Yer Insane

[Malachi]

He did what he had to do. He tread across, up onto, and down off of the various piles of rubble, never stopping even when shards of glass and pointed rocks cut into his feet. Figures in the shadows, ghosts in the allies, the Church. He hated this place, hated it more than anything. What was once his salvation had turned into his doom. The deterioration of his mind seemed inevitable, and perhaps it was after all. If anything, this ghost land hastened the point of his destruction. He dove through a sewer tunnel, and out into the blinding light of day in a panic. How could he get out of? Where would he go? Who could he turn to? The experiment felt like throwing up his own lungs. Realization hit him in the face like a giant fist. There was no one he could turn to, not even those who claimed to be his friend. He knew it, he knew it he knew it. They were laughing behind his back. Yes! Snickering with their foul breath, waiting for the moment he would fall. He was not Machili, he was Kaibutsu, the monster!

Like a rocket, the boy no more than 17 by looks shot high into the air. Wings like giant, gnarled hands fanned out and brought him ever higher till at last he was only a dark speck in the sky. No use. The ruin spread for miles around in every direction, and the sliver of silver on the horizon was, as he knew, only the vaster expanse of rocky wasteland. "How did I even get here in the first place?" his mind hissed. Glowing eyes returned to the earth far below, and he thought things no boy should think. Surely a drop from so far above would be enough to end his hideous life, but Kaibutsu was a coward even in the face of the one thing he wanted most. As much as he could slaughter the innocent, he could not end his own life.

Even worse off then before, the psychotic boy descended back down like a giant bat, curled up on the cold street, and began to sob. Even with vision darkened by tears, he couldn't help but make out the shape of a small animal. The animal bled profusely and was sprawled out across the same street no more than five yards away. One of its four legs dangled by a thread, a single bloody thread. It still lived. Then, as if out of nowhere, some guy was kneeling over the animal. New life flared up in the failure, an overpowering unwillingness to die drowned out his sorrow. With all his strength, the lump of a creature screamed "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!". Screaming now, again and again, help me please. But the faceless man did not turn back. The animal crawled to its feet and they wandered off side by side together out of sight. Neither glanced back once. Truth had not hit the crumpled, defeated thing in the middle of the road, and perhaps for the better. None of this had happened at all, his mind was lost, and now images that were not there were indeed there in pain view. Hallucinations.

Still he pleaded, pleaded to nothing at all, perhaps to whatever God there was in this foul existence. His agonizing screams would travel far, filling every street in Midgar, bouncing against cavernous, ghostly walls. Someone would come, someone real, or maybe not, but someone would come.

(Please don't be intimidated by size! I got a little over eager, but I will adjust to whoever join's comfortable length)

[tyrian]

((Hi! Hope you don't mind me joining ^^)

A scream of horrific agony echoed through the desolate alley and broke Tyrian’s attention from a rat she had been following out of curiosity for what could have been hours. Holding her breath, the experiment froze, torn between hope and fear of finding someone else: something still alive within the ruined metropolis- but was it safe? The thing could very well be a SOLDIER, yet these mournful cries for help were hauntingly familiar, not human.

Quietly following victim’s screams leading her through the path of constant darkness she had always been lost in, searching around with ivory eyes, but never seeing anything. Knowing for certain that this was no trick of the mind as the screams were real indeed, but it had soon grown silent.

Still hearing hear her own bare feet slide against the pavement, a hollow silence lingered in the city as locks of purple hair tickled Tyrian's neck. She finally reached out to feel the corner of a concrete building.

The structure’s frigid surface bit at the pale skin. Around the corner would be the person or thing she had been tracking. Pausing slightly as a timid feeling came over her, a shiver before she inhaled a shuttering breath and stepped out from the hiding place.

“Hello?”

Tyrian’s feminine voice spoke softly: mechanized by the contraption in her throat, frail lungs convulsed and forced her to cough: perhaps this was a bad idea.

A stray breeze picked up to ripple her snowy gown and made her feel even colder, but diverted the anxiety.

