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Kirill Manson

"Humans Are So Confusing..."

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a character in “Censored”, as played by Black

Description

ImageName
Kirill Manson

Nickname
Kir

Age
Twenty

Gender
Male

Role
Empowered Case

Sexuality
Homosexual

Love Interest
N/A

Personality
Kirill is almost always nice to other people. He’ll hold his tongue if any bad thoughts ever enter his mind, always thinking about the feelings of someone else and how they would feel if he insulted them. If a comment needs to be said then it will be done in a way where it seems more like advice than a criticism or an insult. Despite this though, Kir seems to not understand the way other people work around him and he can be rather confused at times as to why someone would act the way they do, given a situation. For example, someone may cry if they are very happy, Kir doesn’t understand this and would try to make the person feel better because he believes them to be sad. No matter how many times things are explained to him, he will not remember them and will always react the same way to a situation, He is persistent and can do anything he wants given the time to figure out how to do so. He’ll never give up until there is a definite answer to the situation or if someone is just completely impossible (which is rare for him given the powers he’s gifted with). An optimistic approach to everything, despite the gloominess of a situation. He will always try to find a way to cheer up those around him and seems not to understand the gravity of some situations, there always has to be a bright side, no matter how small the light. It is very rare for anyone to ever anger Kir, he’ll merely shrug off the insults and forgive the person immediately. Some would describe him as stubborn or weak as he is far too accepting to understand what human beings are truly like. Many would say that he lives in a fantasy world much different from the one he inhabits. Kir upholds a calm and friendly presence around masses of people, however on his own he is much different.

Feelings
N/A

Power
Kir’s power is that of summoning. He can summon a rather unusual creature. The creature can take the form of a small and harmless little thing which is no bigger than a cat, or it can take the form of a huge robot like thing which is fifty feet in height. Of course the smaller creatures require much less effort to summon and multiple can be summoned at one time. The larger ones however take a huge amount of energy and only one can be summoned at once, if Kir is extremely lucky and energetic then he might be able to summon two, but he has never tried. Summoning the larger ones will cause Kir to black out from energy loss after three minutes, the creature will disappear when Kir becomes unconscious. The smaller ones hardly take any energy and can be kept for a long period of time. It’s not uncommon for Kir to keep one with him at all time. Though these creatures have no official name, Kir calls them Angels and names each and every one which he summons. They bear no defining features but Kir is able to tell them apart very easily. He considers these creatures his friends more than weapons.

The abilities which these things use vary on the form. The smaller ones are almost completely harmless, apart from biting/scratching they can fly up to ten feet above ground and can defend themselves with a small shield. The shield can also be deployed in protecting Kir, but it is weak and will break very easily. The larger creatures however can create a much larger shield which can protect itself and Kir a lot, mainly for most of the time Kir is conscious. The larger creatures can fly too, despite their weight. They tend to just rip and crush more than anything, sometimes they might pick up a streetlight or a part of a building and use it as a weapon. They do not have any special abilities, nor do the smaller versions (with the exception of the shields).


ImageHistory
Kirill was originally from Russia, he lived there with his mother until he was about ten years old. Kir never knew his father, his mother didn’t know either, it was a one night thing where she did a few of them during the time Kir was conceived. She contacted each guy she slept with but none of them ever wanted anything to do with her anymore, so she raised Kir by herself. He was never the most normal of children, everyone has that stage where they have imaginary friends but Kir’s stage went way past the average of a normal child. He would always be talking to imaginary creatures which would disappear when anyone else came near apparently. Most just think that they were imaginary, but they were actually real, just were able to make themselves disappear/hide when a stranger came near. His mother blamed it on the fact that he didn’t have a father, so she moved to America to start a new, in the hope that Kir would leave his imaginary friends behind and concentrate on making new friends. It didn’t happen.

Kir’s life in America gradually grew worse and worse as he was unable to abandon his imaginary friends and focus on real-life. At first everyone stayed away from him, but then when they found out what a weirdo he was, they made fun of him. It went on for years and years of the constant abuse Kir received by his classmates about he creatures/people he talked to. No one believed him that they were real. His mother even tried a psychiatrist at one point but nothing seemed to help him. Eventually, on the last year of school, Kir snapped. It happened during lunch break when he was casually sitting under the shade of a tree, looking up and talking to one of the Angels, when one of the bullies and his gang came over. They taunted him for bit, evoking no real reaction from Kir. They quickly became annoyed and grabbed the boy, pulling him to his feet and began punching him repeatedly in the face.

They didn’t stop until his face was hardly recognizable. Finally he was dropped to the floor, coughing up blood and teeth. The Angel which Kir was speaking too came out from the tree. Seeing its master/friend in such a state it became enraged, morphing and growing until it became a much larger and threatening creature. Kir could only watch as its newly formed friend destroyed the school and everyone in it. Kir blacked out and couldn’t remember what happened after that. He awoke to find himself in a prison cell with a group of people staring at him through the bars, his mother included. She held her face within her hands, sobbing silently as her only son was questioned about the events which occurred. Kir could not really reply, he didn’t exactly know what happened. He told them of the creatures he called Angels and the fact that one of them got angry and transformed, which had never happened before. All witnesses which saw the creature had died, Kir being the only one who survived, so he was a prime suspect. The people merely laughed and labelled the boy clinically insane, he was then discharged to a mental hospital.

For two years he spent his time there with the other insane people, many of which were a lot crazier than Kir himself. He continued to talk to the small creatures who kept themselves hidden from everyone, until one day. The nurses at the home were making their rounds when they peered around the door of Kir’s dorm and saw the white creature with black wings, floating casually in front of Kir whilst the man was talking to it. She immediately freaked out and called the police, telling them what she saw. They laughed and nothing was heard for several months until finally a group of people dressed in suits came to the hospital and took Kir away. He was placed in a special lab called The Facility, who knew of his power since the incident two years ago at school.


