Dull grey eyes surveyed the war torn battlefield as maimed and torn corpses (Still warm from the brutal massacre just minutes before) were strewn everywhere (It was all so sickening, corpses filled the eye no matter where he looked). It all seemed like a fever dream, where nature reclaimed the bodies as tribute to all her glory. The dead still leaking their precious lifeblood, the bodies of his (Friends, comrades, family, all dead dead dead dead, why are they dead?) coworkers dye the land red. They all take take take and its time to pay back (It's never enough). Their bodies rejoining the earth again, turning back to nothing, to little flecks of dust in the wind, mere scraps of their former selves. Rejoining the cycle of endless death and life—rinse wash and repeat.
Blurry figures arrive and search for survivors, not to save but to Kill Kill Kill. (Is the blood spilled not enough yet? Why do they still soak their blood stained hands in more blood? Is it not enough to satisfy the chess masters? It was already checkmate, but the brutal assault continues. The battle is already lost, victory is theirs, what do they still want?)
The dully grey eyes flutter shut again, though this time, it was not opening again (At least, not in this lifetime anymore).
[Target: [REDACTED] ]
[Status: Dead]
[Acquirement: Death Reached]
[Plan: "A Whole New World" Unlocked]
[Activate |Y\N|]
[ |Y\N| ]
[Activate Plan: "A Whole New World"]
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[Abnormality Detected]
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[Abnormality Identifying Result:Failure]
[Redacting Plan:"A Whole New World"]
[Redacting Result:Failure]
[Activate Code 892]
[Admin Contact Result:Positive]
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[Admin Identifying Result:Positive]
[Abnormality Identifying Result:Third Party Dispute]
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[Third Party [MESSAGE] Detected From:"SORAKUMO"]
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[Open:MESSAGE]
[MESSAGE: "The Granters owe us, [REDACTED] has suffered enough"]
[Clearance Level Too Low]
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[Signaling Admin]
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[Admin Request Attempt Result:[DENIED]]
[Admin MESSAGE Detected]
[Activating:"Self Destruct Sequence"]
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[Activation Success]
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"Bringer of Ice and Ash, do not forget your vows"
He woke up at the sound of cracking glass and muffled sounds of panic. He tried to open his eyes, but the light blinded him as soon as he did, the screams left an unpleasant ringing in his ears. The glass gave out under the pressure and exploded outwards as the alarms sounded. He panicked as he fell with the broken shards, the water a tide that swept him out, out of his watery prison. The glass cut into his arms, legs, back, drawing grotesque pictures of flowers and rain. The impact with the cold tile floor knocked his breath out, he gasped out, trying to catch his breath. The pain was numbing and the only thing anchoring himself to reality. His arms gave out from exhaustion when he tried to pull himself up, the lukewarm slime that covered his body didn't help as the slime was slippery and adhesive, reducing him to a to a newborn babe.
His eyes were heavy and he slipped into a dreamless sleep.
He woke up feeling sore allover his (Was it really?) body, he rubbed his eyes and cringed at the sight of red drawings and slime covered arms, the red ink turning the clear sheen of slime into pink (It reminded him of the jellyfish he used to love to visit in the aquarium). He stood up with shaky legs threating to give out under the weight. He scraped the slime and fluids off his body with a piece of cloth he found in a closet and donned a white dress-shirt from a cardboard box full of the same clothes, he guessed there were at least a hundred more in the box, and there were four more of the same boxes. The boy snatched another shirt and wobbled out of the room.
After a few minutes of searching, he (what was his name again? He couldn't remember) finally found the exit in the lab, the door was unlocked and strangely ajar, the lab too, it was like everyone disappeared, all that's left are cups of still steaming coffee and bubbling liquid in different shaped test tubes, like a haunted house.
He opened the door and stepped out into the world.
The first few months were certainly something to get used to, the flashes of old memories plagued his dreams, he was barely lucid enough to hunt for scraps to survive, he raided the strange lab for any rations as soon as the first night hit, he crammed weeks worth of rations from the lab in a stolen backpack and fled the lab as soon as he can, for all he knew, people would be looking freak (Don't even ask him how he got bright yellow eyes and a head of eye-catching white, the other street rats swore that his eyes glowed in the dark) that day dreamed more than he was awake, he often spaced out and ended miles away from his last place.
