I can see for miles, miles, miles
There’s a sick dripping like rain hitting the ground but when he looks down he sees red spots staining the snow at his feet. It’s not rain but his own blood that’s making the mess on the floor. His stomach churns, the open wound of his missing eye throbbing with a new excruciating pain. His good eye closes, the world stops spinning when it’s closed and he can exhale deeply as he tries to keep a grip on this new reality. The smoke is assaulting his senses, burning his lungs and making his eye water. Unwillingly he opens it again and there is Kronk, looking somewhat apprehensively at him. Words come out but they sound far away and don’t register. A glazed expression has taken over, there’s a dull ringing in his ears now as he looks towards the destruction in the distance. ”What happened here?” He asks stupidly, unaware that Kronk had been asking the same thing about him.
A female has joined Kronk’s side and when she flinches at the sight of him, he is jerked back into the present and the pain momentarily loses it’s hold on him. The gold flecks of his eye flash with sudden hurt and rejection and the realization that this was now going to be his life. Forever will he be looked at with pity or revulsion. And it’s a cold hard truth that makes his blood icy, that he now understand the pain he had caused Adaline the first time he had looked at her in much the same way. In the back of his mind he thinks that he needs to find her and apologize. Truly apologize for he hadn’t understood before but now he does. For he’s a freak too. An abomination just as much as she thought she was.
The claw marks along his neck throb as ash is thrown into the open wounds, thanks to a passing gust of wind. He winces and looks away from Ilka’s concerned gaze. A concerned look from two beautiful pale brown eyes. He is sickened by his sudden jealousy of her and Kronk and all those who still had both eyes to see. Immediately he is swamped with new guilt, at least he could still see at all. His world was not one of complete darkness. The softness of her voice breaks the silent spell he had been under and his voice is raw and hoarse from the hours he had spent screaming in the cave. ”No…. No I don’t think I will be.” It’s pure honesty for his whole life has been nothing but bad luck. Death and destruction had followed him since the moment he slipped free from his mother’s womb and now he knows that it shall always be that way. For even he had loosened his Midas touch here, the Gates had suffered while he was tortured below ground and he is sure that his mere presence was enough to cause it.
So badly he wants to fall to the ground and die. Death would be a gift at this point. Carnage won’t let him have that either, something keeps him alive despite the amount of blood he has lost. He stumbles slightly and shakily regains his footing as he asks again, coughing against the soot in the air. ”What happened?”
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