Isaac Smith,WIP

Having no idea if you were born or made for war and death makes you ponder if you’re even human, but as of now you walk into the room dripping in your own blood and kneeling before the person you killed praying their soul goes to haven. Your eyes gaze up with no emotion, they may have color but on the inside you’re dead; and you feel as if your soul is invisible and undefined. Yet they can read you like an open book, but as they start to read you; you can feel that this person has total control over you and command you like a dog. This may be a start but it’s not the end, as you notice out the corner of your eye. A small child is seen crying, that face is priceless as you start to tear up. Taking in the picture of her, changes you. Than the command to kill her is issued, but you can’t do it they then send in the person who can. Aiming the gun at her and pulling the trigger, her body now lies motionless on the ground.

“Black hour glass, our glass
Toast to clichés in a dark past
Toast to clichés in a dark past”

Walking over the radio turning the volume up, to the point of which it started to vibrate through the house. This song was bringing back the past, most people would have turned off the radio and went for a walk trying to forget that whole experience. Isaac blamed himself for his past, stepping into the shower. The warm clear droplets hit it the crown of his head in a spray that seemed endless, it was relaxing but he was in pain. He closed his eyes and began to invasion into his past.

“You’re never going to find me Isaac, we have played hide and go seek for the past hour and yet you have not even gotten close to my location”. The voice was a whisper but in Isaacs’s ear it was normal speech talk, it was taunting but yet playful. Walking in the black swap, his boots sunk into the dark mush; with each step he took. The sounds of crows, and other beast would growl and at his presence, as he was invading their territory. He looked around as he saw snakes slither up trees, their eyes glowing yellow, orange, red. It was almost terrifying to Isaac, but his fear made him want to press on; he walked deeper into the swap and started to sniff the air. The smell was less than pleasing this boy knew what he was doing, testing Isaac making sure he could not use his abilities at his full potential. “Mark, this is not funny anymore; things in this forest have the potential to hurt us. “

“You’re no fun Isaac, trust me if actual look for me you can find me. Now look around you, notice how things are out of place; for example the footsteps in the mud.” Mark was more observant, compared to how Isaac looked at things. That must have been the reason why Isaac was attracted to Mark one of the military privates of observation. He was clam but yet was intelligent enough, to know when a person was really trying. Isaac looked at the ground, it was mixed with his boot prints and Marks foot prints. He then closed his eyes and reopening them to notice the radio was playing another song, he stepped out the shower rapping the white tail around him. He had water dripping from his hair onto the floor and bath room sink. He looked at himself, this look was questioning; he wanted to know if he still was human. Looking into his reflections eyes, they glow a faint gold color.

Opening up the medicine cabinet to pull out, a pill to reduce the strain on the body from combat. This pills taste like shit, and make you want through up after taking one. Walking out with the towel around Isaac waist he flipped the bath room switch off making the apartment black into he reached the kitchen, he then took a glass from the dish rack and turned on the sink to fill the glass up with water. Its liquid started to take the shape of the glass; he put the pill in his mouth and took a sip of the water. Its taste was less than what he expiated it to be. I guess taking it every morning, since you were a child makes it taste null to you. He then noticed the clock on the wall, Isaacs eyes widened in shock. He then gulped down the rest of the water then run into the back room to put on some clothes, he forgot he had combat practice and his father was going to be pissed at him if was late.
He walked down stairs from his apartment; it was only a few yards away from his apartment on the military campus. They wanted to keep a close eye on one of their military projects, they wanted to test the limits of Isaac and try to push him to the full max and see if they can improve, they claim it was for the sake of knowledge. Isaac saw it as complete bull shit that he had little to no freedom, but they had total control over his life. Escaping was not going to be an option because they keep him monitored while on campus, even when he is out with friends.

Knocking on the iron door, Isaac notices that the camera in the corner of porch started turning in his direction. They really needed to make sure that it was him, only military professional where allowed in this section of the base. The door made a click and then was quickly opened, with a hand grabbing Isaac’s shirt soon pulling him inside with a grasp that would be hard to pull away from. He was soon searched, to make sure he did not have anything on him. They searched his bag also; pulling out his combat knife and gun. They looked him, glaring as to why and the hell he had them; “it’s for combat practice” he quick had to explain. He then repacked all his weapons and walked into the combat room, it was different faces in the complex today he also saw a few of the same less pleasing faces like his own father.

