"The Most Important Man Left Behind"
August 25, 2020
Motoharu assisted a disgruntled Accelerator into the living room and onto the seat he awoke from last time he was in the Tsuchimikado's residence. He held a similar opinion of both current members of GROUP now as he did then; they were both cryptic pains in the arse.
Motoharu had just picked Accelerator off the streets three hours earlier than the designated time set for their meeting. The clock on the wall showed the time ticking to 12:45. The relative ease in which Motoharu and earlier Awaki found Accelerator was a testament to the intelligence GROUP had that their fingertips. The information both had revealed to him over the proceeding days about himself only proved this claim. They had tabs on anything he had done, experienced and assumingly, will do. It wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination to say that they could read his mind.
GROUP was split into a chain of command similar to most military organisations in operation globally. There was the high command, the "Heads" that formulated mission objectives to best suit the needs of the larger plan. Information on the larger plan is on a need to know basis and such information rarely trickles down into the lower ranks.
Next was the mission co-ordinators which developed finer checkpoints and actions to complete the mission objectives required. They aren't high ranking, but never see action. Members of this section usually had special talents or abilities to enhance their effectiveness in relaying messages and status updates.
And below all these were the field agents. They were the ones that put their life on the line completing the missions they were giving to by the higher ranks. Fatalities were initially high until the number of field agents drastically reduced to one elite unit. The unit generally has four members, but the current number of bodies stood at two with one journeyman. They work independently on smaller missions but cohesively (as possible) on larger ones. This type of work lead to something lesser than friendship but more than trust. An oxymoron for sure. They acknowledged each other's ability and they're importance to co-operate; the new recruit being an exception on this matter.
Objectively speaking, the lower agents operate blind to the larger project; hence they mainly work for the pay-check. If the money flow from the top stopped, the rest would abandon the organisation. This led to the Heads having rather meagre pay-rolls whilst the co-ordinators lived a life of luxury. It was the field agents, Accelerator included that got the royal screw. The lack of funds these agents received led to an increase of desertion. Other methods of recruitment were implemented to prevent this.
Essentially blackmail.
The poorly dressed blood boy feigned a smile at the contentious ghast. His eyes pierced through the dark shades into the listless eyes of the obviously uninterested Accelerator. Motoharu revealed a fawn envelope and threw it onto his companion's lap.
"Read up. Think of this as some extra-curricular activity to get into university. Pass this and you're in. You'll get your shot at LAST ORDER." Motoharu ordered with short, concise sentences in his commanding voice. He had two very distinct personalities, one when dealing with business and one attending to anything else. Accelerator couldn't determine which one was the real Motoharu Tsuchimikado; all he knew was they both sides of his false persona gave him the shits.
Accelerator brushed over the envelope's contents hastily. A picture of an expensive, high-tech laboratory along with several pictures of, what could be assumed as the same building, abandoned stood out from the multitude of text. The envelope saw itself closed after a quick proof read and placed back into the lap of its recipient. Said recipient then stared at the deliverer of the envelope, awaiting further information.
'That's it?' was plastered over Accelerator's face. He was intent on keeping reading to a minimum, along with talking.
'That's it.' was the counter body language. The Tsuchimikado's were artists when it came to body language. The brother and sister and most likely the parents would be able to have conversations without saying a word. It was the preferred and easier form of communication for them.
An exuberant sigh resonated from Accelerator. A smile appeared on his droopy face.
"Heh, I've changed my mind. I like how you do business, Shades." Accelerator jibbed and rose to leave. He was held back by a vocal hand.
"What do you know about the DARK MAY PROJECT?" Motoharu slipped out. He was greeted by a confused, unenthusiastic expression from the pale boy. Another dialogue in body language began;
'Oh, that again…'
'Yes, that.'
However, the dialogue these two have with their bodies is as articulate as it will ever be.
"A little bird reminded you? Well, it'll be your first official mission when you become a member of GROUP. Just don't worry about it for now. Finish this without any hiccups." Motoharu spoke calmly. His facial expressions remained motionless with only his mouth moving. Motoharu must have either questioned Awaki about her earlier conversation with Accelerator or had someone tracking her and his every step. The later seems much more plausible.
