Abnormal Knight

Finally, after decades of being stuck in that shit-hole, I have finally escaped.

For the first time in a long time, I inhaled the fresh air of the outside world. Even with my hands soaked in blood and guts, I have never felt more free than in this moment. Only a single thought came to me as I stared off into a horizon of trees and blazing fires.

I will never go back to that place ever again.

My new life starts here; it's time to say goodbye to this old place.

I turned around to the bloody sight I had walked through, the strings in my heart pulling tightly in my chest as I saw the sight. It was never my intention to harm anyone when I escaped, but these people did not even hesitate to use their weapons and magic against me.

I may not know much, but the way they charged head-first was all I needed to know to understand that there was no going back for them. It was either me or them, and I have no intentions of giving up the only thing that I have worked hard to achieve until now.

With one final bow, I turned my back from the bloody sight. A final fuck you to their failed attempts as well as a respected nod in their efforts of thinking they could actually contain me.

I stepped out of the crumbled wall, the sharp stones dull on my skin before turning to dust under my weight. I was out of the building that held me. I basked in the moment, soaking in the moonlight.

The next thing I knew was that I was running.

I ran and I ran, and for a moment, that was all that I could remember doing. This was my freedom, and I wasn't about to waste any more of it in that place that held me as its prisoner. Its experiment. A creature to end all wars. I wasn't that person anymore. I wasn't their object.

Oh, it felt great to run. I have missed the feeling of the air embracing me, the faintly familiar scents of the trees and grass as I ran past them.

In my journey of escape, I had run past so many things that I had never seen before. All the critters and animals are gone whenever I arrived. I remembered a lesson from my caretaker that told me they changed the structure of my pheromones. Everything that has life and could move avoided me at all cost, fortunately, the terrain was couldn't. It remained unchanging.

I have seen waterfalls and beautiful ponds, mountain ranges and volcanoes littered with all kinds of fauna. The colors of the trees and grass would constantly change as well as the temperament. There were so many different smells and sights. I saw the ocean! The grains of sand tickling my feet as I was in awe at the endless blues.

I never felt tired in my journey. My body fed itself from the rays of the sun. I never hunted. I never hunger. I drank from the springs and rivers to satiate my thirst. I was so in tune with nature.

It was so freeing.

Until it wasn't.

About a month since my escape, I started to regularly black out. There were moments in my days where the sun would sink in the horizon, and the next thing I knew, it was already rising at the other end of the sky.

I tried to escape it. I would go to the top of the mountains, but nothing changed. I swam until I reached the bottom of bodies of water, but nothing changed. I dove under lava pits and placed myself in extreme conditions, but nothing changed.

Even when I fought against the urge, it only made the process faster. Any weapons or traps that I tried to set up were useless in the face of it. I tried to find animals to help me but their cries once I got close to them reminded me too much of that prison. I didn't want anything or anybody to experience what I've gone through, so I let them run away.

I still blacked out. I couldn't remember a single thing. I couldn't see the night.

Suddenly, my freedom was my suffering. Just like how it was when I was in that tower, laying on those tables for them to experiment on me. This phenomenon kept me from enjoying my days, the crawling anxiety echoing from the back of my head every single second of the day. I was trapped like I was back then.

What was happening to me?

I stopped running and started to wander. A voice at the back of my head, harsh and sharp, reminded me how useless all that violence was only to live like this. Was this even living? I don't know. Was what I was doing beforehand living? What does it even mean to live?

I don't know. I don't know anything. I was a sold-off child turned experiment.

The scientists at the tower said I was an abomination. Do abominations get to live? I don't know. I don't know anything.

I started to fear the time when the sun would set. The fear turned into frustration, turned into full-blown rage. I destroyed fields, destroyed mountains and volcanoes, evaporated ponds and rivers, killed each and every tree in sight. I hunted for anything and turned their blood into my bath.

I reeked of wrath and death.

I did all these things in protest but cowered whenever the sun started to set. I cried and screamed at the offending ball in the sky as it lowered more and more on the horizon until I awoke the next morning with nothing but the same sun rising from the opposite field.

I missed the beauty of the night. The only memory I could properly recall was the time I escaped. 

The rage fizzled out not too long after. I never thought I would experience fatigue. The heaviness in my limbs and the constant static in my mind. The voice continued to pester me, growing louder as my fear grew.

I didn't know what was worse. This or the tower.

No.

This shouldn't have been a debate in the first place.

I escaped for a reason.

But was living like this better? No. I felt worse. This was a different kind of suffering. How could I make it stop? I made my previous torture stop by running away, but how could I run away from this?

How could I stop blacking out?

I blacked out again.

But there was something different this time. I was in a different place.

The structures looked the same as my prison. I was two seconds away from tearing down the whole place with my powers when I noticed one difference.

The smell. This place smelled different.

Where am I?

I looked around and noticed large words plastered on top of the gate that I assume is the entrance. It was boldly written in a language I didn't recognize.

I could feel life forms. Life forms that were unnatural, human. They didn't run as I approached, they didn't even notice me. It was like I didn't exist.

There were so many of them. They looked like the ants in the picture books my caretaker would make me read. The line was so long. There were so many of them. They all looked so different, unlike the clones in the tower.

These people were real, weren't they? They weren't fodder for my tantrums?

"Wow..." I uttered in awe. They were different and similar at the same time. All of them reminded me so much of my caretaker. However, all of them looked tired as well, like they've been stalling in their carriages for hours.

Hours? I scrambled up the trees to look at the sun and sure enough, it was on its highest point. That large ball of gas was mocking at this point.

I woke up in the middle of the day. It wouldn't let me experience the night and now it's stopping me from experiencing the early signs of morning. What was happening to me?