Our muses are destined to be a murderous team.
The two of them were never apart. How could they be? He was her most loyal guard, her knight in blood soaked armor, her paladin. Wherever she went, he went. And then they were apart, everyone knew the precise reason why—the times when they were apart were to be feared more so than anything else.
Brought together by fate—
Or the people who had created her and locked her up.
Fate sounded more r o m a n t i c though.
Little more than a little science experiment she had been created by human hands, enhanced to have abilities that could destroy lives—not kill, not quite, but she certainly did not have the moral capacity to mind killing. From the moment that she had opened her eyes she had been in a tube, suspended and bare for all their prying eyes to see, drifting in a state that was between life and death, never quite on one side or another.
On the other hand he had been captured, had been assessed from afar and chosen carefully from their roster of names—a disturbing list, really—and brainwashed. Injected with chemicals and tested on and made to do things that would ruin his moral compass, everything that he stood for, in the very same lab that she was created within—simply a room away.
There had been a miscalculation in her abilities, however. And once she gained enough consciousness to be aware of her surroundings, it was all too easy to break free from the prison that she had been kept in. To wreck their minds and break their hearts and shatter the things that made them who they, essentially, were.
No remorse was felt as she stood on her own two feet for the first time in her entire existence. Methodically she destroyed their technology in that room, every piece of her data that she could get her hands on. Others came, tried to restrain her, but her power crackled in her hands and made her temples pulse and it was all too easy to take care of them.
It was all too easy to free him.
Together they left, escaping out into the dawn once more, standing in the light of the sun and feeling its rays warm their skin before clouds covered it once more. And they never left each other’s sides after that. Always together, always traveling, always having the idea of revenge and hatred dead set in their minds as they moved. The lab she was created in and he was kept in was taken apart by the two of them, killed by his hand and destroyed by hers.
Others kept there followed them freely and as they moved, they followed. People gazed at them with trust and sincerity in their eyes, something that she never understood—would never understand because it was impossible for her to comprehend emotion. There was nothing beating in her chest, nothing helping the blood flow through her veins. She was not human like the rest of them.
Naminé, according to her files.
Created from the cells of the girl who acted as princess to that lab existed. A land that she would always despise, always hate, would never thank for her own creation. An abomination to mankind, something that was never supposed to exist no matter how much Riku told her otherwise—he really was kind, when he was not being a cold blooded killer.
None of that mattered though.
And she was all too happy to stain her hands in blood.
So long as he was besides her. They would take it all apart with their own two hands.
