Two Versus Danger.

+ Yīkào +

!! Trigger Warning !! Very small mentions of slurs and violence

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I never knew my head could be so dark; yes, I did have quiet the dark humour, but I didn't know it would be a free trip to a black hole. Fortunately, a small fire was lit; it's small flickers managing to warm up my heart that were luminating above this scenario. Now just me and this supposed nightmare; I was going to be next on the chopping board from what it has said.

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ 'ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱɪᴅᴇ'." We were talking about Adam's ability and filling me in on all the details I'd need to know later. "ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ; ʀᴜᴍᴏᴜʀꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ 'ᴇᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ." I almost laughed until he pointed at the person it was talking about.

It looked traumatised, to say the least. I would be too if Adam were to betray me like that, but we've been together for a couple of weeks now.

"I'ʋҽ Ⴆҽҽɳ ʂƚαʅƙιɳɠ ყσυ. NҽɯႦιҽ." Another one appeared in the mists of my brain.

"Thank you; that's very reassuring." I answered back coldly.

I may have forgotten to mention what these things are, but I'll make my so-called ability definition short. It's basically people like me who fantasise about death and other gruesome acts; they end up going mentally insane. Their way of killing the experimentations is becoming the experimentation... ripping their guts and limbs off one by one. Our supposed lives are short as we're killed by the 'good' ancestors; we aren't burried but burnt alive like witches in the older days.

"Iƚ'ʂ ɳσƚ ɯιʂҽ σϝ ყσυ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ɯιƚԋ ƚԋҽ σρρσʂιɳɠ ʂιԃҽ." It looked over at the traumatised-looking one; they probably all felt sorrow towards it.

"If you're suggesting that—"

"I αɱ ʂυɠɠҽʂƚιɳɠ ιƚ. Tԋҽყ ɱαყ ʂҽҽɱ ɯҽαƙ αƚ ϝιɾʂƚ, Ⴆυƚ ƚԋҽყ ɯιʅʅ ԃσ αɳყƚԋιɳɠ ϝσɾ ƚԋҽιɾ αɳƈҽʂƚσɾʂ αϝƚҽɾ ϝιɳԃιɳɠ συƚ συɾ 'ραʂƚ'."

"I know..." I gulped silently, having done my research beforehand, and merely all of them were proclaimed as scared shitless before one day they woke up and were the most bravest souls out there.

"ɪ'ᴅ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅɪᴛᴄʜ ᴏʀ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴋɪᴅ." The one I was originally talked to nodded in shameful agreement "ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴘᴀɴꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴀꜰᴇᴛʏ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ 20—ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴜᴅᴅʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ." Buddy was the guy who was traumatised and seemingly doesn't speak much.

"How much does Buddy speak?"

"Nσƚ ɱυƈԋ. Bυԃԃყ σɳʅყ ʂρҽαƙʂ ɯԋҽɳ ɯҽ αԃԃɾҽʂʂ Bυԃԃყ ϝσɾ ϙυҽʂƚισɳʂ." It also seems they don't believe in pronouns, but then again, half of them looked like jacked up guys. So they could be a woman in disguise (that part links in with the whole image in your fantasy thing).

"What number is Buddy?"

"4тн αη∂ ι'м 5тн." There wasn't much of us. I was the 9th, and the one in front of me was the 8th; sadly, I haven't seen the others.