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Kirill Manson

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--

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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.