Oblivion

Kira was the first person He tried to call, just to explain, to try and make her see... but all three times it when to voicemail straight away. He saw the number of texts and missed calls He had gotten from Adele, He really didn't want to talk to her right now, He just wanted to hear Kira's voice again... but it was no good, He didn't even know why He was bothering, He had nothing now, no home, a potential jail sentence and a shitty reputation that came after it.

He didn't know what to do, other than calling a Lawyer, He didn't see how there was any way out of this... that was when Minie's words began to float in the back of his head "Adrian Bellona's Minie-Me... so that's all I am is it... just like My father, a man with the face I can't even remember, the Man that abandoned his Son after his wife's ****, is that all I am?!" Nero's face screwed up, He became painfully aware of the pendant that was tucked under his shirt, removing it and looking into the Red jewel with Hatred as it reflected in his eyes.

Nero was beyond furious, He was beyond angry, his Instinct was rattle within and He hated it, He hated what he was, and He hated what He did... a part of him wondered if Minie was right if this really was all just His Dad's blood ruining an otherwise normal bookworm, Nero felt himself burning for 20 years under the curse that was his true self, all headed by his father... all represented by this little Ruby Gem that had never before left his grasp. Well, he was done, finished, He didn't care about it anymore, his life was fucked, so who cared about this stupid pendant, Why the Hell should He give a Damn!?

With pulsing rage and spite coursing through his veins and striking at his heart, Nero gripped the Pendant in his hand, raising it quickly over his head, his face twisting and eyes bulging, He roared with pure Ire, slamming down his arm so that the pendant collided hard with the ground... and shattered into many, many pieces.

In a Blinding flash of red, a **** suddenly began to engorge from the ruptured pendant, eating into every corner of the small room like a hungry red flame, Nero's angry cry turned into a scream as it suddenly swept up and into him, the Crimson plasma consuming him whole before screeching deafeningly and pulling him away.

Nero was moving too quickly to see what was really happening, all He could do was Scream with terror as he was flung through the roof of the Station, the exploding Red plasma crying him an incomprehensible speed away from the Earth below. His cries began to echo through the sky as His body breached the Clouds, his eyes completely battered with light as his frame was launched into the Cosmos.

Spinning and spinning like a hamster in a ball, The Young man's body contorted and twisted as it was **** out of the atmosphere by the Crimson light, the heat of it searing against his skin, working in contrast with the sudden and very dead cold of wherever he was.

He couldn't think, He couldn't do anything but scream, as He looked through the flaming veil of the electrical light that carried him, looking out into the void, littered with hundreds of thousands of lights.

Tears flew from his eyes as He reached out to the distancing Blue sphere that was his world, becoming smaller and smaller as He flipped and turned, being tossed around by the Scarlet webs that tore across empty space.

Time meant nothing in this horrifying Limbo, this great and empty titan of everything that Nero was being **** through, He honestly could not tell if He had been flying for 5 minutes of 5 years, all He knew is that by the time He saw It, His voice box had given out due to how long He had been screaming.

Nero was left wordless when He saw it, his head peaking up at the Sphere.

It was not a Sphere of Saphire where He knew he belonged, no, Now captured before his very eyes, was a Planet of Red, looming closer and closer in all of its unfathomable almost transcendental beauty.

He lost consciousness then, his vision falling to black as He felt, almost as if, He had been plunged into a pool of perfectly warm water.

whether or not He was dreaming, He couldn't have said, but it felt as if he had fallen into a Spiralling cocoon, the threads of his existence being pulled on from the inside of his ball of warmth. Nero felt his skin burn away, his bones soften, his blood seeping from every pore, he was being deconstructed, melted in a forge of red and golden light from where He was now being reborn.

Nero became lost in the unimaginable warmth of the Womb, his Blood returned anew, his Bones hardening back in their frame, different from before, and his skin wrapping itself around the muscles and veins... but that was not all, more than what He had come with began to add themselves unto his being. Something hard and sharp breached the skin on his forehead, another much gentler ****, engraved something into him, etching itself softly not just on his skin... but into the depth of his very soul.

His dream was strange after that, there was a very very loud bang that shook him and everything around him to the core, several cries of fear and pain, red light dispersing from around him and embedding itself into his chest, spiralling deep inside of him, finally allowing his mind to rest, fading to calm and warming darkness.