Other
Kirill has convinced himself that he is not a normal human, that he was chosen by God to lead a revolution which will change the world. Because of this theory, Kir is desperate to get out of the facility and use his powers to 'cleanse' the world.

Theme Songs
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Kirill Manson's Story

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Kirill exited his room, holding the door open for a few moments afterwards. A white creature flew hastily out and the door was closed behind it. The white being followed its master, gliding gently on the air until they both entered the library. There was supposedly something important going on this morning, though Kir had no intent to rush to it. He calmly surveyed the shelves of books whilst the white creature placed itself on the top of the shelf. It knew that it’s master would be a while so it curled itself up and began making a small breathing like sounds, indicating that it was sleeping. Kir regarded the thing with a neutral expression, no hint of annoyance or confusion portrayed in his eyes. Neither was there any happiness or content. No one could ever be happy in a place such as this. Kir sighed as he glanced over the books once again, he had read most of them during the short period of time he had been here and he knew that new books would not be delivered any time soon.

The library, whilst crammed with books, was small and had twelve shelves in total, all of which almost touched the ceiling. The ceiling of the room was fairly low and the top shelf of the book-cases could be reached by Kir, providing he stood on his tip-toes. There was probably about thirteen hundred books in total, however not all of them spiked an interest in the man. About twenty percent of them were children’s books, a few reference and non -fiction books but mostly they were novels. Inspiring novels which told of the world outside as well as fantasy worlds where adventure lye at every turn of the page. Kir had no real preference when it came to books, however he stayed away from the children’s.

Standing on his tip-toes, Kir pried out a book from the shelf and examined it. He blew the dust away from the cover, brushing off any which his breath didn’t manage to disperse. The book’s cover was rather old, fraying and tattered in places, the text was barely legible but Kir managed to read it: ‘Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde’ by Robert Louis Stevenson. Satisfied and without reading what the book was about, Kir tucked it under his arm and turned on his heels, striding towards the door. The creature piped its head up in curiosity, it quickly realized that it was being left and stumbled from the shelf, falling into the air and levelling out into a glide. With a few flaps of its wings it was back by Kir’s side, trailing only slightly behind him.

Upon entering the dining room, Kir glanced around at the others in the room with him. There was a girl with long red hair and a cat, curled up asleep, in the corner. Kirill didn’t make any attempt to acknowledge the two in the room with him, neither did he make a sound as he made his way over to a corner of the room, the one closest to the library. Usually he would have read in the library, but today he was instructed to go to the dining room. He slumped down against the wall, stretching out his legs and allowing the creature to settle itself in his lap. It curled itself up once again, folding its black wings against its body and staring up at Kir. It had no eyes, the only thing upon its face was a large mouth, always in a grin and outlined with red lips. Kir let out a small sigh, petting the creature’s head and brought the book up and opened it, allowing the creature to shuffle around so it could also see the page. Both arms rested either side of it and the book gave full cover, not allowing anyone apart from Kir to see the small white creature comfortably curled up in his lap.

Chapter 1: Story of the Door

Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something eminently human beaconed from his eye; something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was



Kir became enthralled in the book, the creature did also. It was intelligent and could read just as well as any other human. The first chapter was about two men, meeting up for a weekly Sunday walk. However the walk this week bared a strange subject; a small, ape-like, man, trampling down a girl before disappearing into a rather intriguing building. Kir became so engorged in his book that he did not notice the events which occurred around him, nor did he notice the man coming up to him. Only did he notice when the book was lowered from his face and the creature on his lap began to growl.

It did not open the large mouth upon its body, but the grin disappeared, replaced with an angry expression, complete with a growl. Without another moment to react, the thing jumped up and latched itself onto the blonde man’s arm, sinking its teeth into the soft flesh. Kir calmly closed the book and glanced up to the man running around frantically trying to get the creature off of his arm. “Off! Off! Get it off!” He pleaded, shaking his arm vigorously in an attempt to get the creature off. There was already blood dripping from underneath the body of it from the puncture marks made in the blonde man’s arm. “Please, please!” Kir sighed under his breath, but didn’t bother to move.

“Lilim!” he called out, the creature reacted by detaching itself from the man’s arm and hovering back to Kir’s open arms. He held the thing in a small hug, allowing the book to drop from his lap as he stood up. He glanced down at the book which had opened itself on a random page, one which wasn’t where Kir had stopped at. He then finally allowed his gaze to focus on the blonde man in front, holding the creature within his arms like it was an animal. “I’m sorry about Lilim.” Kir spoke in a slightly aired tone, trying hard not to look at the blood dripping from the bitemarks. “My name is Kirill Manson,” he held out one of his hands but kept a hold of the creature within the other. “You can call me Kir if you wish.” he smiled politely, Lilim moved from his grasp now and settled itself upon Kir’s shoulder, allowing its body to overhang. “This here is Lilim,” Kir continued, glancing sideways at stumpy creature upon his shoulder. “She is an Angel.” The thing happily flapped its two black wings a few times, however it did not move.

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Kir stood there in silence, merely blinking at the blonde man in front of him. He nodded hesitantly, obviously frightened by what had happened, though Kir was not about to make him feel better about it. Lilim and his other Angels would always attack any human which came near their master, countless times too. To say that it wouldn’t happen again would be exaggerating the truth. Kir decided it was best to keep quiet and for the other man to reply, he felt no need to continue talking. “An Angel, huh?” the blonde echoed, Kir nodded slightly in response. The blonde had a small grin on his face, though it didn’t seem malicious in any way, Kir however held a neutral expression now. “Does she eat any type of food?” Kir glanced towards the small puncture wounds in the man’s arm, but regarded them with nothing but a stare. “She seems a little hungry.” Kir thought for a second.