"Look, I don't actually give a shit about the details. The past is just that. I was going to kill them all eventual-" Accelerator groaned with the least amount of interest he could generate until he was interrupted by a familiar spritely response.
"Nyahh, that's a'right then, 'ey? Looks like it's all lining up for ya' then, right? Well lets go, ey? Get ya' started on that new bit of business ya' got there!" Motoharu cheered in his poorly constructed street dialect. He hurried Accelerator out of the Tsuchimikado's residence and followed after, locking the door behind him.
"H-hey! What's the fucking rush Shades?" angrily quirked the antagonistic teen as Motoharu bounded past him and down the front steps onto the sidewalk. Motoharu turned to Accelerator with his hands on his hips, pulling the un-buttoned, green-dyed dress shirt back, exposing his manliness.
"Nyahh, I'm off to secure some of our newest assets! Make sure ya' read all the itty bitty bits of info. You're gonna need it!" Motoharu confirmed that reading the documents provided was essential to success. He must have picked up somewhere in their meeting that his newest recruit was not planning to develop a greater understanding of the mission.
With that last informal request, the energetic fellow went on his merry way to do whatever he meant by 'securing assets'. His sudden departure and cryptic nature left Accelerator in a sort of daze of what to do next. He pondered finding somewhere to read over the documents in more detail when a voice called out to him.
'You need to start your mission, now. Don't think he issues your mission earlier for no reason.' A foreign and genderless voice spoke to him. Accelerator searched his direct surroundings for someone addressing him. Finding no-one, he figured the voice came from inside the Tsuchimikado's residence and presumed it to be Motoharu's sister, Maika. He was about to pry into the building through the door and surrounding wall foundations before the tone of the voice rang again.
'Oh, it's obvious you haven't read your orders by the way you're thinking. Open them up and search for the word "LEASH". Don't disturb the girl inside the house. She's not part of this.' the voice made itself heard again, with similar instructions. It showed no sign of hostility or malice. No sign of concern or fear. It was blank, informative and instructive. Accelerator's curiosity sparked at the identity of the voice and he aggressively retorted to the disembodied voice.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You better not be another one of these GROUP kids ready to spoil my fun. I've just about had it with the garbage this organisation has."
'Don't talk, think. It's quicker that way. I was ready to respond to your foolish statement before you had even finished. Be a good boy and look for "LEASH" in the documents provided. Save me time explaining it.'
'Tch'. The clicking of the ghast's tongue sounded when he surrendered to the voice's demands. Midday at the Tsuchimikado's residence would not often see a squatter sit plainly on the front steps with a bottle of whisky. A dangerous villain reading hazardous material would be even rarer.
'Don't read them here, someone will see you. Those are confidential.' It snapped with only a hint of emotion in the otherwise void, genderless voice.
'I don't kill out of necessity, so you'll be the first if you keep nagging me, garbage.' Accelerator thought to himself and received a sigh filled with pity in return for such a thought. Perhaps LEASH truly did communicate through thought.
The documents were swiftly processed by the organic supercomputer. On discovery of the information he was tasked to find, Accelerator frowned and allowed his thoughts to take control in communicating with the demanding voice.
'So, "LEASH", huh? That's your codename. Well, scumbag, you lucked out to be with the strongest there is.'
'That title doesn't belong to you for now. World Champions are not World Champions after they lose two fights in a row.' LEASH took a theoretical knife and practically gutted Accelerators pride with it's monotonous words. He conjured no response to her remark, which was perhaps expressed to show the hierarchy of their relationship. LEASH continued after moments of non-communication.
'…Yes I am LEASH. I will be you're personal Telepath for the remainder of your time in GROUP. I work to assist you in completing your field objectives and to make sure the higher-ups know exactly where you are at all times. Think of me as your Guardian Angel.'