Isaac walked up the stairs to the second floor, he had special combat task for himself. It was in a regulated temperature climate room, it was to test Isaac’s adaptability to climate change. It could range from various temperatures; Isaac spent hours training in the climate room before he reached his limit. It was like a normal day, of training to Isaac but today something seemed off. Maybe it was because his father did not yell at him, or maybe it was because he had not seen Mark for about three hours both ways it was awkward. Isaac then decided it would be best to go back to his home, get dressed up and go out with Mark. When he walked down stairs he saw that a group of people were looking at the T.v monitor mounted on the wall. Their faces looked to be in shock of what they just saw or were reading, Isaac started to walk past without taking a glance, into he heard the words “ death of Dym “. It was a trigger that made Isaac stop in him place, and give the monitor his full undivided attention for a while. It was a truly a shock to hear it, it’s as if you did not want to believe it but facts are real.

A week after the death of Dym his twin brother became the main power/ god. It was different when Dym was dead; it seemed as if the whole city was put on hold. People believed that maybe it was best to take time to morn over the death, but to Isaac a person who he has never came in contact with. Did not really faze him it’s was just another bump in the road, of more hardships waiting to come. He just continued to act as if it did affect him. Mark was somewhat broken down about this whole event, that it made Isaac want to help him out. Due to the fact that he is in a relationship with Mark, it was something that they did not have to hide. It was just not approved of by Isaacs father, and his father told Isaac that if he did not listen to him. He was going to hurt the person that means the most to Isaac as of now, and Isaac was not going to allow that to happen. He sat in the apartment building with Mark watching the news, really watching anything that suited their fancy. He ended up spending the night, and leaving in the morning back to his place.

He started to walk back to his own place; it was about three years ago that his father found out about Isaac and Mark. Their whole relationship was kept in the dark, not because they had anything to hide it was just looked down up. Isaac was six teen and his father really did not know he was homosexually, neither did Isaac because of the whole military was his whole life thing kept him busy. It was more of a trial and error based thing, because Isaac would have never given Mark the time of day nor even have talked to him. It was Mark who made the first steps to becoming Isaac’s friend, with the day they first spared. It ended with Isaac on his back laid out on the floor, it was not the first time they spared but it was going to be the last. It was pointless for Isaac to continue fighting because he hated the military anyway. He had no social life unlike Mark, who had all the friends also had the parents who did not force him to join the military. It was maybe because Isaac was so different is what made Mark want to be his friend.

Sitting at the lunch table alone Isaac was looking down at this tray of shit they call food, sure for some of the other people this was food; maybe because Isaac has seen better or maybe because he was not hungry. It just was not appealing to him, so he just let it sit in front of him. He then looked up and saw this black haired fool sitting at the table. Isaac started to glare at him, questing why in the hell he was their; it was not that he would care if Mark sat in the seat it was more about the fact that he was never the person to make friends. This was just a big shock to Isaac and made his brain have to process it, he then opened his lips and the let the words slip out “Why are you here?” it may have seemed like a rude question to ask; but to Isaac this was a big motherfucking question. He sat with his eyes focused on this black haired boy; he waited for a replay to escape his lips. Mark started to glare back down the Isaac and said “this is where I wanted to sit, and you looked lonely “. Isaac darted his eyes away from Marks eyes, blushing at the reply. Mark just looked at Isaac as if he wanted to say something, but he just kept it to himself.

Isaac soon found himself getting up from the table to walk back to his apartment, and then a hand grabbed his wrist. He looked down his eyes gave off an enraged look, Mark smiled asking a question that normal Isaac would have said no to but if it was a chance to leave the base for any reason; Isaac was going to take the chance.
Arriving back at his apartment, Isaac throws his keys on the silver counter top and washed his hands. He looked in the cabinets and refrigerator for something to snack on; it was not really important to him what it was. He found left over noodles and decided to warm them up in the microwave; he then walked over to his radio. Plugging in his phone, it went through a random shuffle of songs before it played it the song Stay High by a singer. Isaac’s eyes widen when the singer started to sing.

“Can’t go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain”

This song was played the night, when Isaac and Mark went out so it had a lot of meaning to Isaac. It seemed to express Isaac feelings, and show how Mark had such a giant effect of him. It was also the night that his father found out that he was interested in Mark.

Walking in his black sweater up the street, it was snowing and Isaac could see his breath. It took on the form of white smog, and moved away from his lips with every breath he took. He saw Mark walking up; he was dressed in a blue jacket with a red scarf. He smiled in Isaac’s direction, Isaac just give him a cold shoulder and started to walk towards the center of the city. The lights of their city were impressive; it seemed to give off the effect of life, as if the city had its own life and was alive as long as its lights where still glowing. It could have been Dym who gave life to the city also, but who knows at their age everything is so imaginative.


known family:

John Smith - fifty - Military Commander