djtenku | [WRITING; MISC] Purge One

I've seriously neglected writing, Mouse, and most of all, Patrick. I've been trying to kickstart writing, but I just have this massive block... and I think Pat has gone somewhere. I mean, he pops up every now and then... it's my fault; I've neglected him too. Of course, I feel awful! :(

...anyway, I've had these three scenes floating in my head for quite a while, to the point where they impeded progress. I haven't really written anything either. Then again, this is a side effect of having a social life. (I know...) Which is why I called them a purge, write the stuff down that's been bothering me -- as is -- so I can top thinking about it. Since then, they haven't come up. Maybe because I typed them down right, or mostly right and didn't need to change it, or... something else.

This particular Purge was... it bothered me. I don't know if you noticed, but I like to maim people. It's almost a trait that I have in mind when I'm writing, but not actually to the point they're killed. Maybe like one person, but... I am probably thinking of Vincent (from Nightingale... you'll get this later on).

Let me say this much; it gets lampshaded in the third purge, and it turns out to be a huge game-breaking injury as time goes on. And you're probably gonna go, 'come the hell on, Tenku!' but at the same time, stranger things have happened. It's really a matter of sheer willpower on everyone's part really. Did I mention this is incredibly spoilerish? Like I spoiled myself. Anyway, here is the context, and the Purge behind the cut.

(context: Kento has accidentally discovered Orion’s office, in which the doctor attempts to make civilized conversation. As time passes, Kento becomes increasingly agitated with the man; Orion simply brushes him off because of the fact he doesn’t harm those smaller than him, or at least showing incredible restraint.)

“I see that you care for the both of them very much,” Orion said, pouring another cup of tea, “it’s a shame that one of them is going to die in about three minutes.” He saw the scars twitch into a scowl. “Maybe if you can get there in time, dear Rowan might live. I wouldn’t count on it though.”

“Where is he?”

He gestured to the open door. “On the left, there is a hallway. The windows are one way, so you can find him rather easily, but he can’t see you. If you manage to open the door, I’ll set him and your wife free. No tricks.” Orion signaled his hands were free, and smiled disarmingly.

Kento turned, ready. Until, he heard a small chuckle. Orion stood up.

“However, I’ll say this: you will die a slow, torturous death, but you will be reborn to serve me and me only. You have ninety seconds, in which the final five you shall watch him die before your very eyes. Good luck.”

* * * (…)

Rowan wretched the scapel free from the doctor’s hand and pressed it against his throat, and stared at each person in the room, daring them.

Deep down, he knew it was futile to struggle now; they’ll find a way to experiment on him anyway. But, if he were dead, he wouldn’t feel it at all. He closed his eyes, memories almost overwhelming him. Rowan didn’t forgive his father in the way he wanted to, or tell Maria that he loved her truly.

Shina probably thought low of him now that he failed to defend themselves from that monster; the ugly bruises purple and grey on his skin marked his defeat. He couldn't forgive himself for that alone, and with that Rowan was by himself.

He looked straight ahead, not bothering to react when someone from the corner of his eye flinched at a loud thump. He could've sworn that he heard his name called, a famiiar voice too. He ignored it; a trick to make him hesistate. I'll be damned if they take me alive.

* * *

Red painted the floor and part of the wall, and staining those that were close to him. The air in the hallway became thick with humidity, stifling him. He watched as his friend staggered before crashing into a heap on the floor, blood spilling from him still.

A primal howl emitted from his lips as he slammed his fist against the window. Deep cracks split from it, triggering a distant alarm, but he didn't care. Kento refused to believe it. The second blow wasn't as great, but he now felt unfamiliar pain through his arm. Water welled up in his eyes. How could he? How dare he?

Kento froze as reality snapped at him. He had to run. The lines of the hall disappeared as he looked for a way out, encountering more windows. Frantic footsteps and yells filled the air, drowning out the alarm.

He reached a dead end. "No," he said. Kento had enough time to turn before being shoved back to the wall. For a few scant moments, time stopped and muted everything. He stared at the crew of black suits; only one of them lowering a pistol and another approaching. Kento looked down and saw his hands were covered in blood, and a spot widening on his shirt.

He began to say something, but he couldn't breathe, or even feel his heart beat. Unbridled rage welled up within him, wanting to lash out. He grew tired and numb, and slid down the wall, streaks of crimson following him.