i want to see real flowers

Lily Rammsteiner just a little girl in a dogs world Retained the ability to regenerate in semi-restricted treatments, but they have been dulled down to half of what they were. ID#- 6O-3241. First floor, C-1. [associated with bethlehem royal]

[broken-spine-blog]

another reason why --; [treatment .o9]

You will always be a defect.

When she had awoke, the change of the hospital hit her. Though others may see it as something small, especially those that were unfamiliar and still new to this cruel 'hospital', Lily had already knew something -- and also, someone -- was missing.

Was there an announcement? She couldn't hear it. Maybe she slept through it. Like she did the rest. Like how she stayed, shivering and shaking in her bed, still in shock of the precious experiment. Still unable to believe that her hands had done so much damage, that had gone so far as to kill a human. Just because she was in that state of a beast.

Raising up from her bed, placing her feet onto her bed, she had first ignored of how she couldn't hear the constant creack of the bed in every move she made. It was an old bed to begin with, couldn't blame them, it was still a surprise to her that she was given a bed at all.

Stepping out into the hallway, that's when it hit her.

At first, the young girl had thought of it as nothing. But then she realized that the sound of the door closing behind her was unable to be heard.

So she turned, opening and closing it again.

Nothing.

Her mouth ws dry. Her stomach turned. As her lips trembled in her first attempt to speak for the first time ever since the dog had been released, since she had pleaded for forgiveness by the brother's that she would never see again -- and for the rest of the residents of the hospital as well.

"You're not bad, Lily..."

Something that reminded her of a friend.

A friend that escaped from the clutches of this cruel hospital, with it's twisted doctors that continued their harsh 'treatments'. Her first friend, and best friend, since she had finally stumbled upon the outside world and was able to live a life no longer underground.

Where she could see real flowers.

Yet she heard nothing. She couldn't hear her voice. With this proof, it was more than obvious that this treatment had taken any use of her hearing.

She had became deaf. Unable to hear the people around her, the young girl simply looked down as she wished for the help of her friend, the man that was able to make her feel even the least bit human in this place.

"Um...."

Fortunately she was lucky enough to still speak and see. Yet her tone had changed much with just the few words, and able to feel the constant change in the back of her throat. Hands trembling. Eyes scanning as she now had to find someone to help her, Lily called out,

"Can someone help me? I can't.... I can't hear anything."

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stray dog wandering [intro]

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After having scrutinized the foreign medical facility, he still remained on his guard as he quietly ambled along. Chains tinkled, the only sound next to light footsteps. At least he had his guns with him; if he was brought here, he would expect them to confiscate any weapons on his person. What were they playing at? Peering around a corner, he quietly crossed another threshold to a different wing of the hospital.

Then his heart faltered and he stopped abruptly, gaping in disbelief at what delusion taunted him minutes after beginning to walk around. It all made sense now; it was a lucid dream.

Her svelte face endearingly framed with golden blond locks, cascading down past her petite chin and feathered against her forehead. The girl lingered there for a moment, quiet and still before her own gaze met his. Pure eyes, a bold shade of cobalt. Innocence personified, like an angel. There really weren’t many difference between her and Nill. Perhaps that was why he coped so well looking after the other girl, because she was just like Lily.

“L—L-L .. Li—!”

The word choked up in his throat, struggling to pass trembling lips. Incredulous, he began to retreat a bit. Tempted to escape the memories he did not want to face.

Suddenly flashbacks. The multitude of memories he tried to repress.

“Painted the white red, ya see!? Played a bit, took care of the problem just like you wanted, ya see!? Then you escaped just like you wanted, master—”

“Who’s the master? … who’s the master .. ?”

An eye twitched, his apalled gaze locked on her, but not staring at her. He gazed through her, as if encountering and struggling to fight a distant thought.

Blood caked everywhere. The broken girl, cradled in his arms and the ripped membrane that was her spine dangling from her torso. Carmine dripping, dripping thickly. Corroded tissue, thin crimson threads the only parts of her dangling from her torso to the maimed lower part of her body. The impending thought of never being able to take her with him, never being able to show her real flowers or keep her safe. Bile rose in his throat, stomach clenched with overwhelming emotions, but he was too incredulous to be sick by what he had done to someone he loved. What the dog had done.

Mental collapse. And oh how it would have reverberated, how much more audibly intense it was to shatter mentally than physically. Naturally after facing a traumatic event, the mind has a way of blocking off certain memories. But he could not forget this sweet girl; his precious sister. All he could do was repress the pain and stay in control. Now, his memories were resurfacing. He was hallucinating. This was indeed one of the underground facilities, he decided, because why else would he be trapped here? Or rather, why else would his mind perceive him being trapped here again? Hallucinating — seeing the girl he had torn apart in a berserk frenzy? His mind was finally becoming feverish with hallucinations and perhaps a form of schizophrenia. Soon, the Kerberos would … it would ..

“Haine! Haine!! Haine!!”

“This isn’t real.” His voice was hoarse with denial, laced with fear. Then his lips quirked, teeth gritting and bared as he felt more disoriented. Struggled to keep his emotions at bay. “QUIT FUCKING WITH ME!” A trembling hand shot up and pressed against his head, rubbing, grating his temple as his eyes screwed shut. “No .. No, goddamnit, what .. what is this?” Where am I? Didn’t black out .. didn’t lose control … I can’t be dreaming. I don’t sleep often.

The dog didn’t seem to know, either. In fact, it was quiet and just as stunned. Hadn’t he ripped, maimed that girl to bits? Freed her?

“Lily,” he croaked, the edges of his vision blurring as he succumbed to his long suppressed feelings. He knew he shouldn’t be interacting with the hallucination, giving in to the way his mind warped to make him cope with his self-loathing.

