Project, MalfunctionChapter Sixteen,Free Is Restrained To The Wealthy

The two eyes of his newest friend where freaking him out…not to mention, the kid had been talking to himself for about an hour now. If he hadn't been such a weirdo himself, Zero would be very tempted to leave him there. Though, something about this child was very…unnerving for him. It was obvious he was some sort of monster, but where did he come from? Why was he still alive, after his body had rejected itself so much? It was a miracle, surly it was.

"What's your name, kiddo?" He asked for the second time, lifting a curious brow as the kid, who was drawing the knife up to his head, shrugged. The knife ran smoothly threw his hair, cutting close to the dark roots.

The nameless kid shook off the knife, dipped it into the cool water, then again ran it across his head, making his hair short, very short, but not quite bald. He had a hard time in some parts, but that was mostly because of the two small nubs that where forming over the right and left side of his head. "Never asked." He muttered, shaking the knife off again after he'd cleared more hair from his head.

Zero smirked, seeing the knife clink against the nubs, which where hard, almost like bone. The kid apparently had many of these hard places on him, and there where placed as black smudges in his skin against his jaw, and all his joints. Zero had no idea why they where placed like this, but whatever the reason, they weren't as districting as his eyes.

"They left…yeah, they left…I know…no, they didn't…but they did. No choice…there's always a choice." He muttered to himself softly, making Zero lift a curious brow.

There he went, talking to himself again. Zero smiled a little at the fact that he was at least doing physically better…but soon frowned.

"Kill them…no, they didn't have a choice…they chose, they deserve to die for leaving us…" Zero frowned more as the nameless boy kept rambling about such things, the knife in his hands loosely falling from his fingertips. "Kill the one they love more…no, he did nothing wrong…the love him more; they love him, so much more…no, no they cant…"

Zero stood, then gently placed his hand on top the child's head, making him look up. The child's yellow eye was crying, but the green one was burning with intense, burning anger. He frowned more, then narrowed his own bloodshot eyes, taking the knife away from him.

"You must never hate those who hurt you." Zero stated firmly, feeling his own heart start throbbing from the very thought. "We must always forgive, less we, ourselves, be condemned."

Tenain rubbed his head softly, torn inside and out by immense pain and loss. He choked a little, crying to himself and only himself. His brother was a monster, a rotten, filthy demon…he held no remorse for what he did so Tailz, to the mother he had loved…to Tenain…how could he kill his only brother? How could Tenain strive to kill his brother now? His deep silver eyes glared at the wolf before him, who shrank away with flattened ears.

How could the wolf, Sin, not be feeling so much anger towards the serpent demon? How could he be so utterly calm? Tenain wanted to rip at Leviathan's heart…make him feel what he was feeling now.

Look at myself now…I want to make him hurt, I want to make him feel as I feel, and become some kind of worse monster then now. To bask in the regret of his decisions…am I no better then him? What is this feeling inside me? No, I know what this is; I've felt it so many times.

This…this is anger. This is my blood, boiling like the hottest water, but never evaporating. Instead, it is filling my veins with the fumes of hate and pain. It makes my heart race, it makes my mind stimulated, and it makes me stronger; it feeds me like a mother feeds their child. I am a demon, and this, this is my fire. This is my hell, and my home…this is where I am safest; but, if this is true…why am I still hurting? Why am I not happy now, when the demon inside me is so wild with everything it was born to be?

This amulet is heavy in my heart. Father…would you be proud of me? Would you expect more of me, then this?

I am a demon. This fire is my safety. This fire is my life. My mind. My body…this fire, it is my very soul. It eats me alive, and replaces me with something new. That wolf can see it, as my vision blurs, and my mind runs black. I am a demon. I am nothing more then that, no matter how hard I try to change that.

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I don't want to slip into myself, to loose my mind, to loose my…my soul…no, I don't have one. My only soul, is that fire inside me. I never wanted this, I never wanted this! Levi and myself, why were we born demons? No, he is a demon, but not me! Not me! God, God if you can hear me…I don't want to be a demon! No, being a demon doesn't bother me…I don't, I don't…

I don't want to die. That's it…I don't want to die a demon. I want to live forever, I want to have what the humans have; I want salvation, I want a soul that is not torched in the fire inside my blood. I don't want to die!

Carefully petting the head of the newly cut child, Zero slid his fingers around the horns that poked from the skin, taking the knife and sliding it easily over the hair he had missed. "They left you, yes…maybe they loved the other more, maybe they are wrong…but you must never kill someone for that reason alone; because now you are a murderer, and your own sin will weigh you down."

The child hummed in acceptance for the explanation, his green eyes sliding shut. "My name…I remember my name…" He whispered, looking up at Zero with a watery yellow orb.

"Keep that name close to your heart." Zero said softly, stroking the cleanly cut head like he, himself, was the proud brother of the lad. "Because it will no longer be your name. That part of you, should be left where it was. Start anew, and never let that name bite your tongue."

The child didn't quite understand, but nodded all the same, his green eye never daring to open again after that. He listened to Zero, and looked again, a small smile gracing his childish lips and face. His legs where starting to ach form the way he sat, but he ignored that for now, his body hunching form the weakness inside him. It was okay, even if he was weak…he wanted to be like Zero; very smart, and very just…very strong

I don't understand…why are we forced this only option? Why are we forced to become a demon, even though it is our hearts desire to be pure and in the graces that e are so tempted with?

If only it was possible to make deals with God. If only I didn't have to be a demon, of only I had a choice…no! No, it burns, but it's a good burning, like something that you know, deep inside, you deserve. I wanted to die, not long ago. Why does it feel like such a distant me? How could I ever wish for my death? It makes sense…the only reason all this is happening, is because I deserve it. What evil have I done?! Is it because I am a demon, God? I don't want to die like this…why must I burn?!

They want to hurt me…they want to watch me as I scream, see what makes me tick. I hate them…they think they're so much better then me. I don't care about the power, I don't care about the strength…I will kill Leviathan, because he will hurt me if I do not. Because he wants to hurt me. To watch me scream. He wants to hurt me…

This fire, it is safe. I'm in pain, but its okay…its normal, its all in the making of my being. I was meant to hurt, to inflict pain. He was born of the same fire as me…my sweet little brother…my filthy, ugly brother. We where both born of the fire.

God! Can you hear me? You've never looked out for me. Everything good I've ever had, was ripped away…what makes the others so much more worthy of your so called love? What is wrong with me, that you could not love me, too? Hypocritical nonsense…you do not love everyone. Look! You have turned your back on me! Forsaken me, and for what? Amusement? Why did you let things turn out like this?!

It doesn't matter…the fire is hot, much hotter then it ever was. The immortal has fled form me…the kit form my love is gone with him. The wolf has my child; will you forsake my offspring, as well, God?! Will you let him fall into darkness?!

This is it…by my name, Tannin…God, I don't want your fake love.