“No,” he replied in a blunt tone. “Angels do not need to eat food, however Lilim enjoys eating human food from time to time.” he glanced sideways at the creature which nodded in response and jumped from Kir’s shoulder and into his arms. “However the food here is terrible and she refuses to eat it.” Glancing down at the thing moving within his arms, it got comfortable, curling itself up and burying its head in Kir’s chest.

“So, Kir, my name's Asha, but feel free to call me Ash. Or, whatever you'd like for that matter. I don't really mind.” Ash laughed to himself, earning a confused look from Kir. His eyes narrowed slightly towards the other, slightly annoyed about the informal greeting. At least Kir gave his full name, he should not be treated any less important than other humans, despite his current position. If anything he should be treated better off than the others, but not all humans agreed with him. Asha suddenly clasped his hands together and Kir’s expression turned back to normal. Lilim jumped at the sudden noise, letting out a small hissing sound, however it quickly settled down once again when Kir stroked its back.

“So what would you like to do, Kir? We can do anything you like!” Kir smiled a little. “Besides go outside the Facility. That's kind of a no-no zone.” he quickly frowned and sighed under his breath, averting his gaze from the man in front and taking a look around the room.

“Why are humans so stubborn?” Kir uttered. Currently the only ones left in the room were Kir and his Spec, as well as another case -- female with long red hair. “Follow me.” Kir said as he shifted his gaze back to Asha. He turned on his heels, bending down and placing Lilim on the floor, picking up the book he was reading and closing it. He rose up, glancing over his shoulder at Asha before walking into the library. Lilim stayed behind, ensuring that Asha followed by growling at the man until he moved. It then followed them both inside the library, running past Asha and to its master’s feet. Kirill stood on his tip-toes once again, placing the book back in the exact same place as he found it. Lilim sat down by his feet and Kir turned to face Asha once again.

“Human named Asha,” Kir glanced around once again before taking a few steps towards Ash. “You know why you are here right?” he didn’t give the chance for Ash to reply. “Well forget about that!” he was in front of Asha now and pushed the man back into one of the bookcases. “I am a messenger of God, you will help me escape this prison so I can cleanse the world.” Kir smiled, however his smile was no longer the sweet one which he usually had. “If you don’t help me then I’ll kill you.” his hands wrapped around the man’s throat and a small noise rose up from Lilim, most likely a noise of encouragement. “Understand?” Kir’s eyes narrowed into a glare and he tightened his grip around the other male, beginning to choke him.

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Both of Ash’s hands wrapped around the wrist of those at his own throat. It was strange -- confusing to Kir -- that the boy could be so calm in a situation like this; one where he was being chocked to death. His face held a neutral expression, golden orbs staring into the piercing red ones of Kir. Kir could not return the neutral expression, his face only held one of pure confusion. Suddenly one of Asha’s hands removed itself from Kir’s wrist and a loud cry arose from Lilim. Kir’s eyes widened in the mere second before being painfully shocked from the ankle upwards. On impulse he let go and stumbled backwards, lowering his head to stare down at the ground. A slight tingling sensation still raced throughout his body but it didn’t actually hurt. Lilim moved to glance up at her master’s dazed face, sitting down and staring straight up as Kir continued to bend over.

Suddenly he blinked and his eyes darted all over his body to try and find the source of the shocking. Lilim tugged at his trouser leg, indicating that said device was located around his ankle. Kir already knew this as he had been shocked many-a-time before, however during the confusion he had forgotten all about the metal band around his leg.

“Sorry,” Asha panted, Kir straightened himself up and narrowed his eyes a little at the blonde rubbing his neck. Lilim began to growl, hissing and snarling at the man in front. She arched her back with both wings straightened out, seemingly like daggers now. “I don't think I can do that,” Kir narrowed his eyes as Ash’s usual smile was brought back to his face. “But between you and me, I'm here for you. I just might do whatever you want me to, whether you try killing me again or not.” His tone was cheery, though it held no obvious lie behind it. Kir’s expression softened a little, though he was confused as to why a human would willingly help him.

“I'm sorry,” Ash said as he took a remote from his pocket and threw it to Kir. Lilim was the one to catch it though, jumping up and catching the device with her mouth. “It won't happen again.” Kir nodded slowly, holding out his open palm until Lilim dropped the device onto it.

Up until now, Kir had not taken his eyes from Ash, he had stared at the male with an emotionless expression plastered on his face. Now Kir allowed his gaze to move on from Ash and focus on the remote in his palm. He curled his fingers around it and glanced back up at Asha. No words escaped his mouth though, Kir merely wandered off past Ash and to the other side of the bookcase where he picked up the books which had fallen during the incident. He passed the remote to Lilim who happily took it within her mouth and flew to the top of the shelf, dropping the remote inside a plant pot and making a clattering sound as it hit the bottom. The plant pot held artificial flowers in it, all white roses. The pot itself was completely black and didn’t show what was inside at all. The fake roses and their black pot were the only decoration in the room, the white of the roses being the brightest colour in the entire building.

Kir held the fallen books in his arms, however he didn’t bother to return them to the shelves, instead he wandered back around to where Ash is and gave them to him. “Put them back.” Kir said in an instructive tone, one which didn’t need questioning. Kir kept a single book under his arm as he went to exit the library. He stopped and turned, “In the right place.” before turning back around and leaving. Lilim hissed at Ash before following her master out.

