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I shake the memory away… my cheekbones sweating from memories… I can never forget it and I can never move on from her, from them…

"What the fuc-…" Excruciating pain burst into my side as soon as something bumps me over… "Damn it…" I peer at the lion; spit drooling from his mouth. Where did he come from?

In daylight? They never attack in daylight… I take my stand slowly… I push him backward, and he shifts in a moan…

"Come on…" He lifts and charges for me again, my skin glides against his fur and he shifts backward moaning, he growls furiously.

"I don't have all fuc-ing day… come on!" He charges once more and I punch him harder… he shifts backward and charges for my… "Damn it, no you don't,"

A scream escapes as I clutch his mouth and force it open; he falls from my hands, dead… blood boils from my leg, "Damn it,"

Dizziness hits me instantly as soon as my leg caves in, it's been a while since this has happened. I have to find my home.

I cripple closer to the front door; the white moon hangs tightly in the night sky.

I slowly open the door and slam it shut behind me. No need for checking.

I need medical attention; I drag over to the cabins in the room's corner and search through them; I snatch the liquid and the needle and some bandage and alcohol.

I plug down on a metal chair and focus on the red substance leaking from my leg, I fill the needle with liquid and punch the needle into my leg, I clean my leg with alcohol and bandage it, "That should do it,"

The sound of footsteps fills my ears, "He must be in here Stain… Ethan," I flutter toward the voices outside, "Ethan," The door burst open and the footsteps rush over to me, "Ethan… can you hear me?"

I peer at her concerning blue, "Y-yeah…" Her warm palms cuff my cheekbones carefully, "Are you all right? What happened?" I pin my eyes, and rest my head, "Nothing, I'm f-fine,"

"You don't look fine to me," Her warmth disappears from my skin, "Stain, his leg…" I open them toward their rushing conversation and push my hands upward.

"I said I'm fine… I don't need fuc-ing help," I take my stand, dizzy, "Ethan," My knee caves in, "Damn it, or not… no, no, I'm fine," "I told you, Ethan, you don't look fine, let Stain help you,"

The moron helps me? No way, I rather die… "Fine…" I can't argue in the state I am; all I have is defeat…

"That should do it, whatever attacked you, screwed your leg up… wait… we saw a lion when we passed here,"

I peer at them, confused. What do they mean they saw the lion? If it's still, there… then something is wrong… "The lion was still there? Something is wrong,"

Their confusion glancing doesn't bother me, "What do you mean?" "Nothing followed you?" They glance at each other again, "We saw nothing…"

Immense footsteps stomp toward the doorstep, "Damn it, nothing huh?" Lixa slams the door shut, "Come on, Ethan, you can't fight in the state you are…"

I yank out of her grip, and force toward the front door, "It won't stop until we're dead…" "So, you're killing yourself, for what Ethan? This is insane,"

I glance at her, panicking, her hands hug her hips, "I can't die…" I yank the front door open, and wield my immense blades, I exhale my breath, peering at the saber before me.

"Come on, damn it," It bolts toward me, and my blade slices through his skin… I glance at more of them rushing my way… I sprint toward them, ignoring the tiresome building throughout me.

I jump around them, killing them one for one… "Oh, no, damn it," My knees crash against the ground, along with my blades.

"Ethan!" However, the last thing I remember, immense footsteps bouncing on the ground…

"Ethan, wake up, come on," Something wobbles underneath me; could it be a car? "Ethan," The wobbling turns to a rev.

I flutter to their conversation; my body feels as though they placed me back together, "Watch the road Lixa," "I know how to drive, damn it, Stain,"

Not him again. Why does he need to drag along? I can't stand this guy, "Ethan…" I flutter once again toward them.

"Lixa," Her blues peers at me through the minor mirror, "Ethan thank goodness, there's something you should know…"

First things first, check if everything is in working order… what the heck? "What the heck happened to me? You changed me?"

"They shredded some of your bionic parts big man, I tried my best to fix you," It could only be him; he did a sloppy job.

"Where did you get the medical equipment to do this?" They glance at each other, "In your house," What, I don't even trust those things, how can they assume it's what I use them for?

"No… are you out of your fuc-ing minds? those things are… infected," Both their eyes stretch at me, "What… why would you keep infected equipment in your drawer? What kind of idiot are you, big man?" Blank is all I have; I can strangle his dumb ass.

"Did you at least clean it first?" "Yes, we did Ethan," It still doesn't change the fact that they used infected equipment on me; I can't believe my life depended on such idiots.

"Why is it even there, big man?" "Just drop this okay," His stupidity faces in front, "I'm just asking…" "I don't give a shit, drop it,"

"All right you two, get over yourselves, two boys fighting over something ridiculous," "Ridiculous? You used infected fuc-ing equipment on me, how the fuc- is that ridiculous?"

Her black look doesn't scare me off, it annoys me rather, "All right Ethan… we get it, we're sorry okay, we didn't know you keep infected shit in your drawer… for some unknown reason… we tried to help you okay,"

I roll at them; I don't want to be in this car, I would rather walk and be alone than be with these two idiots who don't know the difference between infection and not���

"Ethan, where's your other home?" I stare sternly out the window; the jungle seems to end, "In the next city,"

I probably won't live that long to see my other homes… thanks to these two idiots. Sweat drops prickle my head, "Just keep driving…"

I glance at them throwing glances between each other, what's it with them? They seem to have this childish bond. "So, big man, what did you do before this… wreckage?"

What does he care about what I did? His stupidity cost me my life; I don't care if they tried to help me.