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Aucune Raison

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"Guh... guh... guh..."

A single figure stood in the field of poppies. Red poppies... were they his favorite?

"Guhh..."

The cool wind blew south, softly pressing the still one's back. The flowers swayed, back and forth, spreading their seeds and pollen. The cycle of life... was he part of it?

"Gr... gr... gr..."

The yellow Sol shined at its peak, without wisps of white near. The heat gently warmed the graceful poppies. Still the silent man stood in the field. Still... could he not feel?

"Grrr..."

A statue, he seemed. Not a move he twitched nor a breath he took...

"Grah. Grah."

 
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Aucune Raison

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Naked, he was. And his skin was pure and pale, as though he had never worn a single cloth, and the great light coming on him was his first. His hair was a shining yellow, as if it was stolen from Sol's rays. His body was tall, lean, and defined, which made one wonder if the gods had crafted him from marble. He gave the appearance of a newborn fully grown, birthed from Hera.

"Grah..."

Time had seemingly forgotten this field, leaving it as a scene of perfection.

"Grey."

Beautiful as it was, the man seemed strangely... foreign to the world. Not just the world, but the physical plane. His very presence overshadowed the land. It was... unnatural. His spirit engulfed the entirety of life, and beckoned it to become it.

"The Grey."




A virus within the cosmos.
 
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Another creature rose from the flowers nearby, though whether it had been there the whole time, or if it had appeared in that space from elsewhere, there was no way to know.

It's face and arms were bandaged, wrapped competly in them like some egyptian nightmare from ages past. A brown coat adorned it's shoulders, left sleeve rolled up, zipped up and fastened tight.

It's matted brown hair seemed hung ominuously over it's 'face' as it stood still, seeming to study the creature before it, though it was difficult to tell, everything that could indicate emotion covered in bandages. Shifting noises came from beneath it's coat, like rocks rolling over one another, scraping.

It continued to study this enigmantic being, sculpted as he was, and somehow... out of place. As if he was drawn in pen, and the rest of the world in crayon. He was... sharper, more clearly defined, then he should have been, yet at the same time, that sharpness seemed to blur as he moved.

The bandaged figure's hands slowly closed, and clenched into fists, as the shifting noises turned more into grunts, almost femenine sounding, yet definatly startled, perhaps a warning.
 

Aucune Raison

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"The Grey..."

The murmuring had grown slowly louder. It was though his mind was waking from a long trance. His bright blue eyes widened and closed, over and over, until, like time's freeze had finally shattered, he turned his entire body towards the being that had caught his attention. The peaceful summer breeze turned into a violent arctic wind, shaking the serene red poppies almost to a breaking point, but then ended as quickly as it had began.

The great figure focused its sharp eyes on the strange intruder. It had an appearance of some ancient walking dead, with thick bandages covering its arms and face, and a large brown coat. Its face was covered by a mess of dirt-colored hair, so it was unknown whether the thing was returning the deep stare.

"GREY!"

 

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He kept his mouth ajar after the tremendous bellow, revealing perfectly straight pearly teeth. The thing had disturbed his tranquility, it had ruined the scene. It would be dealt with swiftly.

He lifted up his left foot, to the shiver of the collective field. Moving it forward, he pressed it firmly down onto the ground, which caused the flowers to shake. He repeated this with the right foot, and the same occurred. He had formed a system of walking, though it was inhuman, with every lift of the leg, and every step he made, being perfectly precise. He moved slowly towards the creature, each step causing the ground to react, and with each lifting of the foot he moaned

"Grey..."

until he was but a yard away from the intruder. When he stopped, the field immediately settled. The man reverted to his original statue-like stance. It was as if he had never moved.

"The Grey... is here..."
 

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It was upon the sight of the two seemingly perfect enteties that had enraged the altered mind of the man walking, or rather stumbling, through the plants beneath him. With each step he noticed the smell of burning and the tint of green that many would call emerald. The man could only stop and stare at the one of perfection as he moved towards to the other. The sight of the being before him enraged him for nothing of perfection could exist. The drunk young man stumbles closer to the two but halts himself just meters from the others.

With the sudden still the man draped in a coat of black that reaches down to the plants below takes a hefty gulp from a metal flask once hidden within a pocket. The burn of the liquor flows down his throat and into the confines of his stomach where it would start the process to put him into an even greater drunken state.

It's upon the return of the flask that the drunkard rolls the sleeves of his jacket to his elbows to hide the emerald flames that run from the hem. He raises his fists into the air before him in hopes of a fight, thanks to his enraged state of mind. This single act sends his body into a state of no balance and results in his face landing into the grass before him.
 

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The bandaged creature backed away, cautiously. Behind it, an eye opened in thin air, and the pupil expanded to reveal a hole in space. The creature backed into it, and the eye closed, taking it's occupant with it.

"Don't lay around."

A hand grabbed the collar of the black-cloaked interloper who had stumbled, dragging him to his feet. A white-haired youth stood beside him, clad in a pair of black jeans, combat boots, and a white jacket, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, left open, no shirt beneath, to reveal his bare chest.

"We're in this together, you and I." The white-haired newcomer said, narrowing his eyes. So this naked, sculpted being was the target? From what he'd seen it lacked even the ability to form coherant words, save one. He was reminded of a children's cartoon of his race, in which the characters or 'monsters' could only utter their own name. How his species derived pleasure from such a ridiculous concept was beyond him.

A pre-emptive strike, they'd called it. He didn't care how they dressed it up to justify it to themselves. The same devout catholic general, a strong opposition to stem cell research, was the one who'd issued the order for him to destroy this being who'd just become a part of this world. Ironic how morales, to his people, well relative to the situation. If undeveloped featuses could kill them, no doubt they'd have already cured cancer.

Still, they spoke, and he answered. He was but their pawn, and he knew it.

"There's really nothing to say." He addressed the creature, the 'Grey'. "I'm going to take your life from you. It's what my species do, you see. We take like. When there's no other species around to kill, we start to take the lives of our own. We can't help it. It's just our nature. I only hope, as I suspect, that you arn't yet self aware. It'll make this easier for me to do... if you never knew you were alive in the first place."

The bitterness and resent in his voice was obvious. His fists clenched as he spoke. But this was the task given to him, and so he would fulfil it.

There were no words left to him. Dropping back into a guarded stance, hands raised ahead of him, he began to draw breath, the red poppies surrounding them swaying towards him, in a reverse ripple, his body the center, as oxygen was pulled from the air around him.
 
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