“Hello!”

Mustering the last of her courage, Tyrian began to advance slowly.

[Malachi]

All breath, all strength, had left him now. The chaos moments before had left in its wake an empty shell, stiff and lifeless. A voice called from somewhere far away, or not far away at all. Perhaps it was only a trick of his mind? No, not a trick! See? There it was again, closer. He heard it now clearly now, a girl. A shattered soul returned to its body. A small twitch of the boy's powerful tail was the first sign of life; for a time, an agonizingly long period of time, he was a statue again. The voice... the girl... could he trust her? No! He had made that decision, as unwilling as he was to obey. The stranger was here to kill him! Yes, that had to be it. Undeniably.

The same will that had driven him to cry out reversed itself in that moment. With a terrible shudder, the hybrid jumped to his feet and whipped around to face his proclaimed attacker. Paranoia blazed in his eyes, obscured by scraggly, overgrown hair. "Who are you?!" he spat, and stepped backwards"Get away from me! I know what yer up to, and I'm not gonna all for it!" Even when insanity had been reached, his peaceful nature had not been completely overthrown.This panicked act was as much as he could muster for the preservation of both him and the girl. He failed to realize that the stranger was more like him than anyone he had encountered yet in this ghost town. Had it been in a better time in his life, maybe he would have offered for them to be friends. But that time had died like the setting of the sun.

(Hiya ^^. No, I don't mind at all)

[tyrian]

If she still had a beating heart: Tyrian most certainly would have gone into cardiac arrest. She drew in a sharp breath as her knees buckled. Was this a SOLDIER? He was so hostile, Tyrian figured he'd been a survivor from the first time she had become Fleischer Tier.

"A SOLDIER? You should know who I am..." her voice quivered fearfully, but grew casual.

Tyrian reached both hands across her front, gripping the opposite upper arm before wrenching out a pair of foot-long knife shaped bones which sifted through her pale flesh as if it were water. Still dripping with deep red blood, the weapons were directed at the man.

Breathing became shallow when Tyrian then lowered the weapons slightly as a fit of short coughs escaped whilst she stared at him with empty eyes: somewhat ready to strike- not a fatal blow, of course as Tyrian would dread the thought of being alone again with the rats whom never made any decent conversation.

After the coughing subsided, she then spoke again: "...Tyrian: that is what all of Shin-Ra has known me by..."

[Malachi]

Apparently, all this did was encourage the rabid animal. Schizophrenic psychopath proceeded to take another step back, this time snarling as a dog. "S-S-SSSSSOLDIER?!" he yowled. He was no such thing, as far as he was concerned, they were his worst enemy. The ones that tracked him down, yes, they had to. They were still there. See? There was one there just now in the shadows. And again!

This thing was the farthest thing from SOLDIER that could exist. Man's curiosity, chemicals, wires, knives, and beastly DNA; that is was made Kaibutsu... well... Kaibutsu. He was locked up and chained up for obvious reasons. Was he expected to know who was important to who? His mind was reeling like a cenima classic.

He stood their, rattling and shaking as if run by an old engine. To put it simply, everything about the fuck up said "WARNING: May be liable to strike out at any moment, please stand back." It was actually funny. You'd think someone would have bothered to put a label on the thing. Gaze leaped to and fro despite there being only one being to keep track of for anyone else. Not for him. Thousands upon thousands of shapeless forms taunted him from the darkness. He cracked. "SOLDIER, SOLDIER, SOLDIER, SOLDIERRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS!" the boy hissed as he counted the imaginary enemies, wrought with insanity. A clawed finger stretched out tentatively to tap on nothing, then point at the girl. Another killer. "I will kill you all!"

[tyrian]

Tyrian flinched, not just because the boy's commotion was heard many times louder than usual by herself- but the abrupt unparalleled fear of SOLDIER being there forced the experiment to toss her head from side to side: Listening for their heartbeats, but the search for non-existent opposition was in vain as she could only hear a frantic heart beating.

