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This week's is quite short, but hopefully sweet.
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044. Experiment
It's been so many years since that fateful day. Too many to count. I try not to think about it, about the searing pain of the bullets flying through my chest. About the warm blood spilling over my body, and the bitter stench and the coppery taste in my mouth. About how he threw me down on the silvery plaque and cut me open, against my dying will. And about how I awoke in a different form, as a different person, with too many voices in my head. A jeering one, a bitter one, a mocking one and a powerful one.
The sleep in the coffin after that was torture. It did not feel like so many decades, more like so many centuries. The voice in my head grew accustomed to me, and then disgusted with me. They grew to hate me, and then to tolerate me. But I would never describe them as friendly.
They helped me to plan out my revenge first, planning out every gory detail and thinking of every horrific situation. I revelled in the blood bath it would be, for her vengeance. For my vengeance.
But after so long, my mind turned blank. I could no longer think of revenge, my mind was no so hot and angry. Instead I merely wanted to repent for my sins; of allowing Lucrecia into this position, of being shot, and of dying once. The voices in my head all but abandoned me then, chipping in only at the most unnecessary times.
And finally, I was awoken from my repentance. Not by my own volition, but I think I was glad. One shy looking woman, with long brown hair that fell in a waterfall down her back, and great burgundy eyes on a heart shaped face called something to another, never letting her eyes leave my face. The man, with icy blonde hair sticking up in every which way, and mako blue eyes looked on uncaring. And the girl, the one the shy looking woman called to, hovered over me. She met my crimson eyes with her purple flecked grey eyes; black hair falling about her face and a grinning smile adorned on her round face.
The demons in my head spoke up, the cursed prize of the experiment gone wrong. They told me of my inner feelings, and their salacious desires of lust. But not love.
I don't think they ever expected that initial spark to turn into love.
'The experiment gone wrong', he called our family. Chaos - the only voice left in my head now, and my dual being. He crassly pointed out that it had all started as an experiment, on the same cold, hard, slab as that fateful experiment on me. He was right, but this experiment was far more pure than that gory one, and far better things had come from it.
But after all, they were just two experiments.
I know, super short... but sometimes, life gets to ya.
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