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|| Never Enough|| The Greatest Showman ||
It was dark in the box, sound hardly able to penetrate the cardboard walls. Yui hugged her knees against her chest, collecting her thoughts. She fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist, feeling as though someone had put her on mute. Silencing, that's what Shoku called it, it was stifling and uncomfortable, Yui didn't like it. She tugged, scratching at the space around her wrist. What if Yui dislocated her thumb? Then she could squeeze the bracelet off! The only issue with that was, Yui had no idea how. She pushed on the sides of the cardboard that trapped her, searching for a weak spot or a way out. She punched the box, only to nearly tip it off the cart. What was going on outside? Yui could hear Mizuki's voice, then Raven's, but their words were muffled.
They would get Yui out of here, they would surely save her.
What was this kid doing? The Prophet had strode out with an off putting amount of confidence. She grabbed Ronan's wrist, studying his light bearing mark, something distinctly terrible happening. "Let go!" Ronan snapped, watching as a snake similar to his own appeared on the Prophet's wrist. What kind of sorcery was this! He lunged, but she stepped back, aiming blood tales at herself. Ronan grinned, it was clear that she was new to the darkness, she was experiencing the first symptoms and had next to no control. Ronan could beat her, he had far more years of lingering in the dark and even if he didn't have his light bearing mark, he was physically stronger than most humans that roamed this building.
"You don't want to die," Ronan leaned down, grinning. "Because if you do, there's no one to stop me from hurting her." Shoku would be mad, sure, but Ronan had plenty of pent up rage that he wouldn't mind spending. He knew she wouldn't die either, he could inflict as much torture as he wanted on the Subject and she would still be forced to suffer through life, perhaps blinded from the injuries, or maybe Ronan would carve out the subject's vocals when he was done so that she could no longer scream. "I can hear it now, the songs she'll sing, begging me to stop." Ronan licked his lips and it was evident just how far off the deep end he was. "You don't want that now, do you?"
And then little Haruka strode forward, totting a weapon that was far too big for her pathetic body. She threatened Ronan, waving her big gun around while one of his blood tails crept along the floor, underneath the noses of both girls. Little Haruka was getting so tall, not that Ronan cared. She poured her poor heart out, expecting him to care, expecting Ronan to listen. "Blah, blah, blah, I'm so sad!" Ronan mocked, waving his hand. A wolfish grin inched onto his lips, Ronan didn't care about her feelings. Ronan didn't care about anyone's feelings.
Rule number 1: never become emotionally invested in the job.
"You misunderstand "Raven." I don't do this because I have to," a blood tail flicked out, slicing off part of the rail gun. "I do it because I want to." Another tail grabbed Mizuki, hitting her hard against the wall. Not enough to kill her, just to knock her out. He held her upside down in case she wasn't out yet and threw her against a door. Ronan grabbed the designated box on the cart, feeling the subject slide inside. He kicked it forward, aiming for Raven. There was a general set of rules that belonged to starting fights, don't mess with an enemy that was bigger than you and don't go picking a fight with crazy. Raven and Mizuki had broken both.