Title- Colliding Thoughts
Author- CrimsonShadowDemonX
~ I don't own Trigun, its' characters nor its' creators matter-of-factly. So, please enjoy this little segment of insaneness and...stuff.. the whole story takes place when Legato is atleast fifteen..I myself have no idea how old he is in the show, so if you do..please let me know...I'll just write that he's twenty five later in the chapters ~
These thoughts, yes, the thoughts. I've had them ever since my near fatal collision back in my younger days, not knowing what gravity really was back then. But now, being fifteen and a so called 'special case' I feel that I fit in with all the other damn pshyco paths, mental cases, hobos and demon worshippers. My case is moving things, taking over other beings' minds and abusing myself in hate filled fury. I was sent to Desert Asylum when I was only ten years of age, growing up in this so called ' Safe Haven' I knew I had to get out one day. Why did I want out? I don't know why the hell I wanted out, I loved listening to the pain of other patients. Now, passing all this information I am about to unfold...will you understand my position? I hope so..because no one else listens to me...they only hear their own blood running from their selfinflicted wounds.
Chapter- One Title- My Name Is....
Wandering along the barbed fences and listening to the sound of cries, I sent my hand along the fence. Running it along the smooth metal and sending images of that metal cutting into my skin, so smoothly and gentle. Like how mothers trace their finger along a baby's cheek when they first bring them home, I never had that chance for I never knew my mother. "Patient number thirty five! Back to your quarters!" one of the bastards yelled.
I walked through the double doors and entered Desert, the sound of screams filled my delicate ears and I smiled broadly at these wails of pain or solitude. "Scream all you want! But all of you will never get out alive!" I yelled mockingly.
"Screw you, Legato! You'll get yours soon enough, oh yes, you will!" a shrill reply answered.
I only shook my head but didn't feel the presence of one of those damn guards until his hand whipped my head forward into my room. He laughed as I fell on the ground and shut the door behind me. "One of these days..oh yes..one of these days," I grumbled as I stood and plopped down onto my bed.
I rolled onto my back, being only fifteen at this time, my whole body was going through changes. More so in the mental than physical and emotional, but isn't emotional and mental the same? Psh, oh well. As I stared out through the sun roof my eyelids became heavy, pursuading me to travel in the depths of insanity and pain. I gave in with pleasure, my body tingling to feel blood and the sound of my own wails. But the only wails were from my mind, I never let out a cry or scream in my life time. "Ah...the feeling of pain along my every nerve...how I never loathed this," I murmered to myself.
Through the sounds of flesh becoming nothing more than blood soaked clothes I heard the door open the close just as quickly. I awoke from my daydream and sat up only to face eyes of red, I didn't panic.. "Who are you?" I inquired coldly.
"..is that a question from you, or is that a question from your wandering sick mind?" replied the girl.
"Both..."
"I am called Slyn, that is all you need to know."
The girl wandered around the room, looking at all the stuff I had covered with blood or cloth. I laid back down on my bed, this was to be a very difficult thing to comprehend. A wench in my room, my room! Damnit to those stupid guards. I just wondered if she could take my insanity, my cutting and my mind. Her complection looked like something from hell, Slyn's hair was of raven color and her eyes were crimson red, her body was well formed for what looked like a ten year old. Curves and...wait, I am not checking her out. I have my own business to attend to anyways. Slyn made her final round and finaly sat on her own bed," you are...Legato, am I right?" she asked.
"That I am," I replied simply as I soon began to fall into my dream world once again.
My eyelids closed and my body tingled with the feel of metal around my wrists, digging into me like a knife to pork. I fell into the ecstasy of blood, the feeling of it running over my body like water in a pool. Which I never had been in a pool but I always imagined it having crimson red and I was there swimming, actually being happy. The metal on my wrists tightened and soon circulation was cut off, blood ran down my fingertips and dropped to the white marble floor. I was grinning, grinning a sinister and pleasure filled grin. It was like I was on an all out high, a high on blood and it's silky feel. "I'm....actually..in peace..," I muttered.
