#slutir

Falling from ceiling onto bed definitely wasn't a good way to arrive home, though his bed was big and soft, it's still hurt as hell while suffering these side effects. Slutir checked everything was fine and no hostile unit in his plot then entered from dormer, but he was too exhausted to land correctly. The agent whined and writhed in agony on bed, trying hard to repress his pain and weakness. Nothing could ease the feeling like he's burning, like thousands needle in his vein, like air pricking his skin. It's always hurt and painful like this, always. But he felt more painful then ever now. Why and how? He had experienced this more than hundred times, suffering and getting over it every time. Why did he feel so unbearable this time? What changed him? Was he weakened?

Slutir glanced at the little glass bottle with bracelet on bedside table, the one filled with sand of gold and ruby, the gift from his dearest little sister. She was the only reason he chose to live on, avenge for her and take Scarlet Slaughter Serum. All for her, little Catalina. From that time on, he gave up trying to be a moral person, abandoned the name she once called him, buried everything he once had and cherished with her death on mother planet. He feared nothing since he didn’t care anything else any more, so he could take the deadly experiment and throw himself in danger for the only thing mattered to him. Revenge. Revenge for they took the only thing he had and cared from him. He could give his life for this purpose without doubt, like thousands times he headed in danger.

He should be fearless, then what is this emotion gnawing him now? What are those rolling in his eyes?

“Uurrmm?” Bass whined in worry at Slutir, the big cat sensed his feeder was so ill and down, he didn’t know why but want to help, reaching his head to snuggle Slutir. But once the snowy pumera touched him, the Mordesh whined loudly and painfully, making the big cat wince and retreat while tilting ears backward in guilt. What happened? Bass stayed at bedside, whining softly and confusedly at his feeder.

“I-I am fine, Bass... Hnngh... haah... It’s n-not your fault...” He tried hard to smile as usual, but the scorching agony was still torturing him, every single move he made caused extreme pain over his body, making him weep. This never happened before, not like this, he should be fine and used to such pain.

Somehow, Slutir thought of Jenkki. Is this because something he’s used to have now not here? Is this because he changed after meeting Jenkki? Where is Jenkki? He knew Jenkki maybe have work today, or hanging out with friends in bar or pub or concert somewhere else. But now, though he didn’t want to admit, he’s weak and anxious, couldn’t stop thinking about where is his lover and eager to see him for some reasons... He had no idea why he’s afraid, or what he knew is what he fears.

Fear he would leave his love in accident, fear he forgets revenge, fear he gets used to peaceful life, fear he isn’t fearless...

Fear love makes him weak.

He didn’t know which was the right answer, or all of them were, he couldn’t think at the painful moment. All he could do was writhing and weeping on bed in agony, feeling every muscle and vein ache and burn.

“Jenkki... Jenkki... Where are you... Jenkki...” Calling the name his love owned in weak and helpless, low as whisper and beg. Now he’s not a merciless killer covered in scarlet...

"How dare you use Scarlet Slaughter Serum in front of me? That's a failed result of an insane project! I told you that is dangerous, we may lose you if we failed!" Ovid put the agent on chair and started removing his gear, absolutely not in a gentle way, but he didn't mean to because of racing with time.

"But we did i-- Hmmngh!" Winced and whined slightly, Slutir could feel the side effects start torturing him. Body overheat, extreme exhaustion and hypersensitive skin. Even the medic just took off his gloves, he could feel pain of his skin and muscles being pulled. It’s not the first time he experienced these side effects after using S.S.S, but still painful as first.

Wasted no time, Ovid quickly set the serum changing device up and pulled several tubes from it to attach to the ports on Slutir, let the device start working. “If we were late more five minutes, you might turn into Ravenous!” Apparently he’s still angry and anxious, observing if there were any other wounds or bruises on the agent’s body. “We were in danger, but still not worthy to use such thing!” How his Mending Probe healed them was as hard and heavy as his words.

“Huh... Never know those probes can heal so angrily... hehehehh...” Chuckled weakly and tried to stay as easy as possible while feeling himself scorch inside in pain. “I think it’s worthy... You know they found where our snipe team was, and sure they had plan to deal us. It’s an well organized and experienced team.” Feeling the machine toss his expired serum out and fill fresh one in, his words were heaving with his breath, nothing could make him feel better except the good result he got earlier. “Success means survival, and we did it, nothing would be more worthy than it.”

The light blue hair Mordesh’s pointy ears perked up as he heard the part about snipe team, Olav was there, though the report said the team was fine after getting attacked, he’s still worrying and anxious about it. “It doesn’t change the fact how dangerous the bloody serum is.” Frowned and stopped the probes, Ovid stared at the agent. He understood it, but it wouldn’t make anything better. “You are a wormcurse half Ravenous while activating it, deadly as death, and draw yourself down near devastation even deeper!” He would grab at Slutir’s shoulders and shake him if he didn’t know the agent had terrible side effects. “I don’t know who still produces such problematic serum for you, but once we’re done here, I will deactivate any device about it on you!”

Was about to say something, but before Slutir could speak, an agent of Black Hoods came in and reported that snipe team had been back in base, and some members of the team needed treatment. The agent soon left the  consulting room to help others, the noises outside could be heard.

“Vid, go to check Lav and others first.” Slutir smiled, lifted his arm to show tank’s being refilled pink Vitalus Serum. “Just changing serum, I won’t be dead because of this... Fall didn’t kill me, either did the Dominion, I’m fine here.”

“Nothing can kill you...” He frowned in anxiety and helplessness, tensing his grip at own coat. “You’re a bloody living weapon as far as you keep using Scarlet Slaughter Serum, only you can kill yourself...” The medic sighed but soon armed his attitude aggressively again. “You better stay here until I come back and deal you!” No time to wait for Slutir’s promise, Ovid rushed out of the room to check if his twin brother was fine.

They always found each other easily, the special link between the twins never faded. Before long, Ovid found Olav’s helping others. The long hair Mordesh was fine, except a large bandage at his cheek. Ovid soon checked his brother didn’t have any damage more serious than that, but just like him, Olav worried others more than himself.

“I’m fine, how’s Slutir? Did you change his serum in time?” Thought of how the pink Mordesh agent went red and sliced their enemies, Olav felt unease crawl along his spine.

“I did, but now he’s suffering side effects, it will at least last three hours.” Doing the final check at the limbs of his brother, Ovid’s words were still anxious. “Don’t know how painful it can be, but I’m sure he’s depressing himself.”

“Anything we can do for him?” And Ovid just shook his head as answer, Olav sighed heavily. “That was terrifying... to both sides.” He looked around, others now were getting healed by the medical crew, they lost less than expected. “But sure extraordinarily effective... His action did affect the Dominion team, or now everything may be worse.”

“I know, but still not worth it... I can’t imagine how we should do to take him down if he turned Ravenous.” He patted the shoulder of a nurse near them slightly, politely asked her to check if Slutir’s serum changing finished, he would be here healing others for a while longer.

“Actually I doubt if we could...” Olav knew they twins weren’t just scientists and alchemists, they had been trained to fight, and they did fight well. However, even when Slutir wasn’t in the scarlet mode, they still rarely defeated him. The experience of combat had a great gap between them, large enough that made him think the pink Mordesh is the one owns talent of killing.

The medic didn’t want to think further about how worse it would be if they failed, he knew the same thing his brother thought. But before he could have courage to consider it again, the news nurse brought back to him totally push those thoughts to death.

“Uh... Doctor? I couldn’t find the agent you said in the room, the process seemed done, but... no one is there now.”

“What?” Ovid almost could hear his serum start boiling... “SLUTIR!!”