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July 8th, 1997. Roughly around 2 AM.
It is dark and it is wet. Freezing fucking cold and there's nothing. This is how nights went. Most of the time. It's been so long i don't quite remember when it wasn't like this.
Well, I do. I remember coming here, but it was a while ago. I mean, the passage of time for me is so much more odd that it's even hard to judge what time it is. Not that i know anyway, i can't read a clock. Or words. Or numbers for that manner. But it's not like I need too really. I don't have access to that kind of stuff.
I suppose how i got here is real complicated. I'm not quite sure where i am, like, i guess country wise. I mean, i could be in america still? I think it's possible. But then that wouldn't explain some of the scenery and whatever. I remember getting here on a boat. It was a long time ago now, but i was locked in this big container thing. Me and a handful of other kids my age. I was nothing special. Had no fancy devil contract or power or whatever. Not then anyway.
Some time later, finally i ended up somewhere, here. I was the only one that lived. I was stuck with dead bodies upon dead bodies. Most of them starved to death. I guess i lucked out. I was starving. Still am. But that's not the point. Fast fowarding a little bit, that's the real part.
It was experimentation. The people holding me had captured one of the weapon devils. The flamethrower devil. What better way to utilize it then stick it inside a kid who didn't know where he was?
I still vividly remember where i was at the time. Same place i am now. Except they beat me black and blue and knocked me out. They tied me down to some sort of slab, I'm not too sure what it was. I remember having the worst pain I've ever felt in my entire life. Worse than starving to death and worse then being kidnapped and taken from my parents.
They had my chest cut open. Held open. Blood was everywhere. I mean, i tried to scream but i couldn't. They had me gagged. And i would bet i passed out multiple times from the pain. They were pushing my organs around, eventually they had to take my heart out.
So i died. I was dead. It was nothingness. Like i was sleeping a dreamless sleep. I'm filling in the blanks here, but I'm imagining that's when they took mine and threw it away, before taking the flamethrower devils heart and putting inside of me. I don't know how, but it worked. Seemingly they just stitched me together and threw me back in my cell.
It was later when i began to wake. Slowly but surely i got up. My body seemed..the same? Much to my surprise. Whatever bruising there was, is gone. It was like they had never cut me open or beat me in the first place. Just emaciated and horribly dirty. I had a weird feeling in my teeth, that's when i was feeling around with my thumb and pressed down on the tooth that felt funny.
I'm sure you could paint the rest in your head, but I'll go into detail anyway. Seemingly, my arms turned into flamethrowers. I was invigorated with this new power. Then came my head, it turned into 3 huge fuel tanks. I'm not quite sure how i could see, but i could.
I was able to spit flames from my arms, i had this newfound energy, though it tired me out right quick. They came in and saw it worked, but not before they beat me. Again.
Going back to present day, I'm still in that same cell. They've used me for missions on occasion, kill this, intimidate that, the works. Again, I'm kept on a really short leash. I mean, i don't get much here. Sometimes bread. A loaf once every whenever. I have this dog bowl they fill up with a hose. Usually whenever i stink so Bad they have to hose me down. I guess you get used to it though. Right now, it's the middle of the night. But i can't sleep.
Moonlight shined through the barred window, I stood up from the small broken down cardboard box I called my bed. I wasn't wearing anything but some loose fitting boxers. Ones that were only a few months old but still dirty, far from the original color.
I walked up to the window and looked through it, grabbing onto the bars. Nothing else was outside. The usual mix of crickets and whoever else was up at this time was in the air. I couldn't stop thinking about getting out. Or getting revenge.
I sort of hoped they got lazy and didn't lock the door behind them. Yesterday was more of the same. Kill a guy, get some bread. Didn't mean much to me.
I got right next to the cell door, a thick, iron door with a slit that could be opened and shut. I tried to turn the handle. Maybe it was unlocked. Maybe.
The door opened. The harsh yellow light from the hallway flooded in.
Well shit. I guess that worked. I slid out and shut the door behind me. Luckily nobody was around. Now the blood was pumping. It's just a manner of what to do.
Fuck, should i just leave? Or should i make them regret ever keeping me alive?
Fuck that, these people are gonna pay.
I ran down the hallway to the end, there was a folding table and some chairs. Clearly some idiot left his gun out. I bet it was the guy who was supposed to keep watch. I really couldn't wait to see the bastards face.
From my limited gun knowledge, I'd imagine this is probably an M14. I grabbed the thing and damn was it heavy. But that shit didn't matter. I am fucking ecstatic. It's Killing Time.
Down the hall a toilet flushed. Gun in hand i rushed down and crouched.
I raised the gun. The guy who was supposed to be guarding my door walked out. He went wide eyed as he saw you.
"Oh..shit."
Those were his last words. I pulled the trigger.
BAM!
The bullet hit him dead center. He dropped dead immediately.
Fuck that hurt my ears. But he's not getting up from that. Looking at his body, looks like a big fucking hole right in his chest.
Clearly everyone else heard that. No matter.
Some more guys rounded the corner, guns in hand.
"The fuck? How the hell did you get out?"
You raised the gun and fired at the duo.