I then came back to reality and rubbed my wrists in a phsycotic way. I missed the feeling of metal on my wrists, the feeling of blood running over my entire body. Slyn stood up and walked over to the side of my bed," you have daydreams of abuse and blood...you inflict physical and emotional pain upon yourself for your sole pleasure. What about others inflicting pain on you? How would you like that? But then how would your mental side overcome the pleasure of something else happening? Maybe happiness or sadness?" she inquired.
"Shut up and mind your own business, wench," I snapped and rolled onto my side, blocking her from seeing me.
"A wench, eh? This wench is one who can help you gain your pleasure...in fact, I can get some metal for you."
I shot up in my bed," Really?! How can you do that?"
Slyn turned away," you told me to mind my own business...so I will, too bad."
I growled in the back of my throat, she soon began to rise from the floor. The look on her face as I turned her around to look at me was priceless. "Give me...what you have offered!"
Slyn's arms soon came up in the air and her head snapped back. My powers were then knocked back at me and I hit the wall next to my bed, Slyn dropped to the floor and glared at me. "I didn't know you could do that...but I have a way to break the mind control," she said with ice in her tone.
I sat up and turned around, a crimson color stained the wall. I reached back and touched the back of my head, a sticky substance came off onto my fingetips and I indulged in this feeling. The pain washed over me as I fell forward onto my bed, blood hazing my vision. But then the door opened and two bulky guards rushed in, I blacked out before I could use my powers to send them back.
~ Visions ~
"Severe blow to the back of the head? How could he survive?" a mellow but harsh voice inquired.
I opened my eyes slowly and realized it was one of those weird doctors talking with another. "I don't know doctor, but all I know is he isn't in any pain. He hadn't shown any while we were stitching him back up, what's his case anyways?" the other doctor asked.
"He is a Blood Addict...he loves the feel, the smell and the flow of blood. He can't get enough, I saw it through those cameras. His mental case is moving things with his mind, controlling beings and..well, abusing himself in the most sickning ways. We've tried to keep those under control but they always seem to overflow...that Slyn girl is much too weak to have nullified Legato's powers. But maybe he didn't put his full power into her..maybe the two of them are at the same level, meaning that one of them has a powerful feeling towards the other. Hate probably, love maybe, friendship would be the most logical of the three. But they've moved fast with being two hate drawn people. He's been having severe levels of withdrawl, we have to really watch him or we may never be alive to know what happens."
I frowned," you pathetic being. All you know is what happens in the past, I know what will happen in the future! Earth will become nothing more than a desert, a desert full of drifters and shit like that! All you know is nothing more than what color socks you are wearing..and those are black," I growled.
"How did you know that?!"
I smirked my most sinister smirk," I know all about you, doctor. Even your blood type and where you were born! I know everything there is to know of the future!"
The two doctors stepped away from me as I tried to get out of my confinments, my veins bulging in my biceps as I pulled at the metal ropes. The feel of metal cutting through almost made me melt in this place but soon I had pulled myself free. The second doctor came forward and grabbed my shoulders," Legato! Stop this at once!"
I whirled around and sent the doctor into a wall, lifted a scalpal with my mind and sent it towards his head. "Legato!" an unfamiliar voice thundered.
The scalpal stopped inches from the doctor's face as I turned around. A man with platinum blonde hair and aquamarine eyes was standing in the doorway. "Thank the lord...Knives, will you please escort Legato to his room," the doctor said.
"Yes, I will do that," the man replied and I was sent with him.
"I saw what you were doing..magnificant work, my boy. But you shouldn't be wasting your time with petty men like those," Knives said.
I turned to him," how...how do you know of all this?" I inquired.
"Because...I can do the same. We are alike in ways that I too, don't understand. We both have the ability to hurt people with our powers, one day..both of us will set out and control all of Lindali, then the world."
"The world? But what has the world got to do with anything?"
Knives turned to me, rested his hands on my shoulders and gazed into my eyes. "The world has turned its' back on all of us...soon we..the gifted beings..will be sent to the mines, to be sealed away in the mines. Then they will destroy the mines and destroy all of us, would you want that?"
