The young girl gently cleaned up the axe using a clean, white shroud.
Warm blood drew red lines on her pale skin and turned colder and colder as it trailed down. The bright red stains were slowly turning dark on her clothes.
Once she could see the...
The young man gasped as he widened his eyes and rushed over to the lab's refrigerator, where they kept the corpses' blood, body tissue samples, and sometimes even some important organs such as kidneys, brains, livers, or hearts.
But that wasn't necessarily what they always kept.
Yes, she was a doctor, and she was well aware that she was not supposed to do that but she kept her flask in there.
The temperature was nice and the young girl was far too lazy to use the actual refrigerators in the pantry room on the upper floors.
So yes. That stuff had to bear with her precious flask.
When Konato found the samples his college had gotten for him, he realized something.
"Um, don't kill me please," he put on his puppy eyes.
"But could you get the samples again?" He said with a sweet, shy tone.
Kurai held her flask up to his face in a threatening gesture, clearly pissed.
"You'd better finish them today."
He grinned and replied, "oh don't worry, my back still hurts from last time's incident!"
She facepalmed, "you never learn do you?"
He smiled sweetly, "I've learned the skill of not learning from you sensei!"
"This rascal..." she whispered while putting her flask in the lab's refrigerator.
"I heard that!!" He said with a sassy tone.
The young girl rolled her eyes and slapped his case's folder on his chest and said, "just prepare the tests while I get the samples."
He smiled, making his teeth show. "Thanks, Kurai -Chan." Then, he walked happily towards his seat by the microscopes.
He reminded her of a 5-year-old child that had just been treated by his grandmother. She had to admit, this guy looked like softie anime characters when he acted cute.
The small girl walked out of the lab and made her way towards the big glass doors with a metal handle. She took out the keys from her oversized pocket and unlocked them.
There she was, back to her cozy little morgue.
Yes, it was a clod place. But she still liked it.
It was like her grand safe place.
Why? Because that was the place the young girl could be alone. No matter how much she enjoyed her granny's or friends' company, having some time alone was something else.
No one to threaten or hurt.
What else could you want?
She unlocked the huge metal door on the other side of the room to enter the morgue freezer.
She quietly headed towards the 'human keeping fridge'. It was a little name she gave it herself.
Very creative and totally not creepy.
The doll-faced girl looked for the man's code.
"Now let's see 102, 103, 104... ah, there you are!"
She grabbed the cold, metal handle and pulled it out. A smile came to her luscious lips as she saw the corpse hiding under his white shroud.
This was what she liked most about her job... it was like playing and talking with dolls!
Talking to naked dolls made of tainted skin and flesh, imagining their response while staring at their lifeless and pale face, grinning at their tarnished, dead eyes while thinking of what to say next.
Her small fingers grabbed the two corners of the shroud and pulled it down to reveal the man's face and neck.
An odd yet enjoyable feeling filled her mind. She grinned at the sight.
"Hello, Mr.105. I'm going to take some samples from you again. Oh, don't worry, sir. I promise it won't hurt!"
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She wasn't looking to overpower him.
She just wanted to challenge him.
She wanted to end up on her knees...
She just didn't want to get there willingly.
A/N: our main character is a little messed up huh? But don't worry it isn't nEcRopHiLiA. It's just a calming feeling she gets when she meets someone who can't see, can't hear, can't speak, can't feel, can't move and in total, is not a potential threat.
Like- yeah she's cool with animals and plants and not living things
She has some reasons to feel more comfortable with objects and the dead rather than living people. Why? You shall find out as the story goes on *Evil laughter* *Chokes*