[broken-spine-blog]

"Haine!"

The sudden sting in her eyes made her realize the sudden tears that were sliding down her cheeks. As well as the fear that still lay waiting for her to fade back into the black -- that same fear that she did her best to push away, and instead continued to call out to her brother.

Taking tiny steps, afraid that he may threaten her again, she walked up towards the white haired male as she began to realize just how much he aged. Much taller, much more grown up --

And all without her.

His light mumbling of her name caused a quick pain to erupt at the center of her stomach. The memories coming back of the pain and cruelty not only she, but Haine and the rest of the children had to go through while in that Hell. The blood, the pain, the want to escape and see what was outside.

To see real flowers.

To see the world.

Unfortunately for many, including herself, that day would never happen. At least, before being brought to the hospital.

Yet that memory -- her last memory while in the underground facility -- rushed by and caused the young girl to fall to her knees.

Why was she even alive?

Why were they being forced to see one another after the pain and suffering they had already been through? The feeling of not being able to be forgiven -- for being that horrible monster that she would become from time to time -- began to sink in. Causing her body to go completely weak with guilt.

A monster like her didn't deserve to live. At least not happily. And maybe that's why this reunion was called for. The doctors possibly seeing the two lost dogs who desperately searched for a way out of the constant nightmares of just a single day of their lives.

Or maybe for Lily to just drag Haine down into the grave along with her. To sink him into horrible memories of nothing but the colour of crimson.

Remembering those desperate final breathes of air, as she did her best not to choke on her own blood. The feeling of the bottom half of her body completely gone, and her whole life was slowly slipping past her fingers.

Those final words of comfort. That reassurance that everything was okay was the final part of Lily that world was able to see. Though to a few scientist, she died as an uncontrolled puppy who's incredible power was put to an end. And who was completely torn apart by the person she trusted the most.

And that final moment. With the tiny girl using all her strength to just simple wrap her arms around him. To let the words slowly slip past her lips as the shot of pain that ended her life rolled down her spine.

"Look at that! He doesn't even remember you! No point in crying!"

No.

No!

He called her name. He remembers. He didn't forget about her after years of living without her. Though that fear never left, that fear continued to eat away at her as she wanted to lift her head up and look at the familiar face. But she couldn't -- her heart banging against her chest.

She couldn't find it. The strength to stand up, or to simply just glance upwards and look at him -- but as she realized that she was only just barely a yard away from him, she couldn't help but to choke up and cover her eyes. Fingers brushing through her bangs as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

He was here.

He was right there.

But who's to say that Lily missed him?

The dog, the monster, that wanted to feel that familiar warmth of blood seeping through broken skin as her fingernails dragged against him in search of flesh. To see that crimson colour drip onto the floor, onto her, to paint the room with that bright colour as the dog inside her wanted to tear him into pieces.

Maybe it was the horrible monster that truly missed him.

"Hai... ne..."

No. That wasn't right.

It couldn't be right.

That warmth -- that comfort -- the feeling of being human was born because of Haine. Lily realized that she was not a monster, but a girl that was thrown into a horrible and cruel life controlled by an awful woman that posed as a mother to them.

His ability to stop her and wake her up from the black. To switch back over and see the light of the world and calm her down. It was him.

All him.

All Haine.

That feeling of not being a monster, or a dog, but being Lily.

It was all born because of him.

"Big... brother..."

"I missed you..."

[-nill]

confusing arrival. (OPEN RP)

[-nill]

Nill would most likely fail at trying to teach Lily those kind of things — not only was she clumsy, but Nill was still, in fact, a learner as well, so Naoto probably would end up being the one to teach them both. Nevertheless, Nill would certainly try and help! Simply because…They were now starting to become good friends, which was, of course, wonderful.

Besides, Nill was getting fond of Lily already. She was just so really nice! She didn’t care about how abnormal Nill was and after hearing that from her made Nill to blush a bit again, but this time, it was because she was simply happy.

Nill flashed a warm smile directly at Lily, to show that she appreciates her thoughts.

“Are you hungry? Or… do you want to go somewhere?”

Hungry. Her blue eyes blinked once. Coming to think of it…Was she really famished? That thought haven’t occured to her until now, so she supposed she wasn’t. Nill was about to shake her head gently, but her stomach had other ideas —  as if a creature heard Lily’s words, it made itself be heard and known as it started to protest with her mind and grumble, demanding to be fed. Embarrassed, she clutched her stomach, attempting to make it stop from making such noises — it was quiet, but loud enough to be heard. Nill grinned sheepishly.

I…I guess I am, she mouthed.

[broken-spine-blog]

The noticeable grumble had the girl trying to cover up her laugh -- which fortunately worked out well on both their favours. The young girl not wanting to seem rude, and Nill not wanting to be embarrassed.

Even if it shouldn't be as funny as she possibly found it, Lily couldn't help but smile a wide grin. Almost ear to ear.

"Here!" She turned just a bit towards the direction of the cafeteria, but she kept her hand extended for the older girl to take.

A friend was a friend. No matter what. Though she was a complete hypocrite with this. If a friend found themselves as a monster, Lily would do everything that's anything to make them understand that they were not. And if they were uncomfortable or negative towards themselves, she knew how to make them smile just as bright as she could. And make sure that they were smiling again.

Yet as she did this, she would continue to see herself as a monster. The awful dog that tore friends and foes into bits -- as Lily herself would wake up to nothing but red. Leaving her feared of only one thing out of the rest of the world --

Herself.

"Let's go get something to eat~!"

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stray dog wandering [intro]

He wasn’t infected with anything but a curse.

