Post by Redgrim on Jun 22, 2014 19:15:02 GMT -5
Anywhere. Anywhere. Just not that farm, never again. Miller was lucky to even escape that place in the condition he was. Physically, not mentally. He could be worse off, but only if he’d came out with a fatal injury. There was an emptiness in his gut, yet his brain was overpopulated. Raging headaches seemed like peace compared to the war going on in his mind. His sword had killed again, only this time far more. Margaret was merely a stepping stone to a full blown slaughter. She sought after death though, the others, he couldn’t even remember their faces. They all formed into one being that he ultimately demolished without an afterthought. Not until now, not until his thoughts were his own. Even back within familiar walls, Miller didn’t feel safe. He couldn’t. Foresta wasn’t safe. Where else could he go? Nowhere, nowhere was safe. His dorm room was his only salvation, yet it held so little comfort.
The monstrous being skulked through the halls, taking to each shadow he spotted. He didn’t know if they were still searching for him and whether they’d be looking even harder for him now that his body had sinned again. He stopped for no one, not even if a passerby halted to say hello. He found the Emerald dorm fairly quickly, he might have been gone for a long time but he still knew the ins and outs well.
‘We abandoned our mistress, we should have stayed behind, searched for her. We still need her.’
‘I won’t kill, not again. Not for her, not for me, not for them. Enough blood had been spilt by my hand and I can’t bear to see any more of it. The purpose of our escape was to get rid of that life, start a new one, forget old one. Forget pain, forget it all.’
‘She was new life, she gave us purpose. She gave us her touch, her affection. She cared about us, cared that we lived. She was purpose, she was for the sacrifices. She made us happy.’
‘She made us kill, she made us sin. She was no different from them, they made us… me to kill, and she used me just as they did. I will not submit to you, if we want continued survival you will listen to me. Monster we appear and monster they will proclaim if I kill.’ A mere sample of the thought process and chaos flooding his mind.
As the war waged on, he found the door number that symbolized him. Hopefully he could rest in the luxury of a bed. He only slept in one for a year of his life and he missed it quickly when locked up once more. His only free hand twisted the handle and pushed the door open only to see that he was already there or at least some form of him was there. Miller’s buggy eyes starred his double down as he slowly approached with his katana blade at the ready and pointing at the other him. His mind was like the a tornado had just sucked itself back into the sky, never to be seen again which only left the field it ransacked through in silence. His breathing became hectic. “What are you?!”
The copy of Miller appeared to be just as startled by the real one’s quick burst of action. He leaned his body as far away from the opposing Miller’s sword as possible and cocked his own arm blade at his side in the case that he would need it. “27r, your successor. I’ve come to retrieve you” the clone spoke cautiously. He gently nudged the sharp weapon away from his person as his eyes followed that of Miller’s.
They knew Miller’s location, there was no possible hope left. They weren’t going to stop, this clone of his wasn’t the beginning. It was too much to process in one sitting, especially with what was already swirling around in his head. Panic ensued, his teeth lightly chattered and his blade began an unsettling shutter. “No, I’m not going back. I’m never going back. They have you, so leave me alone.”
“No, I’m not perfect. My DNA is flawed, yours isn’t. For the sake of humanity and their continued survival, you have to return.”
“Humanity can protect itself, I don’t kill. I won’t do it ever again.”
“You don’t have to kill, they just need your DNA. You will have your freedom.”
“They speak nothing but lies, you’re the same. I won’t go back, leave me alone” Miller pleaded one last time as he began to back out of his doorway, his eyes locked onto his doppelganger pursuer.
The brows of his opposite began to furrow, his blood brother was no doubt unpleased by Miller’s insistence against his mission. “Why do you choose to waste your potential? You are humanity’s salvation to any and all threats! You’re turning your back on the very thing you were made to protect!”
“You protect it then!”
“I am not perfect, but I have purpose. You are my purpose, just as humanity’s survival is yours!”
