In Silence, an immortal rain fanfic

In Silence
By: Starlight – x1

Ba-dump.

Darkness surrounded him. The only sound was that of a beating heart, his heart. He was surrounded by nothingness, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. Time had become an elusive concept that floated away from him whenever his mind tried to grasp it. The only change to his existence of nothingness was the sound of a voice that floated in and out at random.

"Hello Rain."

It was a child's voice that held none of the joy, excitement, or expectation a child possessed. Inside of those words was an endless stream of past lives, knowledge, weariness, and despair. Despair ruled; he couldn't shut it out.

"What shall we do today?" The voice was mildly curious. "Play a video game? Cards? I've got everything."

There was a pause and he sank deeper into the darkness around him. His eyes stared unseeing ahead.

"Maybe we should read a book. Sharem buys a ton of them everyday." There was a rustling as book pages slid against each other. "Here look at this. I want to take you here someday, we'll fish and lay on the sand." There was a thoughtful pause. "I think I've been to a place like this before but I can't remember where. There probably aren't any places like that anymore." There was dull thud and the rustling of paper.

"Rain, aren't you gonna try to escape? Did you give up?" There was slight interest in the voice. "You can't you know. The ichor we gave you can stop an angel. You can't move a finger." Yuca switched subjects smoothly, his words cutting like a knife. "Do you think it was cruel that we put her heart in your chest?"

He tried to shut the words out but they kept flowing.

"We could just use human sentimentalism and say she'll live on inside of you." There was a chuckle. "That's no comfort, dead is dead." A pause. "That girl you protect so diligently, she's still alive." Another chuckle that sounded somewhat self depreciating. "You're so strong. Really I thought you'd have given up by now. But you still have something to protect. I guess you're not going to let me win so easily." There was another pause. "Next, shall we use her heart?"

The next words all flew past him in a blur. He would remember and go over them later. Now he sat arrested by that one single sentence. "Next, shall we use her heart?"

Machika.

He could see her, blonde hair messed, blue eyes laughing or, as he'd last seen them, filled with tears. Then he saw her, eyes blank and staring, chest opened and bloody, her heart missing and placed inside his chest just like Freya's had been.

The door to the room clicked shut as Yuca left. The black nothingness descended around him again. But it wasn't the same. Now he saw flashes of Machika, determined, stubborn, vulnerable Machika.

Words came to him, drifting lazily along in the turmoil of his mind.

"I'll make you just like me. Then you'll understand my pain. I want to destroy the world with kind hands, like those of God."

But not Machika, please, not Machika.

Something else intruded on his nothingness, a wetness sliding down his face. It took him a moment before he realized he was crying. Everything vanished, leaving him alone with his tears.