A trip down memory lane, part two.

[iattractmushi]

Characters: Cloud (iattractmushi), Lea (seeya_next_life), Zombie (fewterer), and Boss (datswhatshesaid)
Date/Time: Forward dated slightly to Saturday, May 29th
Location: Fourth Floor
Rating: Um... probably PG-13, for death and violence? Idk
Summary: The elevator finally opens, releasing its victims onto the fourth floor. They see four memories, one from each of their pasts.

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[fewterer]

He knew coming here was bad. It always was bad. So this memory had concluded the story of the children in that...kindergarten of hell. His first memory in the Sphere had him being attacked by a monster. This time he was the monster. Even as some kid he had killed all those people. No one did anything, they just let him rip through those children as if they were nothing. Yet they were the same at him. They had the metal collars too, they were subjects to some science experience, they were being forced to fight. So why was he the only one alive? How did he get into that situation? This wasn't normal at all.

Zombie had fired shots at the scientists during the memory, only taking seconds do undo the safety. He didn't care if it was just some hologram. He didn't give a shit. When the focus was back on him, he even shot himself in the head. He avoided the ripped apart girl in his arms, though. He was a monster who should have died with those other children. He had no reason to be alive.

He knew how much of a freak he was. He knew he was from some modified human soldier program. There was something in his spine which caused this "dog" inside him to thrive and crave blood lust and chaos. Normal people don't shoot their hands and heal. Normal people don't kill their own brethren by ripping off their arms and punching a hole through their stomachs.

He was far from normal.

When the memory passed, he stopped shooting. He lowered his gun, staring at the floor. He was still holding the gun, but it wasn't directed at any of the surrounding people. He didn't give a shit about them or what they saw. Right now that memory he just saw was replaying in his mind over and over again like some broken tape. The girl in his memory said it didn't hurt, but he knew she was lying. Having half your body ripped off couldn't have possibly have been nothing less than severly painful.

Zombie said nothing, his brain still processing everything that he had just seen; he did come to the conclusion he didn't deserve to live rather quickly, though.

[seeya_next_life]

Giving a start when the sound of gunshots rang out, Lea's attention was torn from the horrific carnage of the scene playing out in front of them, and he quickly moved as far away from Anger Management Boy as he could. Okay, portals would have been really nice right about now. He could handle the scary movie marathon, but if people were going to start acting out the scenes, he was asking for a refund.

He made a point not to make a snide comment Anger Management Boy's way, as much as he might have wanted to. Kagerou would be very upset with him if he came home shot full of holes, after all.

Well, with Cloud, himself, and the angry guy out of the way, that just left Boss. And Lea was pretty sure that he never wanted to see what the hell was going on in Boss's head. He only hoped that it would be short.

[iattractmushi]

Cloud said nothing throughout the whole memory-viewing, his face trying to be a blank mask but with shock and horror slipping through.

The smell of blood lingered in Cloud's nose long after the memory faded away. He continued to stand in silence, not looking at anyone, trying to absorb the horror of it.

Those had been children. And another child had killed them. While other people, adults, watched. Like they had been testing the child murderer.

What kind of world did Zombie come from, that they could do that to children?