What could they do that he hasn’t already been through? He did not want to be “cured”, he wanted oblivion. Sweet release; death. Half-lidded eyes peered down at the sink after blotting his face dry with a towel, barely acknowleding the reflection in the mirror. Was he stuck in the underground again? After all of his meticulous searching for the deep facilities and finally wondering if his enemies were coming to him, he somehow wound up here.

‘Hey master, feel your grip slipping? Just like old times, eh?’

It chided to him incessantly, seeming to be more active than it should be. The wretched black dog, the Kerberos Spine. He always tried to keep a perpetually iron grip on the damn thing, always tried to stay in control because he would not let himself slip up and harm his friends again. And because of that reason, he tried to distance himself from people. He did not know where he was, but he would feel even more so distraught if he lost control in an unknown place. Nill flashed in his mind. Naoto. Badou. The massacres. Then finally, Lily.

‘Awww,’ the dog cooed with mock concern, taunting him, ‘What did we do to poor, sweet Lily..?’

“Shut up!” He growled, aimed to his reflection, digits clenching the sink like a vice. “Stay down, damn dog.”

‘Let’s play again.’

He shot one last glance at the mirror before sauntering out of the room. The door banged shut, overly forceful and the perverse, barking laughter of the black dog echoed in his head as he walked away. Pretending he was leaving it behind in that bathroom was too desperate, he knew it would be with him as long as it was part of him.

[broken-spine-blog]

He was gone.

She was sure of it.

Though their reunion had only lasted a quick moment, Lily was sure that Haine had somehow left the hospital. Which she was glad for, he no longer had to undergo any more cruel treatments that the doctors had scheduled for them --

Or having to deal with her.

She must have done something to scar him horribly. Because as soon as the young man had seen her, he pointed his gun towards her and was ready to pull the trigger at any time.

As if he forgotten her.

As if Haine completely forgotten that Lily had even played a role in his life, as if the pain that two endured together was simply tossed aside in order to forget his past life. And even though she wished to find some kind of answer -- along with just being able to see him again -- apart of her was glad to know he was gone.

And yet again, that stomach turning moment hit her.

Twisting and turning, pulling and tugging. The pain in her stomach being similar since she last saw her dear 'brother'.

"No..."

Why?

Why?

Why was he back? Why did the doctors find him so interesting? Why did he being him back after possibly witnessing the terrible reunion from before. Which lead to a crying Lily, with that deep fear that he had forgotten her after all the years he's aged.

"He's here~!"

No. No. No. No. No. No. Please.

Blue eyes widen as she could hear someone's footsteps walk down the hallway. As she quickly took a grip onto her baggy white shirt as she dared not to turn around.

But that voice. That voice that echoed in her head whenever the young blond had grown to scared to even take another step. It was yelling, screaming in her mind, ordering her to turn her head and look back. 

And the voice had won.

Lily slowly turned her head, her bangs covering her eyes before blue hues showed that obvious hint of fear that brought a shiver down her spine. Though still a distance away from her, she was still able to recognize the familiar face easily.

He was back.

"He's back~! He's back~! Come on, let's go play with him again!"

Her body began to tremble as she looked up towards the familiar face who aged without her. The boy that tore in half, and held her broken in his arms with her final breathes --

Until he had finally broke her neck.

"Ha...ine...?"

She wanted to be excited.

She wanted to jump into his arms and bury her face into his chest, like she used to. To hide away from her fears and be comforted by just the smallest of words by Haine until she had finally calmed down and was able to face the world -- and not as a monster, but as Lily.

She wanted to just barely mumble it, to just let his name slip past her lips as she continued to have this inner conflict with if she was happy to see him or not.

Unfortunately, this ended up failing.

"Haine! Haine!!"

She continued to call out, no matter how close or how far away he was from her. Her voice cracked, signaling that she may be on the verge of tears of seeing her brother yet again.

"Haine!!"

[broken-spine-blog]

an impossible wish; [treatment .o6]

A wish?

That is what the director had told them, right? That they had the right to wish for whatever they had wanted --except for a few things, which didn't even come to Lily's mind before they were mentioned.

A child of her age should have thought of a wish easily. Let it be the most childish thing that came to mind, or possibly dangerous all depending what she was asking for. But once she came to her final conclusion, she realized that what she wanted to wish for simply couldn't come true.

Not because of the fact that the ones she wished to see again were dead.

But there was just no way that they could possibly forgive her.

As the young girl found herself in the garden, taking the time to examine and memorize every flower she came across, she finally made it to the flowers that she had been named after --

Lily's.

No matter how many times she looked at the beautiful flower, she could never wrap her head around as to why she was given that name. This flower was beautiful and fragile, that stood out among the rest.

The young girl that sat before the flower saw herself as weak. Something that could break so easily, lose control. A dog that could never become anything close to pretty compared to the flowers that she stared at.

But this was what she was named after.

And it was a flower. One of many that she wished so dearly to see with the rest of her friends, to dance in a field of a variety of flowers -- giggling and running as her brothers joined her in the happiness of being outside.

Unfortunately, that time never came. Due to the damage the small dogs did upon themselves. Lily literally clawing her way into victory of the battle royale before being torn completely in half.

No matter what, the never ending nightmares of that day continued to haunt her. From the very moment she blacked out, she could only see as blood was painted on the walls and watch as the life was stolen from every single child -- and this continued on until the unimaginable pain she experienced when Haine tore her in half.

Lotto.

Arthur.

Giovanni.

Haine.

She could feel her eyes beginning to sting. That lump in her throat forming as her heart felt as if it was skipping beats. Her eyes now focused on the ground below her, as the small girl began her inner battle in keeping those negative thoughts pushed in the back of her mind.

