Well, my friend and I had this role play, but it turned out to be narm, and I said it would be better in story form so i wrote it in story form. I can't write in Third Person POV, so I wrote it as if someone were observing them.
For the record, I think this version is worse.Thoughts? I think I may end up rewriting this as a novel sometime in the future, but eh.
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I watched them from above, the only light in the darkness being from the screen of the monitor. I wrote down my observations, however sometimes it was just too difficult to. Although, it was my job.
The one with the black hair – Cyrii, I think his name was – confined himself to the corner while the blonde haired one tried to coax him to come over to her. It was touching, but they were not long for this world, before I would decide to release them from their agony and let them die.
“Chloe, do you remember when we were still happy together? Do you ever wish that we could die together, simply so we could be happy and not in pain anymore?”
For the first time in a while, I head Cyrii speak something besides the words “it hurts”. I can’t imagine how horrible it must have been to gain not one but three pairs of wings, all due to dome sick experiment conducted ‘for the greater good’, the government said.
Greater good my a**.
The girl with blonde hair – Chloe, apparently – didn’t answer. One of the scientists walked into the cell, and over to Cyrii, only to have himself impaled by one of the broken bars of the cage-like room. Cyrii, seeming to watch him drop to the floor, hid himself with his wings.
Chloe seemed to be the only one immune to the violent fits Cyrii would throw when anyone came near him – often resulting in the offender dead. The scientists would have to restrain him when they came to retrieve the body of their dead coworker, eventually just skipping right to sedate him.
I personally wondered why they hadn’t executed him yet as a threat to the safety of everyone, but then I scrapped the thought. They didn’t because I wouldn’t release them from their agony.
Day after day, the events repeated themselves before everyone in the lab was dead except for Cyrii and Chloe. Chloe walked over to Cyrii and knelt by him, offering him some of the stale bread she had saved when they came to give them food. Every time, he refused, but this time was different.
He violently pushed her away, then used the broken glass on the ground from previous encounters to slice into her skin. She cried, but didn’t move. “I’ll answer your questions,” she said. “Yes.”
Cyrii nodded and finished her off, and then waited for his own death to come. It took a while, but eventually he passed to the next world.
I felt a knot in my throat, but shook it off. I wrote down the date and time of each of their deaths, then set down the clip board.
“You two can be happy now. Are you glad that I allowed you to be free?” I knew my words would not reach them, but they were less for them and more for me, reassuring myself that they would be happy in the next life.
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