I awoke on a bed restrained door my arms and feet. I could easily get out of this. All I had to do was transform myself.
"If you're thinking of transforming yourself, don't do it," spoke a doctor wearing a damp mask. "We'd all like to be alive at the end of this. Besides, do u know what atomic fission is?"
Gatage couldn't reach for his pistols. That alone was terrifying for him. Now, he couldn't defend himself properly. On top, boven of this, a noose was tied around his neck, and a trap door was placed under him.
"This time, I will make sure you're dead," spoke a man not far in front of Gatage. "I'm certain u don't think the same way. That's what made u great. However, now it kills you. Make it out alive, Wilhelm."
Who was this man to Gatage? Did he know him? Was he supposed to know him?
The room was black. That was all Menae could tell. The cusioned walls made her think that she was in an asylum cell. But all she could see was pitch darkness. It drove her crazy. It mad her go mad. Not knowing where she was. She now hated the concept of teleportation even more. Where was everything? Was she dead? If she killed herself now, she would be able to see if she was of wasn't alive. But... could that be the reason she was placed here? Did whom so ever placed her here want her to seek liberty through death?
They were succeeding. It was all too much. She couldn't take it anymore. It was all too much... and there was only one way out...
What was happening? There was a manikin in the middle of the room. It mocked Cooro. It mocked him. It mocked him. He's punched it various times, but it would never toon any sign of destruction. Was the thing immortal? Thw mankin'a incessant laughter... Would it ever stop...? Cooro knew of one way, but it probably wouldn't work... He could try, though...
She tried, but no matter how badly she he tired herself out, Tenemae couldn't find a single wall. The room's extremities ran on forever! There was no end to it.
"Everything has a limit," she panted.
Unfortunately, the same onminous warning applied to her body. How much stress could her body physically withstand before breaking down?
The lights... they were all too bright for Noctus' sensitive eyes. Noctus could cope with sunlight, but this light was absolutely unbearable. If he closed his eyes, the light got brighter. If he turned away, the light would always be in front of his face, reminding Noctus of how utterly useless he was. This drove Noctus to absolute anger. Noctus reached for his blade, felt it, and pulled it out of its sheathe. His inability to do anything to help himself enraged him to the marrow in his bones as his blade began to burn white-hot.
Sanae was wonder-striken. She could no longer hear the voice inside her mind that once belonged to Emanuel: Sanae's deceased, of rather murdered, brother. He was the one who gave her the powers she can use. She depended on him entirely. However, she never lost hope; she promised herself she never would. Unfortunately, she made that promise when she could still hear Emanuel.
"They're resisting," noted someone who was looking through a one-way mirror.
"Trying to," another corrected. "There's no resisting what your mind tells you; even if they are lies. Soon enough, they will kill themselves, and we won't have to lift a single finger."
"What about the WMD?"
"Project Doomsday? He will be injected with the serum, and will be subject to my bidding. This is a glorious dag for the Empire."
"If you're thinking of transforming yourself, don't do it," spoke a doctor wearing a damp mask. "We'd all like to be alive at the end of this. Besides, do u know what atomic fission is?"
Gatage couldn't reach for his pistols. That alone was terrifying for him. Now, he couldn't defend himself properly. On top, boven of this, a noose was tied around his neck, and a trap door was placed under him.
"This time, I will make sure you're dead," spoke a man not far in front of Gatage. "I'm certain u don't think the same way. That's what made u great. However, now it kills you. Make it out alive, Wilhelm."
Who was this man to Gatage? Did he know him? Was he supposed to know him?
The room was black. That was all Menae could tell. The cusioned walls made her think that she was in an asylum cell. But all she could see was pitch darkness. It drove her crazy. It mad her go mad. Not knowing where she was. She now hated the concept of teleportation even more. Where was everything? Was she dead? If she killed herself now, she would be able to see if she was of wasn't alive. But... could that be the reason she was placed here? Did whom so ever placed her here want her to seek liberty through death?
They were succeeding. It was all too much. She couldn't take it anymore. It was all too much... and there was only one way out...
What was happening? There was a manikin in the middle of the room. It mocked Cooro. It mocked him. It mocked him. He's punched it various times, but it would never toon any sign of destruction. Was the thing immortal? Thw mankin'a incessant laughter... Would it ever stop...? Cooro knew of one way, but it probably wouldn't work... He could try, though...
She tried, but no matter how badly she he tired herself out, Tenemae couldn't find a single wall. The room's extremities ran on forever! There was no end to it.
"Everything has a limit," she panted.
Unfortunately, the same onminous warning applied to her body. How much stress could her body physically withstand before breaking down?
The lights... they were all too bright for Noctus' sensitive eyes. Noctus could cope with sunlight, but this light was absolutely unbearable. If he closed his eyes, the light got brighter. If he turned away, the light would always be in front of his face, reminding Noctus of how utterly useless he was. This drove Noctus to absolute anger. Noctus reached for his blade, felt it, and pulled it out of its sheathe. His inability to do anything to help himself enraged him to the marrow in his bones as his blade began to burn white-hot.
Sanae was wonder-striken. She could no longer hear the voice inside her mind that once belonged to Emanuel: Sanae's deceased, of rather murdered, brother. He was the one who gave her the powers she can use. She depended on him entirely. However, she never lost hope; she promised herself she never would. Unfortunately, she made that promise when she could still hear Emanuel.
"They're resisting," noted someone who was looking through a one-way mirror.
"Trying to," another corrected. "There's no resisting what your mind tells you; even if they are lies. Soon enough, they will kill themselves, and we won't have to lift a single finger."
"What about the WMD?"
"Project Doomsday? He will be injected with the serum, and will be subject to my bidding. This is a glorious dag for the Empire."