Weapon took another water bottle from the bag and handed it to him, reaching back in to pull out a plastic bag full of different colored pills. “I’m helping you because I want to. It’s as simple as that. But if you want more, basically the city made me but only I decide what I do, and mostly I like to do the opposite of what the city does.” He opened the bag and popped a blue pill in his mouth, then he reached in and pulled out a green one and handed it to Seth. “A painkiller, It will help you sleep, let your body replenish. Take it later if you don’t want to sleep yet”. He shoved the pills back into his bag and laid back, putting his hands behind his head and resting it on the edge of the mattress. “How did you get out?”
Seth jumped back slamming his head against the headboard. He hated pills. They made him remember the labs. The doctors. He whimpered as he took the pill. He stared at it for a long time. Like he was tranced.
He didn’t want to take the pill so he set it aside. He didn’t want to piss Weapon off. He laid down a ways away and curled up. He felt afraid. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him. “I-I was scheduled f-for termination, a-and one of th-the drac’s broke m-me out. She t-took care of m-me, until we g-got separated.” He whimpered.
"Ooooohhhh a kind-hearted Draculoid, what a nice story. What exactly did they make you for again, I mean, Ghoul clone and all? And why did they decide to terminate you?"
Seth looked at him and wiped at his eyes. “She was a-a good woman. s-shes a killjoy n-now.”
"They m-made me for infiltration. I-I was basically b-bait for P-Party Poison and his gang. They th-thought if they c-could study my b-behavior they c-could predict F-Fun ghoul’s. but I didn’t t-turn out right. They s-said I was d-defective."
Weapon laughed softly, knowingly. “Deeeeefective. Yup, that’ll get you terminated in a heartbeat. Good thing my defective traits were enough to earn me my own way out. They made me toooo strong, tooo quick, tooooo cunning.” He laughed more, holding his stomach, eyes squinting in his glee. When he calmed he tilted his head back to look at the scared clone. “So they were going for exact copy and you just weren’t good enough huh? Talk about middle child syndrome hehehe…” He raised up to put an elbow on the mattress and get a better look at him. The white hair blue eyes part of the defect too?”