"Where? I don't hear any-" they might have been wearing heavy armor. That would shield their heartbeats- The woman then paused: the one she had earlier suspected to be a SOLDIER was against them?- And further more: the animalistic noises he had made earlier...

Just then, it had felt as if the air had become still: time appeared to have frozen as an unseen force made her withdraw slightly.A second presence flickered to life in the back of her mind. Every noise she had heard eventually died away when another consumed them all.

A voice, deep and malice had begun to persuade her, this was the last of what remained of Summon X, his will which had always hid in the back of her mind, awaiting to twist the woman from an innocent, to a killer: ~When one is torn in-between reality and mentality, both worlds appear real- yet the line to define either state remains so obscure: it can drive one mad. An instant like this arises: It is oftentimes said that when two monstrosities meet, a city lies in ruin. ~

A brief silence followed as it was clear what Tyrian’s heart wanted her to do ~If there is no city to destroy, do they simply part ways?~ She knew the apparition was grinning as Tyrian felt a slight quirk of glee within herself ~That has never happened before. The monster named madness cannot be avoided. Ask yourself: Are you it’s prey?~

Quickening, Tyrian's mind had began to bend back into reality, but she had quickly forgotten the entity’s last word's dissipating. After Summon X had left, he had taken with him her fear and anxiety- but would soon return to strike her again and again with reason to kill. She then spoke: "If you’re NOT on their side… What are you?"

[Malachi]

The maniac had been continuing his hateful, inaudible (often senseless) rambles when the enemy spoke again. Sharp teeth clicked togeather loudly. His eyes focused again on the girl, and only the girl. "Wh-who am Ieeeeeeee, S-S-SOLDIER?" he repeated and grinned ear to ear, then repeated her own words "You should know who I am... That damn mooooonster! That shitheaaaad! Thaaaaat psychotic, disgusting, worthless freeeeeeeak, Project Kaibutsuuuuu, moooooonsterrrrrrr!" he sang and danced blindly about. With a spastic jerk he stopped and whipped around to face Tyrain "That'ssssss what they used to call me!"

Every second the schizophrenic fuck up seemed to be diving deeper and deeper into the very pit of insanity. He howled with rage and laughter at the memories that haunted him, blurry though they were.

(sorry, it's short)

[tyrian]

She drew in a sharp breath: another Project? Was that even possible? The experiment then restrained the desire to hold her hands to cover her ears. Lowering the weapons, she spoke with diligence.

"Well, I had no idea I was in such distinguished company. Lucky for you, Kaibutsu, I'm not a SOLDIER either. I'm a COMBINE."

Yes, Tyrian was proud not to be a SOLDIER- but to be the proto-form of it's upgrade (which ended with a rather ghastly result).

She could still sense this "Kaibutsu"'s heart pound eccentrically: the creature was undoubtedly unstable and Tyrian no longer felt she could help him: this was out of her league, not that she was
created to help anyone with their personal problems.

Brushing aside some of her hair, Tyrian gripped the bone knives which had dried out, they crumbled into dust as the woman then dusted her hands while giving him her usual blank stare.

"To say the least, I don't think you need any help: you're walking, talking and definitely breathing- unless you're not suppose to be doing any of those things, I could help you there- or were you referring to your self esteem? It appears unusually low, but then again, I'm no psychiatrist..."

(That's alright)

[Malachi]

A perplexed expression spread across the freak's face. He moaned softly and tapped between his eyes thoughtfully. Not a SOLDIER? Could that be true? No, she was lying. But ... when did SOLDIERS have such weird abilities. He dropped on all fours and crawled forward like a bug to sniff at the remnants of the bone knives. He flicked a bit of it into the wind, moaned again, and pinched some between his fingers to look at it. Well, it certainly looked like bone!

He took no note of Tyrain until she spoke again. Help? Help?! He needed no help! Hah! He was perfectly fine, perfectly sane. They were all wrong about him. Help... he needed to get out of here. That was his resolve, but he had known he could trust no one. Force would be an option. And he needed someone with him unless the Small Animal and the Faceless Man came back again. He smirked, eyes flashing with a new light. He was no longer afraid, oh no. He would buy that she was not a SOLDIER as she said; he had no fear of her now. His mind switched from the position of an animal at bay to the animal biting at the other's heels.

