Himself

"Why am I Here?"

Frei wondered.

"Why was I brought here?" 

Frei wondered.

He looked out at the world around him. The bright, purple city lights, the red lights lined up like ants on the highway crossing right over the entire city and the roads intersecting each other. He looked down at his hands. Holding the metal railing, built surrounding the perimeters of the building he is on. The dark sky and the gray clouds loomed overhead, the flapping sounds of helicopters flying and the roaring engines coming from the gigantic planes engulfed the sky, dominating it with their deafening presences. 

*BOOOM*

One of the sky giants has exploded into several orangish tints before quickly descending to the city depth. Crashing into the countless unintuitive yet oppressive buildings in the distance. The beeping of cars got louder, and the people below started screaming, concisely heard yet so muffled. The other giants of the sky flew away fast. 

He blinked.

The dark sky has disappeared, replaced by the bright, radiant sky. The city is unchanged, except for the new appearances of countless tall machinery repairing the damage caused yesterday. The damages were repaired at an impossibly fast rate. The beeping wasn't as loud anymore, and there were no more screams. Looking down at the building the aircraft flew into, there were many people there, taking photos and passing by. Shortly after he was blinded by the light of the sun reflected onto the pavement and reflective glasses on the buildings. 

Each and every single one of them stood tall, straight and compact. Inside when looked closely, he could see countless men, women, and high ranking officials working. Some bowed in distress to the better-dressed people. People go into the buildings. They go out too. Each one busy, some holding their phones right beside their ears while they dash hurriedly to somewhere at least. Some had a briefcase on their right hand, and on the other they were checking the time.

He stared down. At the uncountable amount of duplicates. He then looked at the sidewalk, hoping to see something different. He did. He saw the homeless sitting against the big, tall walls of the buildings. Lying down on a cardboard, holding a tin can. Sometimes they had a dog with them too, to keep them companies. No one seems to be affected by the disaster incurred upon them the night before.

Then he looked even closer. He looked as he had his left hand over his eyes, shading his eyes from the bright rays of the sun. He looked all over the city. The rooftop of homes, the robbings of people, terrible crimes happening right in front of the civilians eyes, in which they responded by scurrying. Then he stumbled across a man or a woman. He doesn't know. Dressed neatly, standing over the railing on a big high rooftop, a briefcase in his hand. 

He reached out his hands trying to stop the person. It didn't reach the person however. He/She falls, and his/her brains splattered all over the pavement right below. He looked down at the consequences of her actions. People passed right over him/her, and authorities swiftly arrived on the scene, they covered the perimeters in bright yellow tapes with a dash of red every few centimeters apart. He/she was quickly discarded, and the people continued with their day. 

He then looked back at the same sidewalk he viewed before. Not much has changed, It's only been a few minutes. He swiped his eyes with his eyes, covering his sight, and yet again the scenery changed. It's dark again. The same bright lights spanning all across the gigantic city, the countless towers and buildings dominating the land with their imposing yet oppressive presences, the red lights stood in between the crossway, the sounds of beeping cars echoed throughout the city, their sound reverberated through the "emptiness". 

"Is this the world outside of Freiheit?"

Frei thought.

"What's the point of all this?"

Frei thought.

"Who are you?" 

Frei asked.

"I'm you."

A voice replied.

He shuts his eyes again so as to not see it. 

His eyes opened again to the sight of a flat grass field with dandelions scattered all over the grassy land, dancing to the rhythm of the wind. Flowers bloomed in the direction of the sun, their petals opened up and they too danced to the rhythm of the wind. His eyes widened up at the sight. He took a deep breath, it smelled nice, a pleasant aroma roamed across the land. His feet sunken into the dampen soil of the land, water dripped from the top of the tiny blade of grass. He looked up at the blue blue sky, and the rays of the sun flashed across the land, glimpse of its gloriousness sap through the tiny gaps of the clouds.

"So peaceful."

Frei thought.

Birds flew right over him, as they chirped songs. He closed his eyes gently and listened to the music of the land, the wind blew over him, each strand of his hair was blown into the direction of the wind. He savored the current euphoric sensation flowing throughout his body. Then he heard a noise that came from behind him, a woman. She came out of a small wooden hut, with a bow on one hand and arrows on the other. She had red-hair, and she adorned a long brown coat as well as a long red scarf wrapped around her neck. Besides the long brown coat, she also adorned a thick brown leather hood. 

His eyes focused on her, then before he knew it. It snowed. He looked again at the woman, she walked right into him, passing his body as if he wasn't there. Which befuddled him, the grass land now turned into a plain white field, the dandelions and flowers were gone, covered by layers upon layers of white heavy snow. Then wolves appeared from his right, which were quickly apprehended by the woman with the bow. The huntress went towards the corpse of the wolves, grabbed it by the head and tails, she then cooked and ate it. 

He blinked, quivering at the butchering of the wolves, their tails torn apart, and their furs were ripped out of their flesh, exposing their skin. The huntress after the meal, clasped her hands together while kneeling on the cold, white snow. She closed her eyes and then mumbled something which he couldn't hear even if he stepped right next to her. 

He doesn't exist then. He was an enigma.

"Why am I here?"

Frei asked yet again. Before the sound of water splashing distracted him.

Frei opened up his eyes. 

His sight returned to the same dimly lit basement, the same rod that seared him, dropped on the ground extinguished. Tiny water droplets dripped down from his forehead, his hair completely wet from the water splashed onto him. He looked down at the iron bucket below him as the shadow of the old man and Beckham looming right over it. His glare pierced them, their imposing frames and casual yet oppressive stances gave Frei a haunting sight. Admisdt it all, the constant stinging itch from his mark continued to torment him.