Rated: R for blood/gore, extreme violence, dark themes, nudity, dark humor, suggestive themes, and foul language. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Hello. If your reading this, than I am indeed dead. So to the person reading this, I hope you aren't a slave to Jiroko. Although, if you work for Jiroko, I give you a special middle finger salute from my grave, wherever it may be. To my family, I wish you well. Well then, let us begin.
A loud slam echoes the corridors. The cries and screams of the anguished echoes through Kira's tormented mind. "Ugh, they brought in a fresh batch, poor guys." The sound of flesh ripping echoed out and the screaming abruptly stopped. Kira winces and cracks one eye open, surveying his dismal cell. He sits upright, stretching loudly while he gently rubs his curled horns to push the sleepy feeling out of them. Kira looks down at large metal collar wrapped around his neck and scowls. The young Shapeshifter hears a rattling sound and a sleepy growl. "Kira, what time is it?" The sleepy voice mumbles. Kira walks to the edge of his dismal cell and peers through the bars to look down the hall. The broken musty clock showed 4:51 am. "Ah, about ten till five. Shit, the Carnival is today, too." Kira groans, walking over to the sleeping figure before sitting down. Above him, on the ledge, the sleeping body of a thin, frail, tortured little girl is sleeping fitfully on the ledge, whimpering in eternal pain. The large, metal tube attached to the back of her neck that dived into her lower back was a testament to that. Kira looks down at the thin female, now sitting up and stretching. Kira eyes the numerous scars criss-crossing her back, as well as the now dull blue of her once brilliant sapphire blue scales. Her cerulean blue eyes listed lazily over her surroundings. "Kira, are you okay?" She asks, scratching at her collar, her sharp claws clanging off the hard metal. Kira sighs, a sorrowful hint in his voice. "The Carnival is today. I don't know how long I can continue this.....twisted lifestyle. I just do-" The alarm sounded at that time, a piercing wail that echoed off of the dismal cell walls. Kira, Dimitri, and everyone else In the cell wince at the sudden sharp noise. Dimitri stands up and start stretching. Footsteps are heard as the group in the cell stands up and faces the cell bars. A large soldier with short-cropped hair wearing a Jiroko crest on his breast stands in front of the cell, his M4A1 holstered at his side. Kira sighs. "Nightie night, freaks." The soldier sneers into the cell as he presses the button on his wrist. Kira can feel the charge building up in the back of his collar as a powerful jolt of electricity flows into his body, knocking him (and everyone else in the cell) unconscious. "Damn that shock sucks" was the last thought that passed through his mind before he fell to the cold, metal floor.
Kira soon wakes up in a white room. He looks around him and sees nine others also waking up. Kira surveys the room and starts stretching. Kira looks around at his newfound opponents. "Hmm, that one is going to be difficult. Tall, muscular, around 17 years old, and from the markings, possibly a Samoan Kijora. Well shit. Huh, she looks quite fierce, with those talons and all. He looks quite interesting. Are those gills on his wrists?"
