Chapter One: In a cruel desire.
'Is a chance of help merely a chance to fuel our own desire's to abuse that person's kindness? Or is it a mere success that we reach out even though our minds fool us into thinking, that by mere chance, we'd be able to find a friend while blindfolded by our doubtful thoughts off ourselves we create with our own harsh critics? Perhaps, in some ways, there is a reason to allow that friend to take the blindfold off and show us ourselves for what we are and who we become.'
He had not looked at that little note in so long, that the words seemed to fizzle into a frenzy off crazed wriggling lines with each stare he continued to glare with. The room was bathed in dark shadows emitting from his dark soul, while his pale skin seemed to show a bruise on his cheek that was dazed into a hefty mountain of purple and boring grey. A window was on the left side of him with it's perfectly cleaned panes glazing the droplets cascading down there smooth body and it was like his numbed feelings on the inside were washing on the outer part of it-a reflected mood in the murky grey clouds. Shelves stacked with neatly lined books were placed, the candles burning softly into a melted figure on the golden trays and empty photo frames stared hollow eyes back at the man sitting in the chair on his own. A heavy smell of incense wafted around the room in large clouds of grey mist dancing together, there tongues poked out cheekily at the man who had lit them on the table behind him.
Eister ran his tongue along the ball of his pierced lip, the metal side catching on his teeth and clinking loudly. He always liked how they did that when he played with them-despite not liking the idea of how they often would sit on the tops of his canines and pull painfully, his mutual friend Victor would have said, 'Schmerz ist fruede, uns daran zu erinnen, was wird sind.' Eister, being annoyed by his ways, would roll his eyes and send him away to some other murky place for him to bother. It wasn't because he hated him-not fully at least-but he was still always so sarcastic and tentative that it often made Eister annoyed by his smart antics and teasing of Milo-whom was such an easy man to trick and manipulative. Victor often did go for Milo when he wanted him to see something new he had stirred up, or sometimes even just to see what he was doing.
Eister took no notice of it, huffed it off and shooed him away back to his little bloody hovel in the lower depths of the facility they found there solace to be located in. Away from others, away from those two petty battling teams that they were always given a beautiful free viewing off (mainly Victor that is), and there own work places to study there desired needs. Eister wasn't very fond of stepping out of his facility to even see the Administrator when Victor would deliver his reports of his latest victims from the Blu team he would torture to his contentive mind is happy. He would rather stay here, in the dark, with his thoughts to keep him buzzing like a bee; Even if they were often the chances of his undoing and his outbreaks Victor would often catch the backlash off.
Victor was a good friend of Eister's and he meant no harm to him or even Raize-his other loyal friend who would often be off in the tops of the building hawking out his next victim, or sometimes simply to just be alone and enjoy the relaxed chance he could get with his line of work he was dealt with putting up with. Victor was always teasing Raize though; If Victor was just finishing up a 'surgery', then Raize would often come by to inform him that the Administrator was in need of his newest report, and that's when Victor would often shine his true colours and insult the poor man with his horrid sights of a bloody carnival in his lab. The walls were drenched in dried blood, the floor having speckles of dots printed in corner while the counters and cabinets were masked with the scarred memory of what they had witnessed on the operating table. Often, the room would have a few corpses laid out across the smeared tiled flooring, or the metal shining steel countertops would be littered with limbs dangled loosely over the side as if given up there hope for a wave and hidden in the corners were metal shelves stocked high with sharp greedy equipment ready to penetrate whatever flesh they could sink there teeth and tongues into.
Eister had to remind Victor to leave Raize out of that room and to not go teasing him, but regardless he would never listen. He was often to busy trying to help Eister keep Victor on a short leash, though however long it could go Victor would always find a way to nimbly extend on that deal they had. Raize could not care less however, as he was two busy trying to be more stable then vividly admired in Victor's bloody paradise he owned with pride-but still, he was a friend of a friend and Raize was glad he had those two to rely on if he ever needed them. No matter how odd they were.
Taming the dogs was always a burden partly on Eister's side. If not for his little lonesome room he had where he would hide then he would have most likely gone insane-even more then he already felt that is-by the two's little biker's and narky remarks they would often have, it was something he had grown onto liking more then hating because he wasn't around in the centre of it until they came barging in through that door of his for a resolution to it.
In his thoughts, he didn't hear the bang of the door slip against his muffled delusion and the hinges creaked heavily like a bird squawking vividly in a trap. A pair of polished boots stepped inside of the room with the door shutting behind them and the handle jingling at it's welcomed touch. Eister glared from the corner of his eye, his pale skin shining in the light glowing through the window with it's vein's pumping along the glass in a watery animation.
''Jou should really vork on clearing out za dust mien fruende.'' A dark husky voice hummed behind him. ''It is not good for za health.''
''It is not dusty. It is mere speckles from za discarded skin vee shed.'' Eister replied dully. Even to him, his voice seemed to sound so different he barely recognized it as his own-it seemed more of a hollow tone contoured by a pretending lie.
''Hmm. How lovely to zhink I am standing vith every piece of jou zhen.'' Eister laughed, gliding a gloved finger along a bookshelf that held books in neat rows, left abandoned to the dusty under toning of sadness Eister had let them rot in. ''Vat are jou doing up here alone as usual?''
''Zhinking. Vhy are jou not down in jour lab vith another poor little Schweinhund?''