She might lead him to a trap, but if that happened, he would dispatch her quickly. He was going to force her to lead him out of this goddamn jungle of a ghost town. So there! He would not loose his life today! It was a simple choice in the end: dominate or be killed. He felt a sense of power, a new understanding.

"Help, you say? Oh, but I do need help. Get me out of here. Out of this place." he sneered at his enemy, ignoring the shadows around her. Psh, he would kill them too! He rose to his calloused and marred feet, clawed hands twitching eagerly. And once he got out, you know what he was going to do? He was going to find everyone he'd met here, and he was going to give them a pretty, new face. Ooooh, by the time he got done with them they wouldn't even look human! Bastards all deserved it. They betrayed him! They made him think they were his friend, but now he saw through their petty lies.

[tyrian]

A spark of new determination as Tyrian's face brightened as she had finally found someone and was no longer alone! How naive, she'd trust and follow anything, in fact- that's what had assisted in her escape of Shin-Ra as she had made "friends" with it's lab creatures and would oftentimes take them back to her cell without permission, they'd escape every once in a while.

Turning on her heel, Tyrian paused to listen for the choice of exits they could choose from.Truth was, the experiment had no clue where to go- but had then remembered something else about the rats she had observed while living at Shin-Ra.

"Well,I'm not too familiar with this city either. This place is like a
rat maze..." stroking her chin with one hand, she thought for a moment more: "An information building has road maps, or A train station would work just as well: we could follow the tracks until we get out of the city" She grinned, proud that she had thought of the idea all by
herself without the summon's help.

Walking back while facing Kaibutsu, she continued to speak "You can see, right? Then maybe I had passed some on my way here. Come' on!-" she then tripped and stumbled, but continued on facing forwards as if nothing had happened with a hand on one of the alleyway's walls for direction. Excitement filled the woman in wonder as to where the tracks would lead to.

[Malachi]

Kaibutsu's lip curled up into a gleeful grin. This was turning out to be excessively easy. Too easy? He'd have to be cautious. She mentioned something about a train... now, what was a train? Maybe it was some sort of animal. The maniac was unfamiliar to the outside world. Not until recently had he escaped from his confinement and been aquanaut with the forever spanning outside world. His curiosity was snared, he wanted to see this "Train".

The winged terror ignored his guide's clumsy trip. Whatever. as long as she got him out of here, he didn't care. Bloodlusting eyes glared forward, watching for any signs of revolt. His blood pounded like war drums in his ears. When he reached a narrow ally way, he stopped dead, eyes wide. Serpentine tail lifted behind him, poised to strike. There it was... the three legged mammal again! He knew it! He knew it! She was in league with the faceless man!

A mad snarl swelled in his throat, he'd been tricked! No... he had to keep going forward, what was there to live for if he lost his only guide anyways? It was either be led on a death march or die of starvation and never get out of this place. Why did everything have to be so big? This would have been a sight to see; two monstrosities traveling togeather through the rat infested streets of a ghost town. Something out of a horror film.

Claws clenched and dug into his palms. They ripped through his skin and let dark blood seep through his fingers like spilled ink. The Train was probably a servant of the Faceless Man, he'd have to kill it once they found it, and then he'd kill the girl for tricking him. Survival was all that mattered now, contrary to his desperateness to take his own life earlier on. Oh yes, he would indulge himself on all of their screams. He was the strongest here.

[tyrian]

(Looks like Angeal’s busy so I won’t keep you waiting)

As they proceeded to walk down the dark alleyway, Tyrian struggled to remember how a train had sounded. She could recall hearing one not too far away from Shin-Ra's headquarters, and then had asked Hojo what it had been. At first, Tyrian had been interested in the noise of the whistle- but after a while, she had heard it so often and eventually grew used to it.