Lily shouldn't be like this.

She shouldn't be crying over this sudden feeling of loneliness filled inside her. She had met new friends, she had seen real flowers, and had given life once again -- though it still continued to be cruel to her, no matter what.

Yet she couldn't help it.

New friends couldn't replace the old.

Real flowers couldn't replace the ones that she and Giovanni tried so hard to recreate. Along with the memories that she made in that Hell --no matter how horrible it was-- it all contained those first steps of becoming human.

"I wish..." The lump in her throat made it more and more difficult to speak. And even though she knew that her wish was unable to come true, no matter what the Director had told her,

"I wish... I could say sorry..."

Even if she could ask the Director for this wish, what then? Even if she could ask for her brothers to be brought back to life, they would all disappear once the treatment was over.

The happiness would literally be sucked away from her in a matter of seconds if she wished for that. And she'd rather not see the aftermath of being completely heartbroken after seeing them slip past her fingers for the second time.

"I'm so sorry..." She choked, trying her best to hold back tears --

Which turned out to be a complete failure.

Lily hid her face in the palms of her hands, fingers gliding through her bangs as she couldn't even forgive herself for what she had done to them.

"I'm sorry... for being a monster..."

[broken-spine-blog]

Hey guys~. Just wanted to say that I'll be getting to replies either tomorrow or later in the week. School and things have been keeping me busy.

I hope to get to them soon! I'm really enjoying role-playing with you all~.

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You're going to die, Madoka! [ BR Open ]

[ When Madoka woke up, the first thing that she noticed was the sweet smell that passed by her room. She thought she was home at first, after having to witness the death of Tomoe Mami, but it seemed this was not the case. Instead, when her vision cleared up a bit, she noticed she was in he hospital.

Had she fainted after her the incident with Charlotte? Was there something wrong with her? The young girl picked up the note that was on the dresser next to her. ]

… Infected?

[ Not wasting a second, she began to dig through the drawers of the dresser. The only useful thing she could find was a bow and suction cup arrow.

Well, she already knew her fate. ]

No! I have to be strong. For Sayaka, Mami-san and… Homura-chan… Maybe there’s someone here that can help me…. I hope so. [ The young girl began to make her way through the hallways, trying to ignore the sweet smell that passed her nose. ]

U-Um… Is anyone out there? Hello?

[broken-spine-blog]

This smell...

It was so sweet. Even from a distance, the dog was able to taste the flesh as her hunger has obviously not been able to settle down. Well, there was no point on being stopped.

Lily was fast asleep. Drifting away to hide away from her own fear. As the monster ran among the halls, happy as she could ever be with so many fun little toys she was able to play with too. To let her nails dig into their skin, to have those tiny fingers of hers literally feel someone's pulse come to a halt on her fingertips.

A crazy, unchained dog that was unleashed into a blood stained play ground.

Smiling with the sight of someone's body fall to the floor. Watching as any sign of life disappeared as the white tiled floors became red with blood.

She had just did something like this not to long ago. Her entire arm soaked with the blood of another human being. And unfortunately for the newcomer, she wasn't welcomed like the rest when they first arrived.

No welcoming smiles or an energetic greet slipped past the usually energetic girl's lips. She was a dog. Blinded with desire of flesh and with her mind obviously having nothing more than cruel intentions to find more to settle her hunger.

Step by step.

The monster made her way closer.

If the frightened looking girl would run, the hunting dog would chase.

[youaremyvoodoochild-blog]

☠ treatment #5 open//

[youaremyvoodoochild-blog]

To his faint surprise, the snarl impressed him.  The Master laughed lightly as he slipped back another step to avoid her. 

“Is that all you’ve got, ape?”  He sneered, raising his arms up to his shoulders as he moved.  Problem was, he wasn’t taking any of it seriously enough, and that would always be his downfall.  But the insanity, the hunger digging away at his stomach, his very senses, it was all too much for him to handle…

However, she was so confident of her actions.  It was a little unnerving, to see a child attack so mercilessly, without any hesitation.  None at all.

Evidently, she was quite the special case.  The Master would have tried to make her an ally, had they not begun fighting so quickly.  But perhaps it wasn’t too late to make peace between the two…

What a laugh.  The Master was certain that unless a distraction of some sort were to appear, at least one of them would go down.  One of them would die.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp, sinking pain in his hand, with force enough to draw blood.  He tried as hard as he could to wrench his hand away, for compared to an ape’s, his blood was completely more important. 

“What are you — ?”  He tried moving away, but it was difficult to coordinate good movements in such a circumstance.  He moved his other hand to hit her hard, across the face, hopefully with enough force to send her back a little, all the while paying no attention to her hand as she reached for his chest.

[broken-spine-blog]

And she would allow it. The direct impact across the face was a foolish move to make against a dog with a terribly hard grip. Once her teeth had sunk in, she wasn't going to simply let go.

At least, not without a bit of a snack to go with her.

Upon impact with the man's other hand, she completely tore a nice chunk of flesh off that hand that held his screwdriver. The blood ran down and touched her tongue, in which she allowed it to drip it's way down her throat as she held the piece of the Master's hand in her teeth.

The skin was completely ripped, as the flesh that hanged outside of her mouth began to leave small drops on the white floor. Along with the now gashing wound that was left of his hand.

Though the impact made her stumble back just a it, it hand had already reached to his unprotected chest. In which she mustered up the bit of strength she had to turn the tables.

No matter how tiny her nails and fingers may be, with the strength that she had already obtained caused them to be much more dangerous and blood thirsty than they appeared. Because as soon as her hand literally slammed against his chest, her finger curled and nails began to twist and dig into his chest.

