Post by Evelyn Kuller on Dec 20, 2014 1:45:35 GMT -6
It was a weird feeling. On the one hand she felt annoyed by the bright light shining on her face, but at the same time the feeling was submerged, like it was buried in sludge so as to be barely there. It was the one thing she'd felt the most since piercing her own heart with a magic knife, the sludge.
Well. That and the desire to murder something.
She heard footsteps, and lifted her unaching head to look. For others it would be weird, considering the circumstances she was currently in, to think of it as UNaching, but here she was. Even aching was buried in sludge, beyond what she could feel anymore.
The woman who walked in was pretty, she guessed. On the thin side, perhaps. Though as she looked as intently as she could, her brain picked up on how her muscles flexed under her skin. Perhaps causing dismissals was the intent. Really, she didn't care either way. It wasn't like she was a threat. Hell, who was.
Nurse: Hello, Eve.
Eve: Hello lady I only vaguely remember from the arm screen thing.
Nurse: Ah, you can call me Francine. I'm the...nurse for the Doktor.
Eve: Of course you are. What else would you be. Must be a special kind of nurse, I don't think most have “binding skill” on their resumes.
She was referencing the metal binds around her arms and legs, keeping her locked to the chair she was in.
Nurse Francine: I have many unusual skills. You pick them up working for someone like Alexander Adversary.
Eve: Ooooh, double initials. How fancy!
Nurse Francine: He tries.
Eve: Uh-huh. So! What do you wanna ask? I'm assuming you want to ask something because otherwise why be here besides wasting my time.
Nurse Francine: Yes, that's right, I just want to ask you to recount the events from when you stabbed yourself with the knife.
Eve: Did you not record it?
Nurse Francine: Yes, but the Doktor is interested in seeing how accurate your memories are after...well...
Eve: What he did to my head? Sure, why not! I don't have anything planned right now besides cutting his face off. Which is really where we'd start....
–
There was only silence in the room for long moments after Eve came back to life. The Doktor stood staring at her, same as the nurse. She stared back.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: ...fascinating.
Eve: That's a word for it, yeah.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: What exactly has happened here?
Eve: I was bored of being the sad little patchwork girl, so I became something else. I cursed myself.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: A curse?
Eve: Uh-huh. I'm now cursed to be the Perfect Evil, embodiment of bad things and blah blah blah....it's so uninteresting now that I've actually become it. Though it's amusing me to think of how disappointed Daisuke would have been if he got here. All that work and there'd be no satisfaction, just....
Doktor Alexander Adversary: What? What do you feel?
Eve: Not a thing. Well...that's not true. I feel something.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Yes?
Eve: I'm feeling annoyance at seeing your face....it's the same face that killed Cyril, regardless of how deformed some of it is. And now I'm thinking that, since I couldn't get the one I hated....I can at least cut YOUR face off.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: ...Ah.
She grinned, and then took off running, snatching the knife off the ground and coming at him with a slash that would have hit his chest, but he sidestepped and drove his foot into her gut. She seemed mostly unaffected, grabbing his leg and trying to force him off balance. He stumbled but managed to get a shot off, hitting her in the shoulder. She jerked around, but in the process of twisting from the blow managed to slash through his coast, nicking him across the stomach.
She looked at him begin to bleed and grinned wider.
Eve: It's what I've always wanted to see.
She slashed backwards, but he caught her by the arm and looked her in the face.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Damn it, we don't have time for this!
Eve: Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I have aaaaaaaaaall the time in the world now!
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I set up explosives throughout this compound! We only have a few minutes before they go off!
He ducked under a high swing, only to get nailed in the gut with a kick. He stumbled back, knocking into the desk. She tossed the knife to her other hand and grinned.
Eve: That's a you problem! I wanna see what'll happen if I get blown up! It sounds FUN!
She charged, but Alexander lept back, sitting on the desk and raising his pistol as Eve smashed into the desk and stunned herself. He fired three shots through her stomach, splattering her blood against the wall behind her. She stumbled back, hand going to her stomach, only to get nailed with another two shots to the chest, knocking her against the wall. For a second nothing happens, only for Eve's hands to fall away from the wounds, a smile coming on her face.
Eve: Doesn't hurt at all!
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Oh hell.
She lept into the air at him, and he was too slow, finding himself pinned beneath her, his left hand grasping her wrist to try and keep her from driving the knife into his chest.
