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A Maximum Ride Tokyo Ghoul parody. This is an epic psychological horror story. Be warned, this is my most violent fanfic ever, a true mind-blowing thriller.
Arc One: The Ghoul in IEdit
Hello, I am Angel. I'm six years old, and the world I live in is filled with man-eating monsters called ghouls. Ghouls look just like us, except that when they are hungry, their eyes turn black, and their pupils become little red dots.
I, on the other hand, am a human-avian hybrid. I am ninety-eight percent human and two percent bird. I also have a family of five other bird kids: Maximum, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, and Gazzy. My family and I live in Colorado. Well anyway, this is my story, the story of how I went from being an innocent little bird kid to the most feared ghoul ever. Well, where to start?
I guess I'll start where it all happened six months ago. Max had insisted that I went to school, so I was in first grade. On my first day, I found this boy and had my first crush.
After we had been together for a while, we started holding hands and stuff. We both loved books, but not the same genres. I was more into adventure books and he was into horror stories. His favorite story was the Mask of the Red Death by Edger Allen Poe.
One day as I was walking home from school with him, I noticed something... off. All of a sudden, his hands were sweaty and his mouth was watering. Then he said something that chilled me to the bone.
"You look so tasty tonight Angel. My sweet little Angel tastes so good."
I stared at him, but he seemed a bit off. Like his eyes...
We were standing by some road construction. All of a sudden, with no warning, his eyes turned a horrible black and a red spear-like thing came out of his back. I quivered in fear as he picked me up with that thing and threw me into a bulldozer so hard it deformed around me. I coughed up blood.
Next, I felt a sharp pain as he ran that spear-like thing through me like a thousand times. I fell to the ground, blood pooling at my feet. As I started to fade out of consciousness, I saw a huge steel I-beam fall and impale the boy who has done this to me.
The Binge Eater, was my last thought before I passed out.
I woke up in a haze, in a hospital room. Around me, I heard doctors saying, "We have to perform the transplants NOW! I will not let a patient die on me today. That would ruin my reputation."
Reputation, I remembered thinking. Strange thing to be worried about when I was sitting here dying.
"We got multiple puncture wounds piercing vital organs," they continued. "Luckily for her, the boy who was impaled right by her had organs that were in surprisingly good shape. If we hadn't got there sooner she would have died for sure."
I frantically tried to tell them not to do the transplant. Those were ghoul's organs, and I was sure if they did the transplant, I would become a ghoul, but I couldn't. They put a tube in my throat so I could breathe. I thrashed around as well as a person strapped to a hospital bed could, which was to say, not working at all.
Eventually, a nurse noticed I was awake and used a syringe to sedate me.
I fell into comatose, and when I came to, I was out of the ICU, sitting in recovery, waiting for my family to pick me up. Eventually, Max stopped by, in tears, wailing about how this was all her fault, and yada, yada, yada. I really didn't give a fuck whose fault it was. I was just worried about that ghoul transplant.
Later, after I left the hospital, I left the house. I was feeling sub-par, so I found myself walking down a pitch-black alleyway. I saw a couple of thugs trying to stab this poor old woman.
"HEY FUCKERS, why don't you pick on someone who actually stands a chance?" I screamed. The two goons turned at me with a disturbing smile on their faces, and I noticed the black eyes, but somehow this time it didn't seem to faze me. I did something REALLY unexpected. I smiled and started laughing my ass off.
"God doesn't like you boys," I said. One of my eyes turned black, and next thing I knew, the alleyway is soaked in their blood. After I realized what I had done, I curled in a ball and cried. I'd become a monster.
I went home in total denial of the other side of me. Max tried to bug me into eating dinner, but I was out of it. I think I told her to fuck off, but she didn't seem too fazed. Eventually, I reasoned if I were actually a ghoul, then human food would make me sick. I'd skipped dinner, so I went to my fridge and started binge eating.
The food tasted nasty. It tasted like dog shit. Trust me, I knew what that tasted like.
"Ah no, I am going to be..." I growled. I started throwing up blood, and shoved more food down, because I could not, just could not accept the fact that I was a ghoul.
Eventually, after an hour or so of making a mess in the kitchen, throwing up blood, then shoving more food in my bloody mouth hole, I resorted to my last option. "If I am a ghoul, then this knife won't hurt me," I said, hoping for the worse. I tried to disembowel myself, jamming the knife into my stomach. The knife shattered and so did my hope of ever having a normal life.
The next afternoon, I found myself listening to Godsmack. I tried to kill myself for the past eighteen hours.
