OBSERVE THE UNIVERSE
FROM A BIGGER PERSPECTIVE
“Thank you, young man,” the elder woman grinned as she was unlocking the door to her apartment complex. The helmed soldier gave no response as he turned his head, staring down the darkened alley, in which they were, through the emblemed visor. The events leading up to that moment involved beating down a mugger that had attempted to steal the innocent’s purse. Blackout was still working on his social skills since he had awoken and often struggled to communicate with the locals after assisting them. However, if he had spoken, it would justify the thank you that he didn’t deserve. As he had learned within the past several months was that he was superb at combat. The whereabouts for this skill was unknown to the man just as many things were too; it could be a blessing. Sharing it with the universe for the better good felt as if it were a necessity.
“I have some baked muffins only a day old if you’re interested. I can tell you’re a growing young-” the woman offered, but as she turned her head to make eye contact with the soldier, her eyes met the cobble pavement of Traverse Town.
Ways away, the heartless wearing man walked past a flickering light post, reflecting on what he had done. Thinking was rusty since he had woken up months ago for the natural analyst. Using words naturally inside the mind but not understanding the meaning initially, until they registered, was indeed a process. There were always distractions that didn’t help said process.
“Help!” a voice echoed behind him. Changing directions, Shiro scanned for the trouble down the streets ahead. There was a middle aged woman limping down the street with scratches on her legs. Something was following her. The man’s pace went from a walk into a jog, hands already firmly grasping the guns in his holsters. Assessing the situation, there was a pair of shadow heartless trailing the potential victim which stopped the soldier in his tracks.
“Please, help me!” the woman screamed as one pounced on her back, the other shadow merely glancing at the emblemed man. Every bone in the man’s body wanted to draw and fire, but there was resistance elsewhere. It brought the man’s conscious from reality to within.
It was a dark place inside. In a pitch black instance where there were no floors nor walls, Shiro’s aura stood vibrantly, a bright shining light amongst the darkness. Violet and golden lightning struck across the blackness as ominous whispers could be heard yet couldn’t be made out. It was no doubt the entity within him, the heartless that lurked known as “Fear”. The dialogue that rang throughout his mind became audible.
“You’re struggling to accept the balance,” the whispers chanted faintly on repeat.
“Let me take the reign.”Reality hit once again, but Shiro was still within his mind, but as if he was peering, at the difficult decision, through a window from within. Darkness sparked in front of the soldier, creating a dark corridor that Shiro was familiar traversing through. However, the darkness would normally take the man to somewhere that he had been before. That time, Blackout only had one hand on the wheel. The soldier made his way past the assaulted woman as she continued to be pursued by heartless, her face in horror at the man’s lack of response. That was the nature of darkness. There cannot be light without it. Perhaps the good he had done today tipped the scale for the woman’s end to happen, the analytical mind pondered as he stepped into the unknown.
The soldier wasn’t in Traverse Town anymore. The helmeted figure’s booths clanked against the metal foundations of what appeared to be a ship. Glowing neon lights covered the walls in an odd pattern, emitting a familiar glow from the signs back at the town; the ones he observed faded in and out when it came to brightness.
“Freeze! What sort of monstrosity are you!?” a deep voice yelled from behind. Making a 180 turn, Blackout immediately drew Valor in response to an aimed blaster at him. It was then that Fear pulled the trigger at the giant aquatic-looking alien in a black and red uniform. Within the mind, Shiro’s aura snapped back into full control as they were about to injure a creature without reason, adjusting the soldier’s perfect shot at the alien’s temple to the ceiling instead. Due to not having enough time to adjust to the new scenery, the analyst failed to notice the gatling sentries that were mounted in the corners of the walls. Within a mere second, the helmed soldier was viciously fired at by green plasma bolts from, what seemed to be at the moment, all angles. Shiro could hear the agonizing grunts of the heartless in his head. The shell of Fear started to crack and the soldier felt the retreat back into his veins on his back. The man was exposed and in his usual outfit, taking the full damage from the blasts. When the blasters stopped, an unconscious soldier laid sprawled out over the ship’s floor.
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Shiro was motionless, resting on top of the bed provided to him in his space cell. The obnoxious chattering of other inmates could be heard despite the advanced technology keeping him contained.
“You missed on purpose,” the same harty voice from before,
“I scared you that bad, huh.”Shiro’s pale face turned his head and connected his deep blue eyes with the violet big boned alien’s.
“I’m not from here; you caught me off guard- I apologize,” Blackout stated sincerely. The giant creature appeared shook as if it were anticipating a different reply.
Shaking its head, the giant replied,
“Kiss up all you want. It’s not going to get you out of that cell.”
That response didn’t warrant a reply from the intellect; he was resting. With that, Shiro laid rest to his eyes, falling into a deep slumber as his body recovered naturally.
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Blackout awoke when the chaos begun; to a pounding a headache. Grunting, Shiro placed his palms against the firm mattress and pushed himself up to be greeted by a sinister smile. The toothy smile belonged to a mischievous looking alien that had a ghastly scent. Cringing in disgust, the soldier informed the alien, “Back away,” as the alien was standing close to his bed.
“You going to make me without those faulty guns, cutie,” it spoke, locking its lips in a gross manner. It then proceeded to maneuver it’s tentacle-like hand towards the man. Blackout didn’t hesitate; feeling the plasma radiate off of his skin, the experiment aimed his hand and blasted the perverted creature into the far wall, opposite of his open cell, with crackling blue bolts from his palm. Standing up, Blackout stretched his neck as he regained his posture. With the whereabouts of his guns unknown to him, Shiro reflected on how ‘accurate’ the alien was. Would he be able to face the situation at hand without his weapons? There were many things that the memory-less soldier didn’t know, but he knew one thing for certain.
He was the weapon.
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