The Echoes of Children

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Chapter 1

A few days later, Enzo was allowed to remove the bandage and he smiled as he looked at his reflection he now knew was his own.

In the place he now called home, there were several other houses -- most of them empty -- a small grocery store and a school, where Enzo was taken to learn everyday while Christopher went off to who knows where.

While Enzo wouldn’t admit it, it was lonely in this place. He was the only kid there and he began to sink into a sort of child-depression -- staying in his room until his stomach or other bodily functions forced him to leave.

Sometime after Enzo turned ten, he was called to the surgery room -- the very same room he’d woken up in. He wondered if they were going to perform another surgery on him and almost refused to go until Christopher said he’d come with him. He was still nervous and worried as he and his guardian walked into the white halls.

When they reached the room, Christopher lightly knocked with one hand while his other rested on Enzo’s shoulder. The door opened and another doctor stood there, a male.

“Who are you?” Enzo asked, scared.

“It’s okay, Enzo,” said Ms. Penelope as she walked down the hall. “We didn’t ask you to come for more tests. Come inside the room and you’ll see why we brought you here,” she said, leading the way into the room.

Enzo gulped and followed her, stopping besides her and looking on the surgery bed. A girl about his age laid there, sleeping. She had silky looking black hair and delicate futures, and like him, she also had an eyepatch over her eye -- but her left instead of right.

“Who is she?” he asked.

“This is Makoto Shizuma, age nine and a half,” the male doctor said.

“So is she like me?”

Both doctors nodded. “Yes, she was also in an accident like you that killed both her parents.”

Just then, Makoto stirred and groaned as she came too. Everyone looked at her as the male doctor walked over to her.

She woke and Enzo noticed her uncovered eye was a beautiful blue color.

“W-where am I?” She asked, her voice soft.

“Somewhere where you’ll be safe,” the doctor said.

Her face scrunched up in apparent confusion. “How did I get here?”

“We found you in an accident. We had to take you in for an experimental emergency procedure.”

Enzo watched them converse silently, noticing how similar their conversation was to his and Ms. Penelope’s.

“My shoulders and butt hurt,” she whimpered. “It’s normal to feel pain after your surgery,” the doctor replied. “Here, let me help you down,” he said, holding his arms out.

Makoto reached out and let him lift her off the table, setting her down. It took her a moment before she stood up straight and then seemed to notice Enzo. She tipped her head at him. “Who are you?”

Ms. Penelope nudged him forward and he cleared his throat. “My name is Enzo Williams, and you are Makoto Shizuma. I’m happy to meet you,” Enzo said nervously.

“Okay,” she said, frowning. “If that is my name, how do you know it. Did we know each other before?”

Enzo shook his head. “No, but I’ve been here longer than you. Don’t worry, you’re safe here,” he said, giving her a smile.

She blinked at him. “Okay.”

“Alright, now that you’ve been introduced, let’s get you some clothes,” the doctor said.

“Can I come too?” Enzo asked.

“Actually, we need to get you ready for class,” Christopher said.

“Oh...Well, I guess I’ll see you later, Makoto,” Enzo said to the girl.

“Alright,” she said. With some urging from her doctor, she followed him out of the room.

“Will Makoto be joining me in class today?” Enzo asked as he followed Christopher out to their house.

“Perhaps,” he responded. Then the two of them arrived and Enzo went to his room to prepare for school.

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