Ampoule 13 // Revelation, leading to my psychosis and inspiration [In Person]
[Shiki has finally awoken. He can't escape the last dying memories of excrutiating agony, the burning seething rage that was bubbling within his veins. But once everything had gone black, he'd experienced this moment of.. peace. For the first time in nearly a decade he felt the closest to peace he'd ever experienced. Nothing had mattered, the deaths of his comrades, being tormented by the Premier, his family falling apart, that big empty house of silence where emotions were kept on a chokingly tight chain.
Upon his awake, that pure unadulterated rage brewed within him once more. As though it was manifested as his blood itself. How dare that coward drug him? Dying wasn't an option in his books. Not for the fact he was gone. but for what it stood for. The Perfect King Il-Re had been caught out by an underhanded tactic. He'd shown weakness. That meant anyone could take him down. That he was defeatable. That he wasn't invincible. He wouldn't stand for it-- no he couldn't. No matter what those wretched 'detectives' said or preached about the ideals of a false law. He'd find that monster and make it pay. Make it bleed and suffer as much he'd done him. Make him beg for death but deny him. Not give him the pleasure of escaping that pain. Push him until he broke. Watched the lust for life to disappear completely.
He burst from his room, not paying heed to anything that was out of the ordinary. His eyes weren't the blood red they normally were, but a mahogany brown, but he wasn't about to notice, after all, bigger more important things on his mind. First thing was first, call in a favour with the scruffy detective. But.. Holmes' name wasn't on the plaque. He'd been sent home?]
Tch. How nice.
[What a pain, no matter. He'd find someone else to get answers from. By any means.]