The holes in the experiment's mind were also becoming a burden as the muscles in her entire arms had began to convulse which made her feel uncomfortable, but then Tyrian had noticed something that was in her hand.

The scruffy matted fur and talon toes of the diminutive creature, a rat? Tyrian had just discovered that while she had been thinking of trains, her body had acted out on its own to pick up the little beast.

Somehow, stroking the animal's filthy hair made her feel at ease, but then noticed the odd silence that had come over her companion. Tyrian had always felt better when talking and was curious about Kaibutsu. Turning her head so a pigtail would hang away from her head, listening. She could hear his heartbeat much better from this angle.

Something was definitely wrong with Kaibutsu- and not in a monster sort of way either. He was internally erratic and what made Tyrian even more aware was when she suddenly heard the faint drip of a liquid making contact with the concrete. Drool, sweat, or... blood?

A frantic squeak escaped the captive rodent as Tyrian's grip abruptly tightened. Calming herself down again, her hand opened slightly allowing it to breathe once more. The rat was now another unwilling companion of hers.

~A lesson in life Tier: never trust a stranger...~ the summon's voice breathed in the dark corner of her mind.

Scratching the struggling rat's furry noggin with a finger as both of them moved on. She then broke the unnerving silence with a sigh and cough "Are you alright Kaibutsu? You seem awfully... quiet" Tyrian’s synthetic voice warbled, slight static interference faintly scratched her message- but the words were clear.

[Malachi]

(*crashes through a window* So sorry for the lateness!)

Kaibutsu's would-be threatening growl was cut off by his enemy's voice. The fuck up scoffed at Tyrian's attempt (by his thoughts) to act concerned about him. But he kept to his purpose -- get out of here or die trying. It was time to put on that calm charade again.

"I'm fine... I was j-just... err... thinking, yeah, that's all!"

he fidgeted and cursed himself inwardly for not being better at faking. Once again his attention was drawn to-- at last something real that was flesh and blood -- the rat.

Any normal person might have left it alone, simply killed it, or even screamed like a pussy and scampered away with their tail between their legs... anything other then what he did. Lime eyes sharpened, his face lost all traces of humanity as his tongue flicked over his lips. He was hungry, so hungry! He hadn't eaten for days... weeks... And this was food. By this point it wasn't really a matter of choice what was a meal anymore. He'd take anything that he could chew and swallow. With a serpentine hiss he crouched to the ground and leaped for the small rodent. It squeaked pitifully in the new hands that gripped it suffocatingly, crushing the life out of it little by little.

He could have just bitten its head off, but he needed to assert his dominance on everything underneath him. This critter was no exception. He would make it suffer first.

"F-F-F-Food!"

[tyrian]

(Welcome back! ^^)

Tyrian leapt back frantically, a wave of doubt overcoming her. This action was so… unpredictable, too unpredictable. Finally, the message had been etched within the decaying flesh for a brain.

She stared onwards, listening to the little animal. So strange was this feeling: torn between two opinions of feeling sorrow for the rat she had so much in common with and yet, the thought of its flesh being taken away from the innocence which was the animal’s bone. What to do? Save or sacrifice? Tyrian hated the fact Kaibutsu was taking his precious time on killing the ill-fated rodent… ill-fated, much like herself.

Her head sunk down in deep contemplation. “Well, are you going to eat it or not? Every second counts, when you’re alive.” Is that all she had to say?

Peculiar thoughts had begun to fill the holes in her mind. Had the experiment gotten too attached to the innocent rat for the mere seconds she had been introduced to it before? Perhaps she loved having the silly thing with her- but it might’ve been better off dead. What if it had a family waiting for it back at home, they’d all die slow, painful deaths for sure from starvation, but Kaibutsu needed his strength. It was a kill-or- be-killed world out here, after all and she had more in common with Kaibutsu than the rat.

She then began to continue her way to the tracks: was that all she had to do? just walk away from her problems? Suddenly, a clang sounded out causing her to completely forget her trauma “The tracks! Kaibutsu, we found them!”