Kir settled down on a chair in the dinning room, opening the book and placing it on the table where he began to read. Lilim settled itself down upon the table too, in the centre and reading the book in an upside down fashion. Another of the creature’s manifested itself on Kir’s head, leaning over and also reading the book. One could have mistaken it for another part of Kir’s hair, if not for the red which surrounded its mouth. It was close to falling, even more so as Kir bowed his head more to read, the creature’s claws dug itself into Kir’s scalp in order to keep itself on. “Zeruel that hurts.” Kir grumbled but didn’t bother to straighten up. It was weird that the boy knew each creature without even looking at them.

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Not having anyone else around was calming; relaxing and serene. Kirill was able to read without any disturbances at all. Just the way he liked it. Usually he would stay in his room or the library each day, ignoring the other two cases which inhabited his home. If one could call it home, it would be the closest thing to a home which Kir could have now that everyone knew who he really was. He hated the place, loathed it so much -- he wanted to leave but that seemed almost impossible. So he was left to live here with two other cases, he didn’t talk to them and they didn’t talk to him. Just the way he liked it. Now that they were employing outsiders to help ‘take care’ of the cases, Kir could no longer have that alone time he so desperately craved. His partner was a loud, overly-excited man with a perpetual cheery smile. As a person he seemed nice -- nice enough to agree to helping Kir -- he just needed to tone down the excitement and volume a few levels. Kirill had only known the man for an hour or so, but he had already grown to love the time spent away from him. He cared not that it had been about ten minutes since he left Asha inside the library; he was probably lost. Kir just didn’t care.

The albino glanced up at Lilim who had fallen asleep in the centre of the table. Gently he lifted the other Angel (Zeruel) from his head and placed him next to his sister Lilim. The two of them slept peacefully as Kir brought the book closer to him, leaning back against his chair and began reading once again. He was only distracted momentarily as the two creatures on the table stirred in their sleep. Though they seemed dangerous, they were actually harmless and rather cute when in such a peaceful state. Kir lowered the book from his face and glanced around the room, everything was so quiet. He had not remembered a time when there was silence such as this; the others were too far away from any noise to be heard. Kir almost stood up, a little worried that something bad might happen, but nothing did. He froze for a few minutes, glancing around and waiting for something, but nothing came. Bringing the book back up, Kir continued reading.

It might have been ten minutes after, or even an hour -- Kir could not tell as he lost all track of time when reading -- but sounds could be heard from the hallway leading into the dinning room. Footsteps mainly and some conversation, though Kir could not hear what they were all saying. The man tensed as the door opened, expecting a group of scientists to come in and tear him away from his reading and from the little creatures on the table. However what came through the door was not scientists, but his own behaviour specialist Asha. Kirill quickly returned to his book, hoping that the man would just ignore him and find someone else to bother.

“Kir! I'm back.” Asha said in his usual cheerful tone. The man sat down next to Kir, who merely regarded him with a short sideways glance. “The scientists said we should be getting lunch soon, so we'll be having a meeting during it. You can meet the other specs while we're at it.” Kir glanced up fully to Asha now, a little confused by what he meant. Sure enough, the rest of the cases and their specs piled into the dinning room. A black haired male who seemed to be facing off against the other spec; another black haired boy with golden eyes. Kia, the cat case, was pushing the two of them together. Jenifer, a case which controlled fire, was standing off to the side, leaning against a wall. Granted she looked a little scared, on-edge and nervous by what was about to happen.

“Want another kiss fuckin’ Pretty-Boy?” The specs with glasses sneered, glaring towards the golden-eyed one. Kir frowned, unused to such language being used in his presence. He didn’t like it, it was rude and spiteful, even if it was not directed at him.

“Humans are so vengeful, it’s sickening.” Kir muttered under his breath, reaching out and stroking the two Angels. The two of them awoke and wandered over to Kir; Lilim settled herself on Kir’s lap, Zeruel however decided that Asha would be much more comfortable. The creature jumped forward onto Asha, dropping down into Asha’s lap and curling itself up. Kir watched the creature, confused by its actions but didn’t do anything to stop it. His gaze followed up until his eyes locked with Ash’s, Kir didn’t bother saying anything or even glaring, he just moved his attention on to the fight between Jerico and Kaili.

“Yes please!” Kia exclaimed, though Kir couldn’t understand why the childish-cat wanted to see two grown men (both psychically and mentally) kiss. “I want to see Kaili and Jerico kiss again. That was really interesting,” Kia pushed both of them together, making the two of them uncomfortably close. “You guys are really hot together,” Kir sighed irritably under his breath, closing the book and pushing it to one side. It was obvious that he would not get another chance to read it any time soon.

“He likes you,” Kir said, not bothering to look at Ash, but talking to him. “Zeruel.” Kir met Ash’s gaze, letting his lips curve into a faint smile. “That’s his name.”

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Kir practically ignored all which went on around him; from the corner of his eye he could see the two specs facing off before being locked in to a kiss. Kirill rolled his eyes and sighed under his breath, he had to wonder how much history the two of them had. They seemed to hate each other but yet they were displaying their affection for one another; it was truly confusing. Kir just found it better to keep his eyes on Asha and stop caring about what the others were doing. They could carry on with their confusing games if they wished but they were not going to earn his attention. Ash ran a hand lightly along the back of Zeruel in his lap; the creature let out a small and delicate sound of pleasure, much like that of a cat. It was rather strange that the thing didn’t start purring. Kir’s eyes wandered up until they met with Ash’s. The man had a large enthusiastic grin on his face, Kir couldn’t help but give a confused look back.

