The High’s Battle
Present Time
Amidst the emptiness of a hallway, a boy's furious shouts resonated as he stood alone, his beautiful face twisted in anger.
His radiant eyes scoured the space, searching for a target that didn't exist as he demanded, "Why did you kill her? She didn't do anything to us!" But the only response he received was the echo of his own voice reverberating off the walls.
Suddenly, his demeanor shifted, his eyes going from widened to calm, his posture becoming relaxed and his voice becoming tranquil as he continued, "Everything I did was something you did. Don't draw a line between things that are the same to begin with."
The boy wrestled back for control from the strange voice, the grunts from his struggle filling the empty hallway.
"SHUT UP!" The golden eyed boy shrieked, his golden eyes gleaming dangerously. The lights fitted into the walls flickered, his feet shaking as he raged on, his breath ragged.
His expression changed again, his face twisting unnaturally as two different expressions tried to fit themselves on his face, his body shaking and his limbs flailing.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
A scream that came from the depths of his being rocked his throat, the grey metallic walls reverberating from the ungodly sound. His body shook violently, his steps misplaced as he tried to find a footing.
"No!" he screamed. "I AM IN CONTROL!"
The boy closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to push back against the pressure in his head. In his mind. He felt him struggling against him, but he refused to give in. He wouldn't let it. He couldn't.
He fell to the ground, his fingers pressing holes into the shiny metallic floor, heaving loudly as his eyes darted back and forth, searching for everything and nothing.
"Mine. Mine. Mine. MINE! MINE!"
"I am in control!" he shouted. "I AM THE ONE IN CONTROL!"
He felt the pressure slowly ease up, his breathing easing up as he coughed, rolling over as he continued to breathe loudly.
Facing the ceiling, he tried to shield his eyes from the bright lights shining down on him.
"Too bright."
"Yes, It is too bright."
The boy craned his neck, turning to see the unexpected spectator.
The figure walked slowly, their bare feet sending light tremors through the cold metallic floor. The figure's long black hair laid gently on their nape, the luster of their hair like a raven's wing.
He fixed his gaze on her, his eyes darting about her figure as he breathed heavily on the floor.
"What do you want?"
The figure stared at the sweating gold-blood, their head cocked.
"I don't know," the girl said. "I don't remember anything.
The boy looked at her strangely, the silence heavy.
"What's your name?"
The figure remained silent, staring at the boy who seemed to be looking at something interesting on the ceiling.
"I don't know my name either."
"Oh," The boy continued.
"I'm 004. At least, that's what it says on my chest." The boy said, his golden eyes dimming as he spoke.
"I woke up yesterday. Or, whatever passes as a day in here. I had this strange voice in my head, telling me what to do."
The figure continued to look at him before sitting down on the floor, her hospital gown rustling as she folded her slender legs.
"I just…I don't know why."
The figure cocked her head again, her seemingly unremarkable eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Do your eyes glow too?" Her soft voice rang out, 004 turning around completely, his chest on the ground as he looked at the girl.
"Yes they do! Do you know why?" He looked at her with hope, staring at the girl intensely as his golden eyes darted around her face.
"I don't know."
"Oh." The boy said, disappointed as he picked himself up from the ground, then sat with his legs crossed, facing the figure.
"What's your number?"
"My number?"
The boy pointed to his shoulder then dragged his dirty gown down from his shoulder, revealing his clear bronze skin, and the '004' imprinted on his skin. He rubbed his fingers over it, the tattoo feeling seamless as though it had always been a part of him.
The girl looked at her shoulder, her plump lips parting.
"My number."
She looked at the boy who now had his gaze fixed on her limpid eyes.
"It's 002."
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Miss Tarien was left alone in the cramped toilet with the dead body of the blue-blooded woman. She stared at the lifeless form for a few moments, her face impassive as she stared silently at the leaking body as she gritted her teeth.
"Eliare, What have you gotten yourself into?" She said with a sigh, her right hand lighting up slowly with a red radiance as she stared down at the corpse, the girl's dead blue eyes forever fixed at the ceiling.
She bit her lip as she remembered the ever stoic look on her father's face and the permanent light frown on his lips, his piercing ruby eyes ever digging into her soul.
Eliare shook as the lights flickered again, her expression becoming fierce.
"I'll show them what power is." The sound of her muttering was quickly silenced by the whirr of a giant beam leaving her hand, the damp toilet illuminated by the brightness of the light.
"Doesn't burn, only destroys." She muttered, her red eyes shining with something deep.
The body quickly started to disintegrate, the bits of flesh and bone slowing dissolving into bright motes of red light. She stared at the floating dots of light, the ambience of the beam painting the motes against of the reflective walls of the bathroom.
'Beautiful.'
The thought of her father came to her again, but this time, it wasn't the silent look of disapproval or his stare of disappointment, it was his firm voice, strong and deep, an image of his straight back and his flowing black hair.
<"Do anything for power.">
She stopped, her eyes glowing brightly as she stared at what remained of the body.
"Yes, Father."
The red-blood bent down on the damp hallway and bit down on the bloody remains, her eyes misty as she muttered lowly,
"Yes, Father, Am I doing it right?"
As the lights of the bathroom flickered, light sounds of munching filling its silence.