A red liquid, oozing from every pour. It didn't stop. A hole. Two holes. Darkness.
He was floating. Possibly, a dream? No. It couldn't be. He saw something. A women. Her hair was purple. As was her alluring eyes. She smirked.
A tomboy with dark hair, covering her right eye. She was...sad.
A boy with yellow hair. He was smiling.
A mask. It was blank, with two holes. The man screamed at him.
He didn't want to look at him. He looked up. It was a blue sky. Birds. His gaze lingered at the birds freedom.
A birdcage. In fear, he looked downwards.
There were more, but his vision blurred and he began to feel.
sudden light. Shadows. Numerous faces flashing.
something was changing in him.
..Suddenly..pain. Pain like no other.
He blinked. He heard voices. They spoke giberish. Well, he didn't know. It was possible, that he simply didn't understand the language they spoke.
He groaned in pain. His brain hurt. It was like something was rearranging inside his skull. Something..was moving.
Something was changing. Exactly what?
Suddenly, a field of flowers. Beautiful, white flowers.
Why exactly was he in a field of flowers?
Ah, right. Questions. The never ending questions.
He squirmed and shifted his head upwards. He blinked. It was awkward at first, but then he blinked some more.
The shadows moved some more, visibly shifting their eyes to him. They spoke some more gibberish. They came closer.
For a second, he, wanted to scream at them. In anger? In fear? As a warning?
The shadows formed into something familiar. Into..
foodfoodmeatmeatfoodmeatfoodfmeatoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodFOODmeatmeatmeatMEAT
The gibberish they were spouting became words..and words..became sentences.
''..you su...tht..Arima...killled....monster?''
But he couldn't contain himself.
some mush and red liquid. Screams.
and the hunger was gone. just like that.
He stumbled, trough the field of flowers. His ghoulish frame was unstable and shaky. He looked to his side.
He quickly moved his head away. Something about that number scared him.
He, stumbling and mumbling moved away from V14 as quickly as the weak him could.
Ah.. as the weak ''him''?
He stumbled outside, raindrops hitting his face. He looked up at the lone moon.
He looked down at his hands. They were red...no.
He himself was red. From head to toe.
He heard footsteps and voices.
In fear, he, as nimbly as he could, dodged into the shadows.