There was no confidence in her actions. Only instinct. As a rapid, untamed dog that had no owner to tie her down and punish her for her actions. With the mind set on being the weapon that she was born for--but at the same time, the weapon that was seen as a defect to her mother.

Because the young girl had absolutely no control.

And she there was absolutely no hesitance in her actions as she began to twist her hand, the nails of a dog quickly making their way deeper into the male's chest as the blood began to seep through his clothes.

Deeper.

Deeper.

And then.

The sound of her hand literally tearing through his chest along with the blood escaping past the hole her tiny arm was able to create was all she could hear.

The process of pulling out her arm would be just as painful for the man. As her nails continued to claw onto his flesh as she quickly forced her arm out of the man's chest.

[broken-spine-blog]

& out came the wild mutt; [treatment .o5]

[spoileralertdumbass-blog]

And she was, yet another, wandering soul who was reluctant to be told what to do. To give into what was ordered of her, or rather, what was “good for her”. Because the last time she had done that, she was taken advantage of, the last time she had done that, she had been forced to do something about it. Not with words, but fists. With violence, with blood, with mutilated corpses—

—with vengeance.

When she had accomplished that, you better believe that she was as free as a bird. But held down by the limitations that was gravity. A heart breaking revelation, but something that drove her to do better. To become the best, and once contacted, defeat and kill Travis Touchdown.

She was close, but not close enough.

Like hell was she going to listen to that fuckin’ ‘Director’, if anything, she’d avoid doing so. She wasn’t gonna stoop down and eat flesh, and instead of panicking over it like a lot of the slow witted kids here, she had decided to use a loophole. As long as it was flesh, it didn’t matter whose, right?

So, Jeane had taken the precaution, and had decided to eat her own flesh. After all, the shit was going to grow back, anyhow. Didn’t matter where, so she had begun with the only patch of flesh that wasn’t painted in red. The inner area of her arm, in between the crimson patterns that surveyed her body.

And because of that, she should be in tip top shape— for now. 

The quickened steps of someone approaching caught her attention, though. From the sound of it, light, quick, frenzied and driven. The faint animalistic panting that could be heard from around the corner.—

An enemy.

She stayed quiet, simply staying still and choosing to ready herself and tightening her gloves, ignoring the throbbing pain of the wrapped wound around her arm. It wouldn’t deter her punches, nor strength, because this was nothing.

Come ‘ere, doggy, doggy, doggy.

[broken-spine-blog]

Did someone already get to her?

Take a piece of her flesh and she some how escaped?

Or did the cruel desire to devour flesh made the woman decide to eat her own?

Questions Lily would ask if she wasn't a mad dog. Blindly running around the halls in search of someone to tear open, ripping them apart in order to get a get good look at her dinner before she decided to bite down.

The taste of another's blood had already touched her tongue long ago. Her teeth had already sunk deep inside another's arm in a desperate attempt to tear them down. As a wild dog without a leash, ignoring orders, it was the only thing the monster could even think of.

And just as easily, the dog's attention was pulled away from the rest of the world to see the woman as she readied herself.

With no pure knowledge of any sort of technique, the only thing that the monster had with her own power was pure instinct. To rip apart and tear away whatever she could--and even biting was nothing but a natural response when being attacked or threatened. It was only natural for a hunting dog that had lost it's mind.

And it certainly take long for the dog to attack first. Quickly rushing into the battle, the lovely aroma that girl had left. Even with her taking the risk of eating herself, this only allowed the blood thirsty monster impatient with it.

The wound on her arm left a taunting smell for the dog.

Blood.

Flesh.

She could smell it.

And her stomach craved for it.

[-nikopol-deactivated20120126]

Treatment #5: I'm not running!

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Threatening. Even in this state, Viral could sense an ominous aura radiating like discreet, poisonous gas off of someone, but it was not until he allowed his golden iris to settle on her did he learn who held this power. As gracious as Bethlehem Royal was, the humanoid was only rewarded his Gunman, a weapon that would surely rescue him from this savage dilemma, "Enki" in doll form; what possibly could he do with that as an offense? Furthermore, even if he held his beloved mecha in his arms then and there, he was not about to toss the toy at his "opponent" when it was clear both were ready to sink canines and molars into flesh and more. Right now was not a playground in comparison to his arrival a mere day or two ago. Easygoing, he limited his movement, aware of the female's permanent glare. Like ice it felt, stabbing through his being, wanting to restrict his voluntary actions, but little did she know that Viral was just as stubborn to give in, even if he did not demonstrate himself as almighty. If he was bitten, epidermis shed of his person, he could recover, but only for small bites; in this case, he found it best to keep his defense high. 

"..." With a brisk rush forward, Viral paraded through the cafeteria, agility forced as he rammed through chairs and tables alike, encouraging the fall of each, his lithe, crimson-suited body easily passing for a blur--he did this to separate himself from the other, giving her plenty of obstacles to maneuver her form over. Instinctively, he kept an eye on the threat, standing on two feet this time around, a malicious smirk adorning his lips, teeth daring to poke out.

"Come on, already!" A shrill whisper that echoed throughout the dining area. A means to taunt.

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Whether he had made that mess or not, it wouldn't matter to her.

The dog felt a sudden rush, seeing to as he purposely pushed over chairs in order to make his way all the way over here. All the way to the blinded walking monster! If she were to have any sense, she would have wished for him to stop.

But that was all long gone now.

Even taking the time to jump onto a table, giving a small spin as she opened her arms. Welcoming the boy to the battlefield the two had chosen. Not a noise slipped past her lips as she turned to see him, as her lips with curved into a wide murderous smile.

Red.

Red.

Red.