I turned from his gaze and sent it to the floor," I don't know.."
"Well...we're in front of the door to your room, think about it, Legato. Think about all the fun we'll have destroying vermin."
Knives turned around and walked back down the hall, I entered my room and realized Slyn wasn't there. Oh well, who cared if that girl wasn't here. I sat down on my bed and pulled out the knife I had stolen from the operating table. I began to saw at my forearm subconsciencly, drowning in the pleasure of blood and pain. A short rumble came to my throat, almost like a cat purr and I smiled. The door opened and I put the knife under me, Slyn entered and sat down on her bed. She looked drained of life, soul and hope. Her eyes were a lighter crimson red and her body was pale. "What happened to you?" I inquired while staring at my bleeding arm.
"I don't know...all I know is..is that this man passed by me and sent me a glance. That's all I remember until I was in the scientist's room and having tests done on me," Slyn replied with a shudder.
"Oh? Tests, huh? Well..you look like the guinea pig anyways. Did they feed you a granola bar or two?" I asked with a mocking tone.
Slyn's color soon came back and her eyes became full again," you are rude. You only care for yourself, no one else. You're a pig in the asylum," she said with fire on her tongue.
"Well..you're no better than a rat whom I've stepped on," I growled and laid back on my bed.
Slyn snorted," you're just a power hungry bastard."
"And you should shut up! Before I kill you."
Slyn was quiet for a while but then spoke after clicking her tongue," would you kill me slow...or kill me fast?"
"Slow and painfully..."
"Would you like the feel of blood on your hands?"
"Yes."
"Would you take mine..and pretend it was your own?"
I sat up in my bed and gazed across the room at her," I'm not a vampire, if you didn't know that."
Slyn played with a strand of her hair," I know that."
It was dark so all I could see was the outline of her body, the moon was being rather pesky and beaming right down onto my side of the room. "Then why would you ask that?"
"Because...I know how you work. If you killed that doctor..would you had played in his pooling blood?"
"How did you know about that?"
"I know alot...I see alot..and I hear alot.."
I suddenly felt drained of energy and fell back onto my bed, my eyelids closing and I fell into a slumber. Slyn laid down and while I slept I could feel her crimson eyes on me.
~ Morning ~
I opened my eyes and suddenly felt a heavy weight on my stomach, it gurgled loudly and wouldn't stop hurting until I sat up. "What time is it?" I inquired to no one in particular.
"It's noon," came a reply.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and caught a glimpse of Slyn coming from the bathroom. She vanished behind her bed and I heard clothing being put on. I then remembered that there were no towels in the bathroom and shook my head furiously to shake images. "Oh, lunch...," I murmered and heard the door unlock.
I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. Slyn appeared out from behind her bed and shot past me, unusual but who cared?
I entered the lunch room and stood behind a tall dark man with a mohawk dyed blue. He was on of those odd people who got stuck here because no one else wanted him. Behind me was a rather short fellow with just one eye, we called him Seer. 'What would you like?" the lady behind the counter inquired.
"Curry," I replied simply.
It was slid over to me and I made my way to a table, a lone table. I sat down and began to eat, but it was soon interupted by three young men with the same problem. They all had been born with pyro and assault genes. "Oh, hello Legato," one sneered as he sat down next to me.
I ignored him and ate my curry silently. The other two sat down," hey, arntcha' gonna say somethin' when someone's talkin' to ya' ?" a blonde passault inquired.
I didn't say a word. The guy next to me knocked my curry to the ground and that really angered me. "You can talk to me with your unintelligent words, you can pester me with your damn assault..but never, I mean never knock my meal away from me," I growled.
The three were flung from their seats and sent into the walls, the guards only watched. They didn't care for those guys much because they were a lot to handle. I nelt down and picked up the remaining curry in the bowl, got up and set it on the table. I sat down and began to eat again, soon everyone was talking and not staring at my table. "Legato," Slyn said as she sat down next to me.
