【Shine】Vital

Located in the wasteland on the outskirts of the imperial capital, there are still abandoned medical buildings, which are gray in decay, with layers of green vines wrapped around steel bars, and the gray-white section of the building traps a small pond, even in the daytime, it has a gloomy atmosphere atmosphere.Enkidu was very familiar with the surrounding area, so familiar that he could draw the outline of every plant and tree with his eyes closed.

He walked to the dry fountain, where dead leaves and ants made their homes, and thin dust adhered to the stone surface. There should have been a moist spring here, and from different angles, you could see tiny rainbows and the water reflecting sunlight.

Blackened blood was hidden in the cracked floor tiles.

Enkidu stood where he was, suddenly not knowing how to face it, a string in his head seemed to be jumping and bouncing, and it hurt and swollen.

"What are you doing?" Gilgamesh called to him, "Come here."

He raised his head and saw the sentinel standing in front of the main entrance of the hospital. The slanting sunlight cast a long shadow behind him, and his blond uplifted hair was as strong and dazzling as gold.

"...I'll be right over." He relaxed, a smile even appeared on the corner of his mouth, and walked quickly towards Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows, flicked his forehead, and said calmly.

"I'm here, what are you worried about?"

"..."

#This Terrible Boyfriend Force#

#Everyday is teased by my boyfriend#

Enkidu found that the bullet screens in his head have become more and more frequent recently, and his emotions have become more complicated and richer, all thanks to this sentinel.

"Let's go." Gilgamesh walked into the hospital with his hands in his pockets.

It was as if someone's voice was surrounding him.

Enkidu paused, glanced at Gilgamesh's straight back, and continued to move forward.

There seems to be a mechanical ticking of an instrument next to my ear.

The wheelchair was twisted and raised at the feet like smoke, and the withered potted plants also sprouted young leaves as if they were revived. The voices of the nurses' conversations fluctuated from far to near, and the smell of disinfectant gradually became stronger.

My head hurts like it's about to burn.

He quickened his pace, stepped forward and grabbed Gilgamesh's wrist.

He was sure that his complexion was not very good now, cold sweat was rolling down the corner of his forehead, and there were groups of blurred lines in his vision, as if someone ordered him with a cold tone, and countless noises overlapped and impacted.

Gilgamesh glanced at him, didn't say anything, and held his palm with his backhand, the scorching heat was transmitted from the place where the skin touched, leading him forward.

They passed through the old and dilapidated wards, and countless distorted phantoms tried to catch Enkidu. They rushed towards him ferociously, but they were all blocked by the momentum of the sentries, unable to get close to him in the slightest.

Enki was aware that this was his hallucination.

The female scholar wearing glasses looked at him coldly.

"--Defective products."

The saint's smile is peaceful and peaceful.

"You are my important person, and I want to protect you."

The gray-haired old man was bent over.

"You are my proudest, best finished product, perfect, as God made..."

The palm continuously sent heat, and the cold palm was also ironed and started to heat up, forming the only reality that connected him with the world.

"Squeak-"

The old door was pushed open with a crumbling warning.

A blank, huge laboratory stood in front of him.

The stiff machine lay quietly in place, the dusty dust danced slowly with the wind, and the right side was sealed by the wide experimental tank soaked in liquid, like a silent farce.

Enkidu opened his eyes wide—

[He opens his eyes—]

Breathing becomes rapid--

[The excited old man looks up at him through the experimental glass. ]

Unable to stand, even the blood is trembling.

["Look! My work is finally finished!"]

Gilgamesh noticed something strange, pulled him in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"Enkidu?"

[The excited tone infects all experimenters.The old man took off his medical mask and stared at him tremblingly. ]

"Enkidu—?!"

["My test product is alive!"]

Enkidu shook his body, and the chaotic spirit roared in his mind.

[The old man looks at him with longing and fanaticism, "You are my most proud and best finished product, perfect, as created by God...]

[So, you must..."]

Someone is calling his name.The only voice that can reach his heart.

[——"You must, become a human being."]

"Enkidu!"

He gave a jolt, and his brain organized operations in an instant, his sight received information processing, and his five senses regained their proper physical sense.

Gilgamesh frowned and held his shoulder, pulling him back to his sanity with a lot of force.

He muttered to himself.

"Shammut..."

"what?"

"……Defective products."

Enkidu couldn't find the focus of his sight, and poured out incoherent words in a trance.

"They... I am a defective product, so they have to deal with me... Then Shamut, they had a quarrel... The bishop said it was against the will of the gods, Shamt disagreed, I couldn't understand their reason... After that, after that, Shammut said he was going to take me away..."

The wind whistling in his ears, Enkidu never knew that Shamut could run so hard.

The moon is big and round, and it flickers to illuminate the road under our feet.

He didn't know what to say, and had no desire to speak.Having orders and following them is the meaning of his birth.

Shamut led him around the guards, stumbling into the shadows, gasping for breath.

"I, I will protect you..." Panting heavily, she stared into his unwavering eyes as if swearing, "I will definitely protect you."

Enkidu tilted his head slightly, his long hair slipped from his shoulders.He didn't understand what Shammut meant.Shamut, who couldn't even lift a sword, said to protect him. What is "protection"?

Subtle sounds came from all around.

They were discovered.

The heavily guarded laboratory sent elites to take back their test items, and Shamut, who had exhausted all the details, was still seen through by the bishop, and sent soldiers to catch them all.

In the courtyard of the hospital, they were surrounded tightly, and all the soldiers pointed their weapons at the people in the center.