Just then, one of the prisoners walk over to Kira. "Hey, no hard feelings when I kill ya, ok?" The inmate says while giving Kira a weak grin". Kira simply replies: "At least when you die you can be free from this hell". Just then, a loud grinding sound filled the room as the floor splits up and gyrates, a large machine coming out of the ground. The inmates (Kira included) all circled around the strange machine. A loud hissing sound fills the small room as numerous mechanical "arms" slide out of the machine. The tips of the arms end in a three digit "key". The arms extend and attach to everyone's collar. The "key" rotates and a small hissing sound is made as the collar unlatches. The heavy collar is pulled off and a smaller, white band is attached in its place. The machine's arms fold back into the machine as it disappears back underground, the floor closing behind it. The wall panels suddenly flip over, revealing an array of gleaming weaponry. He walks over and grabs a long, curved knife with a black hilt. He skillfully flips it shut and hooks it on the bandaging on his right ankle. Kira takes a moment to study his reflection on the mirrored wall. He sees a thin boy, about seven, looking back at him. He has dark grey skin and an almost anorexic frame. He has black hair with a gold stripe down the side, with a pair of smooth, curling black horns. He has a strange design on his left side, and a long, curling whip-like tail with a golden tip, approximately six feet long . His feet ended up in pure black, razor-sharp talons. Each toe-claw was an impressive 4 1/2 inches long, like long blades. The scales were a shiny black color, yet hard as steel. The scales started at the back of his knee and went all the way down, covering his feet. He held his hand out in front of him, studying the scales. The scales started off near his elbow and ran all the way down his arm. His hands were long and boney, ending in razor-sharp claws. The scales gave off a shiny glare, like obsidian glass. Kira flexed and the scales shot straight up, forming a deadly saw-like effect all down the side of his forearm. He relaxed and the scales slowly laid back down. The underside of his arms were a pale grey color. He was dressed in nothing but a few bandages. He grins, revealing pure white, razor-sharp teeth. His eyes were a brilliant golden color. He has numerous scars on his body, a large one across his neck (from Dimitri's scythe). Kira visibly flinches from the beat-down she gave him. The intercom turns on and starts beeping.
"Alright, you freaks of nature! You know the drill! You go out, you fight, you kill. Only ONE may live. You have 5 minutes to get ready. Give me some good entertainment. And remember: you run, the device around your neck detonates. In short, you go boom. You try to cheat, you go boom. You piss me off, I hand you over to the Research Department, understand!? And if you don't have one person standing within...oh let's say...fifteen minutes, you ALL go boom! And if you die, your lovely cell mates chained up here are sent off to the Research Department! So give us all a grand show!!" The intercom shuts off, leaving everyone in stunned silence, except for the far-off screams coming from the Research Department wing of the hell they're trapped in. The far off wall suddenly split open with a metallic hiss. The tall Kijora bumps into Kira, knocking the young shapeshifter over. "Your first, loser." The hulking Samoan sneered before turning around and walking through the metal door. Kira smiles darkly at the Kijora. "Oh we'll see."
Kira walks into the fake jungle, eyeing the numerous cameras, knowing all too well that his cell mates are chained up watching this. He grabs the camera and mouths "Ill be done soon" into it's lens. He then turns around and sprints into the synthetic forest, the many cameras eyeing his every move. Kira's powerful legs propel him through the forest at breakneck speeds, 'trees' whizzing past in a brown and green blur. Kira momentarily closes his eyes, and when he opens them his pupils are slitted. He sees a glowing heat signature amidst the cold blue. He jumps up and slams into his unfortunate victim, pinning him against the tree. Kira flips his blade open and drives it deep into his neck, before pulling sideways. The head fell with a sickening splat on the green-painted metal floor. The headless body fell next, painting the tree a crimson red as the body fell. Kira grimaced before turning and fleeing deeper into the woods. Kira feels the wind shift in time to see a monstrous spear flying towards him. He sidesteps, the edge grazing his side. Kira hears the spear impale itself into the metal tree behind him, slicing through the thick metal. Kira hears footsteps and spins his blade open. "Who's there!?" Kira snarls. A tall teenager steps out of the black shadows, hands in the air. He had messy green hair, one gold eye shining out. "Name?" The stranger called out. "Inmate # 32-A4, or Kira. You?" "Inmate # 537-B. Lets have a good fight, shall we?" Razelle then launched at Kira, his spear aimed at Kira. Kira ducks the blow and uppercuts Razelle hard. Razelle flips and lands in one of the trees. "Come on now, is that all you got?" Razelle taunts as he wipes his blood off the corner of his mouth. Kira runs and jumps, soaring over Razelle. Kira grabs him by the throat and slams him to the ground, twenty feet below. Kira lands on top of him and starts mercilessly beating him, before grabbing him and throwing him against the tree, blood spewing out of Razelles mouth. Kira raises his hand, claws outstretched. Razelle quickly ducks, the claws slicing huge gashes in the metal where he previously was. Razelle kicks away from him. Kira turns around, facing his now injured opponent. "Fine, you want to go!?" Razelle snarls. Kira sprints forward, his features emotionless. Kira punches at Razelle and flexes. Razelle dodges the punch, but hits Kira's saw-like scales. Kira's scales dig deep into Razelles face, tearing deep into his head, blood splattering the ground. Kira grunts and pulls hard, tearing half of Razelles head off, gunk flying everywhere. Razelle shudders once, and falls face-first with a splashing sound. Kira takes one last look at Razelles horribly mutilated face before walking off, picking pieces of Razelles flesh off his now bloodstained scales. "Good fight, indeed."
