Whatever it takes
Chapter 0:
The escapee
Short breaths were heard echoing through the metal halls. Left or right? More footsteps charged through the previous halls, stomping against the metal floors, tracking down the runner. There was no time to think, looking back into memory, left was the lab, and right was the entrance to the foyer. Without anymore hesitation, the solo footsteps shot towards the right hall and finally made it through without trouble.
The metal vibrated with the harsh steps, shaky with anticipation. Lights glared off the walls and floors, bouncing around while many doors were built within the halls. The sounds kept resonating and vibrating, rattling the area around with the short breaths increasing.
IT was hurting. IT was in pain. And IT needed to get out of this asylum quickly before it was too late.
Voices were coming closer and closer, approaching with immense speed.
IT caused this bedlam to happen. This was ITS entire fault.
"Capture the experiment!" A man with a rough voice ordered as all the other underlings filed through the halls, in search of this experiment. The marching underlings all scattered around, and went down the same hall way as the so-called experiment that was breathing heavily, and close to collapsing on the ground.
The panting increased then it took another step into the foyer, causing the receptionist to quickly gasp in surprise. The woman who was at the desk quickly dialed on the telephone, calling security to rush down to the foyer to recapture the escapee and bring it back to the top floor. Widening its eyes at this, it quickly bounded out towards the doors, before getting grabbed by the security. Struggling around, kicking its legs and shaking its head, the experiment screamed breathlessly.
"It's too late, DIVA." A man informed as he bit on his cigarette and blew out a good amount of smoke at the experiment's face. IT coughed, hacking some blood in the process, staining its pale skin and odd teal hair that reached down to the floor. "You've got a cute face, so don't ruin it by trying to run off again." He informed sadistically, then raised his hand and slapped it across ITS face.
IT hacked out even more blood and glared weakly at the smoking man who chuckled at this.
"Don't kill the poor thing." A girl wearing a black dress called out, stepping from the hall by the receptionist desk. Her hands were placed on her hips with a scowl on her face. She marched up on the wounded research project. She then leaned forward and gave a wary smile at the teal haired person that was restrained by the security team. "You're a valuable tool to us, so you better stay in your cage and continue being useful. If you aren't, then you can be easily disposed."
With that, she straightened out her posture and walked away with two of the guards following behind her, with their shoulders straight and chest out. It was their duty to protect the girl at all costs, no matter the danger.
The man blew out another puff of smoke, and swung his cigarette then dropped it in front of the wounded product that slowly stopped coughing violently and tried getting a consistent breath pattern. "Damn thing, must be hard living in that shit of a container day after day." He muttered cockily then crushed the cigarette with the heel of his shoe. "Not my problem though, I'm just doing this for the money, gotta have some to live."
"…gusting…"
"What was that?" The man sneered as he dragged out another cigarette and lit it. He brought it to his mouth, with his crimson colored eyes looking down at the experiment.
"All of you…monsters are disgusting!" The experiment spat out angrily, eyes like snakes and its voice becoming deeper. It looked up with dark green eyes and teal hair bleeding into black. "Prepare to die!" It screamed, with a scythe materializing in its hands, and slashing away at the security guards who tried to escape. The experiment rose to its feet, bangs shadowing its face with eyes glaring at the man. Blood of the security guards began becoming pools underneath them, staining the tiles. Their clothes had a long slash by the scythe's blade with the blade dripping with fresh blood.
He smirked then took a step, clashing the scythe's blade with his gun model. He pushed the blade away with his gun and quickly stepped back, pulling the trigger, shooting multiple bullets at the scythe wielder that easily deflected each of them. It bounced up in the air, and sliced downward with the man evading quickly. When it dropped, it crouched down and swung the weapon in a complete circle at ground level, making him trip back.
"You monsters…deserve to have their sins judged!"
"We're not the monster…you are, Project DIVA." He informed knowingly as he kicked up his gun and shot it at its mechanical heart. Its eyes widened and soon the black strands of hair began turning teal and quickly it burst through the glass doors of the building, rolling out and running through the streets with desperation.
A large group of grunts soon came after hearing the siren alarm the entire floor.
"Where's Project DIVA?" One questioned with a strict tone.
"It got away. But I shot it at the heart so it shouldn't get far." The man who twirled around his gun and put it back in his belt informed. He spit out his cigarette and crushed it harshly under his shoe. "Move out!" He barked, as they all nodded and charged out of the building, scattering throughout the yard.
The man had his arms crossed, not bothering to take out another drag. He was going to make that thing pay; it was just a tool, so why had it developed feelings of freedom? It was a freak show, that was it, and that freak show was going to go back in its cage.
If it wasn't, then he was going to be in a hell load of trouble.
Prologue to Whatever it takes~
This was a pretty short chapter, and I usually don't like short chapters at all, but it was pretty decent for a start :3. This wasn't based on a song, but the next chapter was based on New Millennium by Len Kagamine and another song in the Return to Zero series by Len Kagamine.