He only remembers the sound of TNT and the stickiness of blood...And the screams.

He blocks those out.

The rest of the night was a blur.

Feathers flying everywhere.

He hit his head.

The world went black.

I dangled my legs off of the high-up balcony and sighed, propping my chin up on my hand as I looked at the setting sun over the red rock desert.

It was a powerful nation; the one I lived in. Built up from ashes; was what the smart old people said.

Stupid smart old people.

I stood, looking up at the forming stars, and climbed onto the railing, no fear visible in my eyes.

I took a deep breath and fell forward. Any onlookers would have said it was badass. Or majestic. Maybe a combination of the two.

The red rocks below me became more and more clear, and still, my face was unchanging from the bored and annoyed expression.

Meters before I hit the ground, I stopped. Deadass just stopped in midair. I smirked at the ground.

Playing Death was fun.

Hours later, I was back on the balcony, watching the purple and blue forming of nebulas and the pale silver glints of constellations visible through the gentle fog.

A smiling figure sat beside me, wrapping his sleeveless arms around his legs. All this guy ever did was smile...

"Hi!" The person chirped, glasses glinting in the faint moonlight.

"...Hey." I said. "So, what did he say?"

"He has requested for you to meet in his office." The still-smiling hybrid said. It was a bit unnerving; the way he never frowned unless it was in concentration.

Whatever. I stood up and stretched quietly. "...Thanks..." I think.

"Okay!" The hybrid said, rocking back and forth cheerfully.

I stood up and entered the building, the smell of cigarettes and fine wine enveloping me; assaulting my nose. I trudged to the stairs before walking up. 'His' office was on the top floor, where he could overlook everything that went on in his nation. 

Steeling myself, I rapped on the door. Barely seconds later, a resonant, slightly cracked voice called from inside the room:

"Come in."

I opened the door. 

The man was sitting at his desk, half bent over a paper with scrawling writing on it. "I have a job for you," He stated briskly, shoving the paper to the side.

I hesitated before speaking. "...What is it?" My usually monotone or annoyed voice held a lilt of curiosity.

He looked up, scars still unnerving to me even after six years.

"I'm...looking for something. Someone."

"I can't help." It was an instinctive response.

"Oh, but you can." The green eyes pierced through mine. "You can help me look. I know you are powerful... Oh, that sounded wrong. I'm asking for your help."

I knew this tactic. He was going to pretend as if I had a choice in the matter, when in reality, I didn't.

"No." I said quickly. "I can't." I won't.

He sighed. "Very well then. I'll just wait for you to change your mind."

Short chapter because I updated yesterday :P

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Hint: Not me lol

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