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2024-10-29 19:42:56It was a simple rundown apartment. It had a kitchen and living room in the same place. One barely working toilet and shower in another room and finally one room by the side it. The couch in the living room was a red three seat couch that had holes in them. The red fabric had faded with patches here and there while at the same time, littered with unidentifiable dried stains. An old television stood in front of the old couch which was off.
In the corner of the small apartment was a slightly malnourished boy of about ten years on his knees on the cold hard floor while facing the corner wall. His body was shaking from time to time, not knowing if it was because of the cold room and floor, or that he had been on his knees for hours. He had various scars of varying sized across his back and hands. He only had on a pair of shorts and socks with nothing to cover his skinny top.
Even though the young boy had been by himself for so many hours, he did not dare to leave his kneeli
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Anderson was jolted awake the moment everything faded. He felt sharp burning pains in his chest and abdomen. The very same place he was shot. He threw fits of cough and could taste blood in his mouth, but no matter how he checked or spa out, he could not see any blood. Looking around, he could see that he had returned to the same dirt crossroad with Suit staring at him with a welcoming and amused smile. “Welcome back.”“What was that? What the hell is going on?” Anderson grabbed his chest and asked with a grim expression. Anderson wondered how he could be feeling the way he was feeling. He could still feel the pain of the gunshot wound. It was almost as if the bullets were still lodged in his stomach and chest, yet no matter how much he checked, rubbed or felt the area, he could not see or feel anything different. It was a very painful and uncomfortable feeling for him.“Well, you got shot. You are not expecting it to just go away, now are
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“Give it back.” Anderson demanded. “Whatever you took, bad or not. Give it back.” The feeling knowing you had something but had been taken from you, especially not knowing specifically what it was made him feel like a bit of his soul had been taken from him. It was a hallowing feeling. Suit shook his finger at Anderson. “Aren’t you being a little ungrateful, Anderson? Not only did I allow you to know what you will go through as a test run, but even after you failed, what I took away was a bad memory. Yet here you are whining like a little baby whose toy had been taken away. Humans.” Suit looked like he was getting angry at Anderson and his constant ‘Give me’ and ungrateful attitude. Thinking about it logically, Suit would indeed seem like he was on Anderson’s side, but Anderson knew very well not to trust the man or demon before him. Besides, Suit himself had confirmed that the world he put him in, even though Anderson still did not completely understand that part, h
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Anderson was back in the familiar darkness. Since he had been there a few times, there was no fear on his face. Although the place was dark, he could somehow see a few meters away from him. There was no source of light, yet he just could. He looked around, seemingly searching for something.“Looking for me?” A familiar voice sounded from behind him. Anderson turned around to see the familiar face staring at him with the mouth open in what Anderson could only assume to be trying to make a scary face. “Well, you’re no fun.” Seeing no reaction from Anderson, the other figure stopped trying and moved back. Anderson stared at the fellow that had stepped back. Same burnt face, same bloodied mouth. Finally having a proper look, there was not a single hair on his head either. It was all burnt away.“If you keep staring at me like that you’ll make me blush.” The guy chuckled seeing Anderson checking him out like that. Anderson sto
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Anderson walked out of his room into the creaking corridors of the second floor. The orphanage was a two-story building, and all the bedrooms were on the second floor. It was a very old orphanage, and everything was either very old and barely working or just broken down and collecting dust. Walking down the stairs, Anderson heard and felt it creak, causing him to slow his walk down. Although he knew, or more specifically, remembered that was how the stairs had always been, Anderson felt the memories that he had of his decade and something years he had been in the orphanage felt more like autopiloted than him actually experiencing it himself. It was like a murky layer had been removed from his eyes, allowing him to see things clearer.“Count Dracula finally rises. Muhahah!” Reaching the ground floor, Anderson was greeted by a familiar exaggerated voice. Anderson turned to a pretty dark-skinned teen feeding an eight-year-old girl seated on her lap. Kira: That was he
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The top floor had all the bathrooms and bedrooms. Facing the stairs along the long hallway were five bedrooms. From the looks of it, it seemed the orphanage in the past used to hold a lot of children and matrons. Now that there were not that many, Anderson and Carson were given the opportunity to have their own room since they were both old enough to have their privacy. Unfortunately, only one person would get that opportunity since the other would have to stay with the boys to help take care of them.Anderson occupied the last room on the right which was said to be the room of an old matron after winning it in a very long game of rock-paper-scissors. The room next to his was occupied by the twins and Carson. It was much larger compared to Anderson’s room. It had four different bunk beds. One occupied by the twins and another by Carson. You would think the twins would each occupy a bunk bed, but the refused to be separated from each other even if it meant sleeping on di
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“I heard the orphanage was getting a new member soon.” The old man suddenly changed the subject while he was giving Anderson his payment. The abrupt change startled Anderson a little. It was only this morning they had heard about the new addition to their orphanage.“Wait, how did you?” Anderson could not help himself but ask.“This is a very small town. Everyone hears everything. Haha” Old Cabbage laughed at the confused expression on Anderson’s face. He had really begun to love the little different expressions on people’s faces recently. Even he had no idea when he picked that up. “Well, not that it matters. It’s only unfortunate that this time, it’s you three who are going to be leaving soon.” There was a little bit of sentiment in his voice.Anderson became even more confused hearing the words of the old man. And what did he mean by three of them? Was he talking about Carson and Kira as
