ArchivedLogs:Vignette: Dark Shadows
| Vignette: Dark Shadows | |
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| Dramatis Personae
Akihiro |
Various A history lesson (Violence warning) |
| Location
All over. | |
"For a long time, I didn't want to talk about my past. But, can you really blame me? Where should I start." "I have a confession, Akihira." a well dressed Asian woman says to her husband with a sigh. "I have tried, but I cannot find any love in my heart for Akihiro. He's a monster. And after all these years, I'm pregnant." Little did she know Akihiro was watching, the question he had come to ask was forgotten. The heart-broken child returned to his room to think. "Did I overreact? Yes. But between the way I was treated by our servants and neighbors I didn't know what to do. I ended up killing Natsumi when my mutation manifested, then watched helpless as a grief stricken Akihira killed himself. It was after that I met Romulus, he told me he knew what it was like to be an outsider. That he was the only friend I'd ever have. And I made the mistake of believing him. A few months later he shipped me off to Canada to train. If I would have known what was actually going to happen there I would have ran away." The snow was cold and unforgiving, a lot like the man who's face was obscured by shadows. The small room stank of sweat and blood, and it had seen more violence than most would believe. Currently suspended from the ceiling by chains is an Asian teenager with a buzz cut, there are no open wounds on his body but he's covered in blood and sweat. "Fuck you." he hisses weakly. The man in the shadows sneers, "You'll break." The words are a dark promise, "They all do." He steps out of the shadows to rest his hand on the teenager's face. "You're nothing. A pathetic half-breed that's gotten it into his head that he's big shit. But I've got something for that." The large man moves his hand over and forces his fingers into the teenager's eye socket, ripping his eye clean out. A howl of pain erupts from the teenager's form as he struggles to get away from the intrusive fingers, his words escape him and he's left sobbing in pain. "Carry on." The large man says with a slight nod to the figure watching the events unfold quietly in the shadows behind the sobbing form of the suspended teen. "Yes sir, Mister Burr." the man says, stepping out of the shadows to press a red hot iron into the teen's side.
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