..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Isac, thankful it wasn't him that had gotten yet another needle, still irritated that she leaped ahead of the plan he proposed.


"I told you that we're taking turns! Serves you right to get punished"
he scowled at her when she leaped ahead of him and eventually got struck with a needle like he already had two of

"Meh, I hardly noticed them. You're already feeling it? Must be because you're so damn tiny. We're gonna have to feed you a lot when we get out of here, get you to grow a little bit."
blurting out his words he told her, starting to feel the same effects she was, blinking strongly and shaking his head a little to rid him self of the double vision creeping in along with his slurring words

"Huh. I think we have more to worry about then just needles and bullets..."
Isac paused to examine how he felt, a creeping numbness having began looming over his muscles and skin all over, counter to the localized numbness the syringes provided​


While Isac would have more time then Rachel due to to the large difference in body size and muscles, it wouldn't take too long before he'd succumb to the effects. Straining to think clearly, his mind gently bathing in numbness, he figured the only way was forward if they were to escape this room alive. Realizing that there was no other option to their disposal Isac too charge and brushed past Rachel, grabbing her by the hand and haphazardly dragging her along as he determinedly stepped on plate after plate towards the exit.


"Hold on!"
he told himself as much as her as he steeled himself for the income barrage of projectiles

...

Click!
Pop!
Click!
Pop!
Bam!
Click!
Click!

...​


Isac not-so-proudly adorned another syringe on his upper right arm, the other having hit Rachel in her left buttocks. Falling down on his knees, facing the exit, he struggled to keep himself upright, especially with the fresh bullet wound in his right thigh. The pain helped him keep sharp for but a fleeting moment longer. He tried to move his body, but it was like trying to move while having bathed in ice water for a while. But he knew he couldn't stop here. They had to keep going.

"Just a little... further..."
Isac groaned slowly as he swimmingly made his way up on his legs again to keep going​

Stumbling and hobbling he continued forward, every second step like an electrical shock to his system, keeping him awake. Unfortunately for him, every step might keep him awake but every step also dripped some more pitter-patter of blood on the plated floor.
 
“Ow!” Rachel yelped out as the syringe injected itself into her left cheek behind her, the crude humor almost causing her to laugh, only if this wasn’t a life-or-death matter. She couldn’t help but continue to be pulled along with Isaac, each step leaving her weaker than the next, her breathing more forceful than it was involuntary. It felt as if she were drunk; that feeling of being aware but not totally in control of what your body was doing or what your distorted eyes were seeing.

“Isaac… Are you… Okay?” She breathed out the words, half-slumped as he fell to his knees. “C’mon, we need…. To keep going… If I can still… handle it…. You can do handle more….” Rachel tugged lazily at his arm, helping him slightly to stand up on his feet, noticing the cringe in his facial expression due to discomfort from his bloody wounds.

“Have my sinful duo finally succumbed to the doorsteps of death?!” Cathy lit up the screen, her voice eager and bouncing with glee.

“We’re not done… yet..” It was more of a mumble than anything, the words slipping out of her mouth as if her lips were numbed from a dental visit. Only a few more steps and they would land on that finish line… A few more…

“Don’t we have an optimistic one on our hands?! ♪” Cathy chirped, her lips crawling upwards to produce a terrific smile. “I don’t know if you noticed yet, sweetie, but poison particles have been penetrating your lungs with every step you take. It’s only time before you kill over!” She broke the news to them, but by how awful they felt, it wasn’t a surprise.

Rachel ignored the rest of what the bitch had to say, her mind more distracted on getting Isaac and her to the other end. Her grip only tightened onto his arm as she used the last remnants of her energy to stay focused on survival. “Just follow me, you’ve did.... enough already...” No more hesitation, just natural walking, as if the plates underneath were nothing but normal tiles.

Click!
Click!
Bam!
Click!
Pop!
Bam!
Click!​

The blackened fog was starting to cloud her vision, thoughts of her own demise crossing her mind as there was only one more step to go. A bullet wound impaling her right calve, a third needle digging into her left hip; the needle more excruciating due to lack of muscle in the region. Isaac, on the other hand, had been delivered another fresh bullet wound to his right leg, just a few inches further down from his previous bullet wound.