Just as the two Miller lookalikes got acquainted with one another, Tem returned to Foresta in her Miller disguise once again. This time around she was certain he’d be there. She knew she spotted the boy during the farm fiasco, but within the chaos she couldn’t catch him. There was nowhere else for him to hide, nowhere else for him to go other than his dorm room back at the school. Finally, the Margaret case could find some closure and all she needed to do was catch him. It was no doubt easier said than done, he was a fairly large boy and a strong one at that. Luckily she didn’t have any flesh for him to cut through, otherwise she’d be a bit more fearful of the task.
As she roamed into the dorm lounge, she was quick to spot the boy slowly exiting his room. He wasn’t a tough person to find in a crowd that was for certain. “Well, that didn’t take long. Good” she spoke to herself before heading into a full on sprint to intercept the boy before he could react to her. Just as she made her approach though, she was a bit more aware of the situation at hand, however, she didn’t have the slightest of clues as to what was going on.
The three Millers stared at each other blankly, each of them holding just as much confusion as the last one. All at once they questioned “Wait! There’s two of you?!” Tem didn’t even wait for an answer. In the wake of their confusion, the sand golem deformed from her Miller appearance and swept the two of them up in her sand and forced them against a wall within the confines of his dorm room. Their bodies were plastered to the wall, the adhesive being Tem’s earth based figure. The bits of sand she had left over from the transaction reformed in front of them into Tem’s police form. Her face was stern and cold. She wasn’t happy with this development, but at least one of them had to be the real Miller.
Her gaze fell upon their two faces. Their faces had the same structure and features, but one was much grittier than the other and their lengths of hair were distinguishably different. Only on close examination though, from afar they were the same. Her best guess was the real one had the more rugged countenance since he was part of the duels at the farm, or that was the theory anyway. They were both struggling to escape, so she just hoped she could contain them until she could call for reinforcements. One of these guys was going to be hard enough, two was downright impossible unless she could knock them out first.
Before Tem could do anything of the sort though, one of the Millers began to struggle within his sandy restraints. The one that looked to be less shaggy began to toss himself around with a look of complete panic smeared across his face. “No, not here!” he spewed out of his mouth as he busted out of Tem’s sand. His feet impacted against the ground with the force of a rhino and as soon as he was able to run he zipped straight out of the room and began his escape down the hall. There was more than just his target, he couldn’t possibly avoid failure if he continued this losing pursuit. “Everybody move!”
The monstrous being skulked through the halls, taking to each shadow he spotted. He didn’t know if they were still searching for him and whether they’d be looking even harder for him now that his body had sinned again. He stopped for no one, not even if a passerby halted to say hello. He found the Emerald dorm fairly quickly, he might have been gone for a long time but he still knew the ins and outs well.
‘We abandoned our mistress, we should have stayed behind, searched for her. We still need her.’
‘I won’t kill, not again. Not for her, not for me, not for them. Enough blood had been spilt by my hand and I can’t bear to see any more of it. The purpose of our escape was to get rid of that life, start a new one, forget old one. Forget pain, forget it all.’
‘She was new life, she gave us purpose. She gave us her touch, her affection. She cared about us, cared that we lived. She was purpose, she was for the sacrifices. She made us happy.’
‘She made us kill, she made us sin. She was no different from them, they made us… me to kill, and she used me just as they did. I will not submit to you, if we want continued survival you will listen to me. Monster we appear and monster they will proclaim if I kill.’ A mere sample of the thought process and chaos flooding his mind.
As the war waged on, he found the door number that symbolized him. Hopefully he could rest in the luxury of a bed. He only slept in one for a year of his life and he missed it quickly when locked up once more. His only free hand twisted the handle and pushed the door open only to see that he was already there or at least some form of him was there. Miller’s buggy eyes starred his double down as he slowly approached with his katana blade at the ready and pointing at the other him. His mind was like the a tornado had just sucked itself back into the sky, never to be seen again which only left the field it ransacked through in silence. His breathing became hectic. “What are you?!”
