Four men laughed, drunken, shouting as they left the bar.
Please, stop.
He isn't responding well to this.
They stumbled, as they walked down the street, laughing, joking.
Please, stop.
Do you think I care?
One of the men stopped to take a piss, but the others pushed him over.
Why aren't you listening to me
Our responsibility isn't to this boy, it's to our mission!.
They gathered themselves, and continued on their way.
What are you doing!
But this isn't right!
Another step closer.
Don't do this!
Pff, right? Don't get moral on me. Science has no room for emotion!
Another step closer.
Please, no.
He might be permanently damaged mentally
Another step closer.
You're making a mistake!
Another step closer.
What if we can't control him?
Another step closer.
You're making the voices louder!
Oh don't worry dear.
The men stopped as they saw a homeless man shrieking on the ground.
STOP THE VOICES
A slash through the air.
YOU MADE THE VOICES LOUD
A chain of blood through the man's neck.
YOU MADE THE VOICES ANGRY
He injected the needle
Blood rushing from the homeless man, impaling the other men.
THEY'RE SO ANGRY
The fluids went into the body
STOP DOING THIS TO ME
He screamed
He screamed
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Don't worry dear. We can always control him.
The rats were having a feast from the corpses. Sometimes he liked to make them dance. When the voices were gone, that's when he felt most at peace. He didn't feel angry or scared. He felt content. He didn't even feel cold. The rats looked at him expectantly as they finished the first corpses.
They know
They know not to touch the food until their master had taken what he wanted. The blood on the walls and streets were unneeded, but from the body...that was still warm. He leaned over the man, and found the piercing cut he made through the body. So much blood. He slurped it in anticipation, savoring every drop. It wasn't so long ago that only his blood was what he wanted. He was growing...growing. His powers were getting stronger, and even expanding. He made rats and birds do tricks for him, but if he did, once he released them they'd scurry away, free from their spell.
hisssssss
He shuddered. He had been here for too long. He stumbled out of the alleyway.
I won't let the voices catch up to me. I WONT
He didn't know where he was walking.
All he wanted was to be somewhere where the voices just couldn't find him.
Please, stop.
He isn't responding well to this.
They stumbled, as they walked down the street, laughing, joking.
Please, stop.
Do you think I care?
One of the men stopped to take a piss, but the others pushed him over.
Why aren't you listening to me
Our responsibility isn't to this boy, it's to our mission!.
They gathered themselves, and continued on their way.
What are you doing!
But this isn't right!
Another step closer.
Don't do this!
Pff, right? Don't get moral on me. Science has no room for emotion!
Another step closer.
Please, no.
He might be permanently damaged mentally
Another step closer.
You're making a mistake!
Another step closer.
What if we can't control him?
Another step closer.
You're making the voices louder!
Oh don't worry dear.
The men stopped as they saw a homeless man shrieking on the ground.
STOP THE VOICES
A slash through the air.
YOU MADE THE VOICES LOUD
A chain of blood through the man's neck.
YOU MADE THE VOICES ANGRY
He injected the needle
Blood rushing from the homeless man, impaling the other men.
THEY'RE SO ANGRY
The fluids went into the body
STOP DOING THIS TO ME
He screamed
He screamed
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Don't worry dear. We can always control him.
The rats were having a feast from the corpses. Sometimes he liked to make them dance. When the voices were gone, that's when he felt most at peace. He didn't feel angry or scared. He felt content. He didn't even feel cold. The rats looked at him expectantly as they finished the first corpses.
They know
They know not to touch the food until their master had taken what he wanted. The blood on the walls and streets were unneeded, but from the body...that was still warm. He leaned over the man, and found the piercing cut he made through the body. So much blood. He slurped it in anticipation, savoring every drop. It wasn't so long ago that only his blood was what he wanted. He was growing...growing. His powers were getting stronger, and even expanding. He made rats and birds do tricks for him, but if he did, once he released them they'd scurry away, free from their spell.
hisssssss
He shuddered. He had been here for too long. He stumbled out of the alleyway.
I won't let the voices catch up to me. I WONT
He didn't know where he was walking.
All he wanted was to be somewhere where the voices just couldn't find him.
