RELEASE ME [Saiko Mori's Rampage From Hebi Laboratories]
Sun Jan 24, 2016 7:09 am
Continued From This Thread A Day Or Two Later:
https://www.platinumhearts.net/t14440p20-sphere-of-strife-enter-the-realm-of-war-and-causality-akureyri-iceland-conflict-mission-event-thread
Artist: Aivi - Song: Lapis Lazuil - Word Count: 1200
There was darkness -- then there was light. For as the plum eyes of Saiko Mori became awoken to the world, she would find herself in a room with only a single light; and a darkness as black as the night beyond it's reach. The tiles on the floor beneath her boots were pale as snow, while the walls themselves mended into the midnight all around her.
Yet, none of that mattered to the raven haired girl. All that was muttering through the crux of her essence was this:
Pain, pain, pain, pain.
That was the only word which could be radiated over and over again in the consciousness of Saiko Mori upon her awakening. There was much anguish had over her existence that was still tethered to this realm, as contrasting screams of internal regret clawed at her for not sticking to her intent of dying on that battlefield.
So many lives taken were taken in the rampage of her sorrows internal burst, yet this world still sought to keep her alive. Why? What purpose could it serve to so much as let a creature such as herself live? Why did that half-hearted excuse for a Doctor dare to keep such a suicidal menace as herself alive? It took away the meaning of her death, the justice which was to be served and the life she wanted to end.
It was made all the more gut-wrenching to the girl as she recalled the deadened beauty of that boy beginning to fade in the wake of her taint and corruption. The burning, nauseating sensation of guilt, regret, anger and shame would cluster in her stomach like a cyclone of knives ripping apart her intestines until she ultimately vomited shades of orchid, shade and crimson into the once colorless floor beneath her feet.
Wiping away the chunks of filth from her mouth caused the frightened, anxious and unnerved Shinigami to shake, quiver and wonder just how she got herself in this mess altogether. It was if her senses died, her perception of reality broke and she was in an infinitely looped hell of her own scornful actions which led her to this point.
All of the lives she reaped, the blood soiled in her name; all of it was -- for what? The selling of her own soul to save another? Even if her family and friends were well taken care of, was it truly worth the suffering of her spirit and the murder of so many countless enemies and innocents?
She just wanted them to be spared the fate of being hell's victims -- but not like this.
So, again, another pool of vomit would erupt out from the mouth of Saiko and she'd slam her fist into the ground as tears of anger, fear and sadness spread out into the mess of her essence. She had no one to blame for all of this but herself. It is why she remained ensnared, trapped and enslaved to this life. Not because of the blame of others, but because of the actions she took to invoke this response from life and those whom live in it.
Even if her intents were only good, none of that mattered when the actions she took were so criminally skewed and butchered. And, due to how blood was on The Void Engima's hands -- there was no choice but to keep descending further down the rabbit's hole of despair. Therefore, Saiko sought to stand on her own two feet, regain her prowess and summon the depths of her abilities to the forefront.
No matter if that seal of The Mad Doctor's still burned into her soul, she would not be trapped like a bird in this hell. No longer would life continue to cage her. It didn't matter if it was those miserable demons, this lunatic mad man who wanted to play a sick sort of hero or the inner torment of her mind's own disgusting fixation on making her conscious anguished, scared and despondent; SHE WASN'T HAVING ANYMORE OF IT IN THIS MOMENT!
In a shout of tears, frustration and distress; The Corrupted Blood of Saiko Mori boiled and raged forth to the surface in a form of explosive Death Energy. It came in the form of multiple teardrops which brought to life dozens of shade and orchid hued explosions. From this screeching assault, the walls which kept her chained in this room broke and The Void Enigma would seek to find her out of this place.
Even as the smoke and flames filled the area, the heart of The Shinigami only desired these things: to find Ash Iramasha and give her condolences to that beautiful spirit. Then, if she were to do that, pick up the shambles of her own wretched life and determine what to do with it. Shadow Fall could come and find her if she wanted, but she didn't give a god damn about that either.
For if she failed to provide a sufficient answer for her absence --- it didn't matter. She was suicidal anyway, right? So if any of her actions brought forth harm, that's what she wanted in the end anyway and it didn't matter what she did. So why NOT act however she pleased?
Thus, even as her body trembled and vibrated with fear on the inside, the lone embodiment of Saiko dared to continue her path to the surface and seek her way out of this abysmal hell from this sick-o of a "Doctor". Therefore, as the alarms and sirens went off, she fired volley after volley at all of the snakes, guards and appendages which tried to halt her path out of this loathsome lab.
It didn't matter what stood in her path, she was at least going to get out of here. So, if she could help it, she would at least try and live long enough to die breathing in the air from the surface world. Therefore, in one blood curdling scream filled with emotion, Saiko hollered out these words to the underground chamber of Hades:
"I'M SAIKO MORI! AND I REFUSE TO BE TRAPPED IN HERE ANY LONGER!"
In that that single cry, she'd forge another vortex of tears from behind her through the maiden's Death Energy and seek to continue blowing wall after wall away from this base. As she progressed with each step, she'd obliterate every last bit of this experimental ground along her path.
This was the rampage and unleashing of The Void Enigma's spirit to the world. No one was going to stop her from this revolution of herself. Not even -- herself. For even if she wanted to give up, there was something burning outside that wouldn't shut up and keep pressing her down this path of internal insurgency.