The copy of Miller appeared to be just as startled by the real one’s quick burst of action. He leaned his body as far away from the opposing Miller’s sword as possible and cocked his own arm blade at his side in the case that he would need it. “27r, your successor. I’ve come to retrieve you” the clone spoke cautiously. He gently nudged the sharp weapon away from his person as his eyes followed that of Miller’s.
They knew Miller’s location, there was no possible hope left. They weren’t going to stop, this clone of his wasn’t the beginning. It was too much to process in one sitting, especially with what was already swirling around in his head. Panic ensued, his teeth lightly chattered and his blade began an unsettling shutter. “No, I’m not going back. I’m never going back. They have you, so leave me alone.”
“No, I’m not perfect. My DNA is flawed, yours isn’t. For the sake of humanity and their continued survival, you have to return.”
“Humanity can protect itself, I don’t kill. I won’t do it ever again.”
“You don’t have to kill, they just need your DNA. You will have your freedom.”
“They speak nothing but lies, you’re the same. I won’t go back, leave me alone” Miller pleaded one last time as he began to back out of his doorway, his eyes locked onto his doppelganger pursuer.
The brows of his opposite began to furrow, his blood brother was no doubt unpleased by Miller’s insistence against his mission. “Why do you choose to waste your potential? You are humanity’s salvation to any and all threats! You’re turning your back on the very thing you were made to protect!”
“You protect it then!”
“I am not perfect, but I have purpose. You are my purpose, just as humanity’s survival is yours!”
Just as the two Miller lookalikes got acquainted with one another, Tem returned to Foresta in her Miller disguise once again. This time around she was certain he’d be there. She knew she spotted the boy during the farm fiasco, but within the chaos she couldn’t catch him. There was nowhere else for him to hide, nowhere else for him to go other than his dorm room back at the school. Finally, the Margaret case could find some closure and all she needed to do was catch him. It was no doubt easier said than done, he was a fairly large boy and a strong one at that. Luckily she didn’t have any flesh for him to cut through, otherwise she’d be a bit more fearful of the task.
As she roamed into the dorm lounge, she was quick to spot the boy slowly exiting his room. He wasn’t a tough person to find in a crowd that was for certain. “Well, that didn’t take long. Good” she spoke to herself before heading into a full on sprint to intercept the boy before he could react to her. Just as she made her approach though, she was a bit more aware of the situation at hand, however, she didn’t have the slightest of clues as to what was going on.
The three Millers stared at each other blankly, each of them holding just as much confusion as the last one. All at once they questioned “Wait! There’s two of you?!” Tem didn’t even wait for an answer. In the wake of their confusion, the sand golem deformed from her Miller appearance and swept the two of them up in her sand and forced them against a wall within the confines of his dorm room. Their bodies were plastered to the wall, the adhesive being Tem’s earth based figure. The bits of sand she had left over from the transaction reformed in front of them into Tem’s police form. Her face was stern and cold. She wasn’t happy with this development, but at least one of them had to be the real Miller.
Her gaze fell upon their two faces. Their faces had the same structure and features, but one was much grittier than the other and their lengths of hair were distinguishably different. Only on close examination though, from afar they were the same. Her best guess was the real one had the more rugged countenance since he was part of the duels at the farm, or that was the theory anyway. They were both struggling to escape, so she just hoped she could contain them until she could call for reinforcements. One of these guys was going to be hard enough, two was downright impossible unless she could knock them out first.
Before Tem could do anything of the sort though, one of the Millers began to struggle within his sandy restraints. The one that looked to be less shaggy began to toss himself around with a look of complete panic smeared across his face. “No, not here!” he spewed out of his mouth as he busted out of Tem’s sand. His feet impacted against the ground with the force of a rhino and as soon as he was able to run he zipped straight out of the room and began his escape down the hall. There was more than just his target, he couldn’t possibly avoid failure if he continued this losing pursuit. “Everybody move!”