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Posted: Sun, 15/05/2022 00:46 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 14/05/2022 06:47 (3 Years ago) |
   𝕬𝖟𝖗𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 » Nightmare (English cover) « 0:58 ─〇───── 2:50 ╔⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╗ "Oh, where has that little boy gone? Trampled over by the cruelness of the world, With no one to go to, He shook hands with the devil. ╚⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╝ Azrael couldn't make sense of anything that happened after that. While his eyes remained open, glaring an abnormal bright red, the pain had been too much for him to handle. It was worse than anything he'd ever felt before, and he almost seperated from reality for a second to try to numb the pain. His vision went black. He opened his eyes and found himself in the usual white room, though the walls were replaced with bars. He could still feel the throb in his head from the previous... experiment. He raised his hand to feel the slight bump from the stitches under the bandage on his forehead. As his vision slowly recovered, he silently looked at the two adults outside through the crack of the bars, looking over at monitors at weird graphs he couldn't make sense of. He heard someone groan besides him and turned. The other boy's long hair covered his face, it's tips dipped with an unusual gold color. He looked as confused as Azrael. The two were probably the same age, still 9 years old. "W-what's going on?" he asked, his voice hoarse, clutching his head at the pain. Azrael could only shrug and the two waited for their orders as usual. They were used to this. And they knew well one person wouldn't make it. Azrael felt a grip on his hand and lowered his eyes to see the other boy's hand gripping his in fear. Slowly the tears came to his eyes. One of them won't make it. He knew that. "I'm scared" the other boy sobbed as he waited in the silence for the doom that awaits the two kids. Azrael felt just as scared, wondering if tonight would finally be the day he was ripped away from this life. He found himself pulling the boy into a hug, a stray tear trickling down his own cheek. "It'll be alright," was all he could say before the switch was flicked. Who was that? Azrael felt a prick in his arm and the pain gradually dissappeared until he could open his eyes slowly again. He squinted at first until he could readjust to the surprisingly bright room. The first thing he was met with was blood. By the looks of it, everyone in the room had been killed, most likely by his own hands. He turned to the right and groaned as he was met with a worser face. It was that cursed woman again. "For god sake, would it kill you to leave me alone?" Azrael grumbled, wincing at the sharp pain that was still coursing through his head. He glanced at the computer screen, pitch black with broken glass shards. There it was, his oppurtunity to be free, grounded to dust. "Think you could've gotten away boy?" he hears from the broken earpiece, surprisingly still working through the damage. "Disobey me again and it'll be 10 times worse," he added. Azrael didn't answer and stood up, grabbing the bloody knives and phone, looking at the location given solemnly, he picked up the broken earpiece. "[omg] you," he hissed as he crushed it under his boots, rendering it completely useless and making his way back up to the stairs. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 13/05/2022 12:29 (3 Years ago) |
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𝕬𝖟𝖗𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 » Nightmare (English cover) « 0:58 ─〇───── 2:50 ╔⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╗ "Oh, where has that little boy gone? Trampled over by the cruelness of the world, With no one to go to, He shook hands with the devil. ╚⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╝ Andrea was suddenly met with a knife being thrown to the wall besides her, only narrowly missing her ear and nearly hitting Juliana if the snake wasn't fast enough to react to the flung weapon. The look on Azrael's face told her enough that he was already extremely pissed and he was really considering throwing the offer of alliance out of the window. "Let out another word out of that damn mouth of yours and I swear I’m going to slice your tongue off” he challenged. "I bet you're one of those sick people, labelling every twisted experiment you're doing and claim they're 'in the name of science' but all you really like is to watch living beings suffer," he continued, glancing at the ugly mutilated body behind her. Yes, he was a heartless murderer who wouldn’t care at all when told to kill, but he wasn’t a fan of suffering, which was why his blows were quick and, hopefully, painless. Not to mention