Nexus

Not much to say...I had fun writing this...Also, this is cannon. Day did die. ^~^ 


They say you don’t know what it’s like to be truly alone until you’ve lost everything you hold dear to yourself, so I guess I can finally say that I am, without a doubt, truly alone. Even by myself, I still hear the screams, still see the blood on my hand’s; although at this point I find it hard to tell if it’s my own blood or not, and I can’t get those eye’s, those damn evil eye’s out of my head…what did I do? What did I do to deserve this…



I never asked for this. None of it…




“I…believe…this whole time…a Communicator…Day…” Day’s mind swam as his eye’s slowly opened, not registering the words that occasionally drifted in and out of his head. His eye’s very slowly coming into focus, a burning ache behind them as he realized that he was staring up at a light. Squinting, and then closing his eye’s completely, he rolled his head to the side, making a disproving sound as he did so/



Not realizing that the voices that were lingering about him had suddenly hushed, it was a second before Day noticed a face drifting in front of his own, dark chocolate-brown eye’s looking into his own. His eyebrows knitting in slight confusion, Day stared at the eye’s a moment longer, the buzz in his mind slowly dying, when he finally found his own voice, “M-…mom…” He said, coughing just after because of how dry his throat felt. He went to lift his hand to rub it, but when his hand didn’t rise, his eye’s went from his mother’s to his hand, and felt his breath hitch, the coughing instantly stopping. His hand was held down against an examination table by a metal brace. Before he had time to register anything else, his eye’s were drawn to his chest and any words that he been forming were lost once more. His Meteor, his Soul Container, was sitting on his chest, a small chain that he had made long ago looping through it and around his neck.



Staring down at the Meteor that sat against his chest, Day watched the rock as a red-ish aura pulsed very slowly around its surface, and he was barely able to register the sound of his father’s voice as he spoke up, “I guess the Count was right in his assumptions then. I can’t say I’m surprised though,” Day heard. “Honestly though, to think my own son…” Day, rising his head, cringed when he saw his father staring down at him; stone-cold eye’s staring back at him, his mother at his side, a look of pity on her face.



Day instantly felt the tears stinging his eye’s as they formed. He had nothing to say, there was nothing he could say. In that moment, Day couldn’t feel any words come to mind. He knew just how much his parents, his father particularly, hated Communicators. Never once had Day, in his life, heard his father refer to Communicators as anything but “Monsters”, and now, staring up at his father’s eye’s, he could see that his father wasn’t looking at his son, he was looking at one of the Monsters he had always dreamed of catching alive; and Day was the perfect trophy for his hard work.



Day watched, sorrow in his eye’s, as his mother and father, both turned and walked from him without a word, to join with a small group of men and women from the island, who all worked for Team Eternity. For all of them, this was their golden opportunity to prove themselves to the Count. Day, feeling his heart in his throat, closed his eye’s tightly as he held back his sobs, forcing himself to keep quiet as he tried not to listen to what was being discussed amongst the group of scientists, and, after a while, his mind slowly faded to black, and he lost consciousness.




When Day woke again, the first thing that he realized was that his mouth tasted like copper, and that his hair was sticking uncomfortably against his head, as if someone had put glue on his forehead. As it had last time, it took moments for Day’s eye’s to adjust, but when they did, he had wished that they hadn’t. He was no longer strapped to an examination table. Instead, he was sat in a small chair in the middle of an empty room, his hand’s and feet bound by chain to the chair, and while Day knew he could simply call his powers from the Meteor hanging in front of him, he didn’t. If this was his parents choice, if this is what he had to do to show just how much he loved them, then so be it.



He didn’t know how long he had been sitting, but by the time the door that was ahead of him opened up, it had already felt like an eternity, and during that time, Day had realized that while he had been asleep earlier; probably because of a sedative, his parents had taken a vast amount of his blood, which explained the lightheadedness he had been feeling since he had woken up, but that didn’t explain the blood covering his face and chest, as well as the Meteor. For most, the sight of their own blood would have been terrifying, seeing so much, but for Day, at that moment, it reminded him that he wasn’t all monster. He still bled, just like a human…His attention becoming more alert, he watched as his father entered the room with another man, someone Day didn’t recognize.



His father closed the door behind them, and as they approached, they made small talk with each other, occasionally gesturing in Day’s direction. As they came closer, they finally stopped talking and the man stopped walking too while Day’s father continued to approach him, his eye’s as cold as they were last time. Day wasn’t focusing on his father though, he was watching the man behind him, there was something Day didn’t like about him and the way he carried himself.



His thoughts were suddenly torn apart as he felt something bash against the side of his head, his head jerking hard to the side as he screamed out in pain, his vision swimming as he heard someone laugh lowly, “So it does feel pain…how funny.” He heard the same voice say. Closing his eye’s, Day knew it wasn’t his father who had said it, but the man was too far to have hit him. Feeling fresh tears well in his eye’s, Day let out a few sobs, the side of his head bleeding where he had been hit, but even though he knew the only other person who was in the room aside from the man was his father, he refused to look to see who hit him, swearing silently that it wasn’t who he knew it was.



“Day, my boy. Look here.”



All sounds, thoughts, everything, drained away when Day heard his father’s voice. Eye’s filled with tears, Day felt a small smile on his lips. He hadn’t been called a monster, his father called him. Without a second thought, Day’s head swiveled to look at his father, and went immediately empty when he found himself down the barrel of a small handgun and into his father’s cold eye’s. Day’s eye’s suddenly went empty, and the smile on his face fell, and when his father spoke, he didn’t hear what he said, “I’ll save you from the Monster…” His father had said, before his finger rested on the trigger and he pushed the barrel of the gun between Day’s eye’s, all while staring into them without any emotion, “Now die.” He said, and pulled the trigger.