"As a saint, you try to go against the teachings and the will of the gods, saint, what can you do? Hmph, you are beyond your control. Enkidu, come here."

The bishop ordered negatively, and the puppet walked towards him without hesitation, but was held back by the hand.

Shammut took his wrist, begging.

"No...you can't go there, you will be killed."

"I want to obey the order." Enkidu hesitated for a moment, even he didn't know why, and wiped away her tears, "Don't cry."

Shammut looked at him.

The puppet's eyes were as usual, empty and clean, as clear as glass, when looking at him, it was like looking at a flower, with a slight warmth.

Yes, he has always had this look.

Shammut smiled sadly.

She finally discovered how deadly the slight shake in her heart was when Enkidu first looked at her.

—a wavering enough to kill her.

"I want...to protect you." She murmured in a low voice, "You are the only one who makes me feel that this world is meaningful...There are countless beautiful things that exist, and I can live..."

She smiled slightly, like a flower in full bloom.

"Don't go there, stay with me."

"...Is this an order?" Enkidu looked at her with slight doubts.

She shook her head.

"This is not an order, because you are not a tool, nor a puppet - I will never order you, this is a request, to ask you to live, to live like a human being."

"Enkidu, come here, this is an order."

The bishop said gloomily, signaling the sentinel to prepare the anesthesia gun and get ready to go.

The body was driven forward by invisible lines, but the subconscious made him stop, unable to move.

"Enkidu, come here," the bishop said threateningly.

Shammut watched, smiling with tears on his cheeks.

"Ah, I already know your answer." She said softly, "Let's run away, don't listen to their orders, you take me away, we go to a deserted forest, there are birdsong and streams, green grass surrounds us side, will not be used by anyone again. You and I live there, like ordinary human beings."

Her tone was so gentle, it was like praying in a low voice with drooping eyelids in the morning, and the warm sunlight shrouded her body with a holy color.

——Blood flowers bloomed on her body.

"...!"

Enkidu's wide-open pupils reflected Shamut's slowly falling figure.

The bishop put down his hands and looked at him coldly and tiredly.

"Disobedient tools are not needed by the Religion. Puppet, come here, this is the last order for you, otherwise, you will also be dealt with."

Shamut fell to the ground, and the sharp knife was retracted by the sentry on standby. A large amount of blood spilled from her wound and spread along the floor tiles to Enkidu's feet.

There was a smile on her cheek, but her eyes were closed, Enkidu swayed, and all the voices went away from him for a moment——

He walked over and bent down to touch the blood that slowly spread on the floor tiles. The scalding heat seemed to scald his fingers, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

He touched Shammut's eyes again, but left a bright red mark in the corner of her eye.This red is so dazzling that even the moon is dyed red.

"Ah... ah..." Like a wounded beast, he suddenly didn't know how to speak, and could only squeeze out a broken cry from his throat.

The chaotic sounds and pictures rushed into the brain in an instant.

"I want to protect you" "You must" "Defective product" "It has to be dealt with" "The saint's fault" "Tools have feelings" "It's just tools and playthings anyway" "The hypocritical saint" "Imperfect Doll", "defective product", "the saint who is just a plaything", "kill her", "the disobedient thing must be destroyed", "recreate a weapon", "destroy", "destroy", "kill her"...

Everything faded away in an instant, only two voices stayed in my mind very clearly.

"I will protect you." - "You must, become a human being."

"..."

Enkidu stood up, looked around mechanically, blood was reflected in his empty eyes.

He walked slowly towards the bishop, who frowned and motioned for the sentries to surround him vigilantly.

"This is an order, Enkidu, hold still."

He stopped, dazed and motionless.

The sentinel stepped forward holding the anesthetic needle, and before he could touch him, he screamed and wailed!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

Blood splattered all over his body, Enkidu raised his hand, and it pierced his chest like lightning.

He threw the sentry out, raised his head indifferently, and continued to move forward.

Killing intent and sharp blades surrounded him and attacked him overwhelmingly. Hearing the screams, the doctors and research institutes who came from the hospital raised their anesthesia guns and surrounded him. The whole hospital was brightly lit, and the crowd rushed towards him.

—Shammut smiled and said to him, "I want to protect you."

Enkidu didn't slow down, he just waved his hand, and he turned his spirit into a knife and ax to split the nerves of the brain from a distance beyond his arm's reach.Countless howls and mournful cries sounded, and blood merged into a stream and gurgled from where he passed.Just like the heavens also began to be afraid of this tool made by humans, and covered the moon with layers of dark clouds, leaving the lights not far away to shine on the ground covered with bloody limbs, and many corpses fell silently.

The obedient puppet actually rebelled——

The bishop fell to the ground in astonishment and opened his mouth in disbelief.

He flinched and begged for mercy, tears filling his fat face.

"Please... please let me go... I, I won't, I will let the God Cult not kill you...!"

Enkidu raised his hand, his expression as indifferent as ice.

——The old man warned him, "You must, become a human being."

The last splash of red rose and fell.

Enkidu stood in a sea of ​​blood, the black sky hung over him, his hands were stained with blood, but there was no emotion in his heart, he was neither suffering nor sad, there was only a void, a huge dark void .Heavy blood stains soaked through his clothes, washed over his body, and the dim light cast a dark and long shadow in front of him. He stood upright with his head bowed, a drop of blood slipped from the corner of his eye.

"...I'm a tool, I can't become a human..."

He murmured, with an indifferent expression, like a blood-stained statue, neither sad nor happy.

"...There is no way... to become a human..."

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