Kira walks into a flowery field, masticated bodies littering the fake field, the flowers now a stained crimson color. The bodies were simply tossed about, their faces unidentifiable. "Huh, their goes the rest of my opponents, but damn it's like a chophouse in here!!" Kira hears a clinking sound and looks up. The Samoan Kijora is standing there, clacking his enormous claws, blood dripping off its razor-sharp edges. His claws are like five metal scythes attached to his knuckles, but well over three feet long. The metal reaches all the way past his arm and forms a large metal spike at the elbows. The giants face was twisted into a demented grin, blood dripping off his large fangs. He points a large scythe-like claw at Kira. "Just you and me now, boy."
Kira eyes the madman warily, his eyes on those claws of his. "Come on, ya fuckin weakling! Entertain me!" He taunts, claws outstretched. "Shit, not good," Kira thinks to himself. "Wide open area, I'm already almost at my limit, opponent is also a Kijora... Shit." Without warning the Kijora sprints foward and attacks. "Shiit!!" Kira curses as he backflips and lands away from the deranged madman's claws. The ground he was previously standing on was sliced to pieces. Kira lands gracefully 10 feet away from him.
The crazed psychopath then started to laugh hysterically. "Your just a fucking pussy!" He sneers. Kira continues to look unfazed. "Heh, maybe when I'm done ill give your girlie a visit. Oh I'm sure she'll sing quite nicely when I'm done with her. Oh, what's that bitches' name? Dimit-" He couldn't finish his pleasant little speech because he currently had a metal fist lodged in his face. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Kira roars in a savage anger. The Kijora rockets backwards and slams into one of the trees at unimaginable speeds, blowing it to smithereens. "Don't you dare say her name, you pathetic fucking loser!" Kira snarls into the rather large impact area. He sees a large metal claw extend towards his face. Kira merely grabs the hand. The Kijora screamed in agony as Kira viciously tears his hand off, blood squirting all over Kira's arm. He simply drops the hand on the ground, still twitching. The Kijora grabs his bloody nub and falls to his knees screaming. Kira slowly raises his arm, the length of his forearm turning into a long blade.
"No,no,nonono, oh god please no!" The Kijora begs. "Too late. Die vermin." With that, he brings the blade down, slicing him in half, straight down the middle. The two halfs fall around Kira, the sound a sickening splash. "Game over, loser."
Kira's cellmates watch him as he tears his enemies apart, climaxing at the point where Kira slices the Kijora in half. Dimitri winces as the bulky guy fell to pieces before Kira's blade. "Way to go, brother. Way to go." She feels the charge building up and suddenly blacks out.
