A malicious laugh proved that he wasn't hearing things. "What's wrong, Rion? Getting a little... paranoid?"
Rion's eyes drifted down to the security camera screen. There before him, was the image of Cain. "You..."
Another laugh cut Rion's statement short. "I'm rather shocked. You decided to actually come back. What, did you miss me, li'l bro?"
Rion scowled. "I am NOT your brother," he muttered.
"Oh, poor little Rion, still as confused as always. You still don't get it, do you?" He snickered, shaking his head. "Still as naive as always..."
"I know you're just fucking with my head, Cain. You can't win, there," Rion responded, glaring at the image of Cain before him.
Cain looked as if he had leaned back in his seat, smirking like a cat who had just eaten the canary. "You are so pathetic, Rion. Okay, so maybe... just MAYBE you might be human. Tell me, then. Where are your parents now, Rion?"
Rion hesitated. "I... don't know," he muttered, glancing down. His memories had always been drenched in a heavy fog. It was a fog so think that he could've bet his life that if it was a tangible fog, he wouldn't be able to see more than a few inches ahead of him. "I'm not really sure, okay?"
Cain smirked again, satisfied with Rion's pathetic semblance of a response. "Do you even know where you lived, my ingenious Rion?"
An image of a house flashed in his mind. Sad. That's the way the majority of his memories were, just images. If even that much. "Yeah. I lived in a house..." Another image flashed in his mind of a street name. "Oak Street. It's... not too far out of the city."
"Good," Cain answered with another of those bothersome laughs. "I'll be waiting for you there with the answers you seek."
Just as Rion was about to say yet another thing, the image of Cain disappeared from the screen. As the focus returned on the monitor, all that could be seen was the normal security camera view.
"Dammit!" Rion swore as he hit his fist down on the counter in front of the security monitor. He felt his anger surge, and his headache began to grow more and more agonizing.
"Look, there he is!" a voice yelled from behind him.
Rion turned around slowly, his breath beginning to heave in his chest. Behind him were eight security guards, fully armed. Rion felt his stress level rising. Why did they choose to show up now, of all times? Was this another of Cain's little presents?
Before he realized it, all the guards began to rush him. "remember, Cain wants him alive!"
Rion held out his hand, palm facing outward, following that same old routine. His mind still was focused on using Red, so he began to build up the flames in his mind.
As Rion began to push the flames from his mind out through his hand, a sudden pain enveloped his entire body. "Fucking shit," he realized all too late, "I forgot to use a delmetor." An electrical burst exploded through his psionic channels. He screamed in pain as he clutched his head. The pain was so excruciating. He felt it, like a knife, cutting through his muscles, his nerves, his veins. All over, a shocking, stabbing, slashing, indescribable pain.
The guards continued to rush him, but a different result happened. The guards closest to Rion let out screams as their bodies exploded into a bloody mess. A shower of organs, blood, and flesh washed over Rion as the rest of the guards who made that fatal approach were torn apart all the same. Rion fumbled in pain for a delmetor. He found one and pushed it in his mouth, and despite the unbearable pain, he swallowed.
Suddenly, he collapsed on the ground, conscious and breathing hard, feeling the blood that initially hit him soak through his clothes. Not to mention the massive pool of blood he fell into, as well. "Damn," he said to himself as he rubbed his head, only smearing more of the vermilion liquid onto himself. "I didn't realize I would short so soon." He wiped his face and looked at his hands, noticing the sheer amount of blood. "Jesus Fuck... nasty." It was only then did he realize just how much carnage he had caused... and how much of it he was laying in.
Looking around the room, he observed. All eight guards had spontaniously combusted and left behind random body parts along with the blood everywhere. All this because he had taken a delmetor too late. The pain in his body was gradually fading, but his muscles ached everywhere.
Only then did he bother to look around his direct vicinity. With a panicked gasp, he backed up, only managing to slide back on the floor. He was laying on some sort of... matter... that looked as if it was previously someone's intestines. The knot in his stomach grew tighter as he realized that the fluids on the ground were not only blood. A wave of nausea started to capture him as he realized that it was probably not only blood he was laying in. Excrements from eviscerated organs were everywhere. Bones and blood were equally as scattered. Not to mention skin... a flood of bile tried to make it's way out of Rion's mouth, but he held it down as he tried to get up...
...and slipped, falling back into the blood on the floor. He groaned as he realized he had slipped on someone's eyeball...
He moved backwards into a less... bloody section of the room and picked himself up off the floor. His clothes were completely soaked in blood. "Jesus God," he groaned, staring at his blood-drenched clothes. "Why the fuck does this always happen to me?"
And then he inhaled. The stench of death finally caught up to him, and that was a bit too much for his body to handle. The waves of nausea was sending bile up his throat, and there wasn't really anything he could do... the odor was just too bad. He made his way over to a corner, and, as discreetly as he believed he could manage, retched his guts up. The way the blood felt on his skin, on his clothes, the way the bodies smelled after a fresh death... sometimes this was just too much to handle.
He just had to get out of here. He had to. He needed to find his old home, to find the answers from Cain. He just had to. Needed to. But, before he could do anything else, he needed a shower. To change his clothes. Then he would have to explain to Jezebelle just why he was soaked in blood.
"Won't that be fun," Rion muttered as he turned to leave the tower. He wished he would never have to come back here, he wished he would never have to kill again. But, as always, he already knew the answer to that... and he knew he had no choice.
Nothing would end until the answers were out.
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I hope you like what I've got so far... It's all a little sketchy, since I tend to write chapters to this when I'm really, really tired. But, for who asked, Jezebelle is just a character I created myself just to be... filler for my plot story. And as for the R rating? It's... there. But, I'll keep posting more chapters as long as lets me. Tee hee.