Telepaths are a type of psychic who specialise in the manipulation of brain signals and AIM tracking and manipulating. Mind reading, mood examining and altercation, thought provocation, memory deletion and replacement; all of these are possible to specific types of Telepaths. Telepaths are possibly the original, largest and arguably most basic type of psychic, but due to the strain the ability causes on the brain, one Telepath can only control one sub-ability, leading to massive varieties of them. That is why it is speculated by some researchers that every psychic ability traces it's roots to Telepathy. LEASH was mind reader type; this allows it to converse with its target through thought.
AIM, or An Involuntary Movement is the bi-product of a psychic's power. It refers to the energy subconsciously released by all psychics. Each type of psychic releases a different type and amount of energy, depending on their ability and strength. An example would be a low-levelled Pyrokinesis psychic who unconsciously raises the temperature of their immediately surrounding area, or an Aerokinesis psychic enhancing slight breezes in inside buildings.
Psychics of similar of exact abilities able to detect AIM fields, the zone surrounding a psychic affected by their ability and if their powers allow it, communicate with them. Telepaths specialising in AIM tracking or mind reading do this on a broader or more specific scale, respectively. Finely tuned utensils can also be used to detect a certain frequency and type of AIM field. This method can lead to an easy and reliable way to track a certain psychic, if their power is high enough. Accelerator was definitely a candidate for such methods of tracking.
Considering LEASH's phrasing of introduction, it would not be a stretch to say that both Motoharu and Awaki too had specific Telepath's designated to them. The revelation that these psychics were at GROUP's disposable only confirmed, again, the organisation's strength and wealth of intelligence.
'…We're going to run into some trouble if you don't begin your mission immediately. I will de-brief you as you make your way to the target location. Start by going to 6th district, we need to hurry.' LEASH prompted it's reluctant field agent into action. The documents held within the fawn envelope found themselves slid under Motoharu's door before Accelerator left. The files remained there, largely unread.
The ghast had a general idea of where he was going and what to look for; A destroyed research facility. Research facilities are a dime-a-dozen in Academy City, the city representing the uncontrolled and unrestrained force of science. A destroyed one is less common but not unheard of. Workplace accidents are common practice but barely ever accounted for. He felt the words 'hoof-work' come to mind when he calculated the amount of locations he's have to search before he found the exact location.
Accelerator had to travel through half of 7th district before he even crossed the border into 6th. The distance is roughly twenty kilometres, of which he walked at a brisk pace. The journey took close to an hour and three quarters, time spent half listening to LEASH's de-brief. Words and phrases such as "de-oxygenated atmosphere" and "Exterminated lockdown" stood out, but without context he wasn't able to connect the dots well enough. The most powerful psychic had one flaw in his otherwise omnipotent existence; when he is not interested in something, said subject tended to remain unattempted or half-assed.
On arriving to the destined district he quickly assessed the general location he and his target were located from a variety of street maps and information acquired from LEASH and narrowed the suspected areas down to three. The first two facilities that were inspected were fully functioning, hence not his target. The third one showed no signs of activity and was almost identical to the picture he recollected from the documents.
Target acquired.
The dark-aura possessed entity slowly trudged up a flight of intertwined steel stairs and proceeded along the similar construct balcony surrounding the facility ten feet from the pavement below. He peered at a security camera which did not seem like it was functioning and noticed many more on his journey to the entrance. A close examination of the windows would show that they were bullet-proof. This attribute was determined from the preservation of several high-caliber rounds lodged into the internally shattered glass. The contents inside the windows were difficult to assess due to the dark tinting and shattered glass.
He continued on in silence, slowly processing information about his target's surroundings. Sealed ventilation systems, tinted windows, imaginable distance from the beginning of the stairway to the entrance covered with security cameras and a high-tech steel reinforced automated door at the entrance were his revelations. He put the pieces together fairly quickly;
'Whatever was going on in here was something they would have preferred to keep a secret.'
Add in the information of GROUP's interest of such a location and his mission objective became fairly clear, even without reading the documents.
'Our objective is to proceed to a specific section of the facility. Don't take unnecessary delays. We are expecting hostiles in a matter of time. They may not be a match for you, but we need to recover the mark alive. You were given this mission due to your ability to numb your senses and your acquaintance with death. I suggest you disable your smell and taste sensory organs and mentally prepare yourself before you enter.' LEASH informed it's comrade with what could be interpreted as friendly advice wrapped in an ill-emotional delivery. It's advice and directives received a simple click of the tongue from the sickly built teen.