“You're so much cuter when you smile!” Ash laughed, reaching out and pinching Kir’s cheeks. The albino stared towards the other with a completely dazed look. He attempted to smile but was unsure how to feel in a situation like this. “I don't know how you manage to do it, but you do!” Ash let go and Kir managed to feel the warmth of the blush upon his face. He rose a hand up and lightly touched the rosy coloured skin of his cheeks. Luckily Ash seemed distracted by the man entering the room (bringing food), to notice the intense blush. The man didn’t stay for long, he hurried into the room and put six boxes on the table, each with a label. He made no eye contact with either of the cases or the specs and quickly exited without a sound.

“Food's here!” Ash yelled out to everyone, Kir managed to collect himself together and stare down at Lilim in his lap. The blush had disappeared by now, however Kir was still very confused. Why did a human touch him and why did his face suddenly feel hot? Kir no longer had ill thoughts to his spec, only confusion and a little bit of admiration. Perhaps his Angels were trying to tell him something, they would never go near another human, let alone sleep on them. Maybe, Ash wasn‘t a normal human, maybe he was also a messenger of God.

“Here you go, Kir.” Kir glanced up and was met with Ash’s warm smile, as well as the man handing him a box with his name on it. He quickly took the lid off to peer inside, however he frowned when he noticed the contents were nothing more than the disgusting food given to them each day. He woke up the creature in his lap by gently shaking it. Lilim hopped up onto the table and jumped into the box, devouring most of what was inside. Kir watched her but quickly glanced up as he noticed someone sit in front of him. It was the black haired spec with glasses, accompanied by Jenifer who sat next to him and across from Ash. She quickly got up and left though. The other two (Kia and Jerico) were still standing up by the doors, however Jerico had fallen over something. The black-haired spec numbly ate his foot, however pushed it away after a few bites. Kir frowned at him.

“You need to eat that to stay alive.” he said dryly, bending over the table and tapping Kaili lightly on the head. “It might not be nice but humans must eat to live.” Kir stopped himself and leant back as Jenifer returned with another box. She passed the thing to Kaili.

“Have it if you want, you won’t get much in here, but you might since you are normal.” She told him, glancing around at the others. Kir didn’t meet her gaze, he focused on the creature burying itself in his own box of food. His Angels were the only ones who would each the food here, Kir refused to. He hadn’t been here for long, but he hadn’t eaten in a few days now. He was not human, he did not need to eat human food. That’s what he told himself anyway; his stomach said otherwise. Kir groaned silently under his breath, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

“I’m not going at ask about it. But I just got to tell you one thing. If scientists do come, expect a forest fire, so try to keep your head down, and please, don’t shock me.” Kir caught wind of the words from Jen in front, he quickly glanced up and watched her walk over to the wall. From there she would have a clear view of whoever was walking down the hallway, before they entered the room. Despite Kir’s desperate need to escape, he knew that pure force was not the way to do it. It would only end in all of them tied up to a lab table and dissected, or something else inhumane. Kir didn’t like the thought of any of those ideas so he stood up and wandered over to Jenifer. Lilim noticed this and quickly jumped out of the box, running across the table and jumping off. The creature flew over to Kir, landing softly at his feet.

“Are you as stupid as you look?” Kir shook his head, standing and glaring just a few feet away from Jenifer. “Do you really think a fire would stop them? That it might give you the chance to escape?” he paused. “You humans really are stubborn!” Kir yelled, realizing that he spoke a little too loud and gained attention. He allowed his gaze to wander momentarily to the floor, concentrating on the creature. “I want to get out of here just as much as you do, but violence and death is not the answer.” he lowered his voice, almost into a incoherent mumble. “Such thing requires skill and timing, something which you humans are incapable of.” Kir glanced up now, taking a few steps forward and becoming uncomfortably close with the other case.

“You might think of me as weak, someone who can merely creature harmless little creatures such as Lilim here,” he motioned to the now growling creature at his feet. “But you underestimate me, I am someone who will bring about the cleansing of your pathetic world,” Kir smiled, however it was not the polite friendly smile which he showed Asha, now it was a dark and malicious smirk. “You might live to see such an event, if you decide not to throw your life away within the next ten minutes.” he glanced side ways at the door, however there was no one coming down the hallway yet. “Not that I’ll help you in your futile attempt to escape, you can just lye on the floor screaming in pain for all I care, or better yet
 die.” Kir laughed under his breath, turning on his heels and striding back to his seat. Lilim hissed and snarled at Jennifer in front, however it quickly stopped when Kir called the creature over to him.

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Kir glanced sideways at Asha who was standing up. It was obvious that the man was going to try and intervene, as would most people around here. Kir just managed to get to Jenifer first and tell her what’s what. She was a very stubborn human who needed to be put in her place. Asha sighed hopelessly and sat back down. Lilim hopped up onto the table, quickly flinching when a hand patted her head. It didn’t feel like the same touch as Kir, so she immediately began growling. Kir took one look at her, causing her to stop and settle down on her master’s lap. Asha was another one like Kir, he didn’t deserve to be growled at by creatures lower than him; Lilim just had a hard time accepting that fact. She growled lightly in Kir’s lap, causing the albino to stroke her gently, turning the growl into a soft purring sound.