After all the experimenting, and destroying expensive knives and hatchets, I finally found a metal that caused damage. Black iron could actually pierce my skin.
I sat in my room, absently sewing into my skin. This was it, a blade made of black iron, the perfect weapon to end this miserable existence. I was ready to stab myself in the neck when my wall exploded around me and I was thrown onto the ground. I started coughing up blood.
Ironically, when I was about to die, I suddenly developed a will to live. I was hauled to my feet, bound, and gagged. Before could even utter a scream for help, I felt a sharp pain in my arm.
It was some sort of sedate, and within seconds, I was out cold. When I woke up, I was in a dark room surrounded on all sides by instruments of torture and death. Needles, knives, an Iron Madden, and something that if I described to you, you would shit your pants and commit suicide. I sat there, contemplating my terror for a minute when suddenly a tall, heavy built man came into the room wearing a hockey mask.
"My child, today just isn't your day, now is it?" he said. I couldn't tell if he was sarcastic or actually caring.
I looked at him with utter contempt. He promptly responded by bitch slapping me so hard it knocked me across the room. He appeared in front of me, picked me up by the throat, and slammed me down to the ground so hard that it formed a small crater. I coughed up more blood than I knew I had.
He proceeded to strap me to a table. Smiling, he said, "You got moxie? I am going to enjoy torturing you to death. First, I think I will hammer fifteen nails in each hand and on every major joint in your hands, then peel off your finger nails one by one, and to top it off, I am going to remind you of the monster you are by cutting off all your fingers and toes, and as soon as they grow back I will do it again and again, over and over as you count down from one thousand by sevens. And, you will cooperate because if you don't I will kill your family."
I started whimpering at the thought. Not even the whitecoats at the school were this fucking sadistic.
"I guess now is as good a time as any to start," the man said as he drove in the first nail. I screamed in pain. "One thousand minus seven!" he shouted.
I could barely think straight. Suddenly, he whipped me on my right cheek, then my left. After he whipped me several more times, I eventually muttered, "Nine-hundred ninety-three!" I cringed with pain as he drove in the next nail and I said, "Nine-hundred eighty-six!"
I was a complete mess of tears and blood, when suddenly, there was an explosion along with the sound of gunfire.
It took me a little while to realize it, but I was being rescued. I looked at the person wearing the blue bunny mask and asked, "Who are you?"
The person in the bunny mask looked at me and said cheerily, "It's me, Max. I have come to rescue you."
I look at her, tears brimming in my eyes. Before I could say anything, she was undoing my straps and putting me on her shoulders. As we were making our escape, I noticed something unnerving.
"Max? Where did the creepy psychopathic torturer guy with the foot fetish go?" I asked, fearing the worse.
Max just looked at me like I'm crazy and said, "I have no idea who you could possibly be referring to."
Suddenly, her expression darkened as if she suddenly remembered something very horrible. I looked at her with big innocent eyes and asked, "What's the matter Max?"
She looked at me as if she had just seen a ghost. "Nothing," she lied.
I gave her a look that said, "I know that's a lie," but decided to keep my mouth shut.
Abruptly, Max decided to change the subject. "I sure am glad to have you back. I was worried that you would be dead already."
I looked at her with a knowing look and said, "Max, I think I'm a ghoul."
Suddenly, Max stopped in her tracks. "You think you're a what?" she almost screamed.
I looked at her, annoyed. "A ghoul," I repeated. "I think that when they did the organ transplants, I was given organs from a ghoul, and that might have turned me into one."
Max gave me a look of what seemed like pity. "Its okay, either way you are my ba-" she started to say.
Then, suddenly, without any warning, everything went black.
Contrary to what I thought would happen, I woke up in a comfy bed with a strange girl looking at me. She was obviously a ghoul, but for that reason I didn't know, she wasn't eating my family at that moment. I looked at her. "What is your name?" I asked.
She smiled at me. "My name is Takano," she answered sweetly. "How about you, sweetie?"
I looked at her suspiciously and eventually said, "Angel, my name is Angel. Say, if you're a ghoul, then why haven't you eaten my family?"
She gave me a look of absolute horror, as if I was crazy for even suggesting the possibility. Eventually, after determining that I was serious she responded. "Not all ghouls go around eating every person they see. In fact, almost every person at this diner had never killed their own meals before," she explained. "We here at Ontaku provide the service of giving them a meal that is not killed by ghouls. Our meals here come from humans who have ended their own lives."
I looked at her in shock. "So you're telling me that you eat people who committed suicide? Why?"
She looked confused. "What? This is a shit ton better than going around killing innocent people. Considering our options, this is definitely the best option we have."
