Synthetic Soul
Kai sat at the foot of some cheap motel bed, twitching, sweating, and slowly drowning in a pit of broken memories and lethal chemicals. His pupils were dilated, his breathing erratic and laboured. Maniacal laughter filled his head.
Kai gripped his head in his hands and clenched his teeth violently. His eyes, bloodshot orbs of pained fire sought to shake off vile and perverted hallucinations. Nothing made sense. Everything was being thrown haphazardly around a rapidly accelerating storm, dissected, mixed and churned into one awful blur of crimson, grey and gunmetal.
Cowering, naked, before a sick, twisted persona
A body, bruised and battered and left for dead in some back alley. Blood- everywhere.
"Make it stop"
Fleeting images of happier times. Beyblade tournaments... Victories... Friends even...
"Stop!"
Carnage. Failure, brutal separation wrought with cold steel...
He screamed. It was happening again. He jumped off of the bed, only to fall -smack- flat on his face, a carelessly discarded syringe jammed into his arm. In a rage, he ripped the device out, and threw it against the wall like a killing dart. His limbs flailed wildly in uncontrollable swings and sweeps. He groped wildly for his latest blade; a small piece of wicked steel that launched bullets- not beyblades. He couldn't find it.
Blood thundered through his brain.
"STOP!!"
The occupant of the adjacent unit pounded an angry fist against the wall and shouted some special curse reserved for the particularly noisy. Kai passed out, his body utterly overwhelmed. Beyond the grimy windows of the motel unit, the storm exploded, hurling itself upon the city with incredible destructive force.
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No more here I'm afraid. I may even delete Chap II and leave the story as I originally intended- as a one shot descriptive piece designed to look at Kai using a sort of weather motif. Sorry about that.
The Bong