⌡¨ ROTTEN ✂ CREATURE. ¨⌠(ap.)

     Here he is kneeling before you. Perhaps THE WALRIDER has given you a test of your ambition. None other than you shall have your thirst quenched. Mr. Park will die with all his blood drained out beneath him. You will bear witness to it with pride, then. Squandering the opportunity to rectify Park’s wrongs would make you just as bad as him, after all! There is a reason you { and only you } were chosen to end him. 

     { Ah! But you must resist the urge to      do it all at once, Hausler! } 

     Now you will ask, ‘ Why should I? ’ and the answer really is so simple. Mr. Park is a nosy little fly and he’s been caught in the spider’s web. As the black widow approaches, no one will hear him scream. 

     “ So struck by GUILT you fall to your knees?      There will come a time for worship, and there      will come a time for penance. That is neither      here nor there, Mr. Park. ”

     { Yes! Yes wench, let’s watch the light of hope return to      your eyes. How spectacular it will be to bleed you dry! }

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     “ Got yourself into trouble, huh, boss? ” Greetings aren’t done with a smile, never are, but he’s acknowledging you with a look that could kill a man. Lucky for you, you aren’t one. You’re slow to respond, gathering your tray with back turned and disposition quiet, but as soon as you’re sitting in front of him again, you’re slathering your words in milk and honey. “ I’m surprised it happened at this time, when talks about it were going on long before then. They waited this long? And they still call themselves men? Or, called? ” Ah, there you go, you’ve got his attention now, hook, line, sinker.

     But when working a man like this, you must staunch the release in favor of building the stars behind his eyes. No fun letting them have what they want in the beginning. Future prospect of gratification says to work on the bullet wound, let him come to his own conclusions, and only then will you tickle his fancy with a more exciting truth. 

     “ You know the drill by now, boss. ” Absolute stillness beneath his fingers. Controlled movements, slow breathing, the world is thrown behind in a blur of colors and sounds. Buzzing, only thing remaining, tells time. The wound bleeds more after you’ve extracted the bullet, which was thankfully not difficult to find. Small calibre means a small hole, fewer stitches. Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself as you purposely use forceps too exaggerated for a wound like this.

     When you finish wrapping the arm with gauze and tape it down is the next time you open your mouth. “ That’ll be all, correct? Unless there’s some other wound you’ve been keeping secret from me, you naughty boy? Ah, I jest, I jest! Don’t give me that look, you know I’ve been holding it in this whole time. ”

     Smiling now, the finale comes. You pretend as though you have completely forgotten about the information you let slip, that is, until feigning a sudden strike of inspiration and turning around with quiet excitement burning in your gaze.

     “ It was SAMSON, by the way. Was in here      a few weeks ago, had a lot to say about the      way you handled his brother’s death at the      hands of the Alessi’s. Says you purposely      sent him in there knowing it was a trap.

        ‘Twas no kiss that brought new vitality to her weakened form, but life blood from what poor unfortunate guards managed to be in her vicinity when the Walrider so graciously orchestrated this chaos. Her skin was luminous, almost as if the divine light inside of her was struggling to escape, and her blackened eyes studied the other coldly. What was he to her, after all? Nothing but a corrupt snake who furthered her suffering.

Her heart raced with self-righteous fervor as she approached the psychiatrist, very nearly laughing aloud at his pitiful weapon. A scalpel. Did he not see how much stronger she had become? Angels did not die from pitiful toys. 

“Doktor Hausler,” her softly accented words beckoned. “I do think it high time that you learned your place.” Snow gestured to their crimson surroundings. “Murkoff’s project has grown too great to control, and now that I am free, I can think of no better goal than to tear apart that kingdom stone by stone.” 

She paused in her footsteps, chin jutting upward proudly. “I will only give you one warning. Stand aside or I will kill you along with the others.” 

Carmine stained her fingertips and her mouth, and painted haphazard lines across a once white uniform. She did not idly threaten. 

     LIMINAL AND BLEAK, FATED TO fading in and out of existence, to fluttering between the light and the dark and then stained by the emergency lights, she walks among the carrion a banded crow. Snow’s movements jitter like the static crackling above them. Perhaps a conversation between her and the engine. “ You will, will you? I thought we had something special. How hurtful of you. ”

     A glint off the silver held up to her pretty little neck casts a stream into her otherwise inky pupils, and there it is, there you see it, the VOID having taken residence in her body. The void of THE WALRIDER. Under the impression only Hope managed ascension, gradually lowering the weapon as though it has suddenly become a hefty weight, you resist the urge to fling the metal into her heart over and over as another incentive presents itself. The experiment has decided to experiment a little. A paper and pen would’ve done nicely here to complete the draft you created. With the end result recorded, you’d present the findings to your executives and maybe have them kiss your feet while you’re at it. The PROJECT, completed! That’s one out of all the miserable failures. Maybe she’s worth a damn after all. What do you see, his eyes follow her words as they pour from her mouth. What do you feel, what he thinks is an itch stems from her presence in his space. 

     And that is when your demeanor changes.

     “ My dear, though our start was abysmal,      I do believe we can make up for it, yes? ”