I looked at her and realized that she was right, but at that moment, I couldn't eat anything that I knew was human. At some point, I gathered enough strength to get myself out of bed and wandered out into the hallway.
Walking down the hallway, I stumbled into a girl about my age. She looked at me with a worried look. "Who are you?" she asked. "My mommy tells me not to talk to strangers"
"My name is Angel," I said.
She smiled widely. "My name is Hinami Feugachi," she said.
I smiled back. "That's a nice name. Did your mom give it to you? Speaking of which, where are your parents?"
Suddenly her smile faded, and she looked at her feet. I started to see tears falling to her shoes. "I'm sorry. I didn't know they were dead. I should have been more sensitive."
All of a sudden, her innocent face looked up to scowl at me. "They didn't just die, idiot, they were murdered. Murdered by the CCG. That bastard, Inspector Tsunamori killed my father, and then my mother died protecting me from that stupid cunt."
I looked at her with surprise. I had no idea she had gone through so much. Max walked up behind me. "Come to the meeting room," she said. "The owner wants to discuss something with the flock."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, and then reluctantly followed her.
I walked down some stairs. I was greeted by a tall elderly gentleman. The man gave me a suspicious look, but then his expression softened.
"Hello there, I am the proprietor here at Ontaku. My name is Kaname Keiche, what is your name?"
I gave him a confused look. Was this some kind of test? I wondered, caught off guard.
I realized that it was just a question. "My name is Angel," I said. "Nice to meet you."
He responded with a friendly smile. Suddenly, the tensions left the room and I settled down a little.
"So, let's get down to the elephant in the room. We have one ghoul and five humans in our cafe that can now go outside and reveal our location," he said. "Now look, I don't want to kill these humans, but we also can't let them leave, as they might inform the CCG.
"As we know, the CCG, or Commission of Counter Ghouls, has become even bolder and brash. We can't ignore this lapse in security. Also, we can't let the person responsible for this lapse to go unpunished." As he said this, both Takano and I go pale.
I eventually look up at Kaname. "Are you fucking serious? This is my family that we are talking about. It's not like we asked to come here, so why should they be punished for something that was not their choice? If Takano hadn't brought us here, I would be in my bed with my family, safe, right now," I screamed.
Takano looked at me angrily. "You guys would have walked into their trap," she said. "They had set up reconnaissance units at your house. You would be dead before you could say 'the fuck?' so I would think you would be more grateful to me for saving you, you little brat!" With that, Takano storms off and slams the door, and I'm left behind with a lingering feeling of guilt.
Later, I decided to go and apologize, but I have never been good at that sort of thing. I walked up to Takano's door and quietly opened it. Since it was easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission, who knew, maybe she was in a forgiving mood.
She's not in her room, but I notice light coming from under her bathroom door, so I open her bathroom door and what I see shocks me to my core. Takano was lying on the tile floor with a needle stuck in her arm. She was furiously scratching at her arm.
"Takano? Is this a bad time?" I asked with a slight quiver in my voice.
Suddenly, she looked up. "Of course not, you little shit!" she screamed. Without warning, before I could blink, she had me by the throat, pinned against a wall.
"I just wanted to say I was sorry," I choked out as tears started to accumulate from lack of oxygen.
She smiled sarcastically. "Well, sorry just makes everything okay now doesn't it?"
I was literally shaking with fear when she said, "Tell you what. I will let you live if you can make me laugh."
At that moment, she bitch slapped me across the room and I coughed up blood. A large queenkay came out of her back and the thought and the fear of how much I knew they hurt made me literally piss myself.
Takano seamed to find this amusing because she started laughing like the crazy person she may very well be. "A deal is a deal," she said. "I won't kill you, but I didn't say anything about half dead. Now did I?"
I broke down and cried at the thought of the queenkay. As I lied there, whimpering, she started beating me with her Queenkay. I screamed out in pain as I lay there, bleeding on the floor. Suddenly, Hinami walked in and stepped in front of me and for a reason I didn't know, Takano came to her senses.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like this Hinami," she said abruptly. "It's just so hard not being unappreciated." Promptly, she is on the floor crying more than I was.
I tried to open my eyes, but it seemed like blood had glued my eyes shut. I started calling for Max. After she came and helped me get cleaned up, I told her what happened.
"Well, it seems to me that she was using the arm candy because she was depressed from lack of appreciation, and that stuff makes you violent. That explains why she attacked you."
I nodded because I understood that. Takano was just another poor soul struggling with depression.
That night I found myself listening to Slipknot while absently cutting into my arm, smiling as the blood poured down my wrist and dripped off my fingertips. Just then Max walked in.
