a lost star &amp;star;

#lightofdestruction #don't mind me ; v ;

What had brought her to the so-called "box town"? Even she had no clue. But what she did know was that she had been lucky enough to, by a small margin, avoid the limit that denied future residents from living in apartments. And the result of the limit? This.

Eureka, hoping that she wasn't unwelcome company, approached the stranger, stopping at a certain distance.

"I wonder."

The green-haired female piped up from a few feet away, stepping closer as she joined the other in her questioning.

"I wasn't aware that there were this many people that existed, regardless..."

A slim finger brushed against her lips. Coming from a flying aircraft where she only came in contact with the same amount of people every day, it was no wonder she was clueless about other beings. Bright violet eyes glanced around, alight with curiosity. How would they even manage to live in such small forms of shelter?

broken memories-- [ open/intro ]

No one she recognized, nothing from her past life.

It was a lonesome feeling, but she was used to that.

But that day, walking down an empty boulevard, a small flicker of homesickness speared her stomach. Small in quantity, yet all of the intensity of the world was stored in that one attack. Hand in hand came an illusion that appeared just a few feet away down the barren street— Holland.

She saw Holland.

The one man that she had placed most, if not all of her trust in. There weren’t romantic feelings present, no, but he was the one she could truly depend on and wouldn’t betray her if it wasn’t for her sake, the one that she could run to and wouldn’t reject her. Everything he had done was for her.

And he stood right there, gaze locked on hers.

Without any trace of hesitation, the green-haired female broke out into a run, steps bringing her closer and closer to the male. Mind racing, one thought continuously clouding it. He’s here. He’s here, he’s here, he’s here. And only until she was a mere couple inches away from his figure did the hallucination dissipate into thin air.

He’s gone.

Feet skidding to a stop, impulsive tears streaked down her cheeks, hot and great in amount. She couldn’t help but cry; she had been so close, yet it had all been her vision playing cruel tricks on her. Wintry hands shielded her face, sobs rocking her form.

#i was too lazy to make a new one so i polished my old one whoop o/#ca open #no need to match lengthhhh

[ open - gourmet meals??? ]

[Perhaps confidence wasn’t the correct term for someone like him. More like…he felt as though he didn’t have to completely not trust himself to lose his temper. With a good lot of his powers taken away, he felt more in control of his raging temper, and definitely more in control of Satan’s power. Hell, he felt way less connected to Gehenna than he ever had, at least, before he knew he was a demon. The only time he’d lost it here was when he hadn’t eaten for days, and the bloodlust had gotten to him…

Still, even then, he’d been able to bring himself back to the surface.]

I guess you could say that. Still doesn’t make sense to me what they need all the information for—if ya ask me, they’re just toyin’ with us. They enjoy seein’ us scurry around like lunatics.

[That alone pissed him off. Who did they think they were, testing them without reason? Sure, they said that they were ‘infected’, but Rin had long since believed that. The only thing that was wrong with him was that he was much less powerful than before, and everyone else here seemed to be dealing with the same problem. Despite that, he knew that something was up—if Rin was anything, he was a good judge of character.

Nodding so as to agree with her, he tried to wash away the flaring of his anger towards the Director and the staff, closing his eyes with his teeth grit. His tail curled instinctively inward, a hand resting at his chin. His shoulder still had some pretty nasty ice burns on it, seeing as his regeneration was only working at half capacity—normally it would have taken perhaps a day or two for it to completely heal…but as of now, because of his low stamina and lack of protein, it was taking seemingly forever. The gash in his side was going to take some more time, too. He had to be thankful for what he had, however.]

Let’s just hope for the best. Can’t lose ourselves, ya know?

[The demon sighed.]

But s’nice to meet’ya too. Hopefully we can help each other out every once in a while, yeah? You really ought’a eat something if you haven’t eaten since the last treatment…

Now that was another point she'd taken into consideration. Immediately from the day she was brought and told that she had some sort of disease that they needed to take care of, she had her doubts. Nothing seemed to be wrong with her at the time... And now, too. Well, it clearly wasn't anything physical. And the treatments? They had made no sense, with nothing to gain, nothing truly beneficial for the patients themselves, undoubtedly knocking off the possibility that the staff was taking their "disease" seriously.

Was it true that the doctors had their share of laughs and amusement in seeing them all suffer for a reason unknown?