Make it all red.

The wild dog would do just as mother had told her and the other children when they had first opened their eyes in the underground facility. Meeting that monster that had to be more than twice Lily's size, that literally hit her to the other side of the room and left her motionless and made her seem dead.

And that was the appearance of the monster.

And the first orders of mother.

To completely destroy whoever seemed like an enemy. Break their legs, make them motionless, and rip them apart piece by piece. Though this little monster made that process much more messy. Literally tearing the muscles out of the monster's neck.

And making that beautiful red.

Like she would do here. She would make that red drip from this boy's body too. Tear him apart and leave bits and pieces around the scene, as if giving a warning to the rest of the patients--

A monster is on the loose.

And it was hunting everyone down.

Jumping up from the table, her own agility much more advanced than what one would expect the tiny girl to have. The distance between the two was quickly brought to barely a few inches as she had tightly gotten a grip on his collar.

A low growl could be heard from her throat as she drew her other arm back. Fingers curled into her palms as she launched the first attack between the two, her tiny fist aiming straight to his face. Even if the impact may be just tad too weak for the monster, that wouldn't stop her from later clawing and tearing at the other's face if she were to make contact.

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eat or be eaten; [treatment o5]

[parassita-deactivated20120111]

Run run run run run-

Get out of there.

These were Anri’s only thoughts. These thoughts and her fear were her driving forces, the only things that kept her going.

She was afraid. But why?

Death wasn’t scary to her. She’d practically been a walking corpse, once upon a time. Back then, even with Saika’s words of love, she couldn’t feel anything. Love wasn’t the only emotion she hadn’t been capable of; it was just about every other feeling under the sun. Emotions were a weakness that only got in the way. They weakened you, destroyed you until you felt like you were suffocating. She’d remembered what that was like. There was a time long ago where she’d laughed and cried and got jealous and got mad.

But then she’d just… stopped. She’d decided she didn’t need them. Emotions were a nuisance.

Until her new life began.

And then, she made real friends, people who cared about her and protected her and enjoyed being around her. She learned the joy of having people important to her that she wanted to protect and make happy. Whatever this feeling was, it had completely taken over her and made her into the person she is now.

No, death wasn’t scary at all. But the thought of hurting innocent people, of being so controlled by gluttony that she’d eat them, was downright terrifying.

She’d use Saika if she had no other choice, if only to gain temporary control of whoever got in her way so she could escape. The girl was glad for that. She didn’t particularly like Saika’s wooden form.

Anri would soon find herself consumed by panic as she ran, which made her heart beat even faster than the fear had. In front of her was a girl, not much younger than Anri, with blonde bangs covering half of her face.

She fought back the hunger, ignored the sweet scent radiating from the girl. She would not hurt her. She would not do what this Director wanted her to do.

But… what now? Was she in danger? The blonde girl’s bangs hid most of her face, making it impossible to see if there was any emotion. But Anri could sense something. She didn’t know what but there was just… something off about this girl. The swordswoman knew she couldn’t just assume that she was safe. This was hunt or be hunted; she couldn’t take chances. Anyone could be an enemy.

Even herself.

Whether it was for her protection or the other girl’s protection, she didn’t know. But she had to summon Saika. So she did.

As she soon as she gripped the blade in her hand, she felt a bit better.

To avoid provoking the girl, she kept Saika at her side as she spoke in her quiet voice.

“Who are you?”

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As the girl exposed her weapon, the small monster only saw it as a toy. Even when handed a gun, in it's eyes it was just another toy that made the battle just end faster. Even if that was what they were built for--to kill and make a blood red carpet for their beloved mother--the 'defected' one found no use in them.

Though the young girl did prove that her first stage of growing mad was to pull the trigger. Grabbing Giovanni by his own collar and nearly shooting him directly in the head. The impact would have lead to an immediate death, possibly, but neither Haine nor Lily would want to see if they could survive a bullet to the head.

And that was how she calmed down.

How many times did Haine awake the young girl, and force the monster to go back into the depths of her mind? To wake her up and keep her from getting her hands on the other children and ripping them apart.

But Haine wasn't here. There was no one to calm her, to make this person that replaced Lily in order to turn her fear into 'fun'. And to have the poor girl wake up into a pool of red, hands stained with blood as she feared herself more than she did anything else. More than leaving the facility and going outside, seeing how cruel the world was behind those walls, and eve of death itself.

That monster that encouraged her to push the switch, that person that lifted her head and exposed the emptiness in her eyes.

This monster was the person that Lily hated the most about herself.

For the people that couldn't stop her like her brother could, there was no point in attempting to talk to her. There would be no response. A snarl or scream would slip past those lips, but other than that there was absolutely nothing.

And there was no point in trying to stop her, either. With this desire for flesh and her mind not set in the right place, Lily looked at everyone as bags of meat that were nothing more than one of those genetically mutated experiments that were rumored to be failures and defects. Like herself.

One would think that a tiny girl would retreat when someone else would expose a weapon, while she on the other hand was completely unarmed. But that didn't stop her. The sudden rush of adrenaline that went through her veins, the monster found it just as another little game.

Another experiment that she was ordered to completely destroy. To rip apart their arms and legs, make them unable to move. Paint the area with their blood and just simply have fun. As mother would have told it.

That smile that appeared on her face was far from her usual bright and friendly one. One that would welcome an unfamiliar face and give them a helping hand if they needed one, or a friend if they felt alone.

This smile was one that was worn by a killer, whose intentions were of nothing but to slowly--or even quickly--destroy the enemy before them. A tiny little monster who had no problem in completely turning the girl in front of her into nothing but random piles of flesh splattered along the halls. To have her hands painted with her blood and to later even get a bite our of her.

