Blessings of Anathema

Chapter XIX: Odessa II

It's been 4 years since then...
We were taken into foster homes following the event. I became quiet and barely spoken. I didn't listen to rules or people's feelings. I became like equal attraction to everyone, pushing them all away.
Families didn't seem to like that so we got moved around a lot, never able to stay at one place. Eventually the government seized us and we became an experiment to "Test Charlie: Yurie Saving".
It was a small group of us. 15. Only 3 of us survived the experiment. Kens body withstood the Yurie with ease. The other kid struggled to maintain his. Mine... mine never came.
I had the surgery ran many times on me. Twice in my left arm, once on my neck, once on my jaw and twice on my torso. Each time a mark appeared, however it never became a living thing like with Kens.
Ken had one run with his left forearm. It was a success. They deemed Test Charlie as a failure and opened up Test Delta a few months later. There I had my surgery on my left forearm... and it worked. They placed me and Ken in a cell together. We barely talked. I didn't have much to say and he seemed too nervous to talk to me.
But now...
Now the door is opening... and in comes our Architect.
He walked in with 4 other men. They were all draped in white coats. Dr.Zyler... he's one of the head doctors here, as far as he tells us. He handles everything relating to me and my brother. He was there for Test Charlie.
"Hello, boys." He said waving to us. Neither one of us responded.
He turned to face me. "You know, you're no longer the youngest person here. You've grown since first arriving at Test Charlie. How old were you? 6." He stood there staring at me, waiting for a response. "You know you were a lot more alive back then." He said with an annoyed tone.
"When are you boys going to make up? It's been years. It's time to put it all behind you and move on. After all, is any of you really to be blamed? It was their ill intentions, not yours?" He said with a crooked smile.
He often does this. One day he'll twist things to make us blame each other for our parents suicide and the next he'll want us to be buddies. It's all mind games... and it's working.
I don't know how Ken views the situation... but I... I blame myself. I should've been a better son. A better brother. A better person. Allowing Ken to get close to me.... that'll only put him in the same state as mother. So I don't let him get close to me. Yes, I'm lonely in the end and yes, he probably thinks that I hate him but that's okay. As long as he's safe.
An alarm suddenly started going off. I looked over at Ken. We were both sitting in our beds across the room. Dr.Zyler looked up at the ceiling and then back down to me. Water started leaking underneath the door. One of the men ran to the door and opened it... water was flowing down the hallway, about ankle deep.
"Looks like we're out of time, Kids." Said Dr.Zyler. He then walked over to me. He stood there, looking down at me. He then raised his hand up and lowered it with force, slapping me across the cheek.
"You brats have been nothing but a nuisance to me since they say you have gotten here." He said before grabbing my shirt and yanking me onto the floor. He then kicked me in the ribs. The force caused me to drool a bit and my breathing stopped for a second.
"Come on, you brat! Reject the pain like you rejected the Yurie!" He said before kicking me across the head, causing me to roll over onto my back. I could use my Urie to fight but I don't want to. I'm scared. I'm scared to hurt anyone. I don't want to. I've already hurt my parents. I'd rather die than hurt more people.
Dr.Zyer began to stomp my face. I could feel the blood gurgling inside my mouth. My vision became blurry and the only sound I could hear was a lout beep. "I could've been Chief Physician if it wasn't for you and your failed body! Now look at you, marks all over your body. You look like a beast."
I then heard the sound of a blade rubbing against something. Did he just draw a knife? He's going to kill me. "Alright you piece of shit. Now time to underst-" his words were cut off by the sound of gagging. A warm liquid splattered across my face and head. My vision and hearing are starting to come back.
I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of struggle and screams. Then just as quickly as it came, everything ended.
I lifted my head up and the only thing I saw was Ken standing, knife in his hand, blood dripping off of it and down his arm.
Ken began shaking and dropped the knife. Tears began falling down his cheek. He dropped to his hands and knees and began breathing heavy. He then crawled to the corner and got in a fettle position and just.... cried.
I stood up and walked over to the knife. My body is in so much pain. Especially my head. I reached down and picked up the knife.
I looked over at the wall to my right. It had shiny lines running across it. Like someone burnt it with electricity... Ken. In those marks, I caught a glimpse of my reflection.
My hair was completely covered... red. I took a look around the room. Everything is red...
The bodies, Red.
The Floor, Red.
The Walls, Red.
Heavy footsteps were heard in the hallway which is now filled of smoke. A kid carrying another kid ran through the door and then stopped in his tracks. He looked at me and then to Ken, then back to me before turning around and leaving.
How unfortunate. I bet I looked like a monster to him. For the first time, someone caught a glimpse of who I actually am, even if it was fake.
I heard crawling and looked beside me. It was Dr.Zyler. His right hand was missing. That explains how Ken got the knife.
I walked over to Dr.Zyler and pushed him with my foot, causing him to roll over on his back. He just stared at me, shaking.
I had a chance to stop him but I didn't. I was coward and now Ken has to live with the burden of what he did. Live with the burden of me. This feeling he has inside him right now should be inside of me.
I squeezed my grip on the knife and looked away from Dr.Zyler.
I'll carry the guilt of existing. I'll carry all the pain. I'll be the pawn to Satan. I'll be... exactly who I think I am.
And so I'll kill everyone.... so he doesn't have to.
I looked back down at Dr.Zyler.
"So tell me, Dr.Zyler." I said.
"What is your first name?"