by leg » Sat Apr 28, 2018 5:59 am
Z A R A K I
when he first awakens, he sees darkness and nothing else.
he scrambles to sit up, head banging against an unknown ceiling and hands crinkling whatever sits beneath them. his nostrils are filled with the unpleasant smell of something that raises bile in his throat. it’s at that moment he realises his current residence is a garbage container. the man is unaware of his name or place in this world, but he recognises the familiar curl of anger in his stomach, the thrum of his quickening heartbeat. he clings onto the feeling like a mother and her newborn, cradeling it harshly in his chest.
it’s damn typical that he’s in a dumbass situation like this. jesus christ.
the unknown man with his unknown identity and unknown situation is taken aback. his mind is empty and distant, its only fuel the substance of fury, but he feels nostalgia by the sudden thought. uncertainty mingles in him (a new emotion) and he wonders what kind of man he is to feel a pull of familiarity by such negative emotions. he traces the eyepatch, his shocked hair with its funny bells, and the scar slithering over one side of his face. the man lifts the roof of his garbage container and stops wondering, the sudden daylight enough to take away his curiosity.