"What the fuck are you doing!" she demanded.
I looked at her sadly, surrendering. "I'm a complete monster, both literally and figuratively. I'm merely treating myself like the monster I'm." At this point, I started crying. "Why couldn't that accident have just killed me?" I broke down on the floor and cried. Max enveloped me in a massive bear hug.
"I know it must be hard sweetie, but that is no reason to wish your life away," she soothed.
I looked up at her sadly. "But Max, not only am I a creature that literally survives off of human suffering, but I'm an insensitive asshole."
Max surprised me by slapping me across the face. She looked at me angrily. "Don't you ever say another bad thing about yourself! I love you Angel, I love you too much to let you wallow in self-pity. Now, I want you to cheer up and come to Brewster's for ice cream. Will that make you feel better?"
I wiped my tears off with my sleeve and nodded my head. "Good," she said. "Then clean that blood off your arm and come downstairs."
I nodded again and thought, I'm really glad to have Max around.
I sat on a bench eating ice cream with Max, talking about nothing really, when all of a sudden, a black windowless van rolled up.
I turned and looked at Max. "What's that?"
She looked at me with worry and shouted, "RUN!"
I got up, but before I could get twenty feet away, I felt a sharp pain in my side. I tripped and collapsed on the ground.
"What the fuck is this?" I screamed, feeling the painful spot and not finding anything sharp. I looked down at my side and realized it was a Taser.
This man in a black suit and black hair walked up to me and held up a needle. "Unfortunately for you, the only tissue soft enough for me to inject this in is the tear ducts," he announced.
I winced as he held open my eye and injected the contents of the syringe. I screamed out in pain, and almost immediately pass out.
When I finally woke up, I was in the same torture chamber that I was rescued from last time. The only difference was that now Max and Gazzy were tied up on the floor.
At that point, I noticed that the sadist with the foot fetish was standing right behind me. He traced his finger across my wing and I almost threw up.
"Don't worry, little Angel. You will die soon enough, but first, I will have you to make a choice," he said.
I looked at him like he was crazy. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I said.
He smirked. "You get to choose which one of your friends I kill. I want you to have a guilty conscience as I torture you to death."
I look at him in horror. How could I possibly make that kind of choice? "Are you fucking crazy? There is no fucking way that I could ever fucking choose. I could never fucking conde-" I started to say when I was interrupted.
"Either you choose one, or I kill both," he growled playfully, though neither the situation nor his words were playful. "Either way, you're screwed."
Immediately, Max spoke up. "Angel, don't worry about me. Just save Gazzy. Don't worry. I know you will get out of this alive. Angel, just promise me that you will survive."
The man in the mask kicked her in the stomach. "Oh look, we have a volunteer. How sweet?" he mocked. "With that, I will give you 'till the count of three before I go ahead and kill both."
I stared at him, frozen with fear. He grinned and started counting down. "Three, two, o-"
"STOP!" I shouted. "Just kill me, please just kill me! Don't kill them, kill me instead, you idiot!"
He looked at me with something almost like amusement. "How unfortunate. Just so happens, for you, that weren't an option. Look, it's easy, just go eeny meeny miney moe, this one!" he exclaims, picking up Max by the neck. Without any emotion, he crushed her throat.
"Look, see how easy that was? But you didn't do that, so now I have to kill both of them."
"NO! BLOODY MURDER!" I screamed. He picked up Gazzy by the throat and the sound that came out of my mouth was something wild, inhuman, and almost like pain, but not quite. It was the sound of me dying on the inside.
With a look of almost boredom, he crushed Gazzy's throat, and my will to live. He looked back at me with a condescending look. "Ouch, at look what you just did," he laughed sarcastically. "You just killed two people. How can you possibly atone for this?" He eyed me like I should have known what was coming, but in truth, I didn't give a fuck whether I died in pain or not.
"I know," he continued. "I will torture you until your only hope and prayer is for death." As if, I wasn't already at that point.
I went into a state of shock as he chained me to a table and started ripping off my fingernails, me screaming in agony. I rolled my head in his direction, spat on him, and I was rewarded with a smack to the face. I laughed.
"You fucking moron, you think you can even faze me with this shit? You are such a stupid ass motherfucking sadistic son of a bitch, yet this is the best you can come up with?"
His face only continued to show amusement. "All right. You think I can't come up with anything worse? Besides, you did just call me a stupid ass motherfucking son of a bitch. Watch this," he said. I immediately took back everything I said as he pulled out a white-hot black iron rod and shoved it into my eye.