A wicked female in a black, decorated captains uniform watches the giant screen with sharp, lavender eyes. Her silvery hair was tied back, a long braid that ended in a light purple tip. Her sharp clawed hands fiddle with the controls, zooming in on the blur jumping from victim to victim, killing indiscriminately. "Mia, run a cross-reference with the Jirokian database. Tell me which freak is responsible for this.....massacre." Several seconds later, a slim female stands up, a thin mechanical device in her hands. "The subject is X1-09462 of cell block A-09. Subject is 7 years and 2 months old, born in 1992. He weighs is 58 pounds, blood type AC-00045. His specialty is Shapeshifting, ma'am. His dosage is 13,490 mg of Dixoproximine, mixed with a 1,000 mg dose of neocyanide to keep his cystular regeneration to a minimum. Also, his sister, X2-09462, oddly enough, is the polar opposite. She is a more aquatic type, complete with gills on her wrist, and a minimal control of aquatic substances. Also, her brother has a profound overprotective trait over her." Luafeia stayed silent, her eyes flashing from the glare of the highly advanced EX-LCD screen. With out looking, she murmurs "bring them to me. But separately." At that moment she turned around, a hideous smile creeping across her face, her skin looking sickly pale due to the fluorescent glow. "Bring the boy to me."
Dimitri wakes up later, rubbing the back of her neck. The others were coming to as well.
"Ow fuck, let go of me, asshole!!" Kira snarls as he is thrown into the cage. Kira feels the nasty shock and writhes in pain. Dimitri runs to his side and helps him up. "Fucker" Dimitri mutters under her breath as she helps him stand. Kira dusts himself up an smiles craftily at her, a shiny object in his hand. The key shined brilliantly in his bony fingers. "Oh my god....is that the cell key!?" Dimitri breathes out. Kira nods and laughs gaily. "Tonight....we leave this hell!!"
"Ah, fuck, I think it's broken" Kira mutters, rubbing his sore side and feeling his rib where it wasn't supposed to be. Dimitri walks over, and puts her hand on the afflicted injury. "Yeah, it's broken" she confirms, feeling the bone give way. Kira sighs, shaking his head as he grits his teeth in pain. "It doesn't matter" Kira muttered. "We leave today, once and for all!" A loud clang rings out, and the cell door slams open as several soldiers barge in. Kira is then grabbed by the neck and thrown against the bars. "You son of a fucking bitch" the head soldier sneered. "If you weren't needed I'd fucking skin you alive for stealing my key." "Fuck....you....." Kira muttered, weakly smiling as blood dribbled out of the corner of his mouth "b-brother..." Dimitri whimpered, horrified. "Ill be fine, sis. I'll see you soon" Kira promised. The soldier rears back his fist, and struck Kira across the jaw. Hard. After that, Kira's world went black. All he could hear were the distant screams of his sister.
The first thing Kira noticed when he woke up was the overwhelming pain. Looking down, he sees spiked chains wrapped around his body, diving down under the elaborate flooring. Looking up, he realized he was in High Captain Luafeia's office, based on the GIANT FUCKING PLAQUE over her GIANT FUCKING DESK. He heard the door open behind him and he, for the billionth time, wished his collar was off so he could melt through the damn chains. A tall lady in a black dress slips past, before sitting on the desk in front of him. "Subject X1-09462. Weight, fifty-eight pounds, hight, 4'4", blood type AC-00045." Kira stares at her boredly. "You know who I am. Whoop-de-fucking-doo." The slap that followed nearly broke him out of the metal chair. Kira continued to stare, but with a now quite visible bruise on his cheek, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. "What do you fucking want, bitch?" Kira snarled. Luafeia leans down, face to face, and smiles. "I want you to join us, prisoner. You join our special force team, and you are free. That means warm beds, good food, tv, all the comforts" she purred, counting the many benefits on her hand. Kira stayed silent, and Luafiea knew she had him hooked. "So, I get all that, just for joining you?" Luafiea nodded, smiling. "FUCK YOU" Kira snarled. Luafeia grinned nastily, pulling out a slim phone. "Bring the item" she spoke clearly into the reciver. Seconds later, the screams of his sister are heard!!! Kira strains against his chains as his sister is thrown into the room bodily. What came next was a nightmare. He had the torso of a human, the body of a lion, the tail of a snake, and a massive, lower mouth with millions of razor-teeth between its front legs. Luafeia grinned nastily as the monster held down his older sister, screaming in terror. "You join us, or my pet here uses your sister as a doll. Make your choice, slave." "FUCK YOU YOU GODDAMNED WHORE!!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!" Kira raged, pure hate filling him. The soldier grabbed his innocent sister by the neck and held her down, preparing to violate her. Dimitri bit his hand hard, blood flowing from the sharp teeth marks. "Fucking bitch!" The soldier roared, stomping on her. The audible crack was heard throughout the whole office. Luafeia goes deathly pale as she realized she just fucked up. BIG TIME.
