Tale of the Fallen
The tale of those tortured by Amshel's search for answers
Second Tale: Moses and Karman – Life Within Kilbed
They were experiments. They were cloned humans turned Chiropteran; Chiropteran-human hybrids; Chevalier crossovers. They had been created for the purpose of experimentation, knowledge, and progress. They knew of no life outside the cold, dark realm underground in the prison they called "Kilbed". They knew of no life free from the straps which held them down or the weapons which were used to slaughter enemies as they fought for their lives for human entertainment and study. They were… the Schiff.
Two Schiff in particular stuck out among the throng of fellow experiments. They went by the names of Moses and Karman. Moses held emerald green eyes which possessed a sane, human intelligence and sense of understanding. He acted as leader to the helpless Schiff. His secondhand man, Karman was always by his side. Karman had a sight deficiency which required him to wear glasses, so he was shunned. But Moses was always there to protect and support him for that was what he did for him. Karman also held green eyes that were more dim and cryptic. Moses searched for the good in everything while Karman seeked out the bad. Together, they made an unstoppable team where they could depend upon one another without fear of betrayal or anything of the sort.
The pair had lived within Kilbed for a time which could not be measured in years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, or seconds. There was no way for them to measure their time by these standards, anyways. No, the Schiff kept track of the time using alternative methods… Death. On a regular schedule, one would die. A Schiff would fall to the wretched disease which they had named "Thorn", and this was how they counted their time within Kilbed. This was how they measured the passage of time.
All Schiff feared the disease. None wished to die, yet all were just waiting for the disease to ail and kill them. The same was so for Moses and Karman. How they would try to quell the others' fear but to no avail. Just as things settled down, yet another outbreak appeared and with it… a panic. As the red cracks covered one's body, the fear and apprehension would grow and grow until it became sheer hysteria. Over and over, the cycle was repeated. Over and over, a Schiff, would fall. Over and over… Over and over… Over and over… An endless cycle of panic and death.
None could stand it but none could do anything about it. All they could was sit… and wait. Wait to be next. Wait to be the next to fall. To fall to the disease named Thorn. Finally, Moses broke.
A/N
Wow, I feel stupid... I didn't even realize the first two paragraphs of the next chapter were on here. That was not supposed to, by the way. But, I finally noticed and have fixed it. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, good for you, but for those of you who do, I'm kind of sad none of you pointed it out T.T