And another nod in agreement to his comment. "It's definitely a possibility, if not the full truth."

Fingers traveled to the hem of her dress, idly fingering it as she lost herself in thought for a moment. How was she planning to ever escape the dreadful atmosphere of the hospital if she had no way of even fighting back? Sure, it would have been impossible to bring a machine such as Nirvash with her, due to the size-- which certainly complicated things. She had no other powers...

Brought back down to earth, orbs focused back on Rin as he tossed out another commentary. For the second time of the day, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, feeling grateful that he'd be willing to help her out; she'd have someone to depend on, at least a little bit. And she, in return, was inclined to do the same. "Of course." But it quickly faded as a more sheepish look crossed her expression, a wintry bottom lip bitten by teeth. "I'm... not sure what to eat, actually. Preferably something that didn't include meat, for now..." As well as the fact that she had no clue what the cafeteria served, as she hadn't spent as much time in there during her stay.

#flaming-blue

[ open - gourmet meals??? ]

[Scoffing a laugh, the demon let his sharpened canines bare, tail swishing against the cold metal of the benches. It swept low against the ground, relaxed…he was obviously at ease in this place. So long as he had the Kurikara, even in it’s weakened form, he didn’t doubt his abilities—not as he had back where he came from, at least not now. This girl wasn’t a threat, why worry?]

Tch. Tell me about it. Though, no one’s really the same as anyone else, so I guess people like you an’ me—y’know, the “different” ones— have’ta get on by with life with what we have. Bein’ like everyone else isn’t anythin’ I’ve ever known, so I try not to compare myself to the…”norm”.

[Shrugging, he seemed pretty laid back about the topic. After a long while, he’d accepted who he was; when there were people who didn’t feel comfortable around him, he generally just sulked away or kept clear of them. Who wouldn’t be scared of the third son of Satan, after all? He was a monster. Something about that made his heart clench, but he kept his face stoic and chilled, still able to somewhat relate to her. There was something strange about her, after all…]

Y’know, I’m just really tryin’ to figure out why they’d want people like me in this hell-hole. Don’t they want results from…people that react normally? I really lost control last week, but thankfully no one got hurt…

[The thought kind of confused him. That wasn’t saying much.]

[His more serious outlook changed to a grin at her comment, flushing sheepishly and shaking his head. No, no, that wasn’t true! He was just a stubborn jackass, he wasn’t sure if that made his heart strong. He stared down at the forgotten food on the table.]

Well, I’m glad ya think so, but I don’t know about that… I think I’ll get by, but I’m sure everyone will! You too. Just seein’ that you made through last week means yer strong. [Nod.]

But—never told ya my name—call me Rin. Rin Okumura, that is.

The male was quite the lucky person to even be able to have at least a bit of confidence in his abilities, and his weapons as well. Eureka, on the other hand, had next to nothing, the only 'ability' preserved of hers being her capability to interact with the typeZERO Nirvash. Considering that all she had left of the Nirvash was a toy-sized version, it wouldn't exactly get her anywhere. Especially when she was supposed to be the pilot of the machine.

One thing was clear-- she'd never be able to defend herself like that.

She knew full well that she was 'different' from everyone else, per say, but it had never bothered her. Not in her situation. In her past, no one had bothered to treat her abnormally, from the time when she was in the SOF to when she started travelling with Holland. Well, there was still the fact that she had been crucial to a plan of the government's, to which she had been unaware of. So that didn't count, obviously.

She gave a small nod. He made an excellent point. She had no legitimate reason to bother continuing to linger on the fact that she was in a way apart from the rest of the crowd. Though, this was easy to follow through, as she had forgotten so long ago how truly distinctive she was from them all... A Coralian. Something not from this world.

"Maybe..." She paused for a moment, running over her comment once more in her mind. "Maybe they were looking for variation as well. What would happen if we were experimented on with the same test-- because it is possible we would come up with drastically different results."

It was true; she'd managed to pull through last week's treatment. But her sanity had been hanging by a single, thinning thread. And it hurt her inside to know that she was experiencing once more the cold, impassive, monstrous side of her that had taken her over at Del Cielo; absolutely no care towards the individuals that were doomed to meet their ends because of her.

Eureka wasn't sure if she'd be able to make it through another treatment like that.