Victor stepped closer to Eister before sitting down in one of the other chairs sat around a elegant table with long legs and a window showing the view of the grey scenery of the hill tops and dusty roads pelted with droplets. The tops of there heads poked ut through the misty spray, like eyes peering over it trying to get a view of the scenery. He wore a clean white shirt with his white lab coat tucked smartly into the back of his black belt, his raven black hair smoothed neatly down and his eyes seemed to be dusky with exhaustion. He had been working to much again, as Eister could always tell by those heavy rings and those scarred knuckles off his from rolling a blade over them to many times to keep count off.
''I have only just got a new one in mien fruende. A special one in fact. I vanted to come ask jou if jou vouldn't mind coming to have a look?'' Victor grinned, crossing a leg as the colour dripped from Eister's gaunt cheeks and smooth jaw line a plastic surgeon would be proud of.
''Vhy? Vat is so special about za same team members jou torture countlessly?'' Eister blandly spoke, leaning back into his chair.
His horns that protruded out of his head in black decorated lines on two pairs, the other being a beautiful turquoise colour seemed to glint in the hazy darkness which made Victor squint and look away to the elegant table with the long legs, a note on it's smooth backside with scribbled words on it.
''Jou know mien vays surely. But zhis one is different. She is vay different. I need to keep her...safe.'' Victor replied, his voice laced with bewilderment.
If Victor had caught a new victim, one that was indeed not from the Blu team like his usual victims were, then Eister was going to want to know and bust down that eager attitude Victor had before he could go any further with his brutal ways he often had. Eister wasn't ever interested in Victor's morbid experiments, however he would often like to dip an eye in or two just to embrace his own curious side that he shoved into the back depths of his mind.
''Vhich team is she from? And are Jou sure it's a girl? Zhere is no girls on zhat team. Or any to be precise.'' Eister frowned.
''Nein, zhere isn't. But she is a new one. And I just so happen to have caught her.'' Victor smiled, his lips stretching into a Cheshire smile.
''Vell good for jou. Vhy have jou left zhem down zhere?'' Eister replied, his fingers flexing as he leaned back into the chair, propping his arms up onto it's arms and resting his head back on the headrest. The smell of iron had hit his nose and burned the back of his throat, and he could tell it was emitting from Victor who was always seeming to have such a scent burned onto his skin.
''Because zhey vere rather ticklish vhen I tried to kidnap zhem.'' Victor retorted, the grin frozen on his face.
''Vat do jou mean? How did jou capture zhem?''
''Just a little bit of a kick and pushing. Nothing to harmful to za poor Vogel. She is-of course-delicate.''
''Mien, mien, never zhought I vould hear jou say za vord, 'delicate' about a woman either.'' Eister chuckled, playing with one of the belts on his grey rubber gloves he wore. His long lab coat was pure white, with his black trousers tucked into his boots similiar to Victor's attire-only Eister never liked showing off any bit of skin other then his face and neck and he always took pride in what he wore, despite never seeing anyone other then his three friends he had.
''I have mien vays. I am not as cruel and vindictive as I seem.'' Victor laughed, scotching forward onto the edge of the brown leather chair and resting his elbows on his knees, his hands twined together underneath his chin as his monotone hazed eyes stared at Eister. The man's expression seemed to make Victor dwell on the thought of why he looked so melancholy again. He had never actually seen him smile-not fully at least-and even when he did it was only for a moment and then it was snubbed out by a dangerous frown. But why did he always feel his heart pound when he was near him? Why did it sound more vividly upbeat then it usually was when he was alone-sad, soft and barely there. It wasn't those silver studded piercings he had, despite Victor occasionally wanting to pull on them with his own lips to see how Eister found it-such a lude thought to have but how could he ignore it? Could he cause Eister pain? Would he like it? Does he even feel pain on that bland, dull and grey face of his?
Eister shook his head, looked to the table where the note was and then back up to the veins crawling along the window panes in a showroom of glistening sparkles. A rainbow had formed through the thick grey clouds and a beam of yellow light had found it's way through slightly like a cat through a cat-flap. Surpassingly sweet to none of them.
Victor's head went fun like a carousel had switched on his head of pleasuring wonders and sensual screams filled his head of what Eister would sound like-or better yet-what would his new little Vogel sound like? He only managed to hear slight little muffles through the cloth, and even then he had to make sure he didn't loose himself in his wicked desires in the RED team's base, he still wanted to eagerly strip her down and delve right in.
Eister had noticed his friends wobbled behaviour and had focused his attention onto him, his figure still up straight and stiff.
''Victor?'' Eister asked, his steel blue eyes glassy with confusion. ''Are jou OK?''
''Ja.'' Victor replied, hand on head. ''Just a little dizzy. It is za dust.''
''It is not dust.'' Eister snapped.
''Aha, mien fruende. Zhen I guess it is skin Ja?'' Victor replied, laughing as he stood up.
His head swum and his knee's jittered like bugs buzzing through him. He knew it was the excitement of all the things he had thought about-but yet his biggest and most intriguing gift he had was waiting for him down in his lab-and a man should keep no lady waiting. He just want to lap up the joy and see how far she could go on before she gained consciousness and starting screaming for help.
''Vell, try getting some light in zhis Herr room,'' Victor said as he walked to the door, his hand pawing over the golden handle gently twisting it, ''And maybe jou should come and have a look at her. She is a rare specimen, I truly mean it.''
Eister simply huffed to himself before slipping his brown mask over his mouth, the straps digging into his skin behind his ears and neck were it connected with a pair of silver matching buckles. He felt it easier to hide every inch of himself, to allow his being to be consumed by the darkness that he let seep into every inch of his skin, plaguing his insides until he was joyfully at ease with the demanding need to be alone. In sorrow. In pain. And to much-in a place where he felt comfortable and out of friendliness's way.
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