Time stands still for Kira as he sees his dear sister, his world, his everything, get stomped...and stomped....aNd SToMpED....by...that......... motherfucker...."kill him" the voice whispered. "Kill him". Yes....kill...kill....KILL...KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!TEAR HIM TO MOTHERFUCKING PIECES AND SLIT HIS MOTHERFUCKING THROAT!!! Kira didn't even feel the white-hot chains tearing and searing his skin as he rips out of the iron chair and rushes at the bastard. Grabbing his neck, he slams him into the ground and starts to beat the bloody FUCK out of him. Luafeia jumps and flies out of the room, locking the door behind her. Kira rips off the leg that stomps on his sister, and throws him hard against the table, smashing it to pieces. Grabbing the white-hot chains, he lashes the metal chain around his neck, choking him. The smell of burning flesh wafts through the room as he screams, Kira cruelly tightening the metal noose. Suddenly he breaks free, and flies out of the window, screaming. Kira grabs the giant table and throws it hard, growling when it fall short and crashes into the forest. Kira solemnly walks over to his dead sister and closes her eyes. "G-goodbye....sis.." Kira choked out. Standing up, he wipes his eyes, and runs out the door. Turning the hall, he finds himself in a pure-white hallway, countless invisible eyes no doubt watching him. A soldier, looking out of breath, turns the corner out in front of Kira. Kira gets ready to sprint but then stops as a small metal object is thrown to him. Turning it over, he realizes its the key to his collar! Sliding it in, he grins as he feels the needles retract from his neck. The giant collar unlocks and falls in half around Kira, the bloody hose diving into his neck now suddenly yanked out. Kira falls to his knees as he feels a MASSIVE surge of energy, his repressed side coming back full force. Roaring, he stands up, his whole BODY becoming more...unrecognizable.... Kira was turning into a monster of nightmarish proportions. His arms, now lengthened, were tipped in large, cleaver-like blades. His face was distorted into an image of gleaming eyes and viciously sharp teeth. His legs were that of pure strength, feet like that of a raptors. His tail was now tipped in a scything blade, and much, much longer. He was a lethal killing machine, and was VERY pissed off. With a grunt, Kira roars past the soldier, the tip of his tail slicing his neck in a small, yet deep gash, not significant enough to kill, but enough to leave a scar and mark him. "I will find out who that was" he promised himself. Topping speeds of 70+ mph, he roared down the hallways with his curved machetes at the ready. Seeing the metal floor shift and split, he jumps, thirty feet across the razor-sharp nails lying hidden and keeps sprinting. Grabbing the first soldier, he impales him straight through, the brilliantly white hallway now splattered with the soldiers blood. Heaving the still alive soldier backwards, he jumps the gunfire, slamming the soldier onto the bed of nails with a crunch, and sprints ahead, using his now skewered body as a sled as he roars down the hallway. Lifting his arms, he slams them on the ground and jumps, sailing high above the unaware soldiers and using his tail like a horizontal guillotine, the bloody blade slicing the heads off of the crowd of soldiers, the bloody sprays lining the walls, and dripping from the ceiling. Kira was gone before the heads even hit the floor. With a flourish, he spreads the blades on his arms and races though the second crowd, using his tail to block the bullets. "Weaklings" he sneers as his blades slice though the nameless like a hot knife though butter. As he ran, the bloody trail followed him, trailing of off the blades and leaving a trail of red on the white floor. Coming to a halt in front of a heavily barricaded door, Kira sighs in anger, feeling the hate bubble up inside. Releasing it, he slams his blades into the door, carving deep into the solid metal. It was then Kira realized....he was fucking stuck. Roaring, he strains with the doors, but to no avail. He was stuck, his blades nearly three feet though the door. Focusing, he shrinks his blades, but then feels a curious sensation. He was....getting stronger. His eyes widen, watching the doors bend inward, and into his arms! With each second, he felt stronger and stronger. Finally, the doers were literally gone, his blades now MUCH bigger. He ABSORBED the doors! Lifting them with ease, he looks around at the soldiers, grinning at their shocked expression. He was in a cafeteria. Full of soldiers. And two, very heavy, very fucking deadly blades attached to a severely pissed off nonhuman shapeshifter. Shit was about to hit the fan.