“No death or killing, okay?” Ash said suddenly, his voice soft and a small smile on his face. Kir looked up at him with a confused look on his face. Death was a part of life, besides he never said he was going to kill Jenifer but he could understand why Ash would think such a thing. If the scientists weren’t going to kill Jenifer then he would soon after; break free from this place and destroy everyone else in the world. “Not other people.” Kir sighed under his breath, becoming slightly unsure whether or not was Asha was on his side after all. But perhaps he had another way of doing things, or maybe Kir was going about the situation all wrong. Ash lowered his head, looking upwards at Kir who was lost deep in thought. “I know you won't promise me, but just don't hurt anyone. It's not really an order, but I'd really appreciate it.” Kir met his gaze once again, causing Asha to quickly look away. “Ah nevermind.”

“I don’t understand
” Kir mumbled allowed, staring down at the table in front of him. He continued to glance sideways at Asha, hoping to find some resolution to his confused thoughts, but looking at Ash made him even more confused.

“Now little prophet, you probably heard my comments, but in case you didn't.” Kir glanced up in front of him at Jenifer who was standing the other side of him. Up until now he had blocked out all that went on around him and allowed himself to be lost in a sea of thoughts. “You are no messenger of god, hell he might as well not be real. But if you really were, then you would probably be immortal, but you aren’t.” Jenifer spoke with a smirk on her face, Kir couldn’t even be bothered to fight back. She was most likely right. Ash was the one truly sent from God, he was merely a fake; a freak who could summon strange little creatures. “Now talk to me that way again, and then I’ll show you some heat.” the next move came as a blur, but it stung afterwards. Jenifer slapped him right across the face, hard enough to leave a red hand-print. Kir winced and the creature in his lap got up, lunging forward to bite Jenifer. It missed and landed on the floor, hissing and snarling as the red-head left the room. Kir brought a hand to his face, lightly brushing against the stinging skin. He merely stared forward and into space, ignoring all which went on around him.

“She’s right
” Kir uttered, biting away the tears which manifested in the corner of his eyes. The Angel ceased all hostile action at that point and turned around, facing up at Kir with her wings flapping gently. Kir managed to lower his gaze to look at the thing. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have the power to do so.” the creature flapped it’s wings excitedly and let out a loud and indescribable noise; it sounded like one of encouragement. “She’ll pay with her life.” Kir growled out, “I’ll prove to her that I am worthy of God’s attention!” Kir laughed under his breath, standing up and striding over towards the door; the Angel running at his heels.

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Kir reached out, just a few inches from the door handle. He was suddenly pulled back slightly, his shirt being lightly tugged on. Curious as to what it was, he glanced over his shoulder at Asha, a worried look upon the man’s face. Lilim continued walking, stopping only when she noticed that her master was no longer with her. Immediately she darted into the air, lunging at Asha, ready to bite the hand that dared to stop Kirill Manson. Quickly the albino was pulled into a hug, the small creature hitting against Kir’s hard back and falling to the ground. She stared up at Asha’s face, hissing slightly.

Kir merely stood still, silent and confused by what was going on. Never once had he been embraced in such a way, it was warm
 comforting and most importantly, it felt safe. For a fleeting moment, Kir lost all hostile thought and closed his eyes, concentrating on the warmth of the body which was so close to his. Asha
 the man seemed kind, the one truly chosen by God but not to bring about destruction. Rather he would teach the world how to love each other and get along peacefully, that’s what God truly wanted, not the death of the human race and the world itself.

“You're worthy of God's attention,” the teacher mumbled, keeping his head buried in the snow white hair of Kir. His breath also felt warm, gentle like a summer’s breeze. “You're worthy of anyone's attention. It doesn't matter, but you have my attention. Always.” Kir’s eyes began to spill silent, blank tears, ones which didn’t have meaning behind. It was as if the world began weeping at one man’s kindness. “Please calm down.” The only sounds heard were those off in the distance, the other cases and specs which were forced to stay here, rather than see the beautiful world which lay outside. “Kir?”

Another Angel appeared at Kir’s feet, glancing up at the albino with a tilt of the head. Small droplets fell from his face, splashing onto the white skin of the creature. It shook them off by the shiver of a body and wings, but continued to stare up at it’s master. If it could speak it would surely ask if Kir was okay. Kir could never meet the gaze of his creation; lost in a trance as he stared forward. Just hoping that the warmth he felt right now would never disappear. Slowly he moved his arms upwards, wrapping gently around the body of Asha, pulling him forward slightly.

“Thank you,” Kir said, his expression still emotionless, his tone matching. “I finally understand now.” he lowered his arms, softly pushing Asha away from him to stare the blond-haired male in the face. Kir’s face held a smile now, the tear streaks glistening on his pale skin. “Thank you Asha.” Kir didn’t bother to hide the tears on his face, nor did he wipe them somewhere. He merely turned around to face the two Angels, sitting side by side like the siblings that they were. He smiled down at them, something which had never happened before. “Lilim, Uriel,” the two responded with a flap of their wings, raising into the air and following Kir.

He picked the book up from the dinning table, giving the left-over food a fleeting glance. He was hungry for the first time in a long time, however he didn’t feel like eating that food. Kir made his way to the library, passing the book to one of the Angels who took it in their mouth. The creature flew into the air, scanning the library until it found the correct place where the book went. The book was nudged back into the slot, the Angel perching itself on top of the bookcase. Kir stood in silence, his eyes darting over the many books, finally resting upon a certain one with a worn black cover. Slowly Kir pried the book from it’s place, holding it firmly in his arms like it was his prized possession.

“Here,” Kir said, holding the book out to Asha. “Shadow of the Sun,” he quoted the faded title of the book. “It is a good book.” Kir had regained his emotionless expression and voice now. No longer did a smile tug at his lips, nor did his voice have the previous gentle undertone to it. Kir stood there, staring at Asha and waiting for the boy reaction to being given a book, but not just any book -- Kir’s favourite one.

