The intercom went on again,
“ SATSUKI! YOU OK”? I looked back up at the tower and waved. My arms were killing me. The air changed in the area, the scent of Moon phaser blood no longer filler the air. I suppose they finished them off. What a waist of my efforts, what exactly was the reason I changed into this form for. Was there no reason? Or maybe it was a fluke. A sharp pain spread through my body. My arms and legs were twitching, my head was throbbing. During that time I did not know that I had past out.
I had a very odd dream, I was in my old home, my adoptive parents were there, so was my older brother. Now that I thought about it we were very close weren't we. Older brother was an ordinary young man. He went to collage like a normal person should. The whole family sat together during dinner and the food was cooked by mother. I remember the taste of each dish. I was kind of happy during those times.
To eat with a large group of people, to able to live under a secured roof, to be protected by many people that care for you. And all the while I felt no care or compassion of love for any of them. Even though I was happy. The happy moments only lasted for a while, before I knew it the flash back of the virus that changed our happiness happened in the blink of an eye. I remember each of my family members infected bodies. Cries of my mother who cooked for us, the screams and groans from our strong father, the sever coughing of my grandparents, the banging of my older brother hitting his head against the wall. In a weird way, I felt no pain. I only watched their suffering. Being so young to witness so much, had not so much effect on me.
The dream continued it's spiral of madness. I felt like falling. I was running away from something...but what. I kept running and panting. Running in all directions, it was dark there was no specific background or scenery. Just pitch darkness. I thought this dream would be never ending.