[i]Zenith lies on his bed, thinking about what he is, he rethinks the memories he had when he was becoming prt of FN. He then realizes when the experiments started, the daily experiment, physical and mental tests. He realizes he didn't have a 'normal' childhood. He killed people all the time for the government, he didn't even know who they were, he just did as he was told. Then he starts to think about what he is, how he was made to be this, 'thing'.[/i]
[b][i][u]5PM, Dorms[/u][/i][/b]
[i]Zenith stands in his dorm, the door closed but unlocked. He picks up his sword, the thing that started it all. He holds it's edge against his chest. The thoughts from earlier still running throughout his mind[/i]
[b]Why[/b]
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[b]the door bursts open and Shepard drop kicks the sword from his hand[/b] "Nope! Not you... Not today."
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[i]He looks at the Shepard and teleports to catch his sword[/i] [b]What the hell?![/b]
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"Nope.. Not letting you kill yourself.. Not today"
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[b]Why?![/b]
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"I've lost too many people to suicide and I'm not losing you"
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[b]Whats wrong? You gonna miss someone who has the powers of a Demon?[/b]
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"YES... I have the same powers... Right azazel?" [b]the colors on one arm invert and high five the other [/b]
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[b]So?[/b]
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"So I know what's up man... And you've claimed you haven't killed anyone innocent.... So why die now?"
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[b]You don't know anything! You don't know what I did for this![/b]
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"What did you do then... I'm not letting you kill yourself, friend... It's... It's not happening"
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[b]I spent my life being experimented and tested on. You don't know what it's like to not have a 'normal' childhood. I'm only sixteen and I've killed many people[/b]
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"My childhood consisted of running around the Avalon from armed guards who, if I was caught, would throw me out of an airlock toward a planet full of my entire species corpses... I'm not human.. They hunted us... And they would not stop until I murdered a large prostitution trade runner down on ashuna and gained some respect... That was for 19 damn years man... 19 years of fear... I know how this feels dude, I can't let you just.. Give up."
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[b]Why the hell not?![/b]
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"Cuz your too valuable, man. FN can't afford to lose such a powerful operative..."
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[i]His face has no emotion[/i] [b]Maybe. I'll think about it[/b]
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"Give me the swords.. Someone with an urge to kill themselves can't be trusted with weapons.."
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[i]He hands you his plasma edge and his other sword, but not the Demon sword[/i]
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[b]he glances at it and motions for him to hand it over[/b] "all of them.. I'm trying to help you."
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[i]He doesn't give you it[/i] [b]Trust me, this sword isn't compatible with anyone else[/b]
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"Than hide it from yourself, stop you from going through the trouble of getting it"
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[b]Oh, this sword can't kill me.[/b] [i]He sheathes it[/i]
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[b]he raises an eyebrow [/b]
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[i]He draws it and stabs himself in the chest, as he pulls the sword out the wound is already healed[/i]
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[b]he lowers another tinfoil hat onto his head [/b]