badfic_manor | Ampoule 17 [Private Text] // Lies, Betrayed and the oppressed

He's what? How

[She sends the unfinished text, but quickly reverts to video when she finds that she can't type well; her hands are shaking something chronic, and for the first time in a long time, her mellow disposition shatters to reveal a trembling voice and a badly held expression of calm]

W-what-?? What, but, how? What happened-?!

[He hadn't expected her to reply so soon.. he had, but he hoped otherwise. There was something painful about this whole experience. Normally he didn't care who he killed but it was the circumstances that hurt... He'd.. never had to apologise or deal with mourning those he had in a long time if at all.

Instead of a video he sticks to texting. That way he could remain emotionally distant.]

Edited 2011-04-02 22:56 (UTC)

*~LOCATION SKIP~*

[Nice bangs on Shiki's door, hard - she didn't know if he was even in his room, but by now she's beyond angry]

Ya sorry-?! Get out here and tell me what the FUCK happened!!

*~GOTTA LOVE DAT~*

[Shiki hears the thumping and pulls the covers over his head. The call from within is dull and lacking emotion in that tired way. He hasn't slept since he turned back to his normal self.]

The door's open.

[Just knowing he was in there, and the door slammed shut. At first she just stands there, a little disbelieving that he's still in bed.

Especially when they needed to talk about something so important.]

Get up.

[He knew she'd slam the door, it was inevitable. But it sounded much louder than it would normally - god it felt like he was hungover or something.]

As you wish.

[He slides upright, looking fairly worse for wear. He still doesn't make eye contact.]

[Despite her anger and her sadness, when she next speaks, Nice's voice is quiet. Trembling, and quiet, fists clenched at her sides]

What happened.

[He cracks his neck and exhaled dully.]

It's a long story. But you have to promise to not speak a word of this anyone, you understand?

It's not like I'm up for promisin' you nuthin', but fine.

In my world, there's a steroid drug called Line. It gives the user strength beyond their imagination, but at the cost of their humanity. It's not called the Devil's Drug for nothing - it destroys people and makes them turn on even their most beloved incredibly violently.

I've been tracking the being who's the root source of this drug. The Premier. When I was sent home I was finally given the opportunity to kill him, kill him for all that he put me and my squad through. But when it came to it I was weak. I gave into the paranoia that I wouldn't be strong enough to kill him without the drug as he has all it's powers and more.

[He swallows hard. The very thought driving him mad.]

I bit him and killed him. Because of that I became infected with the virus he carried. It's the purest form of Line possible. It either kills you, or drives you insane. I got the latter. Within a week I took over japan and became it's dictator.

[Shiki pauses and looks up.]

If I was in the right frame of mind you know I would never have done that to John. He's one of the few here that deserve respect.

[She listens - at first impatiently, but as his story draws to a close, she can't help but feel some of her anger ebb away. So it was the Author..

She knew Shiki was pretty no-nonsense; he wouldn't outrightly lie to her face about something this serious]

You're damn right about that...

[After a minute, she looks up, her arms still tightly folded across her chest, but her expression a little more at ease]

..Thanks for tellin' me...

[Shiki looks up, brows drawn.]

I'll make amends when I see him. But you have to swear to not say a word of this to anyone.

[Instead of a text reply, he was going to show up at Shiki's door; he had a vague guess what some of this was about...]

[If nothing else, his normal pattern of knocking would probably be recognized.]

[Rolling to face the door he winces at a stray beam of light coming through the curtains.]

It's open.

[He slips in, at least being gentle with the door and shutting it quietly, and stops, leaning back against it.]

[He has a partial idea what prompted this, and part of what's going on, but he's a bit wary of assuming specifics...]

You'd wanted to see me?

I'm sure you're aware that John's dead.

[It's more of a mumble as he shifts to get himself upright. Having not slept from his own neuroticism keeping him awake he found himself surprisingly docile.]

And that I did it.

[He nods quietly.]

I've heard. I - saw the video that went up that day and had decided it was a good day to stay in my room and read. [Because that...wasn't normal.]

Edited 2011-04-04 20:39 (UTC)

[His brows draw.]

The author did something to me. She gave me more memories I don't remember happening. I was the military dictator of Japan and the new carrier of the Nicole virus - the basis for Line. I gave in to the temptation I criticise and kill others for without thinking about it.

I didn't know what I was doing. I was mad on completely undiluted Line - I didn't care what I was doing.

[Oh. Dear. He's heard enough that while he doesn't know details of the situation, he knows the implications.]

I - what little I saw, I knew it wasn't normal behavior for you - I was mostly staying out of the way quietly and not trying to do something because ... well, things seem more unstable than normal this week, so I didn't think it'd last very long.

[And he's pausing, thoughtfully.] If you remember different things that could be a future, then - you can use that to watch out for what would lead to the one you'd want to avoid.

[He's silent for a while. He didn't know what to think. It was the second situation that'd happened. But both with polar opposite outcomes. One where he was happy - even if he fell into a state of catatonia. The other? Lost it all in his struggle for power.]

That.. would have been for the best.

[He knew Sagaru was right, but that didn't stop his outburst. Getting up sharply he grabbed him by the shoulders.]

You don't understand do you? I didn't remember the Manor when I returned home. If I was weak enough to make the decision once who says I won't be again?

[The first thing to stick out is less related to this than a side tangent, something he's been afraid of and almost avoiding investigating-]

[Because if they don't remember the Manor when they go home, then he'll be right back where he started-]

[But then - Mello didn't remember, while others who'd gone and come back said "here again?" - so he shoves it aside to deal with later.]

...That'll be up to you, if you don't remember - if it's not the only outcome, then it may not happen anyway -

And... of the people who've gone and come back - Mello has returned but doesn't seem to remember this place at all, while others disappear, then return and complain about being here again.

Ampoule 17 [Private Text] // Lies, Betrayed and the oppressed - give me the strength to be the truth

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