The soldiers could not run fast enough to escape Kira's vengeful blades. The colossal weight of the weapons were causing severe damage to the place itself, entire columns falling and crashing on the running soldiers. When the smoke cleared, the bloody massacre that was left would make the hardest of soldiers cringe. Heads were split in half, bodies were crunched into messy stains on the wall, and the floor was more red than white, dripping off the concrete gray rubble that was under the white floor. Kira was a nightmare, covered horns to tail in blood. Falling to his knees, he shudders as a massive blob of metal tears out of his back, the mass he gained from the doors falling out in one heavy mass. Looking down, he sees the mass harden, and dissipate. Not questioning this new development, he turns tail (pun not intended) and runs out, jumping from pile of rubble to pile of rubble. Running out of the absolutely destroyed room, he sprints down the hall, and further into the hell. Opening the next door, an unbelievably foul stench permeates the air. Gasping, he sees THOUSANDS of cages, filled with pitiful nonhumans. So fraught.....so frail...so weak..... The young shapeshifter felt so desolate, many of the caged nothing more than rotting corpses. "I'll come back for you all, okay!? Just hang on a little bit longer!" With that, Kira sprints though the long room, the howls of the anguished echoing in his mind. Kicking open the door, he sprints down the hall, suddenly getting nervous from the quiet. Skidding to a stop, he turns around. Nothing's there. Sprinting ahead, Kira extends his blades, and widens them at the tip, now a bludgeoning weapon. Smashing into the giant door, he tears through, now in a completely different room. It was a single elevator, nothing else in the room. Jumping in, he hits the top floor button. "I will come back" he secretly promises himself.
"Ma'am, he's reached the top floor!" Mia exclaimed worriedly. "Good" the deranged captain cackled. "Send in the Prototype X-01. Now." Mia nodded, nervously hiring the 'deploy' button. The night was gonna get loud.
Kira skids to a halt, gasping at the sight around him. He was in a dirty warehouse, the elevator entrance cleverly hidden by a large pile of debris. The amazing thing was what he saw out of the door. It was the sky, the trees, the ground! He was outside! He escaped!! Running full-speed, he sprints to the door. Hearing a click, he rolls to the side just as a SOMETHING smashes into the ground. It was easily 25 feet tall, metal, and very menacing. The mech was astounding, a massive minigun blade for one hand, and a nasty looking grenade launcher for the other. It had the body of a mechanical spider, the abdomen plated in thick iron, it's eight legs in the same predicament. Suddenly, the head opened, and split in half, sliding into its neck, a young teenage boy face being revealed. Kira gasped, astounded, as the teen stalked forward, minigun spinning up. "Shit!" Kira exclaimed as he dodged the first round of minigun fire. "What are you doing!?" Kira yelled. "Whatever the fuck I want to now" he sneered. "I joined Jiroko, BROTHER." Bringing the blade down, the giant guillotine-like blade narrowly missed cutting Kira in half. Back stepping away, Kira look up at his brother in plea. "Please, brother...don't do this.." Kira begs. The demented brother grabbed him by the face, lifting Kira up. Pointing the grenade launcher at his chest, he fires, Kira flying far, back against the wall with a crunch. Falling to his knees, Kira looks up to see the minigun in his face, the barrel slowly starting to rotate. Kira closed his eyes, muttering a prayer. Just as the gun fired, he jumped, growling as the minigun fire tears across his shoulder. Jumping high, he brings his blade down on his brothers head. Kira closes his eyes, sighing and twisting the blade in time, hitting him with the flat of the blade. "Next time I won't show mercy, brother. Change your ways." With that he runs, out of the building, out of the hell, and into the arms of freedom.