the way she worded everything was as if he never put in the effort, and maybe his life and sanity, to reach his freedom. If breaking free from their grasp was that easy, Azrael would have done it ages ago. How many times had he tried to escape, coming up with so many plans to run away from the labs he had been locked up in or trying to stir a rebellion, getting caught every time and facing the painful consequences. They had tabs on him too, he knew it all too well. He already had trackers planted in scattered places in his body and one, which he heard from eavesdropping, in his brain. The chances of escaping or running away is almost impossible. While he probably knew Andrea could switch them off somehow, and was planning to ask nicely for her to do so, she was getting too much for him to handle. He pulled his knife out of the wall besides her without another word and made the last steps to the basement on his own, accidentally bumping into Aoi on the way, a little too forcefully. He looked up at the man, who clearly was one of the hospital members or something. "You don't need to know," he answered, his glaring crimson eyes almost daring Aoi to ask further about his business. "I have no interest of joining forces in the first place," he added as he made the last few steps to the basement on his own. His mind was set, there was no way he’s surviving with that woman, not one bit. Though, knowing her attitude so far, she'll probably just catch up to him later, probably with a syringe of poison to shoot up Azrael for what he did, maybe send that snake to kill him off. But he wouldn't mind finally having release from this hell. The static noises in his ear were starting to clear up and he could make out several words in between the buzzes, which meant the connection was probably fixed and would be back up soon. He'd better just finish off this task before that man starts rambling in his ear again. Finding the only door in the dark area, surprisingly terribly and scarcely guarded, and kicked it open, purposely this time, sending it crashing just besides the man, who frantically looked up from his computer. A quick scan of the face, however, told Azrael that this wasn't the person that he was looking for, making him let out a mental groan. "Hey, can you hear me clearly now?" the voice perked up in his ears, Azrael instantly cut into business. "Old man, if you're going to send me off again, I swear-" "No worries, my boy, we have plenty of time to play. This Purge will last for half the day after all. Wouldn't it be boring if he was such easy prey?" the man interrupted. Azrael heard him take a sip of whatever beverage he was having before he continued. "But that man you're seeing, he is one of his subordinates. My agents have lost track of him, maybe he could give us some clues?" The voice went silent and Azrael paced towards the man, who had continued to furiously type on the keyboard, and slammed his foot on the desk, almost cracking it with his strength. The man was suddenly met with a knife just inches away from their throat. "I'm tired of playing these games, so you better talk fast or you’ll be the next corpse on the list," he threatened. The man shook his head, breaking out in cold sweat. "I swear, I don't know where he is. We were only told to safeguard this chemical he had, nothing else," he shakily confessed, which resulted in a curious hum in his earpiece. Judging by the clothes, he was probably one of the doctors, with the usual white robe and, literally, a stethoscope hanging by the neck. With an angry sigh, Azrael was about to plunge the blade in when it was clear this man was totally useless. "Azrael" a foreign voice suddenly popped out. The boy looked to the computer screen to see the shadow of a person. Since it was too dark, he could only make out the shape and some facial features, but nothing else, but he knew this was the actual person he was looking for. He didn't bother asking him how he got his name. “What?” he asked irritatedly, the knife still just inches away from the man’s neck. “Put the knife down and we can talk this through,” said the voice from the laptop. “I’ve been hearing too many people talk today and I’m starting to feel sick, so no thanks-” “I can give you freedom,” the man blatantly stated, freezing Azrael’s movement, his hand slowly lowering the knife as he moved all of his attention to the man on the other side of the glass monitor. Just one simple word that was enough to almost hypnotize the boy. If the one talking wasn’t that woman, that is. “Azrael, you know you have no chance-“ the boss started before the sentence was cut with a sharp zap in his ear. Azrael threw off the small device to the ground, watching small lines of electricity flying off the tiny broken earpiece. “Now with that out of the way, we can finally have some privacy,” the anonymous figure sighed. “You see, the one who had cut the communication between you and the man over you was me, and I can deactivate all those pesky chips inside of you too. That’ll give you complete freedom from that man. You’d like that, right?” he pressed. Azrael started suspecting something. Surely, the price for liberty must be high, just as the first one was, and he was tired of being manipulated. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, the nonsense that woman was spurting previously was actually true, he was exhausted. “Let me guess, you’re going to switch the roles and make me hunt down that guy instead?” Azrael said, still wary with this new person. “No, that would just be pointless and almost childish. I will allow you to roam free, with just a simple task,” he answered. “I’m not sure whether or not you know the actual reason you were sent to kill me, but I’ll say it anyway. What your boss is looking for is not revenge on a past business. He’s looking for something else,” he started. “The story began way before the city started to thrive, when the land was constantly in war over food and resources. Killings happened everywhere and 10 to 20 deaths a day wasn’t unusual. As the population grew, so did the chaos, and the government was not able to suppress all of this. To overcome this, they devised a plan, and this was how the first Purge began. The aim they had in mind was to cut down the number of people to result in some form of stability, but the plan didn’t work out so well. Not everyone was a bloody murderer who just craved for bloodshed, so the huge number didn’t even seem to reduce. Until, some sickos decided to create some sort of illness. One that strips a person any feeling of empathy and dwindles away at their sanity until they become nothing more but bloodthirsty monsters. An airborne virus that also spreads easily through blood, with early symptoms that are hard to diagnose. They released the plague through this very hospital, giving almost every patient the illness, as well as those staying in mental asylums. Just before the day of the Purge that year, people were killed everywhere as the sick ran wild, pouncing on every living being on sight and cutting more than half of the population. Those who survive are left infected to continue the gruesome cycle, and all went well according to the government’s plan, until they got too close for comfort and started killing off the important and wealthy people. With all the hate they’d obviously received, they annihilated anyone who they suspected had the virus and, a few years later, the illness was never recorded again and people had started forgetting about it,” he talked on and on. Azrael rubbed his eyes from feeling sleepy over the boring tale. “So, what about it?” he yawned as he slumped on the chair, the doctor stood surprisingly still instead of making a run for the stairs, or maybe he was instructed to do so, Azrael didn’t know. “You know what the city is like right now, don’t you? We’re back to where we were before, poverty problems are rising, people are fighting over the very little assets we have left, deaths and chaos happening in every waking hour. While people nowadays are starting to become more… violent, a mere few thousand lives taken is not enough. Which is why the government is actually thinking of bringing the illness back,” the man admitted grimly. “However, our team has been studying the very last sample of the virus for years and we finally managed to produce some sort of cure, a vaccine that gives a person immunity to the virus, and the government didn’t like that one bit. Our efforts to mass produce and distribute it… didn’t end well and the labs where the vaccines were created were all destroyed by their men. Though, we managed to save a vial of it, our last hope to this problem, but our forces are dwindling and it may not be enough to enact the plan I had in mind. The threats are increasing too and they’re working with the organizations of the underworld to hire more dangerous killers after us. But the tables will turn if you decide to side with us,” the man on screen continued to speak, starting to shift into a subtle pleading tone. “We could really use your strength and healing for this mission. I am sorry to say that I might be taking advantage of you just like your superior, but you get to choose to helps the government literally wipe out half the human population or fight for the cure,” the man finally ended, met with a long silence as Azrael pondered over the offer. “What if I don’t accept it?” Azrael asked, he saw the figure on the screen shrug. “Then I won’t force you, but sadly I’ll have to send one of my men to kill you off since you’d be a huge threat. Though, I hope we don’t have to resort to that, you have a lot left to live for,” he