You thought my first scream was bad? I'm not even going to describe this one, and not anything you try to imagine would be as bloodcurdling, wild, chilling, flesh cutting as this scream. I screamed out in terror, grief, and sorrow for the utter stupidity of my life, and I blacked out, cold, as dead as, well, dead.
Episode Ten Edit
While still out, the ghoul whose organs I had appeared in my dream-like state.
"I know that you want out of this, and all you have to do is let me in," he promised. You let my madness take over and I promise that we will splatter this sadist on the walls."
I look at him with not anger, but almost pity. "I'll never let you have full control," I said. "Here is what will happen. You will give me the power to defeat this sadist, and after that I get to keep control."
"It doesn't work like that," he said "The madness will take over eventually, but be my guest and give it a try."
Right as he said that, I woke up laughing like a hyena on speed. The man in the hockey mask looked at me with a creped out expression on his face.
"What is so Goddamn funny?" he demanded.
With that, I snap the binds holding me to the table and launch myself at him.
Arc Two: Decisions Edit
Episode Eleven Edit
I had finally broken free and I was ready to kill that sadist. I snap kicked that sadist's head and he caught my foot. In response, I did a twirl that ended up snapping my leg bones into shards, so kicked him with my other leg.
He flew across the room and created a giant crater in the concrete wall, and I landed gracefully, since my leg healed almost instantly.
I watched in amusement as my torturer got up and summoned his Queankay. He charged at me full speed with intent to impale me, but I grabbed the Queankay with one hand, threw him through the eleven-inch thick black iron door, and watched as he created a giant crater.
I walked up to him. "Now, it seems the tables have turned, don't you-"
He interrupted me with, "You little shit, do you-"
Before he could say more, I reached into his chest and literally ripped his heart out of his chest. He looked at me with pure shock.
"Look, you were just now trying to kill me, so what is coming you completely deserve. Now, I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to eat you," I smiled. "How ironic, you always had the personality of a piece of shit, now you are going literally become shit."
I took a bite out of his shoulder as he was lying there, still alive. "You taste like shit," I said. "How appropriate."
I continued eating at him, listening with joy to his screams of pain. Eventually, I decided that I would like to know the name of the man I was eating, so I asked.
He looked at me and said, "My name is Yamori."
"Now I know the name of the man I'm killing," I said. "After all that this shit he did to my family and me, I really couldn't help but to enjoy his pain and suffering." As I ate him, my hair turned white, and my ghoul eye glowed black and red.
Later, after I finished devouring my foe, I walked back to Ontaku's, went to my room, and cried. I cried for the death of Max and Gazzy, I cried about the monster I had become, and as I was wallowing in self-pity, I decided to go join the gang of ghouls known as "Algiri."
Episode Twelve Edit
200 years ago...
"911, what is your emergency?" the woman on the other end frantically responded.
"My husband has gone crazy. He is swinging a machete at us! Please get here now before he..." Suddenly, the line went silent, and I was worried.
I was about to asked where she was when I heard a loud thwack like sound, and then a blood-curdling scream. "AHH!"
I quickly said, "Hello, are you there?" There was no answer. "Dispatchers are on the way!"
Later, after police arrive, they find the macabre bodies of two small children and a human of about the age of thirty-two. All three bodies were mangled beyond recognition, though it didn't take long to find the person who did it. Now, the only question was why?
After several unfruitful interrogation sessions, we eventually determined that the killer was indeed crazy, so they checked him into Colorado Asylum and Reformatory in the "Incurables" wing.
"Thank you, Doctor Lucas, for doing this," I said.
He looked at us. "No problem. Yamori will be in good hands."
We walk away, confident that we made the right call.
Later that night the police get another frantic call, this time from the hospital.
"Come here quick! That latest crazy you brought here has just killed everyone on the bottom floor. We are stuck. Shit! He's coming. HELP!"
Once we get there, we discover something very disturbing. Not only is Yamori not there, but we discover that one particular doctor had chunks of flesh missing, and there was a trail of blood leading to a room. In that room, we found instruments of torture.
"Looks like might have misplaced our trust in this hospital. It appears they were performing Lobotomies in here."
As I was walking out the door, I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and then everything goes black.
Episode Thirteen Edit
Apparently, the fact that I not only killed, but ate Yamori, was news enough for them to give me a job as squad captain for Algiri immediately. This was my first mission, breaking into a maximum-security prison for ghouls.
The prison in question was simply referred to as the "Pit," for lack of a better description. The truth was, no ghoul had ever returned from the "Pit" alive. I was leading a four-man squad to destroy it.
I looked at the driver and said, "Pull over here. This is where our informant told us the transporter would pass." The driver pulled over.
