The Plague Doctor observed the blighted landscape. The universe was dying, crippled by its own inside elements it had been battered and now it was closed off with only holes left with reality leaking out and worse things pushing in. They had been cut off from their major selves and cast adrift in a dying universe. The Plague Doctor was attuned to humans by nature and had been suffering recently as they began the slow decline to extinction what was worst was strange new thoughts were entering his head. He hadn't even thought in the normal sense until recently but now things were slowly entering in, he hadn't been a “he” until only 2 months ago.
He looked out towards a hill and saw 3 creatures standing there, they were new, some product of humanity's brilliance and strange science they should not have had. Once human they now transcended their species and would live on after its death. There were 4 of them in total: The drum, the spook, the vale and the knight. The knight never fought these days but the other 3 were forever striding across the landscape doing battle with those powerful enough to challenge them, he guessed that he counted. The Plague Doctor drew his cane, a blood red stick ending in a sharpish point which was twined with silver prepared to fight and then looked down and left.
He had never fled before, normally he would have fought and won; he was still immortal after all. But why did he need to fight? What was the point? The new idea's were cloying at his mind and it was affecting his decision’s. For a start he should not be making decisions he should be acting on what he knew and yet he knew less and less each day and had to rely more and more on bits of him that had not existed for the whole of the near infinity of his life. He glanced up at the sky, new stars were moving in all the time but there was one that was particularly larger. A pulsing mass of red and black with strange tendrils streaming behind it. As he watched it fell to earth.
He had never fled before, normally he would have fought and won; he was still immortal after all. But why did he need to fight? What was the point? The new idea's were cloying at his mind and it was affecting his decision’s. For a start he should not be making decisions he should be acting on what he knew and yet he knew less and less each day and had to rely more and more on bits of him that had not existed for the whole of the near infinity of his life. He glanced up at the sky, new stars were moving in all the time but there was one that was particularly larger. A pulsing mass of red and black with strange tendrils streaming behind it. As he watched it fell to earth.
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