answered. “You haven’t told me what this ‘mission’ is though.” “You know well that they have their eyes and ears on you, they might be hearing us as we speak. I won’t risk letting them know too much detail on the plan until I can deactivate all the trackers,” the man explained. “Okay, what if I want you to deactivate them but not give me that damn task of yours,” Azrael questioned. The mission sounds unbelievably dangerous and he might as well go with his actual killing job if he had to choose one. The man nodded. “I understand if you’d want that, and we can do it for you if you want,” the man confided. “While it won’t get us going anywhere yet, it’ll be one concern out of the list.” Azrael’s eyes literally shone bright red. He might be getting his hopes too high, but he had yearned It for so long he couldn’t suppress the sudden warm feeling bubbling in his chest. "If you're joking I might literally kill you through the screen" "Do not worry, you have my word. Dr. David here can start on the procedure right now if you'd like," the man reassured. Azrael was about to answer- Before he was met with a blinding headache. The pain was so excruciating that he collapsed, biting on his tongue to suppress a pained scream. His body shook as he felt sharp currents rush through him and his vision blurred. The doctor looked panicked again and he could hear the man sending out orders as the he scrambled around the room to find something. He could hear him calling for more people through the ring in his ears and the torture abruptly stopped when Azrael’s body went limp, leaning against one of the shelves in the room. One of his arms raised off the floor. But Azrael never thought of lifting it. He watched as body moved on his own, taking out a knife inside his pocket and throwing it straight at the doctor’s arm, earning a scream of agony. Azrael wanted to cover his ears to muffle away the cries but he couldn’t coordinate his movements properly. “Restrain him! He’s out of control!” came the order from the end of the room, where a few more people started rushing in. The boy’s mouth suddenly opened to speak, a monotone voice that sounded almost robotic, his sentences were forced out. “Wrong choice,” he said. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 12/05/2022 09:04 (3 Years ago) |
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𝕬𝖟𝖗𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 » Nightmare (English cover) « 0:58 ─〇───── 2:50 ╔⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╗ "Oh, where has that little boy gone? Trampled over by the cruelness of the world, With no one to go to, He shook hands with the devil. ╚⊶⊶⊶⊶⊶✞⊷⊷⊷⊷⊷╝ Azrael tried to block out the ramblings the woman behind him, almost purposely stomping the ground harder as he went further down the steps to drown out the noise of her words. "If I'm going to be forced to make an alliance with a person who rambles all day long, I'd rather cut off my ears. Would you shut-" he started but it was interrupted by the sounds of the ringing bell tower followed by the loud explosions and the tremor of the ground below they're feet. The hospital remained sturdy, but it began to shake with every blast that happened outside, the sound of shattering glass ringing everywhere from the force of the flying debris. He could hear the faint screams of the people outside and already the stench of blood and smoke was worsening. There was no doubt. The shots were let off, and the Purge has begun. "Good luck, boy. Y̴̛̛̯͋̊̿͊̚o̴̖͉̤̠̓̐͛̈́̂̏̾̚ù̵̫͍̗̱̼̅ͅ'̷̨̞͉̩̼̯̊͌̄̌l̶̹̆̈́̓̽͋̉̽͌̋͘l̶̤̺͈̩̺͚̔̃̀̈͊͒̅͛͜ ̴̨̙̘̥͈̫͉̲̻̤̒̌̈́̆́̑͝n̶̪̘͇͐̍͆̂ẹ̴̡̦̳̐̔̀̈́͊͂ë̶̡̖̣̱́̀̕d̸̟͍̪̱͓̺̮̘̱̐̚ ̷͈̰̹̳̯̗̗̫͉͌̆͌̄͒͗̕ͅį̵̬̣̳̫͖̃͊̅̋t̷̛̗̺͇̔̌̂̅̌̎͠," the earpiece said, the words seemingly came out broken towards the end. Suddenly, the boss's words were cut and he was greeted with an unusual silence. Taking the small piece out, the blinking green light earlier had turned red, implying that the connection was cut. A sudden thought almost excited him. Would that mean he was free from the man's grasp? Before he could process what just happened, however, the sudden sound of running boots from every direction overwhelmed him and the two were met with men in black suits, aiming the guns at them. He was stunned in place. If he moved an inch, these men wouldn't think twice to shoot. They're fingers hovered over the trigger, surrounding the pair in the center of the staircase. All the gaps had been guarded and there was no way to escape. Suddenly, a feeling of panic swelled in his chest. He couldn't move. His brain was already thinking this was the end. As he waited for the trigger to be pulled, a faint image played in his head. His room, surrounded by silver machines, pointing the barrel of the guns at him, a boy panting and crying in pain on the ground. He had familiar looking black hair