Since the director did state that was the whole point of the treatment.

And with an empty stomach, the dog wouldn't just disobey it's order.

Especially with how obedient mother had made her.

[youaremyvoodoochild-blog]

☠ treatment #5 open//

[youaremyvoodoochild-blog]

Oh, how quick she was to act on her feet, rushing at him so recklessly, without even stopping to consider the possibilities of him overpowering her.  That either meant that she was incredibly stupid, or incredibly powerful, and thus wasn’t afraid to charge full - force at him, a grown man.  It also seemed evident that she was used to fighting, for not every young girl would run at him with no second thoughts, even with the treatment affecting their minds so precariously.

As she ran to him, fist ready to hit him, the Master smoothly moved to the side without any hesitation, grabbing her arm and steering her off course hard enough to slam her against the wall.  She had been fast, but he was faster, at least this time.

“That wasn’t nice…”

He chuckled, grabbing what he thought was his laser screwdriver, only to be reminded that it had been replaced with a plastic toy screwdriver.  Useless.  It didn’t even have a sharp blade or anything of the sort, and thus was a nearly ineffective weapon.  But he was taking too much time, she would be able to attack him by then, so he glanced frantically back at her, stepping back quickly to attack once more.  

He raised a hand to hit her with the screwdriver, for however useless it might have been, it could still possibly be used as a blunt weapon.  He tried to move fast enough, to not allow her time to react, but he had already been slow by that point.  Besides, the Master wasn’t used to fighting with such tactics.  Normally, he had some sort of powerful weapon to aid him, but not this time…. Oh, the scientists were such a pain.

[broken-spine-blog]

The impact against the wall caused the first sound to slip past her lips since the young girl became this monster.

A snarl. 

An angry dog that's prey wouldn't allow her to kill them so easily. Which, blinded and drunk with power she already was, she didn't really mind. But by the fact that the tiny monster was so used to being able to shed blood in just a few seconds, it did anger her.

She was made to kill. She was made to be the perfect weapon. And though she had been tossed around a countless amount of times, this awakening of the beast was just a tad different from the others. Only by the fact that it had been far to long since the monster had been unleashed--allowed to spill blood and have the ability to take another's life in a second.

Realizing that the man had now raised his hand in order to hit her with his plastic screwdriver, she allowed it. With the amount of force the Master had applied, it gave another small impact on the girl. Which didn't mind her at all.

A toy screwdriver wasn't anything close that could kill something like her.

With no hesitation, as his hand went in hopes of hitting her again, she bare her fangs. Teeth sinking into skin, quickly drawing blood as that iron taste touched her tongue. With hardly any distance between them, the young girl reached out in order to grab onto his chest.

[touei]

[youaremyvoodoochild-blog]

☠ treatment #5 open//

[youaremyvoodoochild-blog]

He saw the little blonde out the corner of his eye, he could smell her.  He’d met her before, but then something had come up and he’d had been forced to leave…  It was a pity they had to meet once more, and under such circumstances.  The girl twirled, making the the entire situation seem so much more insane.  How wonderful.

Come on! Come on!! Let’s play~!

The master leaned his head back in a fit of insane laughter.  ”I’d love to…”  

He advanced, grin wide upon his face, all the while tensing up a hand for attack.  He’d expected sparks to form into an orb of energy, right onto his hand, using part of his very own life force to attack her — but nothing happened.  The Doctors had done that to him… they had sealed his very own abilities.  The nerve they must have had, to shove him down to such a low, pitiful level.  He was a Time Lord, not just some filthy ape.

But that was the risk of fighting in such an environment.  He did not know what he, himself, was capable of anymore.  Oh, how the Master would tear up his opponents ti shreds when he would get back in power.  Perhaps he would even bring back the Toclafane; yes, with the right devices, he actually might have been able to devise a system to pull them back to his current time.  

Besides, he was still a Time Lord, still superior to the apes.  Surely he was at some advantage, and there was no one there that could stop him from doing what he liked!

And yet, it seemed she was only a child.  It wasn’t as though the old Time Lord had any pity or compassion for her, it was simply the fact that that he had little time to waste on her; however, her unusual psychotic way of thought, which had not appeared before, so he could only assume it was because of the treatment, made the Master interested.  

Perhaps he would not finish her off as soon as he had initially planned to.

He stopped, cold in his tracks, quickly beckoning her closer.

“Come and get me!” 

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The wild dog almost made a whine of disappointment. Even if her own genetic abilities had been taken away from her by the doctors, Lily had no idea that her regeneration was still in use with treatments such as this.

Neither did she care. With nothing on mind other than to kill and destroy, to paint the walls and floors of this hospital with the blood of whoever dared to go up against her. Or was unlucky enough to be caught after running from her. It didn't matter to her, she was a mutt without a leash and her fangs were ready to rip apart the flesh of whoever came her way.

This side of Lily was relentless and brutal. A killing machine. That was why she was born to begin with--and even though she hated it, she couldn't beat that voice in the back of her head. That voice that was now taking control of her and having her mind race with hopes of tearing everyone apart.

And this is why, she wouldn't mind getting her hands dirty. Born and raise to become the perfect weapon, the underground facility taught both Lily and this monster how to not only have the power to be apart of a deathless army.

But the combat ability to kill a man with her own two hands. Those two, tiny hands that seemed to have no power to back them up was indeed a weapon all on their own. And as a wild dog that was uncontrollable, her teeth and nails would also help the girl of ripping her fellow patients to shreds.

With her power cut down, the monster was unaware of how much power was exactly taken away from her. Since back in the underground facility she was more than capable to smash through one of the children's skull with just a small punch. 