'Tch.You're pissing me off your sack of shit. I should just deny you access to my thoughts...'
Ignoring LEASH's plight, Accelerator forcefully planted his left leg through the steel reinforced automated door and blew one half of the shutters into the dark, destroyed abyss that the research centre had now become. The vacuum seal the research centre was under since the lockdown procedure was released the instant half of the shutter was destroyed, creating a sudden release of energy. Accelerator felt it rush past him, though he was unfazed by it. The de-oxygenated air inside was slowly being replaced by the oxygenated air from outside. With his right hand, Accelerator threw the other half of the two part mechanism back down the runners it use to automatically follow and proceeded inside. The first step inside would have driven any other mortal creature running.
The smell of decayed flesh mixed in with a variety of pungent odours, none of them pleasant or common place in society, wafted through and now out of the research facility. The stench of death lingering a week with no ventilation created a volatile atmosphere. It was enough to falter even the diabolical monster at the facility's entrance; death was clinging to every orifice imaginable.
Pausing momentarily, the ghoul adjusted himself to manipulate the vectors necessary for him to continue. He temporarily became anosmic, actively denying any odours entering his receptors that pick up scents, namely the nose. The taste receptor would soon be disabled too. They say sometimes you can taste the air. He found this to be all too true and gagged at the 'taste' the air had, which was anything but enjoyable.
'Now is not the time, but I told you so.' LEASH received no response from it's comment, which for the first time generated emotion in it's voice, irritation.
After initial and debatably essential preparations concluded, Accelerator trudged into the burnt out research centre. Almost the entire building suffered from intense burn damage, evident on the walls and the damaged electrical structures. Computers were burnt out and screens cracked. 'Exterminated lockdown' must have referred to the 'scorched earth' tactics employed in the facility. None leave alive.
'Proceed with caution. The majority of the centre's air filled with toxic levels of CO2. The lockdown procedure these facilities have involves an entire burnout of all related documents and information. The fire ate up all the life sustaining oxygen. You were chosen for this due to your background. You should be able to deal with what you will see.' LEASH announced to Accelerator before he entered the first room beyond the foyer. The steel-shutter door leading to it was slightly ajar at the centre. Signs of damage were present and bullet impacts could be felt all over the exterior. Accelerator dismantled the door and proceeded into the spacious room which had several hallways leading deeper into the centre. However, it was the 'furniture' that gave this room it's defining characteristic.
Unidentifiably burnt corpses sprinkled the floors of the second room. Accelerator approached a cluster of unremarkable bodies and judged them to be a mix of older men, presumably scientists and smaller ones, perhaps children no older than 16, based on body size. The bodies themselves showed a horrendous phase in the stages of human decomposition. Without natural factors of parasites and oxygen to assist in the decomposition of the burnt corpses, they had been preserved perfectly. Viewing the corpses now was like viewing the instant the blood began to boil and the soul of the now lifeless corpse drifted away. The last moments of each person forever engraved on the charred human shells.
Accelerator aggressively booted one of the smaller corpses in the pile along the hallway, out of anger at the recollection of his defeat. The body rolled and bounced with every heavy impact it received until it laid face up. Accelerator paused at the view of the face. He was startled by death for the first time in his life. He gazed upon an almost zombified expression of agony stonily imprinted under the 'face' which was now beyond human. Flesh had melted off the bone and pooled in clumps and hardened. Bone fragments were missing in parts where the flesh had melted away, attesting to the fact that this person was killed prior to the lockdown it undertook. Diagnosis: A bullet to the head.
A sick feeling rose from the pick of his gut. Accelerator never payed close attention to the remains of the people he mercilessly killed. He only saw them as an object to be destroyed, a toy to be broken. He never sat around to see the aftermath of his actions. He was preoccupied only with causing more mayhem for the City that had done so much wrong to him.