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Anderson slowly opened his eyes and stared at the old ceiling above him. He frowned slightly and was immediately put in a bad mood. He knew morning would come, but he felt it had come a little to quick. Anderson felt the night had passed too quickly. Anderson was almost about to blame the morning for forcing him to face what he would have to face today.Regardless of what he felt, morning had come, and he would have to face it regardless of his desires or lack of it. Slowly waking up from his bed, he showered and made himself ready for the day. Anderson grudgingly made his way downstairs where everyone except Miss. Agnes was waiting to have breakfast. It looked like they were having leftover stew from the previous night for breakfast.“Woah. Someone is in a bad mood.” Carson spoke up the moment he saw Anderson, drawing everyone’s attention towards him. Anderson had not realized it, but a small frown had made its way onto his face. His entire person wa
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Anderson took cover in the control room. He was fully geared in his tactical attire with all types of guns and knives hanging on him. He looked like he was preparing for war. His entire house was made from bullet proof glass. The house was located away from town, on a remote large acre of land owned by Anderson. It was because his work was dangerous and could easily attract enemies that he secluded himself away from town. His house was surrounded by multiple cameras at all angles in order to catch any intruder that intended on sneaking up on him. With the sudden disappearance of Suit, especially the look on his face before he disappeared, Anderson was not going to take any chances. He had no idea what the demon was going to prepare for him, thus he needed to be on the alert. It was at this time that he was grateful that his home was designed in such a way. Currently, Anderson was staring intently at all the cameras, but could not find anyone or anything out of place. That, h
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The angel looked at Suit and unfurled wing about the same size as her from behind her. She lifter her head proudly, puffing out her chest in the process. “I told you. Today, nothing will save you from me.” She walked confidently towards Suit and raised her large sword with both hands without difficulty. With a hard swing, she struck horizontally with all her might aiming to decapitate Suit in one quick swing.The Angel had a victorious smirk on her usually stern face. She was already seeing the head of the meat body the demon was inhabiting rolling on the floor. Her only regret was being unable to save the person much sooner. With how comfortable and in control the demon looked, there was no doubt about the number of decades, even centuries the demon had inhabited the body. Usually, that mean the soul of the human had long since died.The blade was inches away from severing the demon’s head. That was until it stopped. No matter how much the angel push
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Morning came quicker than Anderson had wanted it to. The blinds to his room automatically opened at the stroke of six, adjusting itself to the perfect angle to let in the right amount of sunlight. With the amount of money this world’s Anderson had made throughout his life, he had been able to properly live a life of luxury without care. Especially since it was all legal money, he had nothing to fear or worry about. Anderson knew as well that even if it was dirty money, he would still show and spend it openly without a care.Anderson quickly pulled out a gun from under his bed and fired two quick shots. The bullets entered a chair that was in his room. The target was none other than Suit who merely sat there eating chips. He smiled, declining to comment on the continuous futile attempt of Anderson to try and shoot him, leaving him to his, as he put it, therapeutic designs. “Good morning to you too.” Suit greeted.“Don’t you have anything be
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It did not take long for Anderson to wake up in the dark room again. “Eey. Look whose back. Did you miss me?” Before he could completely open his eyes, he heard a familiar hyperactive voice right beside him. Anderson slowly opened his eyes and saw Leash squatting beside him, staring down at his with a happy expression. Anderson felt the demon had spent too much time alone for him to be the way he was. Anderson lay there quietly for a while before finally siting up. He was now used to everything that was happening around him.Anderson looked around the room they were in. There was nothing else in the room except the happy looking Leash. Anderson wondered if nothing could be brought in such a place. He would have probably gone insane already if he had to stay in such a place even for one minute. Who knew just how long Leash had been in such a place, and how time flow worked there? It was no wonder the poor happy go lucky demon had already lost his mind. Anderson tur
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A few minutes passed and Anderson slowly opened his eyes. His face was wet with tears and a deep frown was etched on his face. He had just lost something precious to him. Although he could not remember exactly what it was he had lost, he could feel it in his heart that he had not only lost something, but it was also something very precious to him. Anderson had no idea whether it was the mechanics of it or that was just how Suit had set it up just to torture him.“Welcome back. I must admit, you were so close to surviving there. I was actually rooting for you.” The demon’s words brought him out of his thoughts. He glared at Suit, but he only stood there with a smile on his face, completely ignoring the glare he was receiving. Anderson did not even bother with asking Suit to return what he had taken because he knew very well the demon before him would not bother to pay him any heed.Anderson sat up. He was finding a bit of difficulty in talking. He was
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“Oh my, to what do I owe this unpleasant visit?” Suit looked to the three figures that were standing a few feet outside the bloody circle and spoke. His smile was as pleasing to the eyes as ever. Even after he just called their visit unpleasant, he still looked like a host welcoming their guest with the utmost courtesy, while occasionally stealing glances at the screen in front of him.The three that had arrived, two men and a woman, did not seem the friendly kind. To them, the smile Suit was sporting seemed to irk them even more. Their hate and displeasure, evident from the glare and sneer on their faces. Regardless of all of that, Suit did not seem to mind. His smile was still ever present on his face, and his concentration drawing ever more to the screen in front of him.“What are you doing?” One of the men, a little shorter than the other huffed in displeasure. The frown never once faltering on his face.“Pardon?” Suit sti
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“Wait.” Miss. Agnes suddenly spoke before taking a few more steps back. “The knife. Toss it away.” Anderson felt a little upset He had been hoping because she had a gun, she would get complacent and let him keep the knife. Thinking about it, it sounded a little dumb, even for him. If it were him, of course there was no way he would let his prisoner keep their weapon. Anderson tossed raised the knife up slightly, but heard the gun cocking behind him. The woman was every bit as alert as she could be. Anderson tossed the knife away after a slight hesitation. “Good boy. Don’t be a pouty baby. Besides, I have a surprise for you.” Miss. Agnes spoke after seeing Anderson continue to move right after tossing the knife away. She was delighted that he was moving on his own accord, granted it was under duress, but still. She looked like she had a plan, and it was better with them moving away.“Where are we going?” Anderson asked the
