The blond standing in front of
a black hole, tears dropped from his chin. The hole closed and the boy was no
longer there. In the other world, the boy was born with a same name given,
Elliot. Looking at those pictures that was once his, Elliot begun to remember
his own identity.
“That’s
the whole story, kid.”
“I’m
…Elliot…”
“…
yeah, and you are back to repent your sin.”
“That’s
why you asked me to never forget my sin. Are you the one that sent me to the
other world?”
“Yeah.”
“Can
I go back to my world?”
“Neither
ELT nor the second world.”
“Was
you the one that created the virus?”
“No,
it belongs to the underworld, from the enmity of the deaths that were killed
during 212. They searched for their murderers.”
“Is
the virus gone now?”
“The
bottle that I gave you took the virus away. It went back to the underworld.”
“It
has been ten years… The time reached.”
“I
will tell them about that.”
“Last
question, who are you?”
“I
was you, a sinless part of your soul which formed after the death of your
parent which you are trying to run from”, said the old and disappear in space.
Elliot sat alone in the
black void space, looking at the blackness and started to recall back the
pictures that was once showed to him. I’m Elliot…My parent
left… I killed…people… I can’t go back to my world… What am I talking about,
that isn’t my world, that is just an false illusion… And now I’m all alone in
here…
After calming
himself down, Elliot began to recall some pieces of his memories. It was a
dream that he made while sleeping in the camp…
“Elliot,
wake up, you will be late for school if you don’t”, said Elliot’s mum and she gave
a kiss on his forehead.
“Mum,
I’m awake now, quit doing such thing like I’m still a child, I’m already ten
years old now…”
“Okay.”
Elliot walked on the pathway as
usual to go to school. On the way, he encountered an old man with silky silver
hair. The old man walked passing by Elliot without realizing that he dropped
his handkerchief on the floor. Elliot returned it to the owner and the old man gave
an empty bottle to Elliot and said, “This is a gift for your helping, it’s a Pandora
box, don’t open it if you are not being told to.”
The ringing of school bell
was heard. It reminded Elliot that he was late. “Thanks for your gift, I’ll be
late, bye!”, said Elliot as he put the bottle inside his pant’s pocket. That
day, Elliot was awake early in the morning and started doing his helping
service before the sun rises. He forgot about the dream… and the bottle that
was the key of his time-travelling.
“That’s
the time he gave me the bottle…”, said Elliot while laying idling on the
ground.
Living
in the black void space, time didn’t seem to pass. The watch on his wrist didn’t
move since the moment he was here. There was nothing but blackness… no insect,
no animal, no human, no furniture, no books… Is this what they called hell? This
is where I’m going to live starting from now.. It’s just like “The Nameless
Journey”… I left my world and went on a journey that doesn’t belong to me since
I was born. I met many people, those who were trespasser and those I loved. In
the end I came back again to my own world. The only different between the boy in the story and I was
the things that awaits the boy in the story are the good one… ”Don’t
forget your sin, Elliot”, the old man’s voice rang in his mind. I’m the one to be blamed for creating a killing world…and caused my
parent to be killed… If I hadn’t created 212… If I had told them about 212…then
this wouldn’t happen.
“Don’t
forget your sin, Elliot”, said the boy to himself with a grieve sneer.
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