Eve: It's not so bad, really. It only hurt for a moment, then everything faded away!
They continued to struggle, but the Doktor was doing a good job of keeping the weaker Eve's knife away from his chest.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I'm going to hope this psychosis is just a side effect of the resurrection...and hope that your ability to repair severe damage takes longer than small wounds...
Eve: Ehhhh? What're you on about?
With his right hand he brought his gun up to his mouth.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: 12.
The light on the gun changed to a brown color, as Eve cocked her head.
Eve: What's that for? A 12 round burst? I don't think that'll do much....
Doktor Alexander Adversary: No. It's for 12 gauge.
He pressed the barrel against Eve's forehead and pulled the trigger, the shotgun blast causing the top of her head to explode. She slumped down onto the desk and the Doktor just laid there for a few moments, gulping down air. Finally he sat up and looked down at the girl. She wasn't moving, but her skull was already slowly, slowly regrowing. He looked at his right arm to see how much time he had left, cursed, and grabbed her before taking off.
Back in the interrogation room, Eve smiled at the nurse.
Eve: That, of course, is why I find myself in the unique situation of being able to think the sentence “My brain is cold.”
And it indeed was, air being able to blow in through the left corner of her skull, which was still putting itself back together. Around her, without her knowledge, no less than 20 cameras had been recording her since she was brought in, recording every angle possible of her head slowly regenerating from the sorry state the gun had left it in. Eve, for her part, looked unbothered by the fact she was missing some of her skull.
Nurse Francine: Look at the positives, I guess.
Eve: If that's how you want to view it. Ah, actually, I do have something I'm curious about.
Nurse Francine: Yes?
Eve: Before his metalness took off with me and blew the place to Kingdom Come, did he recover the knife?
Nurse Francine: No, there wasn't time and he was focused on getting out of there with you. Why, was there some significance?
Eve: To me? Not really. To you, I'd say so. As far as I know, the knife is just about the only way to contain the curse in me, besides a convoluted heir process I can't be fucked to remember.
Nurse Francine: ….Ah.
Eve: Mmmmmhmmmmmm. Oh well! That's really more of a problem for you and him than for me!
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Now why would we want to use it on you anyway?
She looked over to the door to see the cybernetic man enter. He had swapped his battle damaged lab coat for a fresh one, but still hadn't replaced his goggles and mask, letting his bizarre cybernetic parts show.
Eve: Well I did try quite hard to murder you.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: And I blew your head apart. Why don't we call it even and start fresh?
Eve: Ah, that sounds quite reasonable. Unfortunately, I don't feel much like being reasonable.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Then what do you feel like?
Eve: Nothing.
She smiles.
Eve: It's just like I wanted.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Is that so? So you feel...not a thing?
Eve: Well, I still want to cut your face off. But that's more from old feelings about what happened to Dr. Kuller than anything I feel now.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: So not even Cyril can elicit a reaction from you now?
Eve: Nothing can. I've tried, believe me, but nothing comes up. I'm a blank slate. Besides the need to commit violence, but I had that before anyway sooooo....
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I see. Well, I would like to test your inability to feel anything myself. Can I interest you in a quick experiment?
Eve: Are you going to shoot me again?
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Of course not.
Eve: Aw....it was such a unique experience....
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Perhaps at a later date we can see just how far your regeneration can go. But, first, the experiment?
Eve: Oh fine, why not. I promise not to try and tear your face off. Not immediately, at least.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I'm comfortable with that.
The Doktor reaches his left hand up to his robotic right and presses a button on his forearm, causing the binds that held Eve's legs and arms to disengage. She stood up, facing him.
Eve: So, what's the experiment?
Doktor Alexander Adversary: It's simple. You truly believe there's not a thing in the world that can bring anything out of you?
Eve: Yes. I'm completely empty on the inside. Nothing can bring something in me awake.
And from behind her a voice spoke.
Eve froze up, a look of shock coming over her face as she hears the voice.
Eve: ….Dr. Kuller?
She turns her head, and indeed finds Dr. Cyril Kuller standing behind her, looking quite healthy for a man who bled to death in his office more than a month ago. For a moment there is silence, as Eve just stares wide-mouthed at him. Then her face changes, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she starts running at him, jumping in the air at him and embracing him. She hangs onto him, burying her face into his shoulder as the tears flow. He hugs her back and silence again reigns over the room before Eve finally pushes herself back away from him, looking at him with equal amounts confusion and happiness.
Eve: But...how? I saw...I saw you die. He shot you through the heart.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Well....yes and no.
Eve: Oh don't even start with that, just give me an answer!
Dr. Cyril Kuller: It's true. I was shot by my brother...and I died. But luckily, I have a brother I can trust.
She looked back in time to see the cyborg walk up to them.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I had come to tell Cyril I'd be assisting him in saving you from your fate, and fortunately it had to have been just shortly after what happened happened. I found Cyril dead, but resuscitating him is actually quite an easy feat for my skillset and fortunately there was nothing major to complicate it.
Eve: What, besides his HEART BEING SHOT THROUGH?!
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Like I said, yes and no. Yes I died....but he didn't shoot me through the heart.
Eve: ...come again?
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I have to admit, even I didn't expect something like that. When I saw the wounds I was thinking the same as you. But when I opened him up, imagine my surprise. We all share certain....differences on the inside from humans but Cyril....
Dr. Cyril Kuller: I took an extra step.
He reached up and tapped his chest, where his heart should be.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: I moved this thing a long time ago. There wasn't an organ there for the bullets to hit.
Eve stared at the two of them for a while, jaw slack as she tried to process all of this. Then she began to laugh. The two brothers shared a look of confusion before looking back at Eve, who was hunched over cackling. Finally, wiping tears from her eyes, she looked back up at them.
Eve: That is so fucking stupid, I can't even handle it.
Dr. Kuller hmph'd, crossing his arms in mock annoyance.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Well my bad. Had I known how stupid it was, I wouldn't have done it and I could have just died.
She laughed again.
Eve: Oh, don't get me wrong. It's stupid, but you can't imagine how happy it makes me. It means you're still here and I'm just....so glad.
She hugged him again, before breaking off to look at Doktor Adversary. She gave him a smile.
Eve: And I'm thankful to you as well. You saved him. For that I'm in your debt.
The cyborg waved his hand.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Hardly. Again, let's call it even and start over again. Besides, it means my theory was correct.
Eve: Eh?
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Haven't you noticed?
She blinked a few times, before realization crossed her face.
Eve: I'm...feeling happiness.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Exactly. It would seem you're not as incapable of it as you thought you were.
Eve: I...I suppose there are still things about my condition that I don't understand.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: And that's just fine.
He put his hands on her shoulders and smiled.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: We're going to find out together, alright?
She smiled back and nodded.
Eve: Nothing would make me happier.
–
But once she was alone, being led to her own room by the nurse, the sludge returned and the joy and relief she felt had faded away far away from where she could reach. She sat on her bed for some hours, staring at the wall, grasping for something. Nothing came, besides a desire to hurt something.
This she knew was bothersome, even though she did not actually feel it. It had already almost cost her something, she couldn't imagine what would have happened if she had murdered the man who had saved Cyril. But, at the same time, the sludge bubbled up and told her that she should have done it, just to see what kind of fascinating events would happen because of it.
Worse than that was the fact that the desire was growing.
Already she could feel it growing in her head, this desire to hurt something, to cause pain, to let blood run. She was empty, and it was growing, so eventually it would fill every bit of her, and then...she could only imagine the bloodshed. And imagining it only made it happier.
She needed answers to the problem, but more than that...
She needed a way to get it under control, and fast.
–
The man sat at the desk, sipping his coffee. It was quite bitter, but it made him feel alive. He continued to drink in silence, shifting some papers on the desk around as he did. None of them were of actual interest to him, but the desk was next to the window, so with the curtain closed and the light bright behind him, to anyone outside it would look like he was at the desk doing work, not realizing he was not who he should be.
He finished his coffee and stood up, fishing a handkerchief from his pocket. He ran it along the cup where his lips had touched it, removing all marks of it. He had no need to worry about fingerprints due to his gloves. He set the coffee down and turned to look at the man who usually sat at the desk.
He lay against a wall, head lolled to the side, staring at nothing. His breathing was steady, but he had clearly checked out. It had taken a good amount of work to get anything from him, but the payoff had been beautiful. He reached down and patted him on the head in thanks, before departing the room, passing through the back door and walking off down the street to his next destination.
As he walked down the street, whistling to himself, he could not help but feel some odd weight in his stomach. It was unexplainable to him, but if he could try and put words to it, he'd call it destiny. Like with each step he was walking toward some important event in his life.
Ah well.
A full stomach would do that.
Well. That and the desire to murder something.
She heard footsteps, and lifted her unaching head to look. For others it would be weird, considering the circumstances she was currently in, to think of it as UNaching, but here she was. Even aching was buried in sludge, beyond what she could feel anymore.
The woman who walked in was pretty, she guessed. On the thin side, perhaps. Though as she looked as intently as she could, her brain picked up on how her muscles flexed under her skin. Perhaps causing dismissals was the intent. Really, she didn't care either way. It wasn't like she was a threat. Hell, who was.
Nurse: Hello, Eve.
Eve: Hello lady I only vaguely remember from the arm screen thing.
Nurse: Ah, you can call me Francine. I'm the...nurse for the Doktor.
Eve: Of course you are. What else would you be. Must be a special kind of nurse, I don't think most have “binding skill” on their resumes.
She was referencing the metal binds around her arms and legs, keeping her locked to the chair she was in.
Nurse Francine: I have many unusual skills. You pick them up working for someone like Alexander Adversary.
Eve: Ooooh, double initials. How fancy!
Nurse Francine: He tries.
Eve: Uh-huh. So! What do you wanna ask? I'm assuming you want to ask something because otherwise why be here besides wasting my time.
Nurse Francine: Yes, that's right, I just want to ask you to recount the events from when you stabbed yourself with the knife.
Eve: Did you not record it?
Nurse Francine: Yes, but the Doktor is interested in seeing how accurate your memories are after...well...
Eve: What he did to my head? Sure, why not! I don't have anything planned right now besides cutting his face off. Which is really where we'd start....
–
There was only silence in the room for long moments after Eve came back to life. The Doktor stood staring at her, same as the nurse. She stared back.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: ...fascinating.
Eve: That's a word for it, yeah.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: What exactly has happened here?
Eve: I was bored of being the sad little patchwork girl, so I became something else. I cursed myself.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: A curse?
Eve: Uh-huh. I'm now cursed to be the Perfect Evil, embodiment of bad things and blah blah blah....it's so uninteresting now that I've actually become it. Though it's amusing me to think of how disappointed Daisuke would have been if he got here. All that work and there'd be no satisfaction, just....
Doktor Alexander Adversary: What? What do you feel?
Eve: Not a thing. Well...that's not true. I feel something.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Yes?
Eve: I'm feeling annoyance at seeing your face....it's the same face that killed Cyril, regardless of how deformed some of it is. And now I'm thinking that, since I couldn't get the one I hated....I can at least cut YOUR face off.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: ...Ah.
She grinned, and then took off running, snatching the knife off the ground and coming at him with a slash that would have hit his chest, but he sidestepped and drove his foot into her gut. She seemed mostly unaffected, grabbing his leg and trying to force him off balance. He stumbled but managed to get a shot off, hitting her in the shoulder. She jerked around, but in the process of twisting from the blow managed to slash through his coast, nicking him across the stomach.
She looked at him begin to bleed and grinned wider.
Eve: It's what I've always wanted to see.
She slashed backwards, but he caught her by the arm and looked her in the face.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Damn it, we don't have time for this!
Eve: Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I have aaaaaaaaaall the time in the world now!
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I set up explosives throughout this compound! We only have a few minutes before they go off!
He ducked under a high swing, only to get nailed in the gut with a kick. He stumbled back, knocking into the desk. She tossed the knife to her other hand and grinned.
Eve: That's a you problem! I wanna see what'll happen if I get blown up! It sounds FUN!
She charged, but Alexander lept back, sitting on the desk and raising his pistol as Eve smashed into the desk and stunned herself. He fired three shots through her stomach, splattering her blood against the wall behind her. She stumbled back, hand going to her stomach, only to get nailed with another two shots to the chest, knocking her against the wall. For a second nothing happens, only for Eve's hands to fall away from the wounds, a smile coming on her face.
Eve: Doesn't hurt at all!
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Oh hell.
She lept into the air at him, and he was too slow, finding himself pinned beneath her, his left hand grasping her wrist to try and keep her from driving the knife into his chest.
Eve: It's not so bad, really. It only hurt for a moment, then everything faded away!
They continued to struggle, but the Doktor was doing a good job of keeping the weaker Eve's knife away from his chest.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I'm going to hope this psychosis is just a side effect of the resurrection...and hope that your ability to repair severe damage takes longer than small wounds...
Eve: Ehhhh? What're you on about?
With his right hand he brought his gun up to his mouth.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: 12.
The light on the gun changed to a brown color, as Eve cocked her head.
Eve: What's that for? A 12 round burst? I don't think that'll do much....
Doktor Alexander Adversary: No. It's for 12 gauge.
He pressed the barrel against Eve's forehead and pulled the trigger, the shotgun blast causing the top of her head to explode. She slumped down onto the desk and the Doktor just laid there for a few moments, gulping down air. Finally he sat up and looked down at the girl. She wasn't moving, but her skull was already slowly, slowly regrowing. He looked at his right arm to see how much time he had left, cursed, and grabbed her before taking off.
Back in the interrogation room, Eve smiled at the nurse.
Eve: That, of course, is why I find myself in the unique situation of being able to think the sentence “My brain is cold.”
And it indeed was, air being able to blow in through the left corner of her skull, which was still putting itself back together. Around her, without her knowledge, no less than 20 cameras had been recording her since she was brought in, recording every angle possible of her head slowly regenerating from the sorry state the gun had left it in. Eve, for her part, looked unbothered by the fact she was missing some of her skull.
Nurse Francine: Look at the positives, I guess.
Eve: If that's how you want to view it. Ah, actually, I do have something I'm curious about.
Nurse Francine: Yes?
Eve: Before his metalness took off with me and blew the place to Kingdom Come, did he recover the knife?
Nurse Francine: No, there wasn't time and he was focused on getting out of there with you. Why, was there some significance?
Eve: To me? Not really. To you, I'd say so. As far as I know, the knife is just about the only way to contain the curse in me, besides a convoluted heir process I can't be fucked to remember.
Nurse Francine: ….Ah.
Eve: Mmmmmhmmmmmm. Oh well! That's really more of a problem for you and him than for me!
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Now why would we want to use it on you anyway?
She looked over to the door to see the cybernetic man enter. He had swapped his battle damaged lab coat for a fresh one, but still hadn't replaced his goggles and mask, letting his bizarre cybernetic parts show.
Eve: Well I did try quite hard to murder you.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: And I blew your head apart. Why don't we call it even and start fresh?
Eve: Ah, that sounds quite reasonable. Unfortunately, I don't feel much like being reasonable.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Then what do you feel like?
Eve: Nothing.
She smiles.
Eve: It's just like I wanted.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Is that so? So you feel...not a thing?
Eve: Well, I still want to cut your face off. But that's more from old feelings about what happened to Dr. Kuller than anything I feel now.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: So not even Cyril can elicit a reaction from you now?
Eve: Nothing can. I've tried, believe me, but nothing comes up. I'm a blank slate. Besides the need to commit violence, but I had that before anyway sooooo....
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I see. Well, I would like to test your inability to feel anything myself. Can I interest you in a quick experiment?
Eve: Are you going to shoot me again?
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Of course not.
Eve: Aw....it was such a unique experience....
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Perhaps at a later date we can see just how far your regeneration can go. But, first, the experiment?
Eve: Oh fine, why not. I promise not to try and tear your face off. Not immediately, at least.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I'm comfortable with that.
The Doktor reaches his left hand up to his robotic right and presses a button on his forearm, causing the binds that held Eve's legs and arms to disengage. She stood up, facing him.
Eve: So, what's the experiment?
Doktor Alexander Adversary: It's simple. You truly believe there's not a thing in the world that can bring anything out of you?
Eve: Yes. I'm completely empty on the inside. Nothing can bring something in me awake.
And from behind her a voice spoke.
“Is that so? And after all the trouble I went to to be able to be here today....”
Eve froze up, a look of shock coming over her face as she hears the voice.
Eve: ….Dr. Kuller?
She turns her head, and indeed finds Dr. Cyril Kuller standing behind her, looking quite healthy for a man who bled to death in his office more than a month ago. For a moment there is silence, as Eve just stares wide-mouthed at him. Then her face changes, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she starts running at him, jumping in the air at him and embracing him. She hangs onto him, burying her face into his shoulder as the tears flow. He hugs her back and silence again reigns over the room before Eve finally pushes herself back away from him, looking at him with equal amounts confusion and happiness.
Eve: But...how? I saw...I saw you die. He shot you through the heart.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Well....yes and no.
Eve: Oh don't even start with that, just give me an answer!
Dr. Cyril Kuller: It's true. I was shot by my brother...and I died. But luckily, I have a brother I can trust.
She looked back in time to see the cyborg walk up to them.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I had come to tell Cyril I'd be assisting him in saving you from your fate, and fortunately it had to have been just shortly after what happened happened. I found Cyril dead, but resuscitating him is actually quite an easy feat for my skillset and fortunately there was nothing major to complicate it.
Eve: What, besides his HEART BEING SHOT THROUGH?!
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Like I said, yes and no. Yes I died....but he didn't shoot me through the heart.
Eve: ...come again?
Doktor Alexander Adversary: I have to admit, even I didn't expect something like that. When I saw the wounds I was thinking the same as you. But when I opened him up, imagine my surprise. We all share certain....differences on the inside from humans but Cyril....
Dr. Cyril Kuller: I took an extra step.
He reached up and tapped his chest, where his heart should be.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: I moved this thing a long time ago. There wasn't an organ there for the bullets to hit.
Eve stared at the two of them for a while, jaw slack as she tried to process all of this. Then she began to laugh. The two brothers shared a look of confusion before looking back at Eve, who was hunched over cackling. Finally, wiping tears from her eyes, she looked back up at them.
Eve: That is so fucking stupid, I can't even handle it.
Dr. Kuller hmph'd, crossing his arms in mock annoyance.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Well my bad. Had I known how stupid it was, I wouldn't have done it and I could have just died.
She laughed again.
Eve: Oh, don't get me wrong. It's stupid, but you can't imagine how happy it makes me. It means you're still here and I'm just....so glad.
She hugged him again, before breaking off to look at Doktor Adversary. She gave him a smile.
Eve: And I'm thankful to you as well. You saved him. For that I'm in your debt.
The cyborg waved his hand.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Hardly. Again, let's call it even and start over again. Besides, it means my theory was correct.
Eve: Eh?
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Haven't you noticed?
She blinked a few times, before realization crossed her face.
Eve: I'm...feeling happiness.
Doktor Alexander Adversary: Exactly. It would seem you're not as incapable of it as you thought you were.
Eve: I...I suppose there are still things about my condition that I don't understand.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: And that's just fine.
He put his hands on her shoulders and smiled.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: We're going to find out together, alright?
She smiled back and nodded.
Eve: Nothing would make me happier.
–
But once she was alone, being led to her own room by the nurse, the sludge returned and the joy and relief she felt had faded away far away from where she could reach. She sat on her bed for some hours, staring at the wall, grasping for something. Nothing came, besides a desire to hurt something.
This she knew was bothersome, even though she did not actually feel it. It had already almost cost her something, she couldn't imagine what would have happened if she had murdered the man who had saved Cyril. But, at the same time, the sludge bubbled up and told her that she should have done it, just to see what kind of fascinating events would happen because of it.
Worse than that was the fact that the desire was growing.
Already she could feel it growing in her head, this desire to hurt something, to cause pain, to let blood run. She was empty, and it was growing, so eventually it would fill every bit of her, and then...she could only imagine the bloodshed. And imagining it only made it happier.
She needed answers to the problem, but more than that...
She needed a way to get it under control, and fast.
–
The man sat at the desk, sipping his coffee. It was quite bitter, but it made him feel alive. He continued to drink in silence, shifting some papers on the desk around as he did. None of them were of actual interest to him, but the desk was next to the window, so with the curtain closed and the light bright behind him, to anyone outside it would look like he was at the desk doing work, not realizing he was not who he should be.
He finished his coffee and stood up, fishing a handkerchief from his pocket. He ran it along the cup where his lips had touched it, removing all marks of it. He had no need to worry about fingerprints due to his gloves. He set the coffee down and turned to look at the man who usually sat at the desk.
He lay against a wall, head lolled to the side, staring at nothing. His breathing was steady, but he had clearly checked out. It had taken a good amount of work to get anything from him, but the payoff had been beautiful. He reached down and patted him on the head in thanks, before departing the room, passing through the back door and walking off down the street to his next destination.
As he walked down the street, whistling to himself, he could not help but feel some odd weight in his stomach. It was unexplainable to him, but if he could try and put words to it, he'd call it destiny. Like with each step he was walking toward some important event in his life.
Ah well.
A full stomach would do that.