Bang! Bang!
"Fucking idiots. The guy i just killed was supposed to guard my cell. Dude didn't even lock the door. Now I'm about to kill all of you assholes."
I stepped over the dead bodies of the two assholes i just killed. I really liked the rush of the gun, but if i get shot I'm dead. Maybe it'd just be more economical to use the flamethrowers.
I kept walking down the hall. Not long before a few more showed up. This time, they didn't ask questions and just started shooting.
"Fucking A!"
I had to dash into some fucking random room. I opened the door and saw a couple other guys inside.
I just shot. And shot. And shot.
The gun clicked and i opened my eyes. Just dead bodies. I exhaled and threw the gun down. Some of the guys outside were about to rush in. I did what i knew how to do. I pressed on my molar and let it happen.
It was quick. My arms went first, like the first time. They turned into two big flamethrowers. I heaved before my head went too, my face turned into 3 huge fuel tanks. Whatever was left turned into some random metal parts. It was time.
The guys outside started shooting. You aimed your flamethrowers at them and unleashed hell.
Fwoooshh!
The roar of the flamethrowers cut out most other noise, the flames burnt the door in front to ash, and licked at the ceiling above. The ones who were just shooting weren't so lucky.
The flames stuck to them. And you could hear the bloodcurdling screams of them.
"Serves you assholes right. Now. Where the hell is the boss at? I'm gonna make him suffer."
I stepped through the flames. The feeling all too familiar, like the many other times i set fire to places.
I kept walking, occasionally torching whoever got in my way. They weren't able to get shots off before falling to the ground and writhing. I couldn't help but laugh.
The entire clubhouse was falling apart behind you. The flames were spreading quickly, and the scent of charred flesh wafted up. You kept walking toward where the boss was.
That's when I saw him. He was rushing to the door. I couldn't let him get away.
"Get back here!"
I used my flamethrowers to shoot out a bunch of flames in his direction. It incinerated his cronies but the flames barely licked him, singeing the back of his suit.
I ran after him. He was running for his life. Some more of his guys got in my way, and i cut them down with flames.
He was running out of stamina. He ducked into another room, something like a workshop, maybe? More of his guys were in there, when i ran through the door, they came from behind me and Pointed their guns at the back of my head.
"Turn back or you're dead, asshole."
I didn't do anything. Not yet.
The boss, his name was Koji, turned around and looked at you.
"Y/N. My prized possesion, my magnum opus. Why must you be so belligerent? You don't know what we did to you. What we did for you. You've been so loyal. This is how you pay me back? By torching my men, my clubhouse, my yakuza! No, this won't be happening any longer."
I wasn't gonna hold my peace.
"Fuck off Koji. You're the one who put me here. You made this whole entire situation yourself, and now you get to suffer for it. I didn't get kidnapped and shipped halfway across the god damn globe, just for you to act like i owe you something. The fact is, that you owe me everything. You owe me your life. I will be the last thing you see before you die. These flames are your punishment."
I whipped around and wrenched the gun from the guy behind me. My flamethrowers retracted at this point. I shot the other guy, he tried shooting back but only hit his friend.
Koji tried running. I shot his ass in the leg. He stumbled and fell. I was back in my human form now.
Livid with rage, i grabbed a mallet from the nearby table. I walked up to him. He was trying to buy more sand for his hourglass. I wasn't selling any.
"Ah! Shit! Now, hold on Y/N! I'm sure we could come to an agreement-"
I hit him with the mallet, right in the face.
I hit him again. I hit him again. And i kept hitting him. You could hear with every swing the bones in his head breaking. His skull caving in under every brutal swing. Now leaking blood everywhere, i stopped swinging for a second.
His arm reached out. He gurgled. I hit him again, and then one more time for good measure.
Whatever was left of his head was now a bloody mess on the floor. You threw the mallet down. The flames were catching up, most of the clubhouse was burnt to the ground, or in the process of burning down. Whoever was left knew not to bother, and scattered about. You looked for the exit.
"Fucking A. Assholes."
I just walked out. The exit wasn't far, but the surprises aren't done yet. When i went outside, i saw a black SUV. Not one of theirs. A few people stepped out. Guys in suits, one particularly odd pink haired woman.
I cocked an eyebrow. She stepped closer, her lackeys not far behind. She spoke first.
"Did you do this? I'm with the Public Safety devil hunters. I'm the Director of the Tokyo division."
I wasn't quite sure what that meant.
"Maybe. I guess that depends. Am i in trouble?"
She responded.
"Only if you refuse."
Is she serious?
"Refuse what?"
Her expression changed. Smug, to sort of emotionless.
"If you refuse to come work with Public Safety, then we'll have you put down as a devil."
Are you fucking kidding me?
"Fuck off. Fine. Whatever. I've got nowhere to go anyway. Just tell me you won't keep me as some god forsaken slave or some shit? Look, whatever it is, it better be good if you're threatening to kill me over it."
She nodded.
"Very well. Follow me back to the car. I'll brief you on the way."
So. That was something else. At least they're all gone. Now I've got a new gig..fucking stupid. But whatever. I have a lot of unanswered questions. But i guess they can wait.