Michael
OUT OF DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
Places like this always overwhelmed the nomad. Rolling hills (or barrows or whatever the hell you wanna call them. Tombs? Boxes for the dead? A waste of time?) made it tough for him to know which was he was going, where he would end up. Michael thrived in flat spaces with chaotic craigs and uneven horizons that were low to the sky. Hak Etme was GRAVELY (yes, Michael, we see what you did there) missed, and the longer he was apart from it, the more he wanted to go back to it.
But, strange things were happening there… and everywhere else. Giant trees with seed pods, The Family, void bullshit, invasions. He’d had just about enough of it, and every choice he made to try and ‘help’ or ‘survive’ only exhausted him more.
Didn’t actually make him feel better or offer him any sense of accomplishment.
And yet, here he was. Cresting the top of one of these god damn mounds so he could look down. See what he could see. If he looked far enough, he could see the purple haze in the distance. He squinted, wrinkled his nose. Made one hell of a FUCK THIS face, then glanced down.
And saw someone there.
A man crouched. Soil shifting, moving in front of him. No purple. No ‘notice me’ monotone voices. He side eyed him before he slowly made his way toward him. His own seed pod still crushed in a pocket. Hopefully he hadn’t completely destroyed it.
“Hey… you planting one of those seed pod things from the giant ass tree in the desert?”
But, strange things were happening there… and everywhere else. Giant trees with seed pods, The Family, void bullshit, invasions. He’d had just about enough of it, and every choice he made to try and ‘help’ or ‘survive’ only exhausted him more.
Didn’t actually make him feel better or offer him any sense of accomplishment.
And yet, here he was. Cresting the top of one of these god damn mounds so he could look down. See what he could see. If he looked far enough, he could see the purple haze in the distance. He squinted, wrinkled his nose. Made one hell of a FUCK THIS face, then glanced down.
And saw someone there.
A man crouched. Soil shifting, moving in front of him. No purple. No ‘notice me’ monotone voices. He side eyed him before he slowly made his way toward him. His own seed pod still crushed in a pocket. Hopefully he hadn’t completely destroyed it.
“Hey… you planting one of those seed pod things from the giant ass tree in the desert?”
YOU PULL THE TRIGGER YOURSELF