One. Last. Plate.​

Before Isaac could muster the idea to be the victim to step on it, she quickly pounced on it, using what little energy she had left to push him to the other side, to freedom… for now.

Click!​

Quickly, after the approving sound entered her ears, Rachel collapsed onto her knees, palms planting firmly on the cold ground as her elbows wobbled around, wanting to give out and cave in under her weight.

“Wow, so impressive my sinners!” Cathy applauded them sarcastically, a light chuckle resonating in her throat. “If you made it this far, I must tell you that I have an antidote in the wooden cherry box to your right. I want to truly see your all in the last of your trials! ♪” The Condemner disappeared, the door unlocking in the distance as the pair rightfully passed her demands. Rachel crawled with determination towards the cherry box, finding it hard to open as it required a lot of force to pry the top off. Everything in her body was growing more numb, her eyes eager to drift into the back of her cranium. She could only imagine how Isaac felt.

“Damn it…!” She fought with herself to stay awake, beating on the wooden door before it finally popped open, the antidote shimmering in her eyes. As careful as her shaking hands would allow her, she grasped the base of the syringe with her right hand, the needle already uncapped with a light pink droplet hanging from the base. 20 ml of liquid rested inside of the syringe, Rachel calculating that they could each have 10ml to make it even. “Hey… You’re going to… feel another…. Poke…” She slurred out the words, her tongue weighing heavy in her mouth, as her uncoordinated hands blinded raised towards his shoulder. He seemed closer than her eyes had thought, the needle piercing the air as she alleged it would be his arm. Another try, another miss. “Fuck!” She hollered, panicking as the fog crept closer, almost consuming her entire sight. Not now, she needed to save Isaac! The needle jammed into his arm, her thumb pressing down harshly on the trigger to inject the liquid into his bloodstream, only giving him 7ml, before she fell on her side, darkness succumbing her….

Just like when Isaac strangled her.
 
With the help of Rachel, Isac stood himself up sluggishly on his two feet, wobbling slightly. Cringing at the pain shooting through his leg. Normally he'd cry out some strings of multiple profanities, but he was just to darn tired for that right now. With the will power of a span of horses they trudged on towards new and improved pains, each plate showering their senses with a bittersweet mix of relief and pain.

Isac felt the thud of a bullet hitting his leg, not even far from where he had been hit before, but he didn't particularly feel a lot more pain since the previous bullet in that area had all but numbed the general vicinity. Not to say that he didn't feel the new addition, it was just less prominent then the first.

When the last plate went 'Click!', a deep sense of relief showered over Isac as they eventually descended their bodies onto the safe zone at the far end of their abysmal journey through another room of pure hardship.


"I should... do the... poking here... Little... Raaabbit..."
Isac tried to verbally communicate with a grin but instead his face just looked like a mess and his words as unintelligible slur​


He saw where she stuck the needle, felt the force of the thud even, but he didn't feel the prick of it at all, his body being overly numb. It wasn't until after a good 20 seconds had passed since Rachel fell to the ground that Isac registered it and began to move to inject her too. He looked around for the needle, haphazardly patting the ground and mumbling, before he suddenly stopped and reached for where she'd injected him and grasping the needle slowly but clumsily. He didn't know if he'd made any damage to himself or the needle as he fumbled with it, pulling it out of himself and haphazardly sticking it into a part of her exposed flesh on her left upper arm with a light jab, simply pressing all the remaining liquid into her before taking the needle out and tossing it away.

He sat there for a good 30 seconds more before he shoved her clumsily.


"Oy... Wake up."
Isac tried to verbally communicate with a grin but instead his face just looked like a mess and his words as unintelligible slur

"Come on already... Hey, get up, Little Rabbit..."
calling out to her more softly in general, his pushing now less haphazard and more smooth​


His mind was growing clearer, slowly but steadily so. Numbness faded away, pain taking its place in force, his right leg like a minefield of pain waiting to impale and cripple his brain. Powering through the pain and what little numbness that was left, he rearranged himself and pulled Rachel close before mustering the strength to lift her up and place her sitting in his lap so he could hug his arms around her. Isac knew very little of proper medical care except for wrapping his own bandages and sticking people with things so the fact that he propped her up while she'd probably need to lay down could be traced to his poor knowledge about the area. Isac was still in a somewhat numb stupor for he wasn't injected with the proper amount of antidote and would take longer to recover then Rachel because on the other hand he'd injected too much into her. He hadn't kept tabs on the amount of antidote in the syringe. All he accepted was that they were hopefully safe from the poisoning for now.


