I saw my dad again. While on a run. I was bringing up the back so I just ran towards him, no one even noticed I’d left. That should have been my first clue.
He seemed to be getting farther and farther away and I just kept running after him. Climbed the fence at the end of the facility yard. I’m surprised it wasn’t electrified or anything, but in hindsight it makes perfect sense. On the other side of the fence my dad had stopped.
I called out to him, but he just stood there, silent as the grave, and extended his arms as if inviting me for a hug. I almost closed the gap between us, driven by my childhood obsession with finding my father, but I was an adult now. He had shit to answer for. I stood my ground and asked him where he’d been all this time. What he’d been doing. Why he’d just up and left.
And he kept standing there, arms out wide. Such bullshit. I should have known better by now.
“Embrace Him.” That’s all the guy said before he came out of nowhere and tackled me. “Embrace Him.” It was like some fucking mantra. Fortunately, I’d learned something from those combat sessions and was at least able to avoid him. Adrenaline must have really been pumping (plus the guy who attacked me was pretty underfed) because I managed to knock him into my “dad”.
Who then shimmered and became my mom before turning into some tall punk in a gasmask. I could only assume that since Mom was dead that I’d come face-to-face with The Reaper.
I heard those bastards coming up from the facility in their jeep. They’d been expecting this too. I was pissed. I was angry. I was so angry I reached for the Reaper and
Well, that power came out of nowhere and him and his little buddy were gone. Probably ran off back to his “realm” or whatever. Bastard.
The suits picked me up, asked what I was doing outside the fence, I didn’t even answer. There’s no point.
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