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"Is this just a silly game that forces you to act this way? Forces you to scream my name, then pretend that you can't stay?"- Lauryn Hill.
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"Is he ready?"
"Uh…"
Number 213, one of the survivors from the blast examined his clipboard. "His levels are okay, he's exactly like his brother."
Looking through the window, the supreme operative saw a young 17 year old chained to a broken brick wall, mildew was building around the chain, and it would only be days before the prototype could break it with his own bare hand. Rachel couldn't help but cringe at the site, it reminded her of the ultimate operative she created in this same room. That same operative went on to do great things, but in the end he bit the hand that fed him, and eventually blew everything Rachel built 10 floors high into the air.
"That's not good enough," Rachel folded her hands, she couldn't help but look through the thin glassed window. "He can't be exactly, he needs to be better."
Walking through the guards, Rachel entered the room, and as if on instant, she felt that eerie pang hit over mentally in the head, if it was a physical literal hit, Rachel could already imagine herself dead.
"… Joey?"
Rachel kneeled down on the ground, brushing the small fringe that grew over his emerald eye. Looking deep into those green orbs, all she was reminded of was the spitting image of the monster she created.
She observed him once again, the sweat he emitted from the pain he endured, that perspiration leaked from the body that ached and longed for some kind of redemption even managed to shimmer in the deepest of times.
"Just let me go…"
Shaking her head, she needed him to hustle on, for the sake of the agency his strength was needed. "Remember, Wally did this to you."
Joey's eyes tightened, grabbing hold of the chains that bound him to this prison, he let out a painful cry. The prototype screamed his heart when she mentioned him…
The sweat intensified, turning her head away in pity, she could even smell it in its absence as it ran down his cheeks. "I'm sorry Joey, it needs to be done."
Joey retreated back into his safe place, on the ground sinking into dark oblivion. The sweat that ran down his cheeks had such a salty taste that erased the blood flavor from his mouth. Rachel stared at the sweat, at Joey, directly into the face of Wally's punishment.
"His body odor levels are abnormal number 213, give him a moment to breathe." Rachel knew the consequences of pushing a prototype, the last two she tried to create didn't even have the strength to stand on their two feet anymore.
Number 213 couldn't help but look at Rachel with so much confusion, then back at the clipboard. Rachel's order and the levels weren't making sense,
Those aren't sweat beats, those are tears.
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It had been a rough night for Wally.
Walking through his bedroom, his top layer of hair was fluffy with barely any tame, meanwhile the bottom stuck to his chilly colorless skin. Wearing a dark singlet that clung to his beautifully chiseled body, the cold attacked his body, making him shiver to the core.
As if. Wally had experienced it too much, he was used to it.
"Kuki…"
Like many times, he would walk into the room with Kukis eyes stained with so many tears she shed over him, begging him to keep in contact with her. He never knew why he had to fulfill such a request; he was a killing machine for crying out loud, why couldn't that process in her little girl of a brain?
But this time was different, Wally could barely make her figure out that hid deep in the scuffled white sheets.
I'm having a heart to heart with my girl while she's sleeping. Pathetic Wally.
"I can't stand this anymore. I thought I could live without the adrenaline, but I love assassinating and killing." Wally sat down on his side of the bed, his back faced to his Asian girlfriend, he felt like a criminal shying away from the punishment he deserved.
"I hate that you're keeping tabs on me. The more you keep me close, I'm just going to push you further. I can take care of myself Kuki, and if you can't understand that…" I'll dump you? Wally wanted to say it, that's how he felt, but he also said he loved her.
"I love you Kooks, I really do. It's just that… We had something there before, and I kinda… well, part of me feels like what we had is kind of fading away, and no offence, but you're the reason why I'm feeling like this." Unloading is so much easier when they're asleep.
"Well, I'm going to go. I'll come back tonight to tell you… If I grow the balls to."
And with that said, Wally stood up and walked out of his modern room, not bother looking back to his girlfriend.
Then trailed such an eerie silence.
I can't believe you.
Kuki opened her eyes smudged with water stained eye liner and mascara. Wally forgot he wasn't the only operative who could hide in stealth and secrecy.
Clutching onto her heart, her head felt like it had a huge stone weighing it down, a mixture of butterflies and big reckless bats fluttered in her stomach, she felt like she had no energy left as she held onto herself, but instead of shedding tears of sorrow, she felt her tears warm up on her anger flushed cheeks.
You told me you'd be there for me, to keep me from walking away from you; you hugged me begging to stay. When the tables have turned, you walk out on me and I don't even get a chance to make you stay. Kuki began to grit her teeth, letting her warm black ink tears fall and stain her pillow once more.
"I supposedly kept you on a tab because it hurts not hearing from you for more than a week, then coming back here just wanting sex from me." But Kuki wiped her eyes on his shirt, Let that be the last of them.
Never again will she feel this pain, not if there was anything she could do about it.
Kuki clutched onto her Prada luggage bag.
"Not tonight, not ever. I'm going."
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Leaving her S2000 out in the cold blizzard rain, Kuki kept a pink rainbow monkey umbrella over her head meanwhile trying to balance her three large Prada luggage bags and her toiletry bag. It didn't help that the wind blew in crazy directions, managing to keep the umbrella over her face and her luggage was proving to be an impossible task.
Some Killer All-star you are, you couldn't even dump me to my face.
Looking up to the sky, she knew what would happen if he did dump her face to face. she'd end up crying, part of her would want to hit him.
"… why does it hurt so much?"
All she wanted was the rain to take the pain away, to take her away. No one had ever hurt her more than him, and somewhere deep inside her heart she knew that no one ever would.
"… Kuki?"
The Japanese beauty couldn't recognize that voice at first, but somewhere through the rain, there was some sense of hope.
Making the blur out from the constant down pour of rain, she could make out such a light colour brown for hair hair, he too was pale. The voice was no where near Wally's, Wally had a more distant, laid back and stoic tone, this one was more firm, and emotionally, it felt more welcoming than she had heard for the past year.
"What are you doing out here? You're gonna get a cold."
Grabbing a hold of the bags Kuki struggled to carry, the figure guided her to the small shelter on the corner of the street, apparently her destination.
"Ace? Is that you?"
The tall auburn haired figure unmasked himself from his aviators,
"C'mon, let's get you inside."
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