I look at my squad and say, "now look, this plan is risky, but these orders come from the very top so if we don't do this then 'Leader' will have our asses for sure. Understood?"
They look back at me with respect and admiration and say, "yes, my lord!"
I will never get tired of hearing that. Also, I now have a mask to hide my identity. It has an eye patch covering the human eye. Interestingly enough, I am known by the investigators as the Eye-patch.
I glance down the road and see the van coming. "Showtime folks" I say with a smile. With that out of the way, we attack the van.
"Remember to place the C-4 on the fuel line, so as not to damage our precious cargo," I say.
As I am talking, I hear the explosion go off, "Okay, everyone, NOW!" I say.
My squad sets about killing the inspectors. After a couple of minutes, the battle is won, but nothing could have prepared me for who stepped out of the van. The target of our mission,
"Hinami?" I say. She completely loses her cool, and I may or may not have burst into tears at the sight of her, thus losing some respect from my squad.
After a relatively short reunion, we head back to base.
Back at the base, "Leader" comes into the room.
"Ah... I see that you brought back our target. I know that I promised a break after this, but this mission is urgent," she said.
I stared at him blankly. A simple, "Thank you," would have sufficed. I sighed. "Okay, but you fucking owe us one," I said.
He grinned. "If this mission is a complete success, then this could eventually mean the freedom of all ghouls. As you know, our goal is for ghouls and humans to be able to live side by side."
I looked at him with a renewed interest. "Well?" I demanded. "Don't fucking leave us in the dark. Shit, just fucking tell us."
He grinned at me. "Look, stage one is to free ALL the ghouls from the pit and take it over by any means necessary," he said.
"So, I suppose that the humans won't WILLINGLY give the base to us?" I said.
He looked at me suspiciously. "What? And why would you, of all people, care about the lives of some humans?" he demanded. "Anyway, on the off chance that they go peacefully, only then you can let the ones that behave leave."
I eyed him suspiciously, but decided to do it anyway.
Later that night, as we were sneaking through the air ducts, I noticed something peculiar.
"What the fuck are they doing?" I asked myself. I saw ghouls being experimented on, tortured, and having there queankays harvested.
"So that is where investigators get there queankays," I realized in shock.
Someone on the ground said, "Do you hear something?"
I nearly pissed myself. The air duct fell out from underneath me. I guessed the element of surprise was out of the question. I turned to the scientists and said, "God doesn't like you boys." I impaled the two scientists.
"Die fuckers!" I screamed as they looked at me in shock. With that, I snapped their necks and proceeded to free the two ghouls strapped to the table. That was when I realized not only that these two girls were not much older than me, but they only had one ghoul eye.
"Are you two, uh...?" I stuttered.
"Yes we are half breeds," one of them responded. "Also, yes, we are identical twins. I am Yamaru and my sister is Tatski."
I wanted to say something, but all I could do was nod. Then, they attacked me.
I staggered back. "What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded. "Shit, I'm trying to fucking save you."
Tatski grinned at me. "You killed Yamori, so I don't trust you. Who is to say you won't do the same to us?"
Okay, that pissed me off. At that moment, I attacked her with a snap kick to the head and she staggers. I shoot her the bird.
"You know what? You can go fuck yourselves," I sneered. "If you can't trust me then I have no reason to let you live long enough to betray me."
I smiled and giggled like a crazy, but then again maybe I was crazy. It seemed to me that my moral compass was completely gone. I ran to Tatski and impaled her with my Queankay. I smiled as her blood poured out onto the floor. I impaled her again and again and again, but I just couldn't STOP!
I started beating her into the ground even after I was sure she was dead. I punched her and again and again and again, over and over and over again, into her face, her chest, everywhere.
I picked her up and grabbed her arms, ripping her in half. It started raining blood and I was laughing in the blood rain. At that point, I knew my moral compass had gone to shit.
I was beyond help and the strange thing was, I didn't give a fuck. I figured my soul was screwed anyway, so I devoured the corpse piece by piece.
As for the twin sister, she was so terrified that she ran off probably even before her sister died. After I finished eating, I got up and staggered away like a psychopathic drunk.
It was surprisingly easy, clearing that place out. I stare in shock at the pile of corpses I leave, and then I realize that I didn't give a fuck. I walk back to the van and head to base. After I arrive 'leader' gave us a hero's welcome, just kidding.
Leader looks at me and says, "I am very impressed. I honestly thought you would have died, but I guess that if you have to kill someone then you have to do it yourself." at that, he attacks me. I come in with a face shattering punch to the head, he retaliates with a spine snapping kick to the neck, and we both fly.