"Don't leave me, not yet, please... You can't die yet, you still haven't fulfilled your end of the bargain dammit..."
he told her in a whisper, a slight and somehow sad grin across his lips, his eyes misting up ever so slightly​
 
Muffled words clogged her ears, the sounds distorted as her head spun. She couldn’t move, let alone open her lips, even if she tried with everything she had in her. Her consciousness was slipping, regardless of how hard she wanted to grasp onto it. She had to admit… it was more peaceful than how she would imagine. Dying, that is, if this is what it is. You know when you’re awake, but you’re still sleeping so everything feels weird and you can’t understand what’s going on? That’s how she felt.

A faint feeling of a prick speckled against her skin, the same feeling of a syringe, but the needle was different, and the liquid was warmer than before as it injected itself into her. The warmth of it was a slow process, feeling it slowly spread throughout her body, her bloodstream carrying it away. It was hard to hear, but faint sounds of Isaac could be heard, albeit too muffled to know what was said.

She craved the warmth that seeped into her, the once numbness in her body dispersing and allowing her to feel again. The lingering warmth wasn’t coming from as much from the inside as she thought, but instead, it was from an outside source… Isaac.

Gingerly her eyelids began to flick open, occasionally needing to close them from being too heavy, but she managed to slightly leave them open after her determination grew strong.

“Hey…. I’m not… Leaving… Yet….” Faintly she spoke, her lips managing to curve into a lighthearted smile to reassure him. The shot was working its wonders, but it took a while to get into effect. Rachel didn’t feel bothered to be nestled in his lap, enjoying the warmth he supplied her with, and it was nice to feel someone be truly there for once.

Minutes passed before she felt confident enough to stand on her feet. "Thanks for helping me, I owe you one." She softly said before using his lap as leverage to help heave herself upwards, wobbling for a second, but used her hands to sprawl outwards to safely stop her unsteadiness.

Extending her hand outward to his, she choked a smile, despite the hell she was being put through with him. "C'mon, let's finish this damned thing."
 
Signs of life stirred in her body once more. Rachel had been saved in the nick of time. Isac tightened his hug ever so slightly, a silent breath of relief followed.


"...You better not..."
sweet words escaping his worried lips

Several minutes passed before she would stir again
He watched her rise, taking leverage from his sturdy lap
A serious amount of wobbling cuteness while regaining balance

"Let's get this bitch"
a pleased snarl​


Isac clasped Rachel's hand, using her tiny frame for some tiny leverage to get him standing up again. Most of the effort obviously his, but the little things count as well.

They had passed the second ordeal, worse then the first, would the third be equally worse then the second? They would soon discover, as they wandered through the doorway, through the long suffocating hallway and finally into a dark room. Once they had both stepped inside the frame separating the room from the hallway, a door snapped shut with a loud metallic clang, sending echoes through what seemed to be a rather large room. A very large screen once more flickered to life on the far end of the room. The familiar crackle of the speakers as they turned on. Unsurprisingly, Cathy was waiting on the other side with a sly grin splayed across her petite face. The voice was the same, but different somehow. The background was also different when compared to the occasions before.


"Finally, finally, finally! Welcome to the finale my dear sinners! You may have gotten battered and bruised by the previous rooms, but this room offers unprecedented excitement!"
her voice echoing strangely in the dimly lit monitor gloom

"And I have a surprise for you! ... Tadaaaa!~♪"
a flourish of her body on the first sentence, a pause, then a click and a loud 'thwooom' as an ancient spotlight powered up and centered square on the floor of the other side of the room, where Cathy stood in all her glory with her little frame and pose

"I am here, to witness your demise with my very own eyes! Oh I almost can't wait to see what you'll do when you face your ultimate sin!"
flourishing again, a most hysterical laugh accompanying worrying words​


A low hum sang in the vibrations of the air as the room lit slowly with countless bright lights scattered all around the ceiling. The room was scattered and divided by countless walls and obstacles. Cathy was revealed to be standing on a large piedestal by the other wall, a closed door behind her probably leading into safety or the room where she'd been broadcasting from before. A very small lever next to the door could be seen, albeit only vaguely.

