12-01-2016, 06:36 AM
Koal felt his gaze linger on Dawn's eyes, violet meeting eerie silver. In his mind, he weighed the possibility of her attacking him against her providing some form of first aid. Although she was in worse condition than he was, Koal was far from peak condition. He had several bullet holes in his chest and abdomen, as well as a fractured cheekbone. Standing up with a visible grimace, Koal slowly stalked over to where Dawn was currently sitting down, crouching down so that he could grasp the ropes that bound her hands. Shadows seeped out of his being, running across his alabaster skin like water, covering it in an ever-shifting black shell. He first removed her glove, tucking it into his belt, and slid a razor-sharp claw along the rough surface of the rope. It snapped with an audible noise. As Dawn began to draw her arms back, Koal quickly grabbed them and held them in place for a moment. His eyes flashed red.
"You try anything, and I WILL end you. Clear?"
"Crystal."
"Then go ahead and tend to yourself. You're worse off than I am."Koal retreated back to the opposite side of the fire, keeping a watchful eye on the Assassin. His eyes darted to her side, to where he now knew a burn scar resided, his own scars flaring up in recognition. Koal rubbed his chest, feeling the rough, patchwork art of his skin. His eyes faded back to violet, and unfocused as his mind wandered, fueled by memories and pain.
"You are our greatest accomplishment. The pinnacle of all that we could have hoped to achieve." Koal saw Faust walking in a circular pattern around the operation table, his voice triumphant and resonant, echoing throughout the young boys ears as he struggled to stay conscious. The Doctor stopped at a small metal tray, his glove-clad hands picking up a clear syringe, an amber liquid visible inside. Koal was familiar with with it. A stimulant to make him remain awake. So that he could continue with the next horror they had planned next.
"But I like to think myself a perfectionist. So we will continue as planned."
And All the prisoner could do was watch as a syringe was meticulously inserted into his right arm, the plunger slowly going down. After a moment, Koals world became sharper. Smells, colors, and feeling was intensified, and he became aware of the pain lancing up and down his body. His back arched as he bit back a scream. He recognized what was happening here: The Doctors were partial to calling it Shock Therapy. Koal felt his voice die as the pain continued to intensify, and his vision went dark.
Koal quickly snapped back to reality, his heart rate racing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Koal found himself on the stone floor; he looked at the cave entrance, the sky was darker. He sat up slowly, groaning as he felt pain radiate from his bullet wounds. Lifting his shirt, he saw white bandages covering them. He quickly sought out the assassin, and found her leaning against the wall of the cavern, regarding his with those steel-colored eyes. She nodded to him and reverted her gaze to the fire, which was still going. Regaining his breath Koal shakily stood and stretched his limbs, finding a small satisfactions in the cracks he felt in his joints. Casting a look back at Dawn, he threw a half-assed smirk over his shoulder, his eyes reflecting his inner turmoil.
"Everyone has their own demons, right?
"You try anything, and I WILL end you. Clear?"
"Crystal."
"Then go ahead and tend to yourself. You're worse off than I am."Koal retreated back to the opposite side of the fire, keeping a watchful eye on the Assassin. His eyes darted to her side, to where he now knew a burn scar resided, his own scars flaring up in recognition. Koal rubbed his chest, feeling the rough, patchwork art of his skin. His eyes faded back to violet, and unfocused as his mind wandered, fueled by memories and pain.
"You are our greatest accomplishment. The pinnacle of all that we could have hoped to achieve." Koal saw Faust walking in a circular pattern around the operation table, his voice triumphant and resonant, echoing throughout the young boys ears as he struggled to stay conscious. The Doctor stopped at a small metal tray, his glove-clad hands picking up a clear syringe, an amber liquid visible inside. Koal was familiar with with it. A stimulant to make him remain awake. So that he could continue with the next horror they had planned next.
"But I like to think myself a perfectionist. So we will continue as planned."
And All the prisoner could do was watch as a syringe was meticulously inserted into his right arm, the plunger slowly going down. After a moment, Koals world became sharper. Smells, colors, and feeling was intensified, and he became aware of the pain lancing up and down his body. His back arched as he bit back a scream. He recognized what was happening here: The Doctors were partial to calling it Shock Therapy. Koal felt his voice die as the pain continued to intensify, and his vision went dark.
Koal quickly snapped back to reality, his heart rate racing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Koal found himself on the stone floor; he looked at the cave entrance, the sky was darker. He sat up slowly, groaning as he felt pain radiate from his bullet wounds. Lifting his shirt, he saw white bandages covering them. He quickly sought out the assassin, and found her leaning against the wall of the cavern, regarding his with those steel-colored eyes. She nodded to him and reverted her gaze to the fire, which was still going. Regaining his breath Koal shakily stood and stretched his limbs, finding a small satisfactions in the cracks he felt in his joints. Casting a look back at Dawn, he threw a half-assed smirk over his shoulder, his eyes reflecting his inner turmoil.
"Everyone has their own demons, right?
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables