In waiting of Viel

Chapter 7 Wings

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A. Tell Al to stay

I tried my best to get rid of this inexplicable bondage.

Try to yell, "Al, I don't want you to leave!"

I was surprised by my own actions, and then I saw Al turn around.

Alfred hugged me.

He said, "I will be with you. Let's escape together."

"Yeah." My voice slowly became weaker.

It seems that an inexplicable strange feeling enveloped me, and I was so sticky that I couldn't move.

It was as if a hand had grabbed my heart, and slowly clenched it.

I feel that my life is in the palm of others, and that hand seems to be slowly loosening.

The oppressive feeling finally slowly disappeared completely.

I slowly lose consciousness.

Even if he would be in danger, he still wanted Al to stay by his side, even though it was a bit selfish.

But I think Al will also understand me, after all, we are in love, if we would rather separate the two places, I can't imagine what it would be like for Al to leave me, maybe Al will adapt, but I won't.

I don't know if it's because of my distorted personality, but I think it's a good choice to keep Al by my side. I thought so at first.

Then Al and I disappeared into the country.

I went to many places.very many.

Al and I switch identities, and sometimes we don't even have enough to eat. I don't need food and sleep, but Al does.

It pained me to see Al's skinny appearance.

Can I, who is so selfish and even self-centered, really be able to accompany Al well?

I never thought I would be cornered like this before.

They finally found us.

They locked us in a dark basement. Al was whipped with a whip soaked in salt water for a long time. I really wanted to hug Al and torture him, but my hands and feet were imprisoned, and I couldn’t do anything except struggling and making the sound of chains being pulled. arrive.Al and I went without food or drink for about two days after this.

I can't think of any way out of jail.

If only I had wings, even small, ridiculous looking ones.

In this way, Al can be taken out of here.

A place where there is no pain, no scars.

Isolated from the world.

God, please let Al live if you can.

All are punishments for Alfred, but in my eyes, they are all punishments for me.

I looked at the dying Alfred beside me, and the despair in my heart suddenly reached its limit. Even if I was the only one being judged, I would not want to see Al suffer such abuse for me.

Even if he will die as a living body.

In a trance, I saw a vague figure, "If you die, then Captain Alfred will not be punished, and we will take back the punishment for Alfred."

"I am willing, I am willing for Al." I replied directly without thinking about it.

I seem to hear Alfred's struggling voice beside me. Because he can't speak, Alfred can only make some basic struggles.

My heart hurts as if being grabbed.

"I can do anything." I closed my eyes and compromised, "Death is nothing, I just want Al to live well."

"Thank you for your understanding, this is not our intention." The man bowed in front of me, and then backed out.

"Al, I'm sorry." I wanted to get closer to Al, but somehow I tripped and fell on the cold, wet and dirty ground. I reached out and wanted to touch Al's face.

"Al, I'm sorry..." I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I love you, Alfred." I tried to reach out, only to find that my elbow was broken along with the joint. "Live well."

"Al, live well." These were the last words I said to Al.

In a hazy state of consciousness, I seemed to be dragged out of the basement by someone.

The sound of huge iron chains and shackles was heard next to it, as if it was restraining a beast.

But I was brought out anyway.

My eye straps were finally undone, my hands were tied to the execution rack, and I was kneeling on the ground.

Gunshots, and wind.

I seem to hear Alfred's voice, but it doesn't matter now, I can't bring Al anything by Al's side, only pain to him.

So what is the meaning of my existence like this?

I just think it's a joke to be so stupid.

I'm lost, and there's no reason for me to exist.

At the end of my life, I seem to see white feathers around me.

God, please let Al live well.

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After I was taken away, there were still two days before I was executed, and 'I' fell asleep for just two days because of being anesthetized.

National researchers conducted a comprehensive body survey on 'I', including 'My' mechanical body.

In order to study the so-called artificial man.

At the same time, Al was released and restored to the rank of captain in the army. Alfred had been trying to prevent my death.

Cloning technology is more powerful than I imagined.

I survived as a clone, in order to prevent Alfred's riot, I was a clone to take that person's place.

Although I know I can never be someone's replacement.

Maybe, but after countless times of brainwashing, I still can't forget, can't forget that my memory.

This is more disgusting than the threat of death at any time.

The meaning of my existence is worse than scum.

so.On a certain day, I gave up the pretense, and I confessed everything to Alfred.

Alfred had no expression on his face.

But the low air pressure around him made me feel dangerously oppressed.

Maybe he already knew everything, because he didn't show me any kindness all the time.

The country was completely overturned after that.

I later learned that Alfred had been preparing for the rebellion a long time ago, and the rebellion initiated by the army came faster than ever before.

I just knew it was a bloody battle.

I saw Alfred covered in blood, and Alfred was still expressionless.

Rust smell.The pungent smell of disinfectant.

He hugged me and whispered in his ear, "Don't talk."

Alfred became the president of the new country.

He sentenced all relevant personnel of the Institute to death for being involved in violating international humanitarianism.

The person who was the clone material was preserved.

Even I can feel the man's crazy persistence.

However, only at this time, Alfred's side face looked particularly lonely.

I can't feel the loneliness and loneliness.

At home, Alfred also kept his distance from me.I'll remind him of that 'me', the one I don't know.

Maybe he is like an angel in his heart.

Lovers with white wings.

Alfred occasionally dines with me.

He ordered me not to speak.His soliloquy.

He would occasionally say something to me that I didn't understand: "Do you know why I know you're not him?"

I shook my head.

"Because he'll call me Al, not Alfred."

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