"What do you want?" I inquired as I put my spoon in the bowl.
"Nice job, you know..with those three. Everyone was afraid to stand against them...but you weren't and you finally gave them what they deserved. Severe concussions!"
I only glared at her," it's because all of you are weak...weak as babies. You all should just go to hell and rot," I growled.
"Legato? What's wrong?"
I only turned away from her, how could I say that my mental side was becoming worse but then again I would let it flow over me like blood. I touched the now drying blood on my forearm and closed my eyes. "Nothing..nothing's wrong," I murmered.
"Yes there is..I'm not one to be all girlish...but, do you need me to help?"
I shook my head, my curry was now lodged in my throat and I felt as if everything was going to spill out. I got up and my chair fell back with a slam but I didn't care, I just ran from the lunch room as quickly as I could. Slyn sat there with a confused look, but then shook her head and started to eat.
I sat down on my bed and pulled out the knife, glaring at it with all the power within me. It bent in a twisted way then returned to its' normal form. My mind soon became invaded with images, images of death and blood in this damn Desert Asylum. The knife was tossed aside and I stood up, my head becoming flooded with the images. Sharp pain came across my body as I tore my shirt off, the knife was twirling in the air and slicing through my flesh. But I wasn't doing this, it wasn't my mind. I turned to the doorway and heard the faint, shrill squeak that I always heard when I tapped into my abilities. I knew this was Knives, he was cutting me with my own pleasure. I sent a message back to him.
" Do you think I can't hear your mind? I know you're there, Knives. I can hear you breathing and telling this knife to cut me.."
"I know you can hear me...join me..and we can finaly ge-" Knives was cut off.
The knife fell to the ground as blood slid down my abdominal region, slipping into my baggy black patient pants. Slits marked up my chest and part of my torso, I fell back and dropped to my bed. "....I actually hurt...," I murmered as the door opened.
Slyn walked in and I blacked out.
~ To Be Continued. Oh, please review and tell me you liked it! I know it sounds sick that Legato is obsessed with blood and pain but oh well.
~ I don't own Trigun, its' characters nor its' creators matter-of-factly. So, please enjoy this little segment of insaneness and...stuff.. the whole story takes place when Legato is atleast fifteen..I myself have no idea how old he is in the show, so if you do..please let me know...I'll just write that he's twenty five later in the chapters ~
These thoughts, yes, the thoughts. I've had them ever since my near fatal collision back in my younger days, not knowing what gravity really was back then. But now, being fifteen and a so called 'special case' I feel that I fit in with all the other damn pshyco paths, mental cases, hobos and demon worshippers. My case is moving things, taking over other beings' minds and abusing myself in hate filled fury. I was sent to Desert Asylum when I was only ten years of age, growing up in this so called ' Safe Haven' I knew I had to get out one day. Why did I want out? I don't know why the hell I wanted out, I loved listening to the pain of other patients. Now, passing all this information I am about to unfold...will you understand my position? I hope so..because no one else listens to me...they only hear their own blood running from their selfinflicted wounds.
Chapter- One Title- My Name Is....
Wandering along the barbed fences and listening to the sound of cries, I sent my hand along the fence. Running it along the smooth metal and sending images of that metal cutting into my skin, so smoothly and gentle. Like how mothers trace their finger along a baby's cheek when they first bring them home, I never had that chance for I never knew my mother. "Patient number thirty five! Back to your quarters!" one of the bastards yelled.
I walked through the double doors and entered Desert, the sound of screams filled my delicate ears and I smiled broadly at these wails of pain or solitude. "Scream all you want! But all of you will never get out alive!" I yelled mockingly.
"Screw you, Legato! You'll get yours soon enough, oh yes, you will!" a shrill reply answered.
I only shook my head but didn't feel the presence of one of those damn guards until his hand whipped my head forward into my room. He laughed as I fell on the ground and shut the door behind me. "One of these days..oh yes..one of these days," I grumbled as I stood and plopped down onto my bed.
