Korr: ..Need an original, head for the Horror section. *Feral grin,
followed by a snigger of darkness..*
"Come! We meet our adversary!"
....................Start.
"A cage. Hm." The silky voice, lathered with darkness purred from behind the heavyset bars of the last cell of the row. With his mouth slightly ajar, light breath passed through the lips as the prisoner examined the shackles wrapped menacingly around his wrists. He smiled as he heard mousy footsteps creep their way down the almost vacant scientific jail. Not bothering to raise his head, he hunched over the edge of the single sized bed that was placed inside the small enclosure for him. "..A visitor. Who is it this time?" He mused through a displeased scowl. He was really in no mood to be bothered by imbeciles today.
A pair of bare female legs tapped against the floor outside of his cage, and he could clearly see that whoever this woman was, she was wearing high heels. By the way her breath came in quick pants, and how fast she showed up, she was obviously running to this cell. Slowly blinking, he lifted a dark eyebrow at the pair of legs, feeling a set of eyes lay themselves over his bent over figure, maybe even attempting to penetrate the screen of dark blue hair masking his face in darkness. He wondered what this bitch could possibly want, unless she was here to drag him away to the experiment he was forced to accept- if that was so, then why just a small female? Please. He wasn't a pussy.
"Ken.." She stated quietly, gulping as if she had trouble squeezing the words through her windpipe. Something at the back of his mind ticked away at the locked door he possessed, where memories from long ago tried to escape. He wondered if the voice sounded familiar or not, and what he would do if it was someone he once knew. Shrugging, he let out a grunt from the back of his throat in reply.
"Ken, that's you. Isn't it? Ken Ichijouji." The woman spoke again, sounding more pleading than informative. The words drifted to his emotionless ears and he slowly shook his head. This little girl was already starting to get on his nerves. Glancing down at the restraints on both his wrists, holding them together, he finally pulled his gaze away from them and rolled it towards the girl. His thick dark hair hid her face, he could only see up to her waist from the way he was hunched over. "What the fuck do you want, missy?"
Silenced filled the space between them, and he could hear the rustling of her clothes. A sniffle erupted from her and she choked back a cry. Simply sitting there and watching, he pulled himself back from the hunched over position and sat back against the far wall of the chamber. Flipping his head back, the loose strands of dark hair drifted from in front of his eyes and he was left with a clear vision of the woman before him. Miyako Inoue. She appeared taller and more powerful, but he could still recognize her. The dam of memories sprung a leak and something fought its way to the surface of his dark ocean, bubbling up as an image of her from the window of a jet plane. "You," he spat hatefully.
"Ken.Ken, what happened to you?" Miyako whispered, taking a step closer to the silver bars. Staring through them, she could see the edges of his violet eyes, cold and desolate. Remembering that look, tears came to her eyes and she wrapped her fingers around the cold metal. "You're not like this Ken. This isn't you; please say you didn't kill those people. Please." Her bottom lip trembled and the saddened eyes behind her glasses went misty as she looked at him.
"I killed them. I murder every last one of them, and you know what? It was delicious. I enjoyed spilling their blood on my hands, and I'll do it again once I get out of these manacles." Rising as he spoke, his piercing gaze narrowed at the blubbering female. Lifting his arms he clenched his fists and showed her the restraints slapped coldly around his wrists, shaking them for emphasis. A cold smile stretched his lips thinly, and he started to chuckle at the back of his throat as Miyako let go of the bars and took an automatic step away.
"N-No, y-you didn't. You couldn't have." Miyako stammered, looking directly into Ken's flat dim violet eyes. She remembered enough of him to know that his eyes weren't the same as they were fifteen years ago. Back then they were warm and inviting, with the hint of guilt and sadness shifting beneath them when the pain was fresh. Her knuckle pressed against the middle of her lips, as she looked him over, standing before her like a giant dressed in a white t-shirt and pants-specially designed for the research facility.
"Oh but I did. You know I did, and I don't regret it." He grinned darkly, lifting his arms and leaning forward against the cold bars. Watching her, he narrowed his eyes and jerked his head in the direction a pair of footsteps sounded off. A male voice called for Miyako and his heavy feet padded loudly against the metallic floor of the containment unit. Another blast of her name echoed down the smooth hallway, moving closer by the sounds of it. Ken smirked. "Looks like your boyfriend's calling. Run. Run away little scientist."
Miyako turned and wiped the tears from her eyes, shivers making their way down the center of her spine. Regaining her composer, she smoothed back her hair and started walking quickly down the hallway. "I'm here," she called, starting to jog towards Marvin, almost regretting the little visit she had with Ken. Indeed he startled and disturbed her now, but the assignment she forced her way into scared her a lot more than it did a few hours ago.
.She was about to go up against the Kaiser, the monster that plagued Ken's dreams as a boy, and she was afraid to do it alone.