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Kir’s eyes shifted to and from the book and Asha’s own blank stare. He couldn’t help but wonder what was so confusing or strange about the book Kir was giving him. It wasn’t like it was a bomb or something dangerous at all. A little while went on in silence before the warm smile was back on Asha’s face. “I love it!” he exclaimed with a spark in his eyes. “I love it, Kir! I'll definitely read it! Thank you!” Kir smiled faintly as the book was taken from his own hands and held protectively in those of his new found friend’s. He had no doubt that Asha would take good care of the book, albeit because he knew it was important to Kir.

Suddenly there was a loud smashing sound coming from the dinning room. Kir grabbed Asha’s hand and pulled him through the library door. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed it was just Jenifer, she was obviously peeved about something. She was standing at the table, drinking bottles of alcohol before smashing them against the floor. Kir didn’t think much more of it and turned once again to Asha, opening his mouth to say something when the book in the other’s hands caught alight. A sharp breath escaped Kir’s mouth but it was too late, the book quickly became a pile of ashes on the floor. His gaze immediately went from the ashes to Jenifer. Of course it was her, who else had the power to randomly set things alight? Kir’s eyes narrowed at her back as he exited the room. He took a step forward to follow her.

“K-Kir,” Asha’s shaky voice brought Kir to a halt and he turned around to face the tearful man. “I-I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry! I-I didn't know that the book would
” Kir frowned at him as he brought his scared hands up to his face to wipe his eyes. Both hands were painfully burnt, but it didn’t seem to bother Asha at all. “I can make it up to you! Please don't hate me. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry!” Kir grabbed one of Asha’s hands and examined it as he rambled on. “Kir, I'm so sorry.” he glanced up to meet the tearful golden eyes of the other.

“Put your hand in cold water.” he instructed before letting go and turning his back on Asha. “Now.” he growled out before storming out of the room with the two Angels following. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for -- Jenifer. With the same malicious smirk on her face as she had whilst in the room. It only strengthened Kir’s resolution.

“What could he possibly do?” she chuckled to herself, causing Kir to mentally snap. He lunged towards her, his hands shoving her roughly against the wall. Both Angels hung around their feet, biting down hard at the ankles of Jenifer. His hands wrapped around her throat but not tight enough so she couldn’t breath. He forced her to the ground, sitting on top of her body and tightening the grip he had on her throat. The Angels now decided to bite down on the pale flesh of her arms now, hard enough to draw a lot of blood. Though he knew Asha wouldn’t approve of his actions, he couldn’t help but strangle the bitch for what she did. She deserved to pay for hurting his only friend. It wasn’t about the book anymore though that also annoyed him. It was more the fact that she had purposely harmed Asha. That was something Kir couldn’t stand for.

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“Never, play, with, fire!”

Kir flinched backwards, screwing his eyes shut. He yelped out of pain and surprise as his back slammed hard into the ground. The Angels screamed out in pain, a piercing sound which was more painful than nails on a chalk board. Kir covered his ears, calling back the creatures.

“Bad move kid
”

Eyes shot open to see the blast of fire skim the top of his head. Kir ducked down, getting as close to the floor as he possibly could. It only lasted for a split second before Kir was back on his feet, raising his fists against Jenifer. He pulled back and threw them forward. She dodged and flipped him onto his back, a short and sharp gasp escaping his open mouth.

“Kir, why? Oh yeah, maybe because I burnt your book. No? Oh I know, because I burnt that good for nothing Spec. Just a question, did I cause deep flesh wounds?” He narrowed his eyes at her, snarling under his breath as she knelt next to him and raised her head up to the sky in a laugh. A twisted and evil laugh, one which could make anyone want to strangle the life out of the insane girl in front. She was not human, no humane creature could ever want to inflict pain on someone else and enjoy it!

“Agh!” Kir screamed out in agony as the burning hand of Jenifer touched his clothes and then his flesh. Defensively he got up and threw himself straight onto the redhead, pinning her to the ground. His chest singed beneath his slightly charred shirt, Kir could clearly feel a little blood rising to the surface of the wound and soaking through. Continuously he threw his fists towards her, hitting against her own forearms and causing pain to strike through his own hands from where he hit against the bones in Jenifer’s arms. It was like trying to break a brick in two. Suddenly more pain coaxed through the flesh on his hands as Jenifer’s arms flared up with fire. Upon a final attempt to break through, he succeeded and smacked her right on the face.

“Oh, a good punch there
” Rolling Kir onto his back and lying on top of him, she struck him hard in the face too. Kir couldn’t react quick enough to defend himself. Blood poured from his nose and down his face, the sickly taste of metal attaching itself to his tongue. “I would probably be killed, heavily punished, or praised if I was to kill you, but I won’t, just so I can beat you again
” Her hand ran down Kir’s bloody face, burning straight through the skin with Kir screaming out in pain. It hurt, his flesh heated up until the surface was black and blood filled the wounds. When she moved onto his chest, his face was barely recognizable. Harsh black burns covered his right eye and most of the right hand side of his face. Blood oozed out from their centre, making it look just as worse as it felt.

Almost immediately his shirt caught alight from Jenifer’s touch, Kir frantically suffocated the flame with his bleeding hands to save his chest as best as he could. Tears flooded relentlessly from his pained eyes, unable to muster up any energy to stand up even as Jenifer was pulled off. His chest hurt, his face hurt and his hands hurt. Everything hurt it was hard to tell where he was actually injured if not for the blood which seeped from each wound. It only took a few watery blinks to realize that Asha had come to help him and that he couldn’t see out of his right eye.