Anyone would make a good test dummy, really. But she was fine with hitting this man, no matter how much Lily wished not to.

“Come and get me!” 

And with that, the mad hunting dog rushed over towards the man at full sprint. Taking no time to hesitate and wait for him to attack and possibly wound her--giving him enough information that this young girl had the ability to heal herself--she drew back her hand and made it into a tight, small fist. Which aimed straight to his stomach.

If she were to hit without missing, he'd land right on his back. And the young girl would easily be able to rip and tear him apart with her bare teeth if she had to.

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Treatment #5: I'm not running!

Ringing. Someone stop this throbbing pain. My teeth ache unnecessarily, as if I’m teething all over again. Am I .. s-salivating? And now my stomach? Ah—so hungry, so hungry .. Why? I don’t smell foo—- Nose active, Viral sniffed in a considerable amount of the tasteful air, brain rattled by the fact that he missed a highly-vital fact. Someone—someone was prepping multiple confection dishes or at least a soup of sorts based on the honeyed aroma. Seduction, it was attracting him to follow its way, probably intelligent enough to manifest itself as a slender arm, index finger waving invitingly in his direction. Go on, Viral. Submit to temptation. If you fail, no one will scold you for it, right? But I—- Before he knew it, he was on all fours, awkwardly after his years of grounding himself on foot, the nails of his paws carving at the floor as he heaved exhaustively. His mind, ever so slowly soothed by the smell of the sweet-tasting scent, formed involuntary excuses to snap through the necks of others at stay here, rip through the flesh of each human and creature alike; most startling, devour each of these humans as an act of vengeance. Vengeance for his losses, his hatred encouraging, ordering him to snack on what he loathed the most! They will pay. Oh, they will pay .. Seemed the aggression brought forth by his primal genetics rang high, completely veiling the more kind, accepting Viral. This, above normalcy, was what Lady Adiane, Cytomander, and the other Beastmen would approve of, definitely not his lanky, defenseless formatting. Panther-like, Viral scouted his surroundings, focusing only on his brain’s crying for this new law of nature. He was not human, thus, eating one of those types would not be an act of cannibalism, right? All the more reason to go through with this. Down the staircase he whirled, a quick one, following sweet temptation to the area where most of his new source of food took base. The cafeteria.

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In hopes of seeing an unfortunate soul hiding away somewhere in the cafeteria, it didn't take much time for the young girl to get there. Even without the enhanced speed that she was genetically built with, Lily was fast enough to get there before the unknown victim showed up.

Drunk with power, she didn't even think twice of whether or not to let this unfamiliar face live. Then again, there was no chance for anyone at the moment with the young girl at this state. 

Friends appeared as foes. Everyone was an enemy. This was what she was genetically built to do, to kill and destroy whatever posed as a threat to her beloved mother. But this ability in combat is what made her a defect--she had absolutely no reliable control in herself.

Everything.

Kill everything.

Tear it, bite it, rip every single life apart and paint the area with that crimson colour. That is what mother made her and the other children to do. But with or without that order to kill, Lily was currently uncontrollable.

Looking at the boy that stayed on all fours. The boy that looked like he was imitating a dog. It brought an immediate disgust in her stomach.

Not a single word came past her lips. She simply stared with those now blank, empty eyes that held back the power that the young girl could unleash. Even with her abilities cut down drastically with her arrival to the hospital, it wouldn't stop from this monster from destroying everything in her way.

If he wanted something to eat, he would have to deal with her.

Because the dog had already began her selfish goal of making a feast for herself as well.

[bloody-fangs-blog]

A girl after my own heart.

Let’s see who can kill the most, huh?

[broken-spine-blog]

Yo, bro. Makin' a score board.

Lily:

Agito/Akito:

NOW FOR THE WAITINGHUNGER GAME

[icanhasnirvash-blog]

Agony of the highest degree ; [ treatment #5 ]

[icanhasnirvash-blog]

Running.

Tap tap tap tap.

The only sound that reverberated throughout the halls were her quick, lithe steps, rushing to get to her first meal of the day. The sweet scent was everywhere, almost too much to bear... Turning a corner, eyes locked onto a smaller, blonde female, who seemed to have noticed her a bit sooner than she had the other, as she almost gave off the feeling of anticipation.

Her footsteps slowed drastically, and came to a stop a few feet away. Thin, pale, small— almost seemed like the easiest target in the world. But her rationality decided to step in for just a short moment as a reminder that not everything should be underestimated. By the look in her eyes, she had submitted to the creature lurking inside as well.

Eureka wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Purple orbs narrowed, carefully watching. The agony and the pain caused by the wretched lust for flesh flooded her mind, urging her on.

No, not just yet.

[broken-spine-blog]

It was unfortunate, really. That the two girl would meet like this--both drunk with the forced desire to eat one another's flesh. That fear of hurting someone caused Lily to become like this. To become this monster that was now staring the girl down with empty looking eyes. 

That read through her like a book, that saw all her advantages and thought of how she would rip this girl apart in order to get her first taste in flesh in such a long time.

This monster grew impatient.

Lips curving into a wide, cruel intending smile. Showing the sharp teeth that were ready to rip and tear apart the easily breakable skin and dig into the flesh.

Even with her genetically enhanced speed and strength were literally taken away when coming to the hospital, it all didn't matter to her. The dog was quick on her feet even without the extra help, and her strength was something that would put the rest of the patients in awe.

And with that, with only a few feet away, Lily quickly ran over towards the unfamiliar face without any hesitation.

A hand driving behind her before it launched, aiming towards the other girl's stomach. With how fragile the other appeared, it would lead to a quick and easy kill as long as the hunting dog didn't miss.