'Ha… ha… I-it must be the lack of oxygen in here getting to me… god dammit…' Accelerator accredited his newfound loathing of the bodies he marched past to the notable and dwindling amount of oxygen in the facility rather than the development of basic human emotions.
'This is unexpected. They assumed something like this wouldn't phase a monster like you. Regardless, you need to continue, faster. We've intercepted radio signals detailing to the green-light on their counter-mission. You have thirteen minutes, tops'
'Their? Who? I need some details, maggot.'
'Now is not the time to argue. Find the mark; she will be the only human alive in the facility.' LEASH's dead and void voice once again resonated inside Accelerator with elements of panic. Clearly, LEASH was predicting that time was elapsing on the successful completion on the mission.
Murmured cussing slipped from the teen's pale lips, mentioning something about disembowelment and how promiscuous LEASH was in it's private life. Seeing as LEASH communicates to Accelerator through thought it is no surprise it knew exactly what he said. A hushing of tone does not make conceal thoughts. Both parties sighed at their dismal level of co-operation.
Accelerator increased the speed in which he progressed through the facility. Every room was one of the same; burn damage had been inflicted on the interior features, such as lab benches and equipment and innumerable amounts of disfigured bodies. The bodies seemed to be outweighed three to one in favour of the smaller variety. They were all identical in size, oddly enough. The larger corpses, when examined, tended to fluctuate yet the smaller ones did not. The further he proceeded and the more bodies he past, the more the ghastly boy was inadvertently shifting his sight from the bodies and moving his attention to proceeding to the next room. He was subconsciously removing them from his thoughts.
The oxygen levels deeper inside the facility were similar to those found at the peak of incredibly high mountains, increased respiration and muscle pain began to plague individuals exposed to such an environment. As the only breathable oxygen was flowing in from the entrance Accelerator created earlier, after each seal on a room was released he would have to wait at least two minutes before proceeding. It wasn't ideal to wait considering the time limit LEASH gave him, but to hold your breath for an indefinite amount of time is tantamount to suicide. After all, he was still a human. He still required all the necessities to sustain life, O2 included. The previously explained method of exploration continued until a situation report came in from LEASH, none of it good news.
'…We're out of time. Data feeds are giving me visuals on three hostiles proceeding to your position outside the facility. We still haven't located 7054. I'm getting orders from the top to have you pull out. ITEM moved much faster than expected, considering their leader is currently AWOL.' LEASH calmly divulged. She received the expected response from her agent.
'I came this far, I'm not letting some bastards take my chance at vengeance. How far do you think what I'm looking for is after this door, LEASH?' Accelerator declared then enquired, with a large smile growing steadily as he calculated the risks. He was thoroughly enjoying the idea of fighting a battle with the odds stacked against him. Something as dangerous and stupid as this was the best way to get the ball rolling again. A massive victory. Decisive. The word victory is but a representation of a psychological state of mind, after all. The first step is always the hardest.
'I know what you're thinking, but no. It's too risky. We need you more than this target. Bug out. You'll have another chance. It's an order… – S-stop! You'll kill yourself!' The commanding, balanced tone of LEASH altered again with panic when it discovered the teen pursuing his irrational course of action. It's lack of control on the situation at hand came as a surprise and startled it into pleading with him.
It was no use though. You can't bargain with a god, nor a god-like creature.
'Five minutes, I can do it. Piece of cake.' was the response given by Accelerator after adding in all the factors and computing his chances.
Smash! Crumble!
The door to the next room was utterly annihilated by Accelerator running full pelt through it at incredible speeds. He was practically flying, bouncing off the walls like a kid on a sugar high. No breath was being taken after entering the intoxicated room as he searched for something able to protect a human from the external hostile conditions. As he scanned the room, over the lab desks and cupboards until he noticed the remnants of a large cylinder, a glass container with some sort of tea-green liquid pooled on top of a platform.
'Perhaps a person could be kept inside and kept alive with the liquid' or something along those lines ran through his mind. The current room held no answers and Accelerator quickly moved to the next one, destroying the wall surrounding the door.