"Come! We meet our adversary!"
....................Start.
"A cage. Hm." The silky voice, lathered with darkness purred from behind the heavyset bars of the last cell of the row. With his mouth slightly ajar, light breath passed through the lips as the prisoner examined the shackles wrapped menacingly around his wrists. He smiled as he heard mousy footsteps creep their way down the almost vacant scientific jail. Not bothering to raise his head, he hunched over the edge of the single sized bed that was placed inside the small enclosure for him. "..A visitor. Who is it this time?" He mused through a displeased scowl. He was really in no mood to be bothered by imbeciles today.
A pair of bare female legs tapped against the floor outside of his cage, and he could clearly see that whoever this woman was, she was wearing high heels. By the way her breath came in quick pants, and how fast she showed up, she was obviously running to this cell. Slowly blinking, he lifted a dark eyebrow at the pair of legs, feeling a set of eyes lay themselves over his bent over figure, maybe even attempting to penetrate the screen of dark blue hair masking his face in darkness. He wondered what this bitch could possibly want, unless she was here to drag him away to the experiment he was forced to accept- if that was so, then why just a small female? Please. He wasn't a pussy.
"Ken.." She stated quietly, gulping as if she had trouble squeezing the words through her windpipe. Something at the back of his mind ticked away at the locked door he possessed, where memories from long ago tried to escape. He wondered if the voice sounded familiar or not, and what he would do if it was someone he once knew. Shrugging, he let out a grunt from the back of his throat in reply.
"Ken, that's you. Isn't it? Ken Ichijouji." The woman spoke again, sounding more pleading than informative. The words drifted to his emotionless ears and he slowly shook his head. This little girl was already starting to get on his nerves. Glancing down at the restraints on both his wrists, holding them together, he finally pulled his gaze away from them and rolled it towards the girl. His thick dark hair hid her face, he could only see up to her waist from the way he was hunched over. "What the fuck do you want, missy?"
Silenced filled the space between them, and he could hear the rustling of her clothes. A sniffle erupted from her and she choked back a cry. Simply sitting there and watching, he pulled himself back from the hunched over position and sat back against the far wall of the chamber. Flipping his head back, the loose strands of dark hair drifted from in front of his eyes and he was left with a clear vision of the woman before him. Miyako Inoue. She appeared taller and more powerful, but he could still recognize her. The dam of memories sprung a leak and something fought its way to the surface of his dark ocean, bubbling up as an image of her from the window of a jet plane. "You," he spat hatefully.
"Ken.Ken, what happened to you?" Miyako whispered, taking a step closer to the silver bars. Staring through them, she could see the edges of his violet eyes, cold and desolate. Remembering that look, tears came to her eyes and she wrapped her fingers around the cold metal. "You're not like this Ken. This isn't you; please say you didn't kill those people. Please." Her bottom lip trembled and the saddened eyes behind her glasses went misty as she looked at him.
"I killed them. I murder every last one of them, and you know what? It was delicious. I enjoyed spilling their blood on my hands, and I'll do it again once I get out of these manacles." Rising as he spoke, his piercing gaze narrowed at the blubbering female. Lifting his arms he clenched his fists and showed her the restraints slapped coldly around his wrists, shaking them for emphasis. A cold smile stretched his lips thinly, and he started to chuckle at the back of his throat as Miyako let go of the bars and took an automatic step away.
"N-No, y-you didn't. You couldn't have." Miyako stammered, looking directly into Ken's flat dim violet eyes. She remembered enough of him to know that his eyes weren't the same as they were fifteen years ago. Back then they were warm and inviting, with the hint of guilt and sadness shifting beneath them when the pain was fresh. Her knuckle pressed against the middle of her lips, as she looked him over, standing before her like a giant dressed in a white t-shirt and pants-specially designed for the research facility.
"Oh but I did. You know I did, and I don't regret it." He grinned darkly, lifting his arms and leaning forward against the cold bars. Watching her, he narrowed his eyes and jerked his head in the direction a pair of footsteps sounded off. A male voice called for Miyako and his heavy feet padded loudly against the metallic floor of the containment unit. Another blast of her name echoed down the smooth hallway, moving closer by the sounds of it. Ken smirked. "Looks like your boyfriend's calling. Run. Run away little scientist."
Miyako turned and wiped the tears from her eyes, shivers making their way down the center of her spine. Regaining her composer, she smoothed back her hair and started walking quickly down the hallway. "I'm here," she called, starting to jog towards Marvin, almost regretting the little visit she had with Ken. Indeed he startled and disturbed her now, but the assignment she forced her way into scared her a lot more than it did a few hours ago.
.She was about to go up against the Kaiser, the monster that plagued Ken's dreams as a boy, and she was afraid to do it alone.