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A general state of mourning seems to have taken over the family. I cannot seem to remember quite how I felt at the time of the Incident. The latest of these Abominations--perhaps the last, perhaps not. It seems the same. The result is always, unchangingly, a pile of bodies. Research materials, I should say now. The developing child was torn from her, you see, but the body is still somewhat intact. I intended to hide the sight from my sister, to save her troubled eyes from more undue pain, but this pain proves yet to be an opportunity that I may not deny. Not wisely, no. The child will be brought back, would that not be more pleasant, to her, to all of us? The unborn thing-a boy, it seems, it would have been, and perhaps may be-....where was I....ah. The boy would be an accomplishment, yes. An accomplishment. A test of skills. A masterpiece. Menthol seems preouccupied in all of this grief. Foolish. Babies die all the time. I fail to see the importance of...no. No, this was Azri's last joy. This will be her new hope. Razzle. . . that little fool keeps getting himself in trouble now, hiding...? Foolish. There's no need to hide that young body. . . No. The child is the matter of this report. The boy. The thing. This project may concern some certain unethical tests, but I believe myself a bit exempt from certain human... limitations. There are no regrets. Sacrifice is Sacrifice, and occasionally it must occur, just as...Accidents. Yes, Accidents have been known to happen quite often. Quite...and who would really mind a few bumps in the night, for the sake of our Sunshine's happiness? For the sake of such useful Flesh. Such a sweet Face. Yes. Pretty things deserve preservation, Sacrifices must be made. That idiot...that idiot said he wouldn't leave me alone. It's damned cold, the boy would be shivering, I am not. Why don't I shiver? I feel the cold...? No, no, this is too important to mind his games with Razzle. This is the boy. This is Sunshine. He will be my gift, my proof. I am not sick. There is nothing wrong with me. They're all idiots if they think there is. Could there be any one person more fit to trust? More fit to bring happiness to MY THINGS? No. No, of course not. The boy is my gift, my proof. I will be his new Creator, a giver for his mother. Yes. Sunshine girl. I don't mind being by myself. I don't mind working alone. There is nothing wrong with me--the problem lies elsewhere...
Plague
shehemzai added this comment 2008-08-31 19:18:04-05:00
AHHH!!!!!! *loves so hardcore* He's soo messed up and.... augh!
shehemzai added this comment 2008-08-31 19:18:04-05:00
AHHH!!!!!! *loves so hardcore* He's soo messed up and.... augh!