Once more, Isac took the first steps and began making his way towards Cathy as if he was hoping to simply be able to gut her from down there somehow. After the ordeal with the other room, every step was a cautious one traveling onward, but plagued with a limp because of the two gunshot wounds in his right leg that was still very much there.


"Come on already, let me face my ultimate sin already so I can kill you"
Isac mocked her words, throwing them back at her with wild anticipation

"Now, now. Take a look around first. There's nothing here that can harm you but yourselves, I promise! Look, I even pinkie swear with myself!"
she told him delightedly, hooking her pinkies together and grinning

Isac scoffed at her little show

"Time's up! Have fun boys and girls, the only trap here is yourself~"
Cathy exclaimed with tremendous glee

Pop!
Pop!

Very familiar sounds echoed close to both of them, and a very familiar thud and sting, as a pair of syringes had both immediately injected themselves into their intended victims Isac and Rachel

"Shit!"
Isac exclaimed in frustration as he pulled the needle out, contents of it already coursing through his veins so there was no point in keeping it inside of him like in the previous room​

At first, nothing happened. At second, he began feeling rather strange. At third he felt eyes upon him from everywhere. A very real sense of panic spread through him when at last the final floodgate was opened, sending him tumbling into the depths of the memory when his current life had been born, by the murdering of his abusive parents by his own hands. A deep paranoia now festering within him, somehow feeling the imminent punishment always looming around him wherever he went. The swirl of emotions latched onto what only things were real in his situation, Rachel. Suddenly, going from his companion in traveling the mysterious compound to a puppeteer that had been controlling him in order to further her own selfish goals. Isac darted away, dashing between placed items and finally coming to rest behind a solid wall.

"I can't believe I didn't see it before. I know what you're doing now, little Rabbit! You just want to use me to get out of here yourself! Well, that's not how our DEAL was drawn up, now was it!? I will NOT let you control me anymore!"
from an every day regular serial killer to a delusional mad man, what a turn this was

"I know what I have to do... I know what I have to do! ... I must kill you. Like I should have when I first saw you!"
his voice grew menacing, just like the first time they bumped into each other

Isac left the comforts of the wall and began the slow hunt of his prey once more

Up on the piedestal, a pair of gleaming eyes wide opened ogled the happenings below her very feet
"That's right... Dance, puppets, sinners. Dance!"
she huffed and puffed for herself, no longer speaking into the microphone
hugging herself tightly, her hands snaking across her body watching the arousing spectacle for a twisted mind​
 
The bright lights were blinding, Rachel swiftly taking her hands up to shield her fragile orbs until they adjusted. After everything came into view, nothing out of the ordinary appeared inside of the room, causing the fatigue girl to sigh in relief. Perhaps this was their big break since Cathy was across the room. She was taller than anticipated, her heels also adding unneeded height.

It was hard to keep up with Isaac and Cathy talking to each other as the antidote was kicking in, her stomach contorting around uncomfortably with nauseating feelings. Wait… did she say the trap was us?

Pop!​

“Ugh!” She hollered, clutching her thigh as the needle pierced inside of her flesh, emptying its contents into her. The contents felt thick and warm, leaving her frantic with worrisome thoughts to what was going into her veins again. With her head whipping, she would notice that Isaac was too struck with the same fate, a matching syringe accompanying his wardrobe.

“Rachel, honey?” Her mind was infused with static before the all-too-familiar image of her father sprouted, her heart jolting from being able to see him again. He looked over to his right, her mother stepping into the picture, her smile more radiant than heaven itself. She reached out to them, but no matter how hard she tried, her hand wouldn’t budge. “We’re so glad you’re okay.” The image was distorted, tearing into another scene in the background before it focused back on the picture. They looked… unusually happy. Another tear from her memory, but this time it muted out the happy thought. It was her parents, the same smiling people she saw moments ago, but they’re fighting. Her dad was raising his fists up, bellowing at her mom as she cowered in fear, apologizing relentlessly. Why was he so mad at her, and what did she do to cause this reaction?