"It was... hard, but I wish you the best of luck. I can only try my hardest to keep myself from slipping like that again." It had been completely her fault that she'd submitted to the creature lurking inside during the treatment.

A slight smile crossed her expression, brightening her complexion immensely. "Eureka. I'm Eureka. It's nice to meet you, Rin."

#flaming-blue

[ open - gourmet meals??? ]

[The boy scratched the back of his head, chuckling awkwardly.] You ought’ta eat somethin’, you know…? I got real close to gettin’ at someone, and I thought I’d be sick if I tried to eat anythin’ else, but I guess I feel…a lot more composed, if that makes any sense.

[His face dropped for a few moments, seemingly very serious… if anyone knew what feeling like a monster was like, it was Rin. Frowning, he tried not to think about it much, preferring to try and keep the conversation alive without dampening it with his own past experiences and sorrows. No, that would have been mighty rude of him! And Rin was a well-behaved young man.]

I know what it’s like though—-to feel out of control, like a monster. Comin’ from a kid like me, yer probably pretty good off. Les’ yer actually some kind of beast like me, I think it’s just the doctors messing with ya.

[The demon shrugged.]

All they want is results from us…s’all. They don’t give a damn what happens to us in the process.

[To be quite frank, no, he did not trust the director or any of the staff. Sure, they were giving them food now, but he was still on his toes. Even the whole “wishing” thing was kind of shady, something was bound to go wrong…it was only a matter of time before something terrible happened again. But it wasn’t as though he could prevent it, so he just had to be prepared—even with his powers at half-capacity, Rin was still a pretty tough kid. It’d be hard to best him on the battlefield, should everyone’s powers be at the same strength.]

Personally, I don’t think ya should dwell on it too long, y’hear?

[And an awkward attempt to be consoling. A+ stranger, Rin Okumura.]

#flaming-blue #SORRY FOR LATENESS FJDISJFESODG

It's not like it wouldn't hurt to at least attempt eating, right? Needs always came first.

Needs...

But then again, just the thought of it brought up a whole new round of unwanted memories; she'd fight to hold them back, but it took a good amount of energy in doing so, resulting in a sudden feeling of exhaustion... It no longer mattered. She needed something in her system, and this boy had helped her in the decision.

Eureka had a tougher time than most to recover from past events that had affected her to the core-- she still thought about how cruel and inhuman her actions were in Del Cielo. And it brought on tears, no less. "I'm not... like everyone else. And I'm well aware. Yet... that was probably why it had more of an effect, like it did to you, from what you're saying."

Results? What kinds of results were these doctors seeking? All they seemed to be doing was causing havoc and utter chaos with no truly beneficial goal or purpose... and clearly dismissing the consequences.

Nothing made sense.

She only wished the best for this new acquaintance, and hoped that he would be able to continue on with success through future treatments-- he seemed like a very uplifting and positive individual, and she refused to see him fall under the influence of the director's ill-intent. Observations brought out into the open, Eureka met his gaze with calm, violet eyes. "You have a very strong heart. You'll do well here, I can tell."

[ open - gourmet meals??? ]

[Still, it wasn’t like Rin had just up and forgotten about everything that was going down, no sir! He’d been really serious about the whole place for the entire time he’d been here. Besides, he knew that being grumpy and angry all the time in this place was not going to help him. Maybe he really was sick…but those doctors were sick, too. Why were they testing them like this?

Of course, these thoughts didn’t deter his mood.

It was only when another voice sounded near him that he looked up, swallowing and obviously trying to make himself look a little bit more presentable…what was that Yukio had said about being polite? Hahaha, oops.]

Hm…?

[Turning to meet the voice behind him, he was a bit surprised, at someone initiating conversation with him. Then again, it seemed to happen often in this cafeteria. Since he was in such a good mood, he smiled and laughed sheepishly, trying to seem as not awkward as possible. It seemed like it was his specialty to accidentally say the wrong thing in situations such as this.]

Sukiyaki. Haven’t had it before?

[Scratching the back of his head, he found himself at loss for what to say, looking albeit a bit clumsy, trying to speak like this. Flinching, he turned halfway back towards the table, resting his chin on his hand.]

Bet’cha came here since that weird treatment’s over, right?

Glad that’s over with.

[This was clearly the correct topic. However, the girl was right—Rin was a very animalistic person; had she found him a mere twenty four hours before, he would have growling and hissing at her from the get-go. Not much he could change about having demonic blood, though.]

