Rot Incarnate
There will be a day where I no longer bleed light.
MermaidShireen said:Nox could hear them, the newly recaptured experiments. She could hear one boy panicking from fear of the dark, another experiment worried about his sister. The scientists must have been to excited by their new toys that they had forgotten to re-drug her... Or maybe she was just fighting through the drugs. Nox didn't know which. Reaching her mind out to the boy in the dark, she calls "Hello? Can you hear me?"
@King Anthony
Vladimor is shaken by the voice in his head, hoping that it wasn't just him going insane in the dark, but he responds nonetheless. "Mmhm..." It was louder in his head, but out loud it was just a soft breath. He keeps his eyes closed, trying to think of himself as somewhere else, rather than in a small, dark cell. When he thought about home he was given thoughts of abuse and crying, having to sneak out to avoid this, though coming home just to be beaten again. Then next was here, and he bites his lip. After he was free, he spent his life on the streets, begging since he hadn't access to his funds. It was cold and hard for him. Where was the happiness in his life. He thought he could crack a smile at meeting Matthew, but he just remembers the countless times he's insulted him and got angry with him, and once more, he was left in the dark, here. There almost was no good times at all, but Vladimor will just accept it since it won't ever seem to get better. @MermaidShireen
Derrick wakes up soon, in a cell of his own. There's light here, albeit dim. It looked like an asylum cell. Worse; without windows. The servant feels ashamed that he failed to protect Vladimor. He felt so crippled in useless in this cell, and there wasn't anything he could have done. His fist pound against the cold metal door, for quite the time. When he forces himself to realize how futile his actions were, he steps back, sitting down on the hard bed, feeling the metal support rods pressing into him at he sat. He looks around the simple cell, nothing at all there to aid his escape- Except the vent. Though, it was to high to reach, even if he stood on the bed, so he huffs, burying his face in his hands, a cumbersome weight on his shoulders. He'd find a way to him, he's sure. Although that was the only thing on his mind. Derrick hadn't thought of the experimentation he'd go through, each session more painful than the last. He hadn't thought about joining the hordes of disgusting mutation, or perhaps the mass of failures, death occurring by such. It didn't cross his mind; only getting to Vladimor. He'd wait.
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