'To attempt the destruction of our passions is the height of folly. What a noble aim is that of the zealot who tortures himself like a madman in order to desire nothing, love nothing, feel nothing, and who, if he succeeded, would end up a complete monster.' ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Denis Diderot
βββThe Dirty-Workerβββ
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ββ βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ "Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, -----------to see life as it is and not as it should be." -----------------------Miguel de Cervantes -------- ----Location: Ruined City ; The Brotherhood's base ; First floor ; Main entrance ---------------------Feeling: Annoyed ; Tired ; Sane (at the moment) βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββJulian was on the first floor of The Brotherhood's base. Well, he was just outside the building, and look up at it with a blank expression that formed a frowned. He knew that the building would be exploding after Neil and Amber set up the bomb, but that didn't make him feel any more comfortable with it falling down.
The memory of the worst night of his life came back to him in that instant. Oh the pain... It messed with his mind, and his body was in pieces that night until it healed again in the morning. His mental state had been slowly deteriorating since then, and now he's on a line between sanity and insanity.
Julian's flashback ended a moment later and he found himself with his hand raised to his forehead, feeling dizzier than before. He shook this off though, and went into the building, pushing the large doors out of the way. This was the main entrance; the entrance that all the gang members would come crawling to in hopes of leaving the building before it was destroyed or before they would be killed, except that Julian and Serkan would be waiting there for them.
Julian looked over at his partner for this mission, Mission Zero, and said, "They'll be coming soon." He wasn't someone of many words, and that was about all he would say for the meanwhile. The rest of the while, he'd be killing any man, or even woman for that matter. It didn't matter which. Gender equality, right?
He began to hear screams, and the heavy steps of shoes on the ground headed in their direction. "As long as no one gets past us," Julian began, hunching over as his power, as well as insanity, began to take over. "It doesn't matter what we decide to do because the one and only goal is to kill anyone who tries to get past us. Easy enough." He murmured quietly with a horrible grimace on his face just as a two pairs of four, bloody red tentacle-like blades sprang from his back.
Julian had control over his own blood, and he used it to his advantage. Something spoke in his mind every time he was going to kill. Something excited him from the inside and told him words of violence, gore, and hatred. The insanity ran through his body just like his blood, and the soothing words whispered for him to attack anyone who dared to try and pass him.
At the sometime, Julian was trying to keep a leash on the monster inside of him. If he let go, who knew what would happen... He might even end up trying to kill Serkan because those whispers in his head were just that strong. He wouldn't let himself get out of hand. All he needed to do was to prevent anyone from escaping alive. That's it. He didn't need to do anything extra. Nothing else. That's all. Stay calm. Don't go overboard.
This worked, and he wiped that disgusting, terrifying look off his face. "Here they come..." He breathed as the first set of men came into sight.