The Zetta Sonic
Shattered Ice

Alex is running again. But, it wasn't him. I don't know when Alex has started to lose her. Something used his body to do all those moves. Again, he was in the back seat not in the driver's seat.

The hand moved quickly, beating every threatening animal. The foot crossed the stone floor without a hitch. The body moved nimbly in various directions to fight the enemies. His eyeballs rolled, capturing the shadow of every animal that tried to injure him. Then, the scene rolled on to the fears of the animals. And, how loudly Alex yelled, the sound that came out was just a growl.

He let himself out of control. Again.

He finally stopped. He felt tired even though his body said different things. His feet were still standing firmly on the stone floor. His breathing was hunting, his chest was rising up and down rapidly. Surprisingly, instead of being tired, his body felt very healthy. He could still beat up a few more herds if he wanted to.

Behind those eyeballs, Alex's heart languished. This was not the condition he expected. The animals were lying on the stone floor. Some were bleeding, some were trembling, some were no longer moving, some were shedding tears. The droplets slid down his cheeks to the ground. It was like a little ice. Alex is no longer struggling because he knows it won't work.

Alex can only whisper to apologize. That doesn't mean it.

The body turned. In front of him, now lay a stone staircase with a small at the end. He stepped leisurely, passing the animals that were lying randomly. His body stopped seeing an animal lying in front of him. Without hesitation, the leg kicked him hard. The barrier has disappeared. The lips bring a smile. Then, the hand pulled off the covering cloth on his shoulder and threw it away.

In his heart, Alex begged that there was a barrier between him and the small building. He has lost his team, he has also lost Jason, he has even lost a cloth that should have been a sign of respect. He doesn't want to lose himself, either. Alex can't scream. He could only plead inwardly while trying to close his eyes tightly.

On the last rung of stairs before heading for the small building, Alex is startled by a roar from behind. He also turned. There is an animal that can stand. This animal runs even though it stumbles, passes through itself, then puts itself in between and a small building.

Alex nodded in disbelief.

The animal was injured. His feet were bleeding, and so was his mouth. The body trembled, unable to stand up straight. His tail is drooping. However, his eyeballs said something else. The black eyeball looked at Alex fixedly with a full of threat. The sight did not make him move.

Enough's enough!

Alex rebelled this time. No matter how hard it is to get himself back, Alex doesn't give up. Not this time. He was tired of seeing himself hurt and hurt. He was disgusted at himself. He would not allow his body to be used to kill animals in front of him. Nah!

His voice started to come out. Alex recognized the sound of his own screams overcoming the grunts that had been mastered. His body was trembling because of Alex himself. Whatever the other person in her was doing was starting to fail. The foot was about to step, but now it was just trembling. The hand had been stretched forward, but now it was moving randomly in the air.

“Enough! Enough!” Alex's voice was heard. “I don't want to kill! Enough's enough! Enough already!”

The screams kept repeating. His heart feels twisted. His eyes were wet with tears and his nose was bleeding. He's nosebleed again. But Alex doesn't care.

His knees were the first to give up. As soon as the animal releases its bite, Alex falls to his knees. Then his body, his head. Then, his world disappeared again.

This time, the darkness came for quite a while. Inside, there was another figure of Alex. Alex's figure with green eyes, wrathful look, canine teeth, and pale skin. The figure tried to pounce on Alex but failed. The animals he was fighting ran from behind him. The animals hit another Alex. Then the view stopped again.

Alex blinked when the sun was no longer shining brightly. He was greeted by a reddish orange glow from the sky. The atmosphere was not as bright as before, it began to darken. The voices that exist are just the friction of the leaves. There was a strange smell that he did not like. As Alex pulls herself to sit, she realizes instead of just being surrounded by pain. He was surrounded by animals.

Perish.

Her tears flowed unstoppably. It happened again. His body only hurt and hurt. He's no different than Damon. He's monster. Alex sniffles. Crying out loud until the sound no longer comes out. Throat hurts. Alex hasn't cried like that in a long time. No. gabe. It might even be the first time.

He not only feels guilty. He feels like a failure. He should have stopped himself. The world would be better off without a monster like Zetta Sonic. He no longer deserves to live. But will he just stay there?

After a few minutes or long hours, Alex stopped. The surroundings are dark. It is dark perfectly. If he could see, it was only by the help of the moon far above his head and the dim glow of red stripes. Then, he looked at the cloth Bounura had given him. That should be a sign of respect.

Alex stepped on gontai. The pain in his body need not be explained. He needed to take great pains to reach for the cloth. He held the cloth to his chest. Although he failed and had to die at Kloster's hands, he was ready. Of course not here. Alex was ready to face the anger of Tesiana and her punishment in the hall. Therefore, he will continue to step up. Walk back to the village in the darkness. With just one purpose. Faced his punishment after returning the cloth.

Alex is grateful. At least no one will know about it. No Jayden, no Leta, no family, no nobody. Let them have memories of Alex being a bitch. Those memories were better than the memories of seeing Alex who had become this kind of monster.

Alex stepped one after another. He left the building and a pile of victims behind him. He no longer felt entitled to help. He just felt worthy of being killed.