Inquisitive eyes blinked, the one and only question appearing on her face, though reinforced by her voice. "No." It had a strangely alluring smell to it; maybe it was the intense hunger biting at her stomach again that was causing the temptation? Just because she hadn't had it before doesn't mean it didn't look delicious!

Eureka wasn't exactly one to keep her thoughts reserved, having barely, if at all, been taught the difference between right and wrong. It was hard for the girl to distinguish which thoughts were to be voiced and which one were better off placed away in her mind, what with how little experience she's had with it.

Leaning back, she paused before her lips parted in response. "I agree... It wasn't the best situation to be in. I was a monster..." Letting her words trail off, the memories were brought back to life-- blood, blood everywhere. On her tongue, her hands, the floor-- there was just no escape from the mess and chaos the treatment had caused.

As well as the fact that it had been burned into her mind, the horrendous images clouding her head whenever it was spoken about.

Fortunately, this all happened in a passing moment; only a mere trace of disgust lingered on her expression. Otherwise, it was the ever-smooth mask she normally wore.

#flaming-blue

[ open - gourmet meals??? ]

[So they made everyone cannibals and now they were just going to…give this to them?

He kind of had to be a little proud of himself—he kept himself in control that entire week. It was easy for him to get so excited over something so trivial… he hadn’t eaten anything other than bread and water in days. So there he is, sitting in the cafeteria, a heaping bowl of sukiyaki in front of him. Maybe he owed it to himself.]

Not to mention I have a wish, too…!

[It was going to take a lot to dampen his mood, honestly. Temporarily, he seemed pretty distracted from his current situation, but he wasn’t complaining. His tail wagged happily, not really minding that he was sitting alone for once—hey, this was the first time he’d been able to somewhat enjoy himself since he first got here.

But what to wish for…]

#oh jeez haven't made one open since the treatment :c #gotta get on that soon #and akito i will reply eventually i prOMISE #ooc

Eureka, it was safe to say, was not as fortunate as most in the past treatment. Her will had withered away as the monstrous power thundered through her limbs. It was a terrible feeling afterwards, knowing that she had bit through human flesh in her hunger, in a desperate attempt to quench the ever-growing need-- Though, she hadn't taken a life, on the plus side. Unfortunately, it was all that could be viewed in a positive light.

The word had spread that the cafeteria was now serving top-notch meals, replacing the plain bread and water that had been in stock for the span of the fifth treatment. The pilot wasn't particularly hungry-- and wouldn't be for a while. Just the memory of thick crimson staining her prey was enough to resist the temptation of food.

In turn, the past few days had not been as satisfying as they could have been.

Eventually, she gave in, not willing to let herself slowly waste away with mere starvation. Lithe footsteps had led the girl to the hospital's cafeteria, violet eyes peering around the room, observing the various clusters of patients.

But an individual in particular stood out from the rest-- elongated ears, the strangest tail, and when she caught sight of his teeth- sharpened canines. Some of his features resembled an animal very closely, but he had the physical appearance of a mere human... It puzzled her. And the plate before him, she had never seen before.

Curiosity led the way as she walked over to the male. Standing quietly behind him, she leaned forward, wide eyes on the bowl.

"What is that?"

#flaming-blue #hi -w-

willpower [Treatment #5]

Despite her appearance, this girl was strong. Roxas had his arms pinned downed with a tremendous amount of force. He regretted not running away into a Corridor of Darkness earlier. Now that his arms weren’t free he couldn’t summon one, let along run into one “Stop! G-Get off!” He yelled, and tried hitting the girl with the Keyblade by flicking his wrist. He landed a few hits, but the girl didn’t budge. She continued to stare at him maniacally. Struggling and kicking ended in a futile effort, and all that seemed to be left to do was to prepare himself to get eaten.

#you now have the option of escaping while she's released him~#the-boy-who-never-was

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Heart pounding against her ribcage in excitement, the glory and satisfaction of finally catching her prey washed over her in waves. The minor damage done by his keyblade did nothing to render the pride that the monster reveled in; another job well done.

Another feast to enjoy.

The blonde struggled in vain under her grip, her weight serving to anchor him down. No longer was there a means to escape.

She had him trapped, and he knew it.

