Aftermath of Sin: This Machine
chapter 7: Tyvan
Waking up,
Breaking out
This is what it's like to be free
K-18's eyes swept across Lunar City, waiting, calculating. Waiting... calculating... his time would come soon, he was sure. Hinata waited at his arm and he turned slowly, giving her a small smile. She smiled back, relieved that he was alright.
Rip it up,
tear it down
This is what it means to be free
Freedom...the word tasted bittersweet in his mouth, a luxury he could never have. For all of his efforts, he was still a cold-blooded killer and the government was unwilling to let him go, ever. The calling card of the K-Series, 'rip it up, tear it down, this is what it means to be free. We are free.'
And yet they weren't.
Jet sounds a distant roar behind you
As you try to clear your head
He was always trying to clear his head, but it was futile; everything was already clear, more than clear. There was nothing to obstruct his mind, nothing at all, for where there should have been memories there was only blank fuzziness. There was nothing to clear, nothing to remember. Memories...
You start to look and answers find you
The real purpose lies ahead
Could an answer to his problems lie in what he had lost? What had been taken from him, extracted? Could a fox turn his coat?
It could, if conditions were preferable. Did his true destiny, his real, human purpose lie beyond the boundaries set for him as a killing machine?
Waking up,
Breaking out
This is what it's like to be free
Then there was E-566... the E-Series. Experimental Series... he was far too much of a potential hazard to allow to roam, though his true powers were unknown to anyone but the person who gave him the powers, and she was long dead. He stared at his hands and clenched them, remembering her warm blood on his hands, how he was made to feel exhilirated at the scent, the sight of blood, yet felt repulsed and did not finish her quickly to spare her an agonizing death as she slid down onto the floor, fingers trailing on the machine that kept E-566 stable. He had been too busy inside his own head, and in that moment, E-566 had broken loose and escaped, his first failure.
Rip it up,
tear it down
This is what it means to be free
What did this mean? His sudden repulsion from the blood, the flash of light behind his eyes, a sudden clarity coming to the murk that was his memory... that one small image... short as it was, it fueled his desire to learn more.
But I am a killer.
Waking up,
Breaking out
This is what it's like to be free
K-666 struggling against wires and reaching towards him, a hand outstretched, fingers grasping for his own restlessly, terror and anger in his blue eyes, and then his own hands stretching forward, reaching; he could feel tears rolling down his face, a scream from his throat. Their fingertips touched andthere seemed to be a split second of peace, a calm descended on him as he touched the warm fingers, as his little hand curled around them, comforted, then was pulled away.
Rip it up,
tear it down
This is what it means to be free
Chaos ensued. K-666 truly struggled then, biting, kicking and screaming, becoming enraged, berserk. He managed to squirm free of his captor and a piece of broken glass appeared in his hand, and he stabbed the man through his neck, his eyes questing for another weapon, another victim; bloodlust was upon him.
One step to calm the storm inside you
Unlock the secrets in your head
Another boy was forced onto a table and tied down; he was older than himself, younger than K-666. K-666 turned, the fire-eyed fury still there and raging, and as another man stuck a syringe in the other boy's vein, K-666 seized a desk twice his size and lifted it over his head, smashing it on the man's head, blood spattering his faceand pooling from under the desk. The syringe dropped, halfway empty, and the boy on the table twitched and writhed, screaming and convulsing painfully on the table.
Not another day, no more confusion
No more living like the dead.
K-666 hunched over, eyes wild and feral, breathing unevenly, almost foaming at the mouth, looking at K-18's captor. It must have been what he was looking at, because he was looking over 18's head, and then, K-666 saw the gun.
It seems its just out of sight
The ones with answers get their way
The gun was raised, cocked and loaded, and a grin spread itself across K-666's face. A shot was fired and 18 felt himself showered with blood and something else... his eyes were tightly closed, he didn't want to see it, didn't want to know. K-666 had dropped the gun and was laughing madly, eyes changed from blue to bloodred, and his laughter didn't stop, insane and deranged as it was, even when a tranquilizing shot sprouted from his chest.
They think they should know,
they're coming for them
He pulled it out and held it dart facing outwards, hurling it and stabbing another man through his neck, then picking up the syringe that had been stabbed into the other boy and stared at it, then at the men heading towards them. He hurled it and it stuck in another man's forehead; the man gurgled incoherantly and slumped to his knees, dead.
18 opened his eyes and whimpered, and K-666 turned his maddened eyes to him, reached for him again, and then all went dark.
Waking up,
Breaking out
This is what it's like to be free
What had happened? It obviously must have ended in 666's capture, because he was still alive, in check, obviously heavily stabilized and possibly even brainwashed to keep him from resorting to his berserker roots, to even keep him from remembering anything about it.
Rip it up,
tear it down
This is what it means to be free
He closed his eyes and Hinata brushed hair out of his face tenderly, worriedly. He sighed and smiled again; he did not want to worry her.
"We should keep looking, G-23."
She nodded, a little sad, but said nothing. She liked it when he called her Hinata, but there were others about... he could do nothing right now.
Waking up,
Breaking out
This is what it's like to be free
"What shall we do now, Tyvan?" she asked quietly, for his ears alone.
"I don't know. I'll think of something."
Rip it up,
tear it down
This is what it means to be free
He searched his memories again and made a decision, and he leaned closer to Hinata, close enough that she could feel his breath on her ear. "We're going after 666. He'll have answers, whether he'll willingly divulge them or not. We will get answers." She nodded and held his forearm gently, her large brown eyes searching his.
Waking up,
Breaking out
This is what it's like to be free
"666 will be strong," she said.
"Yes, but that's no problem. So am I."
"But Tyvan..." she started, and he nuzzled her cheek.
"Don't worry, he'll go down just like all the others if he resists. I'm not a K-Series to be taken lightly; he's grown soft and sentimental."
"Just... be careful."
"Define careful," he said playfully, but Hinata didn't enjoy the joke.
"Please be careful, Tyvan... please."
He nodded, moved by her concern for his wellbeing. "So be it."
Rip it up,
tear it down
This is what it means to be free
The one piece of information that his memory had given him, as K-666 reached for him in his berserk state, as the blue returned to his eyes slowly, the madness drifting off, his name. The name that K-666 had yelled at him,
"TYVAN!"