He soon found out he was in Yokohama, some port city in Japan, it was a relief since he had half Japanese parents, and he grew up speaking the language, he was lucky he didn't end up in Russia or any other countries.
"Stop! -" he snapped out of his thoughts as he realized he was near a slum sunken in a large crater (He did it again…this certain…hobby isn't exactly the safest).
His eyes followed the trail of blood on the clean paved road (why was there a paved road in a slum? Or better, why was there a blood trail?) and found a strange boy with spikey silver bangs shouting threats, eyes determined but shaking like a leaf as he stood against what looked like several gangsters. He looked exactly when…when…it was in the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't recall what he wanted to say. He ruffled through his still surprisingly clean hair and contemplated if he should risk the trouble of helping the boy…no, not worth it, he wasn't some hero, and he had no wish to be one.
He started to walk away, trying to remain inconspicuous as possible as he retreated and tried to retrace his steps, "Hey! Don't walk away!" the silver haired teenager shouted in desperation when the situation escalated "If you help, the Sheep will repay you! I—HAcghhh" the boy got cut off from a harsh punch in the stomach. 'Sheep? Did he mean that new gang from the slums? If it was, the Sheep owing him would be beneficial for him'
"Sheep? Why should I help such a pathetic group that can't even stand against some lowly goons?" he said as he knelt and studied the blood on the ground, he had to take advantage of the situation, he didn't care for the silver haired boy, but having Chuuya near would benefit him greatly (how did he know who he was? How did he recognize the name of the Sheep? He just instinctively knew, there was no explanation, even if it was frustrating him).
He watched as some of the goons soon noticed his presence and dropped the nearly unconscious boy "OI, what' you lookin at huh? Fuck off brat" a gruff voice threatened.
He ignored the crowding goons to walk to the bloody and beat up teenager, the blood soaked into the bright silver hair, dyeing it a warm strawberry blond "If I help you, you will have to allow me to join the Sheep, and you will owe me one, yes?" he demanded as he poked at the small pools of blood scatted around, drawing small circles in the paved street, the boy on the floor croaked out something suspiciously like a 'Yes', "then this is deal is sealed in blood" he replied as he nicked his thumb and dripped his blood into the puddle.
He stood up and drew a small scalpel that slid from his sleeves "I'm sorry" he apologized to the smirking gangsters and bowed his head
"I—"
"Oh? You think an apology is enough gaki? You interrupted a very important meeting we were having with that boy over there~" one of the leading goons leered.
"I'm sorry for you"
He repeated calmly as he stared down the goons whose smirks dropped as a large amount of killing intent was directed to the group.
It was a normal day for him, he had a normal morning, but the gentle lull was suddenly shattered by a huge wave of killing intent.
He gulped as he watched killing intent ripple in waves around the damn rat, what was this rat made of? He just wanted to let out some steam by beating that arrogant silver hair, thinking he's a hot shot since he was in the Sheep, the new wannabe gang that sprung up recently. He gritted his teeth, they're all the same, thinking they're hot shit until someone beats them unconscious, that'll show them.
"ARG! Damn brat! I'll show you! You don't mess with the Serpents if you want to live!"
He pulled out his knife and charged, slashing at the boy, only ending up cutting air, he looked around confused "where did that rat go, did he run?! Hey! You go search f—" he stopped as he heard no response "Guys?" he asked again, he turned his head around, "where…" a heavy silence smothered the entire street
Then his sight went white.
Chuuya was a gremlin, abit a hot headed and depressed one, he mused as the supposed 'council' of the sheep was arguing
Everyone froze as he took out an ordinate switch knife with a smooth flick if his wrist, he flicked it open "we made a deal in blood, if you fail to hold up your side of the bargain, your life will be cursed, but I will be generous, I'll end yours before you can suffer anymore." He started playing with it, turning and twisting it in a dangerous dance.
"How dare yo-"
"He's right" Chuuya butted in "we owe him Shirase's life, give him what he wants Yuan"
"…fine…welcome to the sheep, shougo will give you a tour later." Said 'Yuan'
"No need" he answered, "I'll be on my way"
"Wait!…at least tell us your name" a small brunette asked shyly
"…just call me…Sorakumo, or just Sora for short"