However, it wasn't only Accelerator destroying walls in the facility as a healthy explosion near the entrance of the research centre was heard when he progressed deeper into the volatile atmosphere. A blonde haired girl sporting a lovely red beret with her skirt dangerously positioned to show off her legs was near the entrance. She had been placing some sort of device on the foundations of the build, working her way out from about the third room, where breathing started to become difficult. She strapped them down and configured certain settings on the mobile phone attached to the colourless bags. Guarding the entrance was a young girl tossing a small container with an unamused look and another one staring blankly into the facility.
"Rikou?" the deceptively young girl questioned the other, still tossing the small container and catching it in a variety of ways.
"He is in there pretty deep. Perhaps… We don't need to do this… He'll kill himself…" was the lethargic response from Rikou. Her hair was a light brown that went just below her shoulder blades. She stood slightly shorter than her comrade, though her face looked at least four years older. She was wrapped in pink tracky dacks and a matching sweat shirt.
"Yeah, I super reckon. But… you know Frenda; she gets touchy if she doesn't blow something up after a super little bit. It's fine for you, Rikou, since you don't have to worry about your… super assets…Shiage will…" The other girl whimpered with her verbal tick, pocketing the small container then clutching her chest. After moments staring at her flat build, she glared at Rikou through her chestnut brown hair and grinned sinisterly. She trudged slowly towards Rikou, twitching her fingers.
"Saiai, no mucking around on the job! We've got some fireworks to watch!" The blonde haired, pale skin girl called out from inside the facility. She marched out with an expression of a job well done plastered on her face and revealed a disposable mobile from her skirt pocket. The three of them moved far enough from the entrance and pushed themselves up against the wall.
"Frenda special, 'Trap-Wall'! In three, two, one…"
The objects placed inside the facility detonated and the front half of the building collapsed on itself, sealing the research centre once again. Frenda, who was most likely a foreigner, grinned and clapped her hands together while jumping on the spot. Rikou turned to a black car parked on the street and gave it a thumbs up. It wasn't there when Accelerator came to the facility so it must have been the transport that brought the three girls here.
"5 minutes, then we confirm him super dead, ok?" Saiai giggled and resumed throwing the small capsule-like container.
Accelerator was feeling the full effects of adrenaline when the explosion went off. He had developed a certain tunnel-vision that directed all his attention to finding the mark, codenamed 7054. His search became even more frantic as the proceeding room had no outstanding feature that could protect a human. He could feel that his was losing breath, his thoughts slowed drastically and his constantly fought off the urge to take a huge breath in. He had only been denying himself oxygen for just over a minute; only a fifth of what he gave himself credit for.
'…Accelerator? Respond…!' LEASH's cries went unanswered as his cognitive thought drifted away.
Darkness crept into him once again, his memories of torture and enslavement rose from the pits of his mind. The crimes he was forced to commit, he relived every single one of them and the emotions he felt when he committed them. He lost himself to the repressed thoughts and was dragged from the currently deadly reality to a world of debatably more pain and suffering.
'Don't belief it. Pull yourself out of darkness.' This was Accelerators interpretation of the words LEASH issued to him in his deluded and semi-conscious state. It had tried to convey the advice 'Don't breathe in, it will kill you. Pull yourself together, get out of there you heartless villain!', yet the information must have been fragmented along the way.
That's the funny thing about the human mind; If you feed it segments of information it will create information to complete the picture. The most common example is eyesight. The eyes cover a two-hundred and seventy degree cone of vision in front of them. However, the space between the eyes cannot be seen. Think of each eye to have one-hundred and thirty three degrees of vision. This leaves four degrees of space that is not actively seen. The brain creates the scene based of the information it has already seen and fills in the blanks. This is how illusions are perceived as well as decoding word jumbles; they play on the brain's ability to create information.
So considering that Accelerators brain was essentially a super computer capable of examining and replicating massive amounts of information, it wouldn't be hard to see how his brain created such a phrase most desired in a less cognitive state.
It was this phrase, this created motivational series of words that dragged Accelerator back to the world. Back from the pits of his mind to the darkness of the facility. Back to the mission. Still holding his breathe and restricting his reflex to breathe he re-examined his surroundings when a familiar voice echoed in his head again.
