POISON RAIN (GxG)

The depths within us?

Wolfies pov:

I felt trapped within the recesses of my mind, unable to escape the haunting memories that consumed me. The sensation of blood trickling down my hands, drying on my wrists as I moved, was no mere dream it was a vivid memory of our training, a testament to the horrors we had endured.

The metallic stench in the air was overwhelming, enough to sicken even the strongest of stomachs. Yet, I had become numb to it, a twisted adaptation to the violence that had become ingrained in my very being. That sadistic bastard of a demon reveled in the sight, in the feeling of a life slipping away between my fingers as I watched the light fade from their eyes.

It was not just adults, but children too, that fell before me, begging for their lives. The anguish in their voices, the desperate pleading, should have been enough to shatter any semblance of humanity within me. But instead, it had become almost... pleasant. A twisted satisfaction that I loathed, yet could not escape.

We were no longer human, but dogs - predators prowling the streets, our prey the very people who did not become monsters. It no longer mattered who you were, or what your story was when faced with a killer like myself. We had been reduced to nothing more than animals, driven by our basest instincts, our souls corrupted beyond recognition.

And in the depths of my mind, my demon, Erebus, sat upon his throne, cackling at the carnage. He reveled in the control he had over me, the power he wielded, as he forced me to commit unspeakable acts. I was a mere puppet, dancing to CROWN's twisted tune, unable to break free from the shackles of my own fate.

The weight of it all was crushing, the guilt and shame threatening to consume me. How had I fallen so far, become so twisted and devoid of empathy? The answer eluded me, lost in the haze of trauma and the relentless echoes of Erebus' laughter.

I longed for a way out, a chance to reclaim the humanity that had been stolen from me. But the path forward was shrouded in darkness, and I feared that I had passed the point of no return. The only solace I found was in the knowledge that, somewhere deep within, a part of me still clung to the hope of redemption, of breaking free from this living nightmare. 

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Waking from a deep, restless slumber, I found myself wrapped in a restrictive jacket, my feet freezing on the cold, concrete floor. The once-dim room was now brightly lit, the harsh glare searing my eyes. "Hello? Dr? Red?" I called out, my voice laced with trepidation.

The door creaked open, and a young man with vibrant pink hair peeked inside. "Did I hurt anyone?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. He shook his head, and the door swung open wider, revealing Dr. Liam, clipboard in hand.

"You nearly lost control again," he said, his tone grave as he approached me, examining my eyes, feet, and ears. "You're good to go, but don't let it happen again, Wolfie. I hate seeing you like this." He pressed a button on his pocket, and with a sigh, turned to leave. "If this happens again, you'll have to stay back, Project."

I nodded, my mind racing, and followed the pink-haired man back to our shared quarters. As I entered, I found Red and Songbird engaged in an intense arm-wrestling match, the table dented from the force of their struggle. Songbird was attempting to hypnotize Red, who in turn was heating his hand, ready to burn his opponent.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, are you better?" Red asked, momentarily pausing the match. I nodded, forcing a smile, and retreated to my room, the weight of my recent lapse heavy on my shoulders.

Sitting at my desk, I stared at the files that had been left for me, a sigh escaping my lips. So much work to be done, and I knew that much of it would fall to Songbird and Pink – the more stable, reliable members of our team. I couldn't help but feel like a liability, a ticking time bomb that threatened to tear us all apart.

Laying back on the bed, I felt my muscles contract and then slowly relax, as if my body were trying to release the tension and turmoil that consumed my mind. The memories of our "training," the scent of blood and the agonizing screams of our victims, haunted me. I had become numb to the violence, All this to make us their dogs I bet thy've killed at least a million and most with our hands.

But the guilt, the shame, the utter revulsion I felt towards myself – these emotions threatened to crush me, to drown me in a sea of self-loathing. How had I become this way? How had I allowed my "demon," this Erebus, to take control, CROWN turned me into a monster.

I longed for a way out, a chance to reclaim the humanity that had been so cruelly stripped from me. But the path forward was shrouded in darkness, and I feared that I had passed the point of no return. The only solace I found was in the knowledge that, somewhere deep within, a part of me still clung to the hope of redemption, of breaking free from this living nightmare.

As I lay there, my thoughts swirling, I couldn't help but wonder if the others Red, Songbird, and Pinky struggled with the same demons that plagued me. Were we all lost, doomed to be consumed by the darkness that had taken root within us? Or was there a glimmer of hope, a chance to find our way back to the light? Will we ever be free?

--------A/N
Kind of a violent chapter but that's gonna be common!