I rolled onto my back, being only fifteen at this time, my whole body was going through changes. More so in the mental than physical and emotional, but isn't emotional and mental the same? Psh, oh well. As I stared out through the sun roof my eyelids became heavy, pursuading me to travel in the depths of insanity and pain. I gave in with pleasure, my body tingling to feel blood and the sound of my own wails. But the only wails were from my mind, I never let out a cry or scream in my life time. "Ah...the feeling of pain along my every nerve...how I never loathed this," I murmered to myself.
Through the sounds of flesh becoming nothing more than blood soaked clothes I heard the door open the close just as quickly. I awoke from my daydream and sat up only to face eyes of red, I didn't panic.. "Who are you?" I inquired coldly.
"..is that a question from you, or is that a question from your wandering sick mind?" replied the girl.
"Both..."
"I am called Slyn, that is all you need to know."
The girl wandered around the room, looking at all the stuff I had covered with blood or cloth. I laid back down on my bed, this was to be a very difficult thing to comprehend. A wench in my room, my room! Damnit to those stupid guards. I just wondered if she could take my insanity, my cutting and my mind. Her complection looked like something from hell, Slyn's hair was of raven color and her eyes were crimson red, her body was well formed for what looked like a ten year old. Curves and...wait, I am not checking her out. I have my own business to attend to anyways. Slyn made her final round and finaly sat on her own bed," you are...Legato, am I right?" she asked.
"That I am," I replied simply as I soon began to fall into my dream world once again.
My eyelids closed and my body tingled with the feel of metal around my wrists, digging into me like a knife to pork. I fell into the ecstasy of blood, the feeling of it running over my body like water in a pool. Which I never had been in a pool but I always imagined it having crimson red and I was there swimming, actually being happy. The metal on my wrists tightened and soon circulation was cut off, blood ran down my fingertips and dropped to the white marble floor. I was grinning, grinning a sinister and pleasure filled grin. It was like I was on an all out high, a high on blood and it's silky feel. "I'm....actually..in peace..," I muttered.
I then came back to reality and rubbed my wrists in a phsycotic way. I missed the feeling of metal on my wrists, the feeling of blood running over my entire body. Slyn stood up and walked over to the side of my bed," you have daydreams of abuse and blood...you inflict physical and emotional pain upon yourself for your sole pleasure. What about others inflicting pain on you? How would you like that? But then how would your mental side overcome the pleasure of something else happening? Maybe happiness or sadness?" she inquired.
"Shut up and mind your own business, wench," I snapped and rolled onto my side, blocking her from seeing me.
"A wench, eh? This wench is one who can help you gain your pleasure...in fact, I can get some metal for you."
I shot up in my bed," Really?! How can you do that?"
Slyn turned away," you told me to mind my own business...so I will, too bad."
I growled in the back of my throat, she soon began to rise from the floor. The look on her face as I turned her around to look at me was priceless. "Give me...what you have offered!"
Slyn's arms soon came up in the air and her head snapped back. My powers were then knocked back at me and I hit the wall next to my bed, Slyn dropped to the floor and glared at me. "I didn't know you could do that...but I have a way to break the mind control," she said with ice in her tone.
I sat up and turned around, a crimson color stained the wall. I reached back and touched the back of my head, a sticky substance came off onto my fingetips and I indulged in this feeling. The pain washed over me as I fell forward onto my bed, blood hazing my vision. But then the door opened and two bulky guards rushed in, I blacked out before I could use my powers to send them back.
~ Visions ~
"Severe blow to the back of the head? How could he survive?" a mellow but harsh voice inquired.
I opened my eyes slowly and realized it was one of those weird doctors talking with another. "I don't know doctor, but all I know is he isn't in any pain. He hadn't shown any while we were stitching him back up, what's his case anyways?" the other doctor asked.