and the same glow of the red eyes. He felt the panic, the fear and the anxiety as the robots drew closer and he felt the sharp pierces in his skin, blood slowly trickling out with every shot and an unbearable pain spread throughout his entire body before disappearing as soon as it came. He was trapped, he didn't know what to do. "Azrael! Azrael" He turned to his right to see another boy, his white hair covering the warm yellow eyes, darkened with worry. His face was also showing how much pain he was going through, having taken the same number of hits as he did. Though, through the suffering he was going through, a smile radiated on his face as fended off the needles shot at them. "We'll get through this," was the last thing he heard, the voice wavering and fading before it vanished out of his head. He couldn't recall anything else. He didn't know who the boy was, he didn't know why they were friends. He had no memory of having anyone on his cell but himself. All that followed was the random splotches of blood. But a raging anger lit inside of him, so wild that he confused himself with the burning hatred in his heart. The minute Azrael's eyes looked up from the ground, he didn't see the humans by what they really are. His eyes had created some sort of illusion of the robots that once surrounded him in his room, shooting him until he'd eventually get up and be strong enough to fend them all off. And just in the blink of an eye, the room was filled with gunshots, the sound echoing through the hallways followed by the screams. One by one, they dropped dead, slumped onto the ground. And standing above the bodies was Azrael, clutching an injury from getting shot in the abdomen. The wound didn't heal as quickly as the others, the mending process itself was painful and he let out a hiss of pain as he forced his legs to stand up. The adrenaline pumping through him just seconds ago seems to vanish as the mysterious throb left his chest and he was left confused over what he just experienced. He looked back at Andrea, who seemingly didn't take any hits and stood perfectly fine while he had probably been shot at several places, acting like her shield. he groaned as he fought his way to get down the stairs. "Come on, we got to keep going. And keep that mouth shut," he warned angrily as they continued their way down the spiraling flight of stairs. [BACK AT HQ] "Boss! The connection has been cut!" the man announced, hurriedly entering the room where the boss sat on the luxurious sofa, drinking the red liquid from the wine glass. "Well, what can you do about it," he asked. Though he seems calm, a cold air lingered around his words. "Get me back with the boy as soon as you can. God knows what he does if we let him go like that," he added before he continued looking out at the city, half of it crumbled into rubble with the bodies of the victims lying around. The other man let out with a low scoff. "You shouldn't have let him go in the first place," he heard the man mumble. The man was met with a knife on the pillar besides him, just inches away from his ear. "Why don't you say that right at my face?" the boss challenged, sending the man scrambling away in panic with a string of apologies. The assistant standing off at the far corner of the room looked at the boss warily, the smile on his face was not anywhere near comforting. "Do you think I made the wrong choice?" "N-No sir," he answered shakily as the man stood up from rest and began to circle around the room. "I do think he is the best for this job, knowing the man we're facing with," the boss said, almost twirling the glass with his fingers. "In addition to the current strength and healing boosts he has now. The training will surely do lots too," he added. "B-But his memories were erased right?" the other man asked, trying to confirm what he was hearing about the boy they sent out. He was their first successful subject and the boss was very pleased with how he turned out, despite the expenses he had done to get him that far. "Not quite, while he can still see them, he wouldn't be able to make any sense of it," he corrected, taking another sip from the glass. The assistant was confused. "How does this help him in any way?" he inquired. "You see, though the mind forgets, his heart remembers the pain. The pain of losing someone he built such a bond with," he explained. "And that anger is what will push him beyond the limits we currently know..." "But anyways, let them handle the issue. The Purge has begun, let us enjoy the show," he said with a chuckle as he looked out the window at the destruction that unfolded in the city. "Speaking of which. That boy is in for a surprise once he gets down there. He might start getting mad at me," he suddenly added with a laugh. [Read more] |
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