Mommy…I…don't want to be here…
Don't you love your brother?
The damn dream again… It added more pieces to the story. Mother convinced Ventus when he was a young boy that what she was doing was right. What kind of parent does that…? I can't believe that all this time I thought that I was at fault for being treated badly… I bet everyone at school is in on it too.
I'll never understand why Xion worships the Reapers…Not only are their murders unjustifiable, they lie shamelessly and have no concern for the people who aren't their targets.
...As if on cue, Four practically knocks my door down. I'm highly convinced that the only thing these people are good at is killing.
"Eight just informed me that you've been drinking his blood," he says as I sit up on my bed. "When was this?"
"…Yesterday," I decide against mentioning how I did. Four invades my personal space and observes my face closely.
"Hmm…you still seem okay…" he mutters, "but as a precaution I'll need to inject you with this."
The scientist shows me a syringe with an eerie purple liquid inside. I stare blankly at it before refocusing on my boss.
"Do not worry. You're not the first to take this chemical. It's given to every cannibalistic member."
"Oh…Does it prevent health problems or something?"
"Nooot quite, but trust me, it's necessary."
Before I could respond he sticks the needle in my arm and forces the liquid into my bloodstream. I snatch my limb away and barely manage to avoid snapping the needle in half. I glare at the madman while pressing on my arm to stop the bleeding. I then notice something strange. It may be an effect of the chemical, but…