"I'll find you"
That damn smile.
"We'll get out of this. They'll pay for what they do to us"
The eerie glow in his eyes.
"Save us. Save us"
they had said.
"Let's play a game Suki!"
"Ooh ok, What game?"
"Hide and seek"
"The game of hide and seek, it used to be you and...uhh... what was his name?"
"I'll find you"
" Hide and seek is not a fun game Suki! it is weapon! Let it be known to you that everything is a weapon and you are to use it to hunt or retrieve your target do you understand?"
"Save us, Save us"
"The children want vengeance"
"We'll get out of this. They'll pay for what they do to us"
"Maybe the asylum has what they wanted after all, a monster"
"A weapon"
"I can already see the project coming to life"
"Save us, Save us"
Years have passed since the death of my only friend. I was 3 then. A couple years later my mother finally succumbed to the call of death. She stabbed herself with a fork. I was 9 then, and I watched her do it. So fast most people didn't catch it until a Roman shot at me because he thought I did it. She stared in my eyes when she did. She asked me to help her when the fork refused to go any deeper into her chest, I stared on, a part of me wanted to do it, because I knew why she begged even more for death that day. Mikado had planted another seed in her.
Perhaps in hopes they would turn out as well as he thought I did. And today the test came back positive.
The seed had sprouted. She was only allowed to talk or eat with me now. I could sense it, smell it in her blood that her body had a visitor.
Blood often tells many tales.
I wanted to do it, if it would be the only form of help I could offer my mother she would allow. But I was sure, that my insatiable lust for blood would know no bounds if I killed even my mother. I was sure, that if I was the one who led her to death by the hand she would join those haunting memories that plague my sleep as they tug on the chains binding me from succumbing to my temptations. They've become worse since I started going on missions, out of the walled city of mutants, to the vast world of normal. where my strange eye color would have earned me the title of witch had I been born in a normal situation. A couple hundred years back and I would have been burned alive even.
"What a delight, I must certainly try for myself" My undead copy said as she flowed beside me. That is the best description I can give of her movement. She does not walk, like me. Does not run, like me. She... flows, like a raging river, or a calm one. She sometimes takes the form of my younger self, before I lost Kage, and while I still had most of my emotions intact. Now, all I can genuinely feel is pain. And even that has also been slipping away from me over the years.
So I let my mother die by her own hands. By the time the romans got to he she stabbed herself continuously so she could bleed out instead. I watched her do it.
Over and over and over again. Until she could no longer hold the fork.
It was metal, one I'd snuck for her so she could feel a little more normal outside of the polymer utensils usually given to her. I gave her the little knife she used to stab her neck until her genetically modified skin gave way to the iron blade that finally brought her doom. She did that 57 times.
And I watched her do it. Didn't move to stop it.
Just watched the rose color liquid stain her pale white complexion. So similar to the red in her eyes. The red in my eyes.
I turn 15 next week. I have seen normal people. And I don't even think i qualify to be called human along side them anymore, you cant even say genetically modified anymore. They're just so... different. Most mutants have physical mutations to aid them in whatever environment they are to work in. Scales for water based, fur for colder regions and sometimes wings though, those are quite hard to train. But me? ...
"Even amongst the mutants you alone are considered strange" Said my copy, flowing like morning breeze or like a calm river to match my walking pace. She mirrors his smile to taunt me, mock me, that I didn't see what was going on that day.
He came back severely wounded from his first mission, wasn't talking, just coughing blood,
"It's okay, We'll get out of this. They'll pay for what they do to us"
He was so smart for his age, we all were, we aged differently from the normal humans after all. i didn't know what happened next, just heard Mikado say something before i blacked out watching a pool of gorgeous cherry red, whoever says blood is crimson is a fucking liar.
"get them both to the lab damn bastard"
I awoke in the lab with tubes coming out of me, tubes coming out of him, and then another little boy, then mom.
I now realize, the little boy was being used as a blood bank, the black liquid was dahlia black, mom was only a test subject. I, i was there because the healing properties were stronger in my blood. I wasn't suppose to be awake, i wasn't supposed to break the tubes, wasn't supposed to fight them when they tried to take me there. If they connected it sooner he would have made it.
"So you killed him then"
"i did no such thing"
I felt it then, the movement, then that oh so enchanting scent of blood. A Roman's to the left. A scent in the air caught my attention. A... Human... normal human i mean, and... mud, a lot of mud.
Did they assume that would mask their scent?
"Pity full aren't they?" My copy said. " But my do they reek of fear"
She's right. Is my existence already known to them the few times I've been let out of the Asylum? This is not good. My orders were to remain hidden until appointed time.
"Guess they noticed the massacre you left last time huh?"
"That was an-" He shot at me, missed by an inch, but... was that a warning shot?
"Quite a dumb move there boy!" I yelled out. The Roman standing next to me looked like he wanted to cut off my head for yelling. But i mean, i just want to have fun. A little game wouldn't hurt right?
"Let me give you guys a second chance. There are about 15 of you, I'm guessing you're new otherwise you'd know you don't shoot like that 'cause you reveal your location too early. So I'll give you a ten second head start, if i catch you, you die, if i don't, you live to tell your Boss or whatever that I, Ghost muse will be released into the world soon. you hide, I seek, Ready?"
The roman beside me seems to let loose a little, readying his gun. Who said they were invited to the game?
"This kill is mine, stand down."
I swear their confusion echoes around the warehouse until i start counting.
"10"
"Wait is she serious?"
"9"
They begin scrambling, realizing that I'm actually going with it.
"8"
What they don't know,
"7"
is that this now gives me their exact location.
"6"
As well as how much load they are carrying,
"5"
because they have varying speeds.
"4"
And of course,
"3"
Me, being me,
"2"
I always love a good hunt.
"1"
"Ready or not, here i come!"
A scream, then silence. "1 down, 14 to go"
"Found you!" And off with his head.
the blood sprays around. Such a lovely color really.
"A couple minutes of playfully enjoying ending the lives of humans later..."
"Shut up" But i realize she's right as i bend the weak metal around the last soldier's hands.
"Run, back to whoever the hell sent you, tell 'em the Ghost sent you, tell him i will soon escape from my prison, the hunt will soon begin, tell 'em the mutants will scatter out of the slammer at the fall of the Asylum. Prepare for my arrival" I whispered into his ear before throwing him back. He stared with horror, at my violet colored eyes, their eerie glow so similar to Kage's in my nightmares.
"Run"
He obeyed, frantically scurrying out o the area.
" What did you tell him?" The roman asked.
"Told him to go Fuck himself. And to tell his boss I killed his friends"
"The children will get their retribution after all" My ghostly copy said with a chuckle
"So comes the fall of the Asylum" I replied.