"Only 2 super minutes left!"
'Your cognitive, good. You've not much time left, not even I think you can hold your breath much longer. Find a way out of the facility or find a spot in there where you can still breathe the deteriorating amount of oxygen. The hostiles have sealed you in, the oxygen flow has stopped.'
Accelerator processed the data he received and continued another room further into the laboratory. LEASH sounded its protest, to which Accelerator responded with white noise. He had now denied it access to his thoughts. He was to do this alone, he could spare no more wasted energy.
The next room had a massive difference to any of the prior rooms. Large test-tube like containers ran up against the wall. Hundreds of them existed, each as identical as the last. They were sealed at the bottom and top of the circular glass, about a foot in radii. The bottom rose slightly from the floor and had a drain in the middle. The top was attached to a mechanical arm, capable of removing the seal. It's assumed that when the mechanical arm moves, the glass would move with it.
Most of the tubes had been emptied, they were not sealed. The majority had some amount of green liquid around the base. In became clear that these cylinders were what Accelerator discovered earlier. It was then that it struck him.
Identical bodies…
Massive amounts of inhibitor cylinders…
Research facility…
GROUP's interest…
This was a facility used to create the clone body guards that attacked him two nights ago.
"I think it's one minute now…"
An ill feeling swelled in his stomach. Whether it be his internal organs shutting down from a lack of oxygen or his emotions getting the better of him, he gritted his teeth at the thought that this place somehow assisted LAST ORDER.
With increased haste, bolstered by rage and increasing amounts of adrenaline, he examined the containers for a body. Perhaps that was his mark. It made sense. The only way someone was to live in this hostile environment would be to be sealed away. The clones were created and would be able to live in these tubes. All he needed to do was find an active one.
It took mere moments for the grand entity.
The tea-green tinge of a fully operating container in a near pitch black room would be nigh impossible to find if not for Accelerator's natural ability to enhance or dull his senses to keep him in stasis. The almost fluorescent colour stood out like a sore thumb.
He raced over, with anger in tow. His bug eyes searched inside the container.
"5."
They soon shrunk.
"4…"
He soon lost control and all rational thought.
"Super 3!"
A breath was taken.
"2."
His urge to scream suppressed the coughing and gaging reflexes.
"1…"
The blood curdling cry rose from within, draining his strength. It would boil the blood of a stone.
"LAST ORDER!"
He smashed the glass and fell to the frozen tiles, unconscious. He had neither oxygen left nor energy. He spent his reserve energy to curse the name of the person that defied him, that took everything he lived for away. Every second from here on out, Accelerator was inching closer and closer to the white light that would take him to darkness forever.
Inside, a presence similar in appearance to LAST ORDER floated in suspense, seemingly unconscious and motionless. When Accelerator smashed the glass, the green liquid flowed out and shattered the rest of the container like a leak in a beaver dam. Her body flopped out and landed the collapsed Accelerator. Within a blink of an eye, her legs twitched and she rose from the ground, pushing the ghast's head into the floor below. She is almost oblivious to his presence.
" "MISAKA will proceed with protocol to sustain itself in a hostile environment and search for an exit" analyses MISAKA as she declares her priorities to those present and applies protocol for survivability." The woman announced in third-person then proceeded to cup the green liquid pooling around Accelerator's body into her mouth. Her eyes are lifeless and void of emotion, similar to the tone of voice she spoke with. It was not dissimilar to LEASH's voice. However, LEASH's voice was genderless, while the current presence had a distinct element of femineity.
After engulfing a mediocre amount of the liquid, which she retained in her puffed-out cheeks, she began to exit the room. Before stepping through the makeshift entrance Accelerator made in the wall, she turns to Accelerators body and pauses.
" "Implemented objectives hold immediate company in high regards to capture alive…" reveals MISAKA to a very quiet audience which disheartens MISAKA's ability to narrate. "Should MISAKA sustain the targets life?" Quizzes MISAKA to herself, gargling the liquid sustaining her. MISAKA receives no responses from the RADIO NOISE network which concerns MISAKA."
"The Most Important Man Left Behind"
END