"He is a Blood Addict...he loves the feel, the smell and the flow of blood. He can't get enough, I saw it through those cameras. His mental case is moving things with his mind, controlling beings and..well, abusing himself in the most sickning ways. We've tried to keep those under control but they always seem to overflow...that Slyn girl is much too weak to have nullified Legato's powers. But maybe he didn't put his full power into her..maybe the two of them are at the same level, meaning that one of them has a powerful feeling towards the other. Hate probably, love maybe, friendship would be the most logical of the three. But they've moved fast with being two hate drawn people. He's been having severe levels of withdrawl, we have to really watch him or we may never be alive to know what happens."
I frowned," you pathetic being. All you know is what happens in the past, I know what will happen in the future! Earth will become nothing more than a desert, a desert full of drifters and shit like that! All you know is nothing more than what color socks you are wearing..and those are black," I growled.
"How did you know that?!"
I smirked my most sinister smirk," I know all about you, doctor. Even your blood type and where you were born! I know everything there is to know of the future!"
The two doctors stepped away from me as I tried to get out of my confinments, my veins bulging in my biceps as I pulled at the metal ropes. The feel of metal cutting through almost made me melt in this place but soon I had pulled myself free. The second doctor came forward and grabbed my shoulders," Legato! Stop this at once!"
I whirled around and sent the doctor into a wall, lifted a scalpal with my mind and sent it towards his head. "Legato!" an unfamiliar voice thundered.
The scalpal stopped inches from the doctor's face as I turned around. A man with platinum blonde hair and aquamarine eyes was standing in the doorway. "Thank the lord...Knives, will you please escort Legato to his room," the doctor said.
"Yes, I will do that," the man replied and I was sent with him.
"I saw what you were doing..magnificant work, my boy. But you shouldn't be wasting your time with petty men like those," Knives said.
I turned to him," how...how do you know of all this?" I inquired.
"Because...I can do the same. We are alike in ways that I too, don't understand. We both have the ability to hurt people with our powers, one day..both of us will set out and control all of Lindali, then the world."
"The world? But what has the world got to do with anything?"
Knives turned to me, rested his hands on my shoulders and gazed into my eyes. "The world has turned its' back on all of us...soon we..the gifted beings..will be sent to the mines, to be sealed away in the mines. Then they will destroy the mines and destroy all of us, would you want that?"
I turned from his gaze and sent it to the floor," I don't know.."
"Well...we're in front of the door to your room, think about it, Legato. Think about all the fun we'll have destroying vermin."
Knives turned around and walked back down the hall, I entered my room and realized Slyn wasn't there. Oh well, who cared if that girl wasn't here. I sat down on my bed and pulled out the knife I had stolen from the operating table. I began to saw at my forearm subconsciencly, drowning in the pleasure of blood and pain. A short rumble came to my throat, almost like a cat purr and I smiled. The door opened and I put the knife under me, Slyn entered and sat down on her bed. She looked drained of life, soul and hope. Her eyes were a lighter crimson red and her body was pale. "What happened to you?" I inquired while staring at my bleeding arm.
"I don't know...all I know is..is that this man passed by me and sent me a glance. That's all I remember until I was in the scientist's room and having tests done on me," Slyn replied with a shudder.
"Oh? Tests, huh? Well..you look like the guinea pig anyways. Did they feed you a granola bar or two?" I asked with a mocking tone.
Slyn's color soon came back and her eyes became full again," you are rude. You only care for yourself, no one else. You're a pig in the asylum," she said with fire on her tongue.
"Well..you're no better than a rat whom I've stepped on," I growled and laid back on my bed.
Slyn snorted," you're just a power hungry bastard."
"And you should shut up! Before I kill you."
Slyn was quiet for a while but then spoke after clicking her tongue," would you kill me slow...or kill me fast?"
"Slow and painfully..."
"Would you like the feel of blood on your hands?"
"Yes."
"Would you take mine..and pretend it was your own?"
I sat up in my bed and gazed across the room at her," I'm not a vampire, if you didn't know that."
Slyn played with a strand of her hair," I know that."
It was dark so all I could see was the outline of her body, the moon was being rather pesky and beaming right down onto my side of the room. "Then why would you ask that?"
"Because...I know how you work. If you killed that doctor..would you had played in his pooling blood?"