Violet eyes gazing down at her hopeless victim, the fiend smiled sadistically, letting the male fully observe one last time whom he would be feeding, before diving down towards his exposed neck; gleaming teeth sinking into the skin and savagely tearing out a piece of flesh, the bright crimson streaming down her neck parallel to his.

More... more....

The display of blood only drove her to the edge of insanity, her craving skyrocketing. She needed more, or the demon would not be satisfied. Releasing her hold on his wrists, she tore at his top, clawing it through it like a madwoman, desperate for more, all the while bringing up more blood from the tears that made contact with skin.

Agony of the highest degree ; [ treatment #5 ]

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.

She could feel the monstrous power running through her veins, lying in wait to be used for the hunt. Though it wasn't going to be long before the hunger tore at her threads of patience, the two remained contemplating each other for a moment longer with eyes devoid of emotion.

Oh, but looks were deceiving.

A twisted smile bared her own sharpened teeth, waiting as the stranger closed the distance between them. Slowly lowering herself into a defensive stance, all the while waiting for just the right moment.

And right when the smaller female was a mere few inches away from making contact with Eureka, she dashed to the right, avoiding the blow the other was about to land-- for now.

It seemed that she had the upper hand in agility that moment, for she immediately pivoted on her heel and sprinted straight towards the blonde, immense strength packed behind her newly-formed fist as she aimed it at the center of her unprotected back, an inhuman snarl grotesquely imitating a war cry rising from her throat.

Just one hit and the hunting dog would be down.

#broken-spine

Agony of the highest degree ; [ treatment #5 ]

scarcrossedstray

Naoto didn’t budge from her spot initially, both heels remaining firmly cemented against the surface she’d sprung onto in order to situate herself at the best possible angle to fend off the threat.

Her own rampaging appetite for the taste of fresh meat upon her palette had taken second place to the attention she now paid to her own survival. Naoto wasn’t habitually aggressive but she’d have no qualms in bearing her fangs towards those who attacked her, parrying the assault and retaliating with even more ferocity.

Without a moment’s hesitation, when the enemy lunged for the base of her throat, she made a swift a horizontal dash, avoiding the immediate danger by just a hair. Assuming that the other girl had then continued forward after missing her target, Naoto would have then found herself located just beside her.

Maybe it was the last fleeting notions of humanity that still remained rooted deep in her subconscious, but at the moment when she’d raised her blade to the air ready to reign the steel down to plunge into the young woman, a twist of her palm had flipped her blade to the blunt side, instead having the dull metal crash into the other’s spine if it happened to hit as intended.

After horribly missing her target, she skidded to a halt, head turned just in time to see the hilt about to drive into her spine, left with no amount of time to escape the blow. It knocked her clear to the ground, body landing with a dull thud.

...--

Still... need to... need... hungry....

Eureka remained still for a few moments, gathering her energy to pull herself to her hands and knees. Before doing so, though, her hand shot out and took a hold of the female's ankle, using it as an anchor to pull herself towards-- digging her nails into skin to bring up beads of blood.

The monster refused to be beaten down with such a minor offset.

The crimson welling by her own doing sent her into a deeper frenzy, eyes wild with need. Now on her knees, hands grasping at anything-- clothes, limbs-- to deter the other just a bit longer, enough to make time to continue her desperate attempts at making the blue-haired female a meal. Her grip was like steel; once locked on, it was a stubborn fight to remove.

#x--marksthespot

willpower [Treatment #5]

The blue haired girl suddenly took off in a quick sprint, her face twisted with maniacal desire. The sweet smell from her wasn’t so strong, and for that Roxas was grateful. His appetite had towered, and if it were not for him having a strong mind he would’ve already went insane. Roxas raised his Keyblade instinctively and began to run. He could easily conjure up a Corridor of Darkness to disappear in to, but he felt that he should reserve it for a time more important. After all, he could only use his ability twice a day, and more patients could turn up at any moment. Spotting the another flight of stairs, Roxas worked to move faster, and glanced behind him. He nearly tripped over in surprise. He wasn’t exactly slow, but the girl was already just barely over an arm’s reach away from him. He lashed out with his weapon, hoping for it to connect and give him time to make his escape.

