Post by Albrecht Kilian on Oct 2, 2016 18:58:53 GMT -5
[somewhere near Königssee]
Albrecht leaned back against the tree that rested in what he had considered his 'front yard' for little under a week now. His arm reached up, wiping the sleeve of his coat across his forehead to mop up the drifting beads of sweat that collected there as he surveyed his work. Several deep concrete pillars sank several feet into the dirt - well below the frost line, forming a dotted line down the middle of a cinderblock square. Every hole was filled with cement, which now cured in the cool autumn air.
Part of him felt like he needed a cigarette, even though he didn't smoke.
It had been six long days since he started clearing the land here, a small parcel he found out was unowned, and unclaimed. A place he could be by himself, only five miles out from town. For him, that was walking distance. A spot between civilization and the wilderness. He still didn't have much money, so everything he did, he did by hand without help save for the delivery truck he had convinced to drive a route out here for the heavier supplies.
For now, he reached down to tear the plastic wrapping that kept the small palette of bottled water he had purchased open, pulling a bottle from it's insides to drink. It'd be another week he wagered before he finished laying the floor out across the foundation, and a month after that before he had anything usable that looked at all like a home. If the snow didn't come extra early, he'd make it before first snowfall - which was all he could really ask for.
His gaze drifted away from the home and off to the left - down the hill to the broad lake that snaked it's way through the valley's gullet below, maybe two miles off from him now. His mind wandered.
He remembered a few of the people he had met, but only a couple names still stuck out in his head. It had been almost a month now, hadn't it? Since he returned from that hellscape. He remembered being so angry when he left the portal, practically on the verge of lashing out at people he didn't even know. He spent a week just recovering from it - he had been a fool.
Part of him knew those emotions weren't entirely real, but they weren't entirely unreal either. Bitterness had begun to settle in since he left that place, and what did he have to show for it? A bunch of wasted time, and empty hopes.
All he gathered from going there was a bit more information on the stranger spiritual aspects of the world. Most of them stayed in Japan.
They can leave him alone in Germany then.
He didn't need them.
Something about the train of thought he was on made him feel slightly upset. He always got this way when he reminisced, because it reminded him of how badly he had always wanted to be that one to fight the monsters off - to struggle against them, and when he finally got there to be the hero, what did he find?
Monsters so much stronger than him it'd be suicide to fight them, and in-fighting among the so called heroes.
Pointless squabbling and suicide.
There was no hero to be made on that battlefield, at least, not from him.
In reality perhaps it was his own weakness that frustrated him so badly, not that he'd ever admit it. The fact that he had turned and left in the face of a challenge he issued burned him badly inside and made a scowl rise to his lips. He wanted to hit something. He crushed the water bottle in his hand and tossed it into a nearby empty steel barrel to be burned later. The challenge was stupid - the fight was stupid - and everyone seemed to want to be a part of it.
And where was Freyleif in all of this? Dead maybe. If she had survived without him she never had shown up. For all he knew that other... 'place' was now a new hollow den and had fallen entirely. Part of him didn't care, so long as they didn't come here, it wasn't his problem anymore.
All that mattered to him now was simple. Simple thoughts, a simple life, and a simple job in front of him. Easy work that he can set his mind on - stuff he had done a hundred times wandering the countryside, only now, he'd settle down here. He'd have a home. His -own- home. Nobody could take that from him, because -he- made it. Nobody could kick him out, and it'd have -his- rules.
"This isn't where you belong."
His gaze narrowed as he pushed away from the tree. He didn't bother yelling at the thought that popped up in his head, that lingering feeling of wondering once more if he was just insane. It was best not to dwell on it.
He picked up the end of a log, getting ready to cut it down and plane the wood into usable lumber. It'd busy his mind. No more stupid thoughts. No more of the past. No more chasing monsters he didn't understand for people he didn't know. This was his own fight - him against nature.
That cross around his neck had never felt heavier with guilt... but winter was coming, and he needed to stay warm.