand him the mug and he graciously accepts, giving me a soft thank you in return. I sit next to him on the couch and he takes a sip of the drink.

“What’s happened Sjin? Who’s back?” I ask, he doesn’t respond immediately and I begin to think that perhaps he hadn’t heard me when he said something in such a quiet voice that I almost didn’t hear it.

           

    “Enderborn Facilities…”