This is for Rosio, Charry and I~
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Thread Topic: This is for Rosio, Charry and I~
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Nolan
He needs more roles, poor babe. -
So does Kaito. ;3;
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And last but not least, Wagner.
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Maybe if he wasn't so shyyyyy.
Kaito is a guard, though. His job is boring like Gin's.
That's my Waggy. Totes ship you with Gin so hard. -
YOU CAN'T BLAME HIM
Wow, Carls.
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OKAY, SO I WAS LISTENING TO NIGHTCORE AND I FOUND THIS:
THIS REMINDED ME OF ANGEL AND PITCH LOL. It's sad, but vv true. I spoke to me. It's accurate. -
*It
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welp
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Accurate af.
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I'm over here like...
What happened?
That "I'll take no more" part. -
Totes want Conny and Pitch to throw punches.
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They almost did that one time.
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I wrote a think about Iann and Anthony's relationship and my heart is hurting.
The girl had died screaming, and Iann had watched her, thinking, This is the last one. Of course, it wouldn't be. There'd be hundreds and hundreds more, almost two or three a day before he finally got the balls to tell him brother that they needed to shut the lab down. At this point, he couldn't remember exactly why he'd agreed to start it. Only that they needed to stop.
Oh, yeah.
It had been cold outside that day, and he hadn't been able to leave the swing outside the large house his mom and the children had lived it. He'd moved by then, but he loved the house and ended up spending more time there than he did at his own place. After all, it was where his family was. He tilted his head back, flexing his fingers. The swing moved at someone sat down next to him, and he didn't have to look up to know who it was.
"He signed the papers. Just like that. He's really going to marry that guy, and.. And Mom's going to be with Harley, and.."
Brooklyn didn't get upset much. She was the calm one, the one who nothing got to. He'd watched her grow up into the beautiful teen she was now, and he'd never once seen her cry. A bit of pain shot through his heart. "Hey," He muttered, sitting up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer, "It may be kinda cool. I mean, think about it. Three dads. Imagine how much money you'll get from returning their s---ty presents they give you for your birthday." She laughed. Smiled a bit, and then started crying again. Iann pulled her into his chest, trying to sooth her. "Don't cry. Don't.." He remembered, just vaguely, looking up and meeting Anthony's eyes in the window. A shiver flashed through him.
It was the next day that Anthony actually approached him. It was in the lab beneath the the house, the one that had been split into two areas- Science, and medical. The fields were closely related, so Iann didn't mind working in the same space as his brother. Even if.. Some of the things Anthony did made his skin crawl.
"What if.. What if we could build a person who.. Didn't have any problems? Like, no lust, or hate, or.. Oh, Iann, don't give me that look."
"You know that I don't approve of that kind of experimenting. It's morally wrong."
"So is divorce! Really, Iann, imagine all the good it would do. A queen that wouldn't crack under pressure! A stable kingdom. A stable family.. Think about it. We could fix our family."
"Our family. It's too late for that.."
"No, it's not," Anthony hummed, grinning brightly, "We can still fix this. Mom and Dad just.. Need some persuasion. And if we can create a perfect person from scratch, we can make them perfect."
"You're insane."
"I prefer brilliant.."
"Mhm." Iann told himself that he was just doing it to make sure that Anthony didn't get out of hand. So that he could make sure he didn't do anything unorthodox. But, truthfully, the idea of fixing their parent's relationship made a little spark jump in his heart. If he could get his family back, then.. It'd be worth it.
At first, the experiments weren't that bad. Studying structure and brains, and hearts, and organ systems, and.. Stuff that Iann loved. Anthony left that to him. One day, though, he suggested that they move their lab to a more.. Remote location. Iann assumed it was because they were about to start messing with chemicals and stuff, and he didn't want to risk blowing the house up.
Oh, oh, he was so wrong.
The place Anthony had picked already had a lab- Clearly, he'd already been working in it for some time. Iann glanced up, and felt a wave of nausea roll through him. After emptying his breakfast onto the floor, he spun, and slammed Anthony up against the wall. His brother just laughed at he pointed up. Up to the twenty cages that were suspended from the ceiling, full of people of all species and ages.
