Sick and tired, is what most people would say it. Too damned depressed to give a fuck about what they do to you, or what becomes of your body, spirit and mind. I.. wouldn't stoop down to the level to where I'd continue to let it go on. It was the last night I'd let Jean.. continue to fuck around with me.
The man placed his rough hand upon my shuddering shoulder, then shoved me out of his room, slamming the door behind me. I stumbled foreward, catching my wavy balance instantly as my arms flung about my chest. This part was most embarrassing. Those still awake could see, see every ounce of my body that I vowed to soon, not let be touched by another filthy, disgusting man. Of course, there were deep, nasty gashes scattered about my bare torso, but I was quickly getting over the bits and bouts of pain slithering through my nervous system. I dropped to my knees, no longer caring whom saw, hands skimming the ground for my glasses. Of course, touch hurt for my sensitive hands since they were burned and basically ruined.
Once taking grasp of my glasses, I quickly place them upon my face, perched upon my nose so I can take a good look around. Cloud's eyes bored into me like daggers of pain instead of anger. It reminded me of when Dame used to sympathize for me, but he was gone now.
I pushed myself up, wobbly carrying myself down the hallway, ignoring those whom tell me to get dressed now or go to the caretakers they always had for me after Jean got his way. I ignored, turning a corner to carry myself down a corridor to see the woman whom I would help release.
Pausing infront of a tinted window, I shook, and rose my hand to trace my index and middle finger down it. The blood smeared across the glass, but it looked like liquid to me. I could only see in reds.
God fucking damn the chemicals.
Inside was a woman, strawberry blonde, gorgeous, I had to admit. Even if she was in filth and dirt, chained and cuffed with her hands above her head, chains keeping her feet down, remorse holding her body down, she was absolutely something to see. A week before then, they had taken her child away from her. I was going to help get it back.
Her head was slouched, the cuffs on her hands making rings of wounds on her wrists, and rendering them useless. I waited until she could sense me there. Even though I couldn't see her eyes, her pale lips curved into this..awfully satanic, acknowledgable smirk. ..It eventually turned to a grin, and her pearly whites became visible in the darkness that she was trapt in. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, bursting into this roaring laughter. I knew that it wasn't at me; it was at all of them.
Later on that night, the alarm went off as to say that there were intruders in our organization. This sent me into excitement. I raised up in my bed, eyes darting about the room I was in. It was bare, of course. I was a prisoner to this people; a slave to science and technology. Oh. Did I mention sex?
Hunching over, I quickly grasped my tan jacket, sliding it over my shoulders to stand. I proceeded to pull the black sweatpants over my bare legs, wincing at the random shock and pain from my wounds. Messily, I tied my hair up, snatched up my gun that I kept hidden in a part of the ceiling fan, my cigarettes, and my lighter.
I ran down the corriders, everyone else in a panic, fluttering about, grabbing weapons, preparing themselves for an attack that wasn't going to happen. This. Of course, gave me time to get to the one they called Luna Ka'Perru.
I unlocked the door quickly running in to drop by her side. Her eyes were still closed, but I knew she was ready to run and slaughter. ..Embedded in the palm of my hand was a small, small needle that would help me unlock her chains. At a light tap, after the needle was inserted into the lock, it adapts to it's surroundings to help me actually UNlock the thing. Within seconds, the blonde murderer shoved herself up off the ground, ignoring her shaking knees. She ran out of the room, and I ran in a different direction.
An hour after that, I stood at the enterance to Wakasu, lighting a cigarette that I had placed to my lips. Inside, a meeting was being held about the false alarm earlier. I could hear Jean, loud and clear, screaming, shreiking about how pissed he was, asking where in the seven hells am I, and how fucking stupid am I to set the alarm off. I didn't do it, honest.
And the next line of swear words, and my name, my bare feet guided me inside the building. Just about every member paused to stare at me. Remaining in the doorway, I exhaled smoke.
Jean slammed his hands forcefully down on a table, pushing himself up out of a chair. I could tell that he was planning on making his way to me.
Just in the perfect moment, where he was about three yards away, the water sprinklers were set off, as if to stop some fire within the building. Thing is, they weren't spilling water, it was gasoline, nice... lovely smelling gasoline. Cloud spazzed, standing up to glance at the ceiling, then cover his eyes. To tell you the truth, I was desperately hoping that he was the only one that'd make it out alive. A decent man deserved to live. A disgusting one.. deserved to burn in the fires of Hell and torment.
I could feel this sensation of joy shimmy up my spine as Luna appeared behind me, taking her steps foreward to place a gentle, yet threatening hand upon my back. Her nails trailed down it, a bit soothing, chrome blue eyes turning to the hundreds of people..all there in the opening for a kill. It's a shame. She doesn't get to slaughter.. completely.
Exhaling another sigh of smoke, my crimson painted lips grew into a smile, no matter how busted up they were, or how messed up I was.
Every soldier's eyes were on us, widen with shock, and maybe a little bit of fear. Jean.. proceeded to yell at me, but I took the cig from my lips while stepping back out of the entry way, my crimson hair falling lose from it's hold in the bun. My free hand removed my glasses, and once I was out of the way of the gasoline, my eyes locked onto the leader of our precious Wakasu. Luna smiled, and I could hear the boss scream,
"YUME WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN--"
I tossed the burning cigarette into the gasoline filled building, everything,
"I'm destroying and burning you mother fuckers." and everyone, burning.. alive.
Luna took grasp of my arm, and ran, dragging me when my free hand reached into my jacket pocket to tug out a remote. I press a yellow button, and Wakasu begins an emergency lock down, so no one, absolutely, no one can escape.
I dropped the remote, running as fast as someone barefooted and wounded could. Luna was just ahead, her katana at her side, ..and a child in her arms.
I listened to the screams of those I once knew just before the building exploded in bout of Hell's flames.