"I...im...free..." Kira gasps. Looking back, the hated place was nowhere in sight. Looking over, he sees his arm was a bloody stump. "I-it's a small price to pay" Kira mutters to himself. "Hah, it doesn't matter if I die now...I'm free." With that, he leans against the tree, falling over, and passing out.
A lone human walks though the forest, armed with only a flashlight. His name is Zach Sparks, son of Sarah Sparks, CEO of the OpenArms hospital chain, and one of the richest women in the world. Zach stalks the forest, feet pounding the ground as he ran on his daily, er, nightly run. Feeling winded, he walks over and leans against a tree, breathing deeply to catch his breath. Looking up from the ground, his breath hitched and his heart stopped at the sight he was faced with. This creature had to be at least 9 feet long from tail to horns. It had majestic, velociraptor-like humanoid legs with large, sickle-like claws. The creature was very thin, it had to weigh less than 80 pounds. And it was hurt, badly. It's left arm was rendered into nothing but a bloody stump, a massive gash across its left side, and various bullet-holes. The most striking feature was the face. It was that of a humans! Black and gold hair matted its left side of the face, and it's teeth were razor-sharp. Zach hides behind a tree as it thrashes its tail, snapping a nearby sapling in half. Standing up, the creature wobbles out further. It's legs finally giving out, it crashes into the ground. Zach carefully walks over to the passed out creature and takes off his own shirt, wrapping it around the bloody stump of an arm and heaves the creature onto his shoulder. "Wow it's light" Zach thinks aloud, not knowing that he was shouldering the fate of the world on his back.
Sarah Sparks was currently swamped with work, deep within the comfort of her luxurious mansion as the storms outside battered and drenched the ground in torrents of rain. "Yeah, the preparations have been made. Goodbye." 'Ring!' "Hello? No, I'm sorry, shipments have not been moved yet. Goodbye. 'Ring!' "Hello? No, the fundraiser is over now. What? Fuck me!?! no, fuck YOU!" -slam- Sarah sparks smashes the phone down on the reciver, her anger getting the better of her. "Dammit" she mutters as she picks up the broken beyond recognition phone and tossing it into the trash, many other broken phones already filling it to the brim. Standing up, she walks out of her office, down the luxurious hallway, and into the elevator. Fingering the button, she feels the familiar vertigo as she plummets down. Hitting the forth floor, she walks out on the hallway, looking over in time to see her beloved son, tired and bloody, trudging across velvet carpet with a strange...something on his back. Zach stumbles and falls, the creature rolling off his back. Grabbing the railing, Sarah jumps (without thinking) all the way down to the first floor and runs to her son. The guardswoman at the door quietly hides a grin as she turns around, eyes to the front, just as a good guard should.
Kira wakes up, deliriously, to see himself tied to a very expensive looking bed, slips of silk tying him to the bedposts. The events of the day then hit him full force, knowing deep in his heart and soul that his dear sister, his Dimitri, was gone. "DIMITTRIIIII!!!!!" Kira screams, tears flowing freely as he laments the death of his sister. "DIMITRIIIIII!!!!!" "DIMITRIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!"
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