"What the hell," He gasped, shaking Anthony's shoulders, "Is going on here?"
"Come on. Don't act like you don't love the idea of it! We could create a new race. A super race.. A perfect race. I've watched you working on our little project. You love it. Don't pretend you dislike this idea."
"You're sick. Let them go, Anthony. This is wrong. This is.. This is so wrong," He repeated, unable to form any real words.
"Come on. Just try it. If you still have doubts after you see what progress I've made, then we can stop. I'll let you off the band wagon. But you have to let me show you." Iann accepted.
And ended up being blow away by the girl that was part shadow, part angel. If she was healthy, then he could save his cousin, Pierce.
And the boy who was part fox demon, part something else, who could recite the whole human dictionary, in every language. His brain scans showed full levels of activity.
Iann told himself he was doing this to improve people. To save people. He told himself that he could get Anthony to stop. That it wasn't that bad.
In the weeks that followed, he worked right beside his brother. Dissecting the creatures that he had mutated into creation. Trying to edit out their flaws, to make them perfect. Somewhere along the line, he'd become numb to their sobs and pleas, numb to the way their limp bodies dropped into the incinerated after they expired.
Expired. He hated that word, but it felt right. These things weren't even people, after all. Were they? No. If he thought of them as people, then he'd have to face the reality of what he'd done. And that was too dark for him.
He wasn't sure where Anthony got them. All he knew is the three or four or five they killed one day were always replaced the next. He didn't care if they had families. If they had emotions. They were just his experiments, right?
"Oh, Iann~ I think we've made a break through. Look at this." Anthony was standing over a sleeping girl. She was, up front, flawless. Her hair was perfect, right to the individual strands of her eyebrows. Her skin was clear, and her chest didn't move at all as she breathed.
"Her personality is a perfect balance of chemicals. Her emotions will always be level, normal, predictable. She can be programmed, and.."
And something was wrong. He didn't head his voice any more. This was what they had created. A perfect person. So, why, did it feel so wrong? They had made her. From scratch. Grown the skin and her heart from cells. Threaded her hair into her scalp. Formed her brain, with real wishes and desires and motives, and.. And she was real. Too real.
When she opened her eyes, he got his answer. She started screaming right away, in agony. Anthony's smile faded, and he stepped back, watching her flail as if she had no control over her body. Blood flew in splatters from her mouth, landing on him. She was dying, and it took her twenty minutes to do it. He stood there, listening to her scream, for twenty minutes.
Iann stormed out after flicking a blanket up over her head. It was raining outside. He felt the water washing off the dried blood, and it felt a bit like it was trying to wash away his sins, and failing. "No more."
"What?" Anthony snapped, moving to stand in front of Iann. He was getting tall. Tall enough to look his brother in the eyes without having to look up. "You can't leave now. We're so close. We're-"
"We're done!" He shot back, shoving Anthony, hard. "You're going to end this. Now. Let them do, Anthony. It's not worth it."
"Let them go where? They're perfect! They wont fit in!"
"They're not perfect! They're monsters! We're monsters! We.. We have no right to play God. We're ending this. Now, Anthony. Right now."
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"..No. We're not. I'm not done. I'm so close, Iann. So close to fixing our family, and-"
"And that's bulls---! They're happy! Let them be happy, Anthony! They're not getting back together. Get over it. I don't want to make you stop."
"Make me?" He scoffed. "How would you do that?"
"If you don't stop.. I'll report you." With that, he walked off. Knowing good and well that if he reported Anthony, he'd have to take the fall as well.
There was an article in the newspaper the next week. A warehouse had been burnt down, and the bodies of fifty creatures had been found inside. They didn't know what they were, but they were investigating it. Iann didn't have to read the address to know it was the lab.
He stopped by Anthony's door, rapping on it. When he opened it, Iann dropped the paper at his feet, shook his head, and walked away.
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