#the-boy-who-never-was #do as you please~

Eureka had managed to cut the distance between them quite a bit, almost like a cheetah. Quick, yet still graceful-- even through all of the frenzy and insanity. Eyes only focused on her one objective, just a touch away, he was so close--

Unfortunately, the blonde managed to land a blow on her arm as she reached out in an attempt to grab a hold of the male, hindering her as the space increased slightly once more. A yelp rose from her throat, but her attitude all the more fierce as she bolted from her spot after him, bruise already forgotten.

He had headed up the nearest flight of stairs; so as they continued the wild game of cat and mouse, she followed suit, rushing up two, three steps at a time to speed ahead.

His scent was the best as well as the strongest trail; if all else failed, she'd manage to find him anyway, with her luck. In her line of vision was a sudden flash of yellow that had turned a corner-- it was him. The green-haired female gained speed and raced across the linoleum floor towards the other as quickly as the bloodthirsty monster would take her, finally, finally able to clutch the collar of his top-- nearly tripping in the process-- and launch herself at him with all her might, knocking him to the floor.

as innocent as a child [ open! ]

bloody-fangs-blog

It would seem as though they had more in common with one another than the average person might think. He too was of a childlike and innocent mind state, despite the fact that almost everything he knew of life consisted of war and violence. It wasn’t until joining Kogasumaru that his life had become even remotely normal, with Agito fighting his battles so that he wouldn’t have to.

Akito wasn’t looking to earn the young woman’s trust, far from it. He was only doing this because…well…because he wanted to. After all, you didn’t really need a reason to help someone, did you? Even the most introverted of people needed a little aid sometimes. Maybe if every one of the patients was willing to reach out to one another, they could find a way out of here!

“Eureka? That’s a really cute name. And unique, kind of reminds me of my friend Simca.” That blue eye turned just in time to catch the ghost of a smile on her lips, his providing a much larger reflection at the unexpected expression. She seemed like the reserved type, so the fact that she was able to show at least that much made him happy.

“Do you want to stop by the flower garden, first? It’s not too far, and its really pretty!’

#sorry this is really lame ajfldsjfldsg #bloody-fangs

Back on the Gekko, they'd treated her like a normal person; yet it never really dawned on her that they were trying to make her truly feel 'normal'-- or at least, expose her to the feelings of daily interactions. Never had she felt some of the most typical emotions-- excitement, love, jealousy, nervousness, and so on.

“Eureka? That’s a really cute name. And unique, kind of reminds me of my friend Simca.”

Uncomfortable.

A sudden rush of pleasure threatened to color her cheeks, but she drove it away with discomfort. Though no trace of it contorted her expression, it disturbed her how much it really affected her. The feeling was completely foreign, not being able to recognize what exactly it was.

Meeting his gaze, she gave a confirming nod, another feeling pooling in the pit of her stomach. It made her almost... jumpy. Eager, to put a name to it. Something she was completely familiar with, having experienced it whenever she sat in the cockpit of the Nirvash, ready to lift. It put her at ease, knowing that the uneasiness had disappeared.

willpower [Treatment #5]

Roxas woke up from the forcefully induced slumber every single patient had to go through at the end of each treatment. Treatment #4 was now over and done with. Mingled with the stagnant scent of disinfectant, there was something else. That was what Roxas first noticed. As odd and alien as it was, the sweet smell made him oddly hungry. This was, perhaps, one of the implements necessary for the patients’ partake in the fifth treatment. Wondering what it could be, Roxas logged on to his computer, ready to receive the Director’s message. His eyes scanned along the unusual message about friendship and bonds, he finally arrived at the requirements for carrying out Treatment #5.

Partake in the flesh of others, digest them thoroughly and allow for their essence to mix and swirl with your own.