I come back with a punch, that he blocks with another punch and our fists collide with a supersonic boom. I then retaliate with a kick, which again he matches I then punch him in the stomach with no warning.
he fly's, I then use my Queankay and stab him, first through the throat, then the heart, then the stomach, over and over and over again.
I throw him to the ground, and start tearing him to pieces with my teeth, piece by piece I devour him. His screams are music to my ears. I watch as his face contorts in pain.
His face twisted by anguish. I put my hands on his face, while placing my thumbs on his eye sockets. I start adding pressure. He starts to scream again, and I add more and more pressure, slow, but steady, enjoying his anguished screams.
I smile as my thumbs start to get wet with his blood. He screams even louder. I continue adding pressure, then his eyes pop and I say, "Pop goes the weasel."
I then proceed to put my foot on his head and start adding pressure, more and more and more, blood and tears pouring out of his eyes as he screams, as I add pressure, his head starts deforming and the veins become more and more visible, his mouth an O of surprise as his head inevitably explodes.
It paints the walls red. I then rip him in half and start eating him piece by piece. I look at Hinami and say, "come back to Ontakus" she nods, too scared to defy me.
When I arrive at Ontakus, I am greeted by Takano with a back handed slap to the face. The strange thing is that I didn't respond by killing her, but instead I fell to the ground crying as she continues to kick me while I'm down. After about ten minutes of that I am on the ground bleeding and just as Takano is about to kill me, Kaname pulls her away and say's "I understand that you are mad, but that doesn't mean you have a right to kill her."
I look at him with a tear streaked face "Thank you," I said. Ironically enough, he just glared at me. Kaname looks at me and says, "Don't think this means that we forgive you, you little shit" with that one line of speech my eyes sink, as does my hope.
I started to cry, only now there was no one there to comfort me. Or so I thought, just then Hinami, a girl I hardly paid much attention to, comes up behind me and hugs me. At that, I feel a little bit of warmth in my heart, as I realize that I am not the most hated person in the world because at least one person still cares. At that moment, I realize that I have to protect Hinami at all costs.
Later that night I was back in my bedroom when suddenly there is a knock on the door, "COME I-IN!" I say cheerily. Fang walks into the room with his usual dark and unreadable expression, and what happened next I could have seen coming, but didn't. Fang looks at me and says, "You could've saved Max! You shouldn't have come back you little shit!"
I shiver at those words and wince as I remember the beating I endured at the hands of Takano. Just then, Fang picks me up by my neck and throws me across the room. With my luck I end up hitting my head on a stud in the wall, I shiver as I feel the warm blood run down the back of my neck.
I don't have to take this, I could rip him to shreds and leave him an unrecognizable mangled mess of flesh and bone, but I'm not, because I am not naive enough to think that I don't deserve every bone shattering blow that I receive.
It's not like these blows will kill me, but if it helps make him feel better then I deserve to be the vent for his frustration and anger. Just then, Fang pulls out a black iron knife and stabs me and I do something I didn't expect, I start begging for mercy.
Fang starts to look at me as if he has just woken up from a dream and then say's "I'm sorry, it seems that I have forgotten the promise I made to Max before she died trying to rescue you. I promised that I would protect you with my life, please forgive me?"
I look at him in confusion "no, I am the one who should be sorry. If it wasn't for me then Max and Gazzy would still be alive," I say in tears, and then Fang envelopes me in a massive hug and I sob uncontrollably.
After a while things slowly started to go back to the way things were. That is until the day the CCG raided our place, "what is that!" I ask as I hear a suspicious sound outside the window. Just then, the window shatters and Fang drops to the floor, then Takano, then Kaname, then Iggy, and finally Nudge.
I immediately push Hinami to the ground, and not a second too soon, just then I hear windows breaking and combat boots in the hallway. With Hinami in tow, I jump out the window with my wings spread and try to gain as much altitude as possible.
Let me just tell you, it didn't take long for me to discover that Hinami was afraid of heights, "LET ME DOWN, PLEASE, I'M GOING TO DIE, I'M GOING TO DIE, I'M GOING TO DIE!" she says.
She starts wiggling, thrashing, and kicking. If she doesn't calm down soon, then I won't be able to keep my grip and she WOULD die. I have to make a tough decision, either let Hinami on the ground where she will likely die or knock her out so I can carry her to safety.
Eventually I decided to knock her out since I figured that it would be a shit ton more humane than leaving her for dead, I try to make it fast.
Unfortunately, there is only so much one can do so I take a frying pan out of my bag of stuff I stole a few miles back and swing it at her head with what I hope is less than lethal force.