“It’s your fault he came after me, you should keep your Case under control, and he attacked first
” Jenifer growled out earning a glare from Asha. Kir couldn’t bare to look at either of them, he turned his head away and blinked out more tears which streamed down the charred skin of his face and splashed silently on the floor. His hearing was badly failing but he swore he could hear the sound of a door opening and fragmented speech from Jenifer. Kir’s eyes slowly blinked to a close and his consciousness was fading fast, giving into the idea of sleep all too easily. Suddenly he felt a hand wrap around his own and his eyes fluttered open to stare expressionless at Asha and that reassuring smile of his. Only it wasn’t there -- a worried look took it’s place. Kir was pulled to his feet and looked over by Asha.

“He
re
fo
llow
m
e,” Asha took his hand lightly within his own and pulled him along towards the bathroom. Kir’s legs shook with every step, arms limply hanging at his sides and both eyes fluttering against the harsh light. “Sit
on
ed
ge
the tub,” Kir barely heard the words but he knew what to do by the motions given by Asha. Slowly he made his way to sit on the edge of the bathtub, staring straight at the ground as his head could not keep itself up anymore. No longer could he make out the words of Asha now, it sounded distorted and blurred, like he was swimming deep under the water. Kir hissed out in pain as the alcohol tended to his wounds, the pain he felt managed to snap his hearing back to normal, the hissing he was doing was no longer muffled and he could clearly hear it. Kir forced himself to stay quiet by biting down on his lip. The Neosporin didn’t hurt as much, in fact it sent a cooling sensation through each injury. The bandages also didn’t hurt at all, Kir let Asha deal with each wound without protest until it came to the eye where Kir pushed the man’s help away by covering the wound with his hand. Eventually he gave in and allowed Asha to disinfect the wound and wrap bandages around his eye and right side of his face, making Kir no longer able to see out from his eye -- not that it mattered since he couldn’t see anyway. Dreading to think of how long it would take to heal and if he would ever be able to see again. When all was done, Asha collapsed backwards onto his arse, wincing at the pain from the wounds in his hands used to catch himself.

“You attacked her first that time, didn't you?” Asha hesitated. “Why? She hurt you pretty bad
” Kir didn’t reply, moving his gaze away from the blonde and elsewhere. The two of them sat in silence for a while, neither really wished to strike up a conversation or talk about what had happened.

“She hurt you.” Kir finally replied in a mutter and allowing his gaze to wander back to Asha. “I will protect you Asha Laken, messenger of God, even if it means giving up my life.” Kir hopped down from the bathtub and grabbed the bandages and medicine from the side. Grabbing onto Asha’s wrists, he made the burnt palms face upwards, Kir applied the Neosporin to the burns and wrapped each hand in a tight bandage, all the while not looking up at Asha. He packed the supplies away in the first-aid kit and turned to walk out of the room. “Goodnight.”




Bloody and burnt clothes were thrown onto the bed and clean ones were slipped on. Kir stood in front of the mirror and stared emotionlessly at his reflection. He was covered in bandages with only one eye and dried blood visible where his bandages ended. He folded the clothes neatly and packed them in an empty draw, reminding himself that they would probably never be worn again. Glancing over at the clock he noticed that it was rather late and everyone would be in bed -- Asha included. The albino slipped out of the room and quietly walked past everyone’s room to the library.




Settling down with a nice book in the corner, Kir brought his knees to his chest and rested the book on them. A sharp pain shot through his body from the wounds in his chest -- like an electric shock which only lasted for a few seconds before dying down to a tingle -- but he ignored it and continued reading. Loosing all track of time, Kir finally fell asleep on the floor with two burnt little Angels snoozing peacefully against his curled up body.

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The eerie silence suffocated the hallways in the morning, no one was up at this time, spending at least half of the day in bed and away from the scientists. Slowly Kir’s good eye opened and his head gently lifted from the grey carpet of the library. A dull ache echoed through his limbs and wounds as he got to his feet and trudged wearily towards the library door, rubbing his eye to get the excess sleep out of it.

“Agh!” The scream snapped him straight into reality, a familiar voice which wrenched his stomach in a tight not. Ignoring the pain which shot through his body, Kir burst through the door and ran through the dinning room, into the hallways. There in front, he saw Jenifer standing over his spec with a sick and twisted smile on her face and both hands ablaze. Tears immediately flooded his eyes, even his useless one which made the bandage become wet as it soaked through.

“You should learn to never play with fire.” she sneered, stepping over Asha’s motionless body and closing the gap between her and Kir. He backed away, unable to look anywhere else apart from her in front, he couldn’t even bring himself to check if Asha was okay -- he had a bad feeling he wasn’t. Fire flared up behind him, burning his back and causing him to yelp out of pain. Jenifer was dangerously close now and the fire on her hands grew to roaring flames which danced like those from hell. She brought her hand back and smirked, Kir’s eyes screwed shut, both hands raised up to protect himself from the on-coming blow, Jenifer threw her fist forward, aiming straight for his face, heating coming closer and closer until it burn--





Kir screamed out, jerking upwards and alarming the two Angels sleeping near him. They frantically circled around the albino who had his head within his shaking hands, his eye wide and his knees pulled right up to his chest. The pain throbbed in everyone of his wounds, the scabs on them splitting open and causing them to bleed just as bad as they did when first inflicted. Kir felt his eyes become full of water, but he bit back the tears which were trying to force themselves out. He couldn’t cry here, not now and not ever. The Angels began licking at the blood which seeped through bandages, Kir pushed them away, causing them to fall to the floor and roll around a little until they were able to orientate themselves again. His breathing became shallow and frantic, the shaking within his limbs increasing. His only good eye tightly shut itself, a few stray tears leaking out from below, silently splashing on the floor.