He stopped, taking his time to re-read the message. Partake in the flesh of others? Digest them thoroughly? Surely this had to be an absurd joke. Roxas didn’t understand how cannibalism could begin to help the patients of Bethlehem Royal, but then again he didn’t understand much about the world around him either. His knowledge on the subject of cannibalism was just as limited, but thinking about eating one another sickened him. As he began to read further, he realised that the Director was serious. She wanted the patients to eat each other, and had even somehow made them crave and long for the taste of flesh. He played the recording and read over the message again, trying to make sense of it. Without realising, his hand had crept upward and towards his mouth, with his jaw muscles working unbeknown to him, until a sharp pain issued from his fingers. ”Ow!” Roxas looked down, and realised that he had tried to eat his own hand. The only thing protecting his fingers against his teeth were his black gloves, and boy was he glad to have them on at the time. He stared at his hands wildly, the increasingly sweet smell stimulating his yearning. His mind began to race, his heart pounding. Was this scent going to chase him to his wit’s end, only to be quelled by eating the fellow patients? He didn’t want to do that. He refused to. He didn’t want to eat himself wither. This was going to be a hard battle against willpower. Flexing his fingers, he summoned his Keyblade, bright white sparks shimmering with it in its metallic state. Good thing the treatment was semi-restricted, or else he probably wouldn’t stand a chance against those with no qualms against consuming their peers. He had to get out of his room. Now. Who knows when one of his hungry room mates will return, and being trapped in a room with them was probably one of the worst ideas. He pressed his ear against the door, making sure no-one was outside before making a move. He nodded, tightened his grasp on the Keyblade and opened the door. Turning his head to the right, he saw no-one. So far so good. He stepped out, dashing quietly towards the stairs. Roxas continued his was down the stairs, rounding the corner. Bad move. A patient had seen him, the threatening growl of mania echoing towards him.

#the-boy-who-never-was #hi couldn't resist c8

Eureka had no conflict with the fact that everyone whom she came across was neither family nor friend; isolation had done its job in leaving no regret behind her actions.

In just a few days, the hospital itself had become chaotic, monsters dashing madly throughout the corridors, dying for a taste of the human flesh they so desired. Unfortunately, Eureka was among them, having submitted to the craving much too easily for it to be called a fight.

And so the hunt had begun.

The female sensed another being nearby, igniting the need to bite, to rip the very skin off of the hopeless victim. Suddenly, the scent had gotten ten times stronger, a sign of defiance, a resistance to the carnal hunger. A sharp pain shot through her stomach, the monster complaining.

She was starving.

A corner turned, and she met the eyes of another, just across the hall. A ferocious smile slipped onto her lips, eyes locked onto her newest target. He had seen her as well, and made a dash for it. Eureka immediately sprinted after him, untamed yearning leading her on.

She wasn't going to lose him to speed.

Agony of the highest degree ; [ treatment #5 ]

broken-spine-blog

She could smell it.

A moving target running along the halls. Something that she sink her teeth into and begin her feast of human flesh.

As others quickly hid and left a sweet aroma to fill the few that slowly—or quickly—became monsters, in hopes that they would be safe. Which only lead to be a horrible ending if the only things left roaming the halls of the hospital were nothing but unleashed beasts that didn’t care who they could get their hands onto.

The blond turned her head to see an unfamiliar face. If she was herself, she would quickly do whatever she could to calm the snarling girl down. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t Lily.

She was that monster she did her best to keep away.

Because even if she did know the girl, that wouldn’t stop the monster from literally grabbing hold and tearing her apart. Her mind lost, no sanity left to keep her from attacking and having the ideas of brutally tearing the girl apart piece by piece. And having a lovely feast right after.

The smell and taste of blood had reached her before. And the monster wanted more.

And with that childish, gruesome, smile, without a sound slipping past her lips.

The wild dog welcomed the lovely corrupted girl with open arms—

To a battle against a completely blinded hunting dog.

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

Agony of the highest degree ; [ treatment #5 ]

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Naoto had already decided that she would not fall victim to the wild dog inside her, savagely gnawing away at the last threads of her sanity as the irrational lust for flesh consumed her

No.

She would never subdue to the corruption, there had to be a way to divert this somehow. Canines cleaving through the delicate flesh of her bottom lip, the blade maiden scoured the hospital corridors. Eyes flickering from one direction to the other. It was only a matter of time before she’d bumped into someone, and would that someone be as adamant as she to not succumb to their hunger?

It was impossible to predict, but whatever came her way she’d be sure to cut it down. Naoto’s main point of focus now was to locate an area in which she’d be able to seclude herself. If she could just keep the self control she was desperately clinging to and at that same time eclipse her presence from the other patients - then maybe…

Feeling the comforting weight of the katana in her hand, one small solace to be received was that her blade had now returned to its original steel format. The fast tapping of footsteps against the laminated flooring forced her senses to jump to attention. What—? Hues narrowing, the woman latched her gaze onto an on coming sprinter. A matter of seconds, and the blade had already been ripped from its sheath and branded towards the other female.

“Stay back..”