She immediately goes limp, and I immediately feel bad. I take a brief second to look at her face and see it gave her a black eye, a bloody nose, and a busted lip, but my fear quickly subsides when I hear a shuddering breath come from her.
I sigh and keep going, "looks like that was a less than lethal blow after all, I am so relieved" before too long, I find a cabin in the woods and decide to stop for the night.
After about six and a half hours, Hinami came to. I look at her and say; "are you okay?" she just glares at me and says, "Shit, did you have to fucking hit me over the head? Shit, my head hurts" I look at her with sympathy.
I say, "Well, in my defense it was either that or drop you, and there was no fucking way that I was going to drop your skinny white ass. So, just think to yourself. Which is fucking worse? A little headache or death?" she looks at me guiltily, and lies down.
I walk over to the bag and grab an ice pack. I decide to go out and hunt some food, "Hinami, I need you to stay here and behave while I go hunting. As I am out hunting, I notice something, "okay, real funny Hinami, just real funny" I say sarcastically, but then I notice that there are Erasers roaming.
I look back in the direction of the cabin. Next thing I know, I feel a horrible pain on the back of my head, and everything goes black. My last thought before I pass out is, "stay safe Hinami, I am coming."
I wake up at the school, "well, shit" I say. I look over next to me with a sense of dread, praying that I don't see Hinami next to me. I sigh when I realize she is no-where within sight.
after about an hour of me being awake some white-coats had finally decided to come in and I thought to myself (as soon as I get out of this cage I am going to kill these motha-fuckas, there isn't any way I am going to let a single punk ass mutha-fuckas live to tell the tail). A male one walks over to my cage and opens my cage, and as soon as he does, he is already dead before he can even utter as much as a whimper.
I sneak up behind another one and choke him to death. I smile as I watch the life leave his eyes. Eventually I am going through the lab hunting people down. By the time I am done, the halls are painted red with blood.
As I walk through the blood stained hallways of the school, I spot Hinami "HELP ME!" Hinami says and I run over and rip the cage off its hinges. She bolts out and envelopes me in a bear hug, "let's blow this joint!" I say and we head away from the school.
We were homeless, aimless and yet, we were happier than we had been in a long time. I stop, "Hinami? We are flying and you're not freaking out?" I say. She looks up at me and says, "I figured that my fear was irrational because you would never drop me in a million years. So, I got over the fear? You know what? I think that you are more right than you know."
I find an empty trailer that looks relatively safe and decide that it is as good a place as any to hide Hinami from the shit-storm that is about to unfold. After dropping Hinami off, I headed back to Algiri and rounded up all the ghouls that had been rescued and told them to prepare for battle at dawn.
When the morning came, we knew that this battle was all or nothing. Either we would walk away free or not at all. I look at my second in command and say "NOW!" at that moment the battle began and I took a strategic position atop a skyscraper, I pull out a PGM Hecatte II, and start picking people off.in fact it was almost halfway through the battle before someone directly confronted me.
I lay there picking off soldiers when all of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my back. I turn over to see what it is "you stupid mother-fucker!" I shout then try to impale him.
Only he dodges it and reacts with a face-smashing blow that knocks me off of the roof and into another skyscraper.
I cough up blood when I slam into steel I beam. I spit out a tooth "you really are one stupid as mother fucker aren't ya?" I say then spread my wings and fly towards him. I throw a punch, which he immediately counters with his own, and our arms explode, and to my surprise, his arm grew back like mine.
I look at him with morbid curiosity and say "so tell me, what is the name of the man I am about to kill?" he grins at me and says, "The man who will kill you is first lieutenant Pilot. I am the leader of this little counter brigade. You defeat me and my army will retreat and you win, but only if YOU defeat me. If anyone helps, then my men turn into suicide bombers and kill your men off with mine."
Before he can say anything else, I punch him off the building and then drop kicked him so hard that he hit the ground with a supersonic boom. I land and I am immediately struck with a spine shattering kick.
I respond by drop kicking him into the ground again, only this time I tear off his arms. I pick him up by the throat and carry us high up into the atmosphere, I through him up into the air and just as I am about to drop kick him he bites off my left wing and we both spiral towards almost certain death.
I grab a hold of him and start tearing him apart as we fall to the ground. Within seconds, he is dead, and it seems like an eternity for the ground to take me to the sweet embrace of death. after what felt like an eternity everything went black and I guess it was for the best that a murderer like me did not see the world I helped create, oh-well I guess I will finally get to know if God is on my side or not.
GOODBYE FOREVER BITTERSWEET LIFE
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