5.1 Code: Eight

"stay focused..."
"everything will be ok..."
*cough*

"You're obviously scared, kid."
"That fear of dying, that's just natural"

A heavily wounded man drags himself as he treads the streets of a concrete forest, which is most would call a busy town. Different shades and hues of dazzling lights scatter like the smoke from the indefinite number of vehicles that pass by. The man, cold, hungry, and and obviously, uncomfortable, seemed crazy. He kept on talking to an unseen entity that seemed real to him. His face seemed to be unfathomably deep in thought, unlike the wholesome drizzle that gently grazed those who pass by the area.

"agh... What'd I do to deserve...this?"

"No, no, it's not your fault, kid. He was too strong for you, and we just can't persuade that guy"

"then whose was it? That person who didn't say anything when he needs things for himself? Him, who didn't ask for help when he needed it? The person who didn't talk when he needs to do it...is me. It's all because of my own selfishness... *cough*

"and you...the very same person that waits, but always gets left behind anyways?"
"...You're both idiots"

"stop...stop... *cough*... Don't go there...or..."

"...And the person that makes excuses for himself, and hides his real thoughts when asked?"

The sky turns from gray to it's darkest shade, and the trickles now pelt with such ferocity. The muddy ground and sewage water intertwined, and now floods the vehicle-infested highway.

Tall and in his pre-adult years, he sulked as he traversed the light-filled road. His coat, which he wore specifically for the day, became a soaked sponge. His footwear was in disarray, and his hair had lost its sheen along with the weather.

"... Huh.. I'd wager I won't make it there anyways.."

*cough*
*cough*

"You're an idiot, y'know that?"

"yeah... You're right... But that doesn't change anything, does it?"

"Preeeetty much"

"I though I'd love to see that face again, but..."

"But you're an idiot, yeah?"

"I just wish that everyone's ok..."

"That's not it. Stop caring about what other people do and start living your own."

"I...*cough* *cough* "
"now listen to me... You've been with me since that day, but don't think this will end like this... "

"You're right... But know this, that when I find another host, you'd still be alive...just not with that jellybag you people use"

"I'm sorry that I'm such a pathetic choice... I couldn't do away with leaving the 'Black March' without getting hit by the hemopoison."
"no...*cough* I have to... make sure... *cough*
"Damn it! If I only..."
"I'm sorry, au *cough* but I think we've reached the end of the line"

The man stopped, and sat down on his butt. He was profusely bleeding, and went worse as he tried to avoid the rain. His hands were frozen with fear and pain, whilst soaked in blood. However, he managed to reach his chest. He reached for the items in his coat. He first took out a test tube filled with a dark red fluid, which piques one's curiosity. Next, he took out a conspicuous rock. It was red, same as the fluid, but it's backside was green like veins. The man poured the fluid on the rock, and grinned.

"I guess I lost this bet, didn't I?"
"null restriction mechanism, code eight"
"August... Find a new hope..."
*cough*
"I now renounce my position as the bearer of the eighth stone, 'August' "
"*cough* Earnest... I wish you luck.. And farewell..."

The man tossed the rock into the air. The rock went airborne for a while, but never came down, and instead, flew away to a different direction.

"They're here...*cough*"

Moments later, a swarm of military men had surrounded him, guns pointed. One military man went up front, and gazed at him with much fury.

"Richard H. Sagese"

"You are hereby under arrest for disrupting peace, and charged as the criminal for the incident eight years ago, known also as the 'Bloody August', which killed ten thousand civilians, as well as military men, including damage to property"

Richard didn't seem fazed about his sentence. Instead, he smiled, and gazed upon the darkened clouds. He laid down, flat on his back, and finally gave a big sigh.

"you ain't getting my friend from me."
"he's a jerk, but at least he didn't leave me, unlike the dogs you serve"

As soon as Richard finished his rambling, he had breathed his last sigh. He coughed for the last, and finally, reposed.