Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141209100202/@comment-32663439-20141224093240

Redeemer was still under sedation. He still needed his rest. The fungus had been eliminated, at the price of his entire brain. But now, his cortisol level was out the roof, causing hallucinations and nighthorrors.

''A fire. An unholy gout of consuming fire. It was covering the house. Father, Mother, and  --- were inside. I had managed to crawl out of the fire. But they were being consumed. The bloodcurdling screams of my family could be heard. My father was calling my name, still looking for me in his peril. "-, -, where are you?"''

''Why do I not remember these names? Why are they blank spaces? My name....what is my name? I am Guardian 002 Redeemer, Striker-1. No. That is not my name. What is my name? Did I ever have one? I had to! I was so young when they took me. And they killed my family in the process. I remember overhearing, at such a young age, that they "Didn't have the time or resources" to have another child, an optimal one, born in their labs. They said they could "Only afford one." Was that Reclaimer? Was he the 'one' that they could barely afford at the time? Why was I chosen? Of all people, why was I chosen to become a Guardian? I was an infant. There was no way to determine what I would look like later on.''

''I was given the label '002'. I had no name from then on. How old was I then? Two? Maybe even one? They dug into my brain, removing personal imagery. "You are a soldier now. You do not need memories. You do not need a name. You do not need a soul", they said. I am nobody. A soldier. A killer. A weapon. A weapon with a choker around its throat, restrained by its damned masters. I killed them, you know. The scientists that experimented on me. And the men behind the plated glass, they didn't react. They didn't try to stop me. They just wrote on their clipboards, examining me. The apparent head of the operation was smiling as I tore his associates to pieces with my teeth and arms. Smiling! At death! It death something to laugh at? Is it a game?''

''The fire. The abduction. Analysis. Experimentation. More experimentation. Analysis. Experimentation. Training. Training. Training. Experimentation. Training. Analysis. Training. Experimentation. The studies went on and on. As far as I know, my skin is mutated and purple. I haven't seen it since....when did I see it? Have I ever seen it? My helmet has never been off in the presence of a mirror.''

''Reclaimer. The only person I've formed any sort of bond with. We were brothers of war. We slaughtered side by side, and saved each other more than once. A proper soldier shouldn't form a bond from that. But apparently I did. I wept and howled when I thought Reclaimer had died. I have never wept before, as far as I know. I am a failure. I have shown emotion, where I should be emotionless. Emotions are weak. I am weak. I am a failure.''

Redeemer continued to assault himself in his conciousness. He was wearing down his own soul. Grinding it to dust.