Rion's eyes drifted down to the security camera screen. There before him, was the image of Cain. "You..."
Another laugh cut Rion's statement short. "I'm rather shocked. You decided to actually come back. What, did you miss me, li'l bro?"
Rion scowled. "I am NOT your brother," he muttered.
"Oh, poor little Rion, still as confused as always. You still don't get it, do you?" He snickered, shaking his head. "Still as naive as always..."
"I know you're just fucking with my head, Cain. You can't win, there," Rion responded, glaring at the image of Cain before him.
Cain looked as if he had leaned back in his seat, smirking like a cat who had just eaten the canary. "You are so pathetic, Rion. Okay, so maybe... just MAYBE you might be human. Tell me, then. Where are your parents now, Rion?"
Rion hesitated. "I... don't know," he muttered, glancing down. His memories had always been drenched in a heavy fog. It was a fog so think that he could've bet his life that if it was a tangible fog, he wouldn't be able to see more than a few inches ahead of him. "I'm not really sure, okay?"
Cain smirked again, satisfied with Rion's pathetic semblance of a response. "Do you even know where you lived, my ingenious Rion?"
An image of a house flashed in his mind. Sad. That's the way the majority of his memories were, just images. If even that much. "Yeah. I lived in a house..." Another image flashed in his mind of a street name. "Oak Street. It's... not too far out of the city."
"Good," Cain answered with another of those bothersome laughs. "I'll be waiting for you there with the answers you seek."
Just as Rion was about to say yet another thing, the image of Cain disappeared from the screen. As the focus returned on the monitor, all that could be seen was the normal security camera view.
"Dammit!" Rion swore as he hit his fist down on the counter in front of the security monitor. He felt his anger surge, and his headache began to grow more and more agonizing.
"Look, there he is!" a voice yelled from behind him.
Rion turned around slowly, his breath beginning to heave in his chest. Behind him were eight security guards, fully armed. Rion felt his stress level rising. Why did they choose to show up now, of all times? Was this another of Cain's little presents?
Before he realized it, all the guards began to rush him. "remember, Cain wants him alive!"
Rion held out his hand, palm facing outward, following that same old routine. His mind still was focused on using Red, so he began to build up the flames in his mind.
As Rion began to push the flames from his mind out through his hand, a sudden pain enveloped his entire body. "Fucking shit," he realized all too late, "I forgot to use a delmetor." An electrical burst exploded through his psionic channels. He screamed in pain as he clutched his head. The pain was so excruciating. He felt it, like a knife, cutting through his muscles, his nerves, his veins. All over, a shocking, stabbing, slashing, indescribable pain.
The guards continued to rush him, but a different result happened. The guards closest to Rion let out screams as their bodies exploded into a bloody mess. A shower of organs, blood, and flesh washed over Rion as the rest of the guards who made that fatal approach were torn apart all the same. Rion fumbled in pain for a delmetor. He found one and pushed it in his mouth, and despite the unbearable pain, he swallowed.
Suddenly, he collapsed on the ground, conscious and breathing hard, feeling the blood that initially hit him soak through his clothes. Not to mention the massive pool of blood he fell into, as well. "Damn," he said to himself as he rubbed his head, only smearing more of the vermilion liquid onto himself. "I didn't realize I would short so soon." He wiped his face and looked at his hands, noticing the sheer amount of blood. "Jesus Fuck... nasty." It was only then did he realize just how much carnage he had caused... and how much of it he was laying in.
Looking around the room, he observed. All eight guards had spontaniously combusted and left behind random body parts along with the blood everywhere. All this because he had taken a delmetor too late. The pain in his body was gradually fading, but his muscles ached everywhere.
Only then did he bother to look around his direct vicinity. With a panicked gasp, he backed up, only managing to slide back on the floor. He was laying on some sort of... matter... that looked as if it was previously someone's intestines. The knot in his stomach grew tighter as he realized that the fluids on the ground were not only blood. A wave of nausea started to capture him as he realized that it was probably not only blood he was laying in. Excrements from eviscerated organs were everywhere. Bones and blood were equally as scattered. Not to mention skin... a flood of bile tried to make it's way out of Rion's mouth, but he held it down as he tried to get up...
...and slipped, falling back into the blood on the floor. He groaned as he realized he had slipped on someone's eyeball...
He moved backwards into a less... bloody section of the room and picked himself up off the floor. His clothes were completely soaked in blood. "Jesus God," he groaned, staring at his blood-drenched clothes. "Why the fuck does this always happen to me?"
And then he inhaled. The stench of death finally caught up to him, and that was a bit too much for his body to handle. The waves of nausea was sending bile up his throat, and there wasn't really anything he could do... the odor was just too bad. He made his way over to a corner, and, as discreetly as he believed he could manage, retched his guts up. The way the blood felt on his skin, on his clothes, the way the bodies smelled after a fresh death... sometimes this was just too much to handle.
He just had to get out of here. He had to. He needed to find his old home, to find the answers from Cain. He just had to. Needed to. But, before he could do anything else, he needed a shower. To change his clothes. Then he would have to explain to Jezebelle just why he was soaked in blood.
"Won't that be fun," Rion muttered as he turned to leave the tower. He wished he would never have to come back here, he wished he would never have to kill again. But, as always, he already knew the answer to that... and he knew he had no choice.
Nothing would end until the answers were out.
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I hope you like what I've got so far... It's all a little sketchy, since I tend to write chapters to this when I'm really, really tired. But, for who asked, Jezebelle is just a character I created myself just to be... filler for my plot story. And as for the R rating? It's... there. But, I'll keep posting more chapters as long as lets me. Tee hee.