"How did you know about that?"
"I know alot...I see alot..and I hear alot.."
I suddenly felt drained of energy and fell back onto my bed, my eyelids closing and I fell into a slumber. Slyn laid down and while I slept I could feel her crimson eyes on me.
~ Morning ~
I opened my eyes and suddenly felt a heavy weight on my stomach, it gurgled loudly and wouldn't stop hurting until I sat up. "What time is it?" I inquired to no one in particular.
"It's noon," came a reply.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and caught a glimpse of Slyn coming from the bathroom. She vanished behind her bed and I heard clothing being put on. I then remembered that there were no towels in the bathroom and shook my head furiously to shake images. "Oh, lunch...," I murmered and heard the door unlock.
I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. Slyn appeared out from behind her bed and shot past me, unusual but who cared?
I entered the lunch room and stood behind a tall dark man with a mohawk dyed blue. He was on of those odd people who got stuck here because no one else wanted him. Behind me was a rather short fellow with just one eye, we called him Seer. 'What would you like?" the lady behind the counter inquired.
"Curry," I replied simply.
It was slid over to me and I made my way to a table, a lone table. I sat down and began to eat, but it was soon interupted by three young men with the same problem. They all had been born with pyro and assault genes. "Oh, hello Legato," one sneered as he sat down next to me.
I ignored him and ate my curry silently. The other two sat down," hey, arntcha' gonna say somethin' when someone's talkin' to ya' ?" a blonde passault inquired.
I didn't say a word. The guy next to me knocked my curry to the ground and that really angered me. "You can talk to me with your unintelligent words, you can pester me with your damn assault..but never, I mean never knock my meal away from me," I growled.
The three were flung from their seats and sent into the walls, the guards only watched. They didn't care for those guys much because they were a lot to handle. I nelt down and picked up the remaining curry in the bowl, got up and set it on the table. I sat down and began to eat again, soon everyone was talking and not staring at my table. "Legato," Slyn said as she sat down next to me.
"What do you want?" I inquired as I put my spoon in the bowl.
"Nice job, you know..with those three. Everyone was afraid to stand against them...but you weren't and you finally gave them what they deserved. Severe concussions!"
I only glared at her," it's because all of you are weak...weak as babies. You all should just go to hell and rot," I growled.
"Legato? What's wrong?"
I only turned away from her, how could I say that my mental side was becoming worse but then again I would let it flow over me like blood. I touched the now drying blood on my forearm and closed my eyes. "Nothing..nothing's wrong," I murmered.
"Yes there is..I'm not one to be all girlish...but, do you need me to help?"
I shook my head, my curry was now lodged in my throat and I felt as if everything was going to spill out. I got up and my chair fell back with a slam but I didn't care, I just ran from the lunch room as quickly as I could. Slyn sat there with a confused look, but then shook her head and started to eat.
I sat down on my bed and pulled out the knife, glaring at it with all the power within me. It bent in a twisted way then returned to its' normal form. My mind soon became invaded with images, images of death and blood in this damn Desert Asylum. The knife was tossed aside and I stood up, my head becoming flooded with the images. Sharp pain came across my body as I tore my shirt off, the knife was twirling in the air and slicing through my flesh. But I wasn't doing this, it wasn't my mind. I turned to the doorway and heard the faint, shrill squeak that I always heard when I tapped into my abilities. I knew this was Knives, he was cutting me with my own pleasure. I sent a message back to him.
" Do you think I can't hear your mind? I know you're there, Knives. I can hear you breathing and telling this knife to cut me.."
"I know you can hear me...join me..and we can finaly ge-" Knives was cut off.
The knife fell to the ground as blood slid down my abdominal region, slipping into my baggy black patient pants. Slits marked up my chest and part of my torso, I fell back and dropped to my bed. "....I actually hurt...," I murmered as the door opened.
Slyn walked in and I blacked out.
~ To Be Continued. Oh, please review and tell me you liked it! I know it sounds sick that Legato is obsessed with blood and pain but oh well.