"I don't suppose there's much to return to, huh?" The redheaded boy answered, a nervous tick running through him as he committed to the organisation. Epsilon almost smiled at the news. It was nice to have a recruit that wanted to work with him and it was always much better than the alternative. He despise the alternative. Even Delta could not know about what had to be done. Delta would have killed him if he knew. "Contrary to popular belief I don't want to go home and get wiped out. Surviving death once is fine by me." The boy went on, almost daring Epsilon to smile. He was going to be a good kid. At least he had hoped that to be the case. "You've got me. I don't know what good I'll be and I'll probably end up crying by the end of today but I'll join."
"Great, kid. Welcome to the team." Epsilon said, extending out his will and allowing the tendrils of shade to reach out to the redheaded boy and form a circle at his feet. "The others are in the messroom. Delta's probably microwaving something, so you can ask him to make you something if you're hungry. He'll get you up to speed." As Epsilon stopped speaking, he gave a quick wave of his had, the ground sucking up the read headed boy in a flash before the shade crawled out from the light leaving the blonde behind.
"You've been holding your tongue. I hope you haven't been too confused by today's events," Epsilon offered the now silent girl who seemed to be lost in thought. Epsilon bit the inside of his cheek tenderly, pain creeping out from the nerve endings numbed from years of abuse, and stepped into the light nearly wincing at the intensity of it. He had always been sensitive to the light since he was young. And Omega made sure that he would never have a proper relationship with the light when he was young and even now he could still smell salt in the air on the day the light was sullied for him. He bit down harder on his inner cheek, pain blossoming like a springtime rose, sending a sharp sensation through the base of his skull while rivulets of blood began to seep down his cheek and pool in his mouth.
"Don't refuse this, girl. You can't do this to yourself. If you go back, Phi will torture you for any information about the order. He'll torture your family infront of you and kill every last one of them. Everyone you love will be brought before you and will be subjected to every horror he has in store for you. If you refuse, it'd have been better to be like the two boys in the cafe. You can't truly want that." He spoke, his voice building faster and faster with every word. He hadn't realised he stopped breathing midway through the second sentence and took a sharp breath when he stopped speaking, only to dive back in. "You can't want that. For god's sake."
"I'm not staying. I want to leave. Now." She said, her voice a decibel above a whisper.
"You're kidding," Epsilon offered her, his voice trembling. He wanted to scream. ""Just tell me you're kidding and you can stay."
"Let me leave!" She yelled, her skin turning a few shades pink.
"I'm so sorry." Epsilon whispered, turning his back to her. "I'm so sorry."
The darkness swarmed her and build around her feet, never touching her, but growing around her like a tower meant to have no door. If she realised what was happening, Epsilon heard nothing from her. Though he doubted she did. They never did. And they never had the consciousness to protest after it happened. From within the walls of black a wet slicing spilled out, followed by a gurgled groan and then silence as the shadows closed around her. Epsilon never looked back. He couldn't bear to and simply stepped into a portal of his own make. The body would arrive a few blocks from the mall, easy enough for Phi to find. Easy enough to make it public. Phi would leave and her family would only have to suffer the torture of losing her.
Epsilon appeared in the messhall, shirtless and disheveled, wincing as he realised the stitching had come undone again. He had never been good with a needle and thread. "She wanted to go home," Epsilon said flatly, "Reach me on the terminals if you need me." He disappeared moments later, consumed by shadow and was moments later spilled out into his room. He stumbled to a bucket in hte corner and dropped to his knees, stomach bile and streaks of blood from his bleeding mouth filling the bucket, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast the previous day. The pain from his gut reminded him that there were much more pressing matters, though that might have been his stomach and not the gash speaking up at that moment.
Epsilon stood slowly and stumbled to the table by his emergency bucket that held a box of various medical supplies and sat down on it, holding his side. He stared blankly out into his room and did his best to get his breathing to a slow, even pace. His eyes adjusted to the intense darkness that was his room. The only light that graced his room came from the center of the base to which there was a window on the far side of his room. The center of the base was a tall cylindrical shaft that once housed ICBMS during the cold war before the silo was decommissioned and abandoned twenty years earlier. The muted glow of yellow hazard lights that ran along the walls of the silo cast a soft and mostly faded golden glow on his room. The room was cluttered with pin-boards, papers, files, tape recorders and cassette tapes, books, and bits and pieces of collected material that Epsilon believed would aid him on his search for the Omegas. His bed was a boxspring matress on the floor with a pillow and blanket, all of which were shoved into one corner. The former door was sealed shut by Epsilon when he learned that he hideout would be used at the recruiting center for metas and now the doors only used was to serve as a good place to put magnets. Before the window sat a control panel that gave Epsilon access to the entire facility, coupled with the only landline in the base and one of many terminals that ran on a closed circuit system. The control room of the soldiers that once manned the silo was now his control center for war against the Omegas, but even getting a long chance to take in the disaster that his room was in, the horrible living conditions he subjected himself to, the open wound on his torso, and the smell coming from the bucket, he was fixated on one thing and one thing alone.
The blonde girl, who only minutes ago was a just the wrong person at the wrong place at the wrong time. Epsilon muttered to himself and buried his face in the hand that wasn't holding on to his wound. Delta, Sayuri, and the new boys could never know what he did. What he had to do. They wouldn't and couldn't understand.
"I'm so sorry."
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