Slap!​

Awfully the sound echoed in Rachel’s ears as her father struck her mother in the face, but his hands didn’t stop there. He beat her, again, and again, and again. She had no choice but to fall to the ground, and he took advantage of this, kicking her relentlessly in the face, blood streaking her crying features until his hands encased themselves around her tiny neck. It didn’t take much to break her, to cease her breathing, making her lifeless. After stepping back from his work, realizing the mess he created, his hands quickly grabbed his cheeks in regret, her mother’s blood streaking his face, the faint smell of iron putrefying the air. “What have I done….” He questioned his action, pacing to the closet door. He was shuffling through something until he grabbed what he was searching for – A gun.

His eyes pierced into hers, not another word was muttered, before the head pointed to his temple. Holding his breath, he unclicked the safety switch, pulling the trigger to ignite fireworks, but instead of colorful and magical sparks of science, it was her fathers blood that splattered against the wall.

Rachels hands trembled, her knees weak before collapsing. On the kitchen table sat a perfect sewing kit, needles and thread abundant in supply. Silently, she wiped her own tears away with the sleeve of her shirt before regaining her strength to stand up, heading towards the sewing kit. The needle sparkled in the pale lighting of the room, hypnotizing her thoughts…

What if… she could make the perfect family?

Afterwards, she gathers her parents' corpses and transforms them into dolls with the sewing equipment; the closest thing to a "perfect" family that she could have. This later leads to her institutionalization, as the authorities came to feel that she would murder others to make them "perfect" as well, as she collected roadkill and sewed them back together, and even going so far with killing a puppy that bit her, sewing it to be the perfect companion.

After what felt like years, Rachel came back from her memory, her video inside of her head, to see Isaac fueled with a lust to kill her once more, her eyes questioning his decision.

“Isaac, I’m not trying to use you, I promise!” Quickly she protested, her hands flying upwards to slow him down, his footsteps not ending their rhythmic tune. “I’ll help you with your feelings… Just let me help you, to make you perfect…” Slowly her lips curled up into a smile, her eyes widening with sick ambition. “Like my parents, like all of those animals, I can make you perfect… You’re rough around the edges, but that’s nothing I can’t fix!” Eagerly she walked towards him, uncaring of his intention to slay her, hands extended to grab him.

“Just let me fix you… to be perfect….” Just when he was in reaching distance, she grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie to lower him down enough to her own level. With her free hand, since she had no weapons, used it to punch him in the center of his eyes, pushing away his chest in attempt to make him fall to the ground.

“Oh, honey! I had no idea you came here empty handed!” Swiftly she slid a handgun and a knife towards her way, her orgasmic features unfaltering.

“I figured you’d like a gun, as a token to remember your father…”
​
 
Faster and faster, he ran towards her, a train of death. A grim reaper. He was in no shape to comprehend her own change of heart, rather dashing in madly and getting clocked right between his eyes. For such a tiny frame, the punch she delivered carried a surprising amount of poise and gusto. Off center already with the haphazard wielding of his scythe, her shove easily leaving him stumbling and tripping over himself and landing on his butt right square on the floor a bit away from her. His scythe had traveled out of his reach and left him defenseless. Not that he'd have a chance against a gun at the distance between them anyway.


"Stay out of this you tall freak of a woman!"
he scowled at Cathy, his eyes closed, pain flaring across the bridge of his nose​


Rubbing the punched area, he opened his eyes to see the gun at Rachel's feet. He patted his hands all around, searching for his scythe, always unsuccessful. He scrambled to his feet best he could and went hiding behind a dumpster a couple of feet away.


"Don't think this means you've won. I'll never be your puppet!"
growling, blinking through the persistent pain between his eyes​


Isac dashed away again, now weaponless against someone who both had a gun and a knife, and quite the walloping punch apparently. He looked around, finding nothing useful. He was likely followed and thus he tried to keep the distance between them all the while looking for something he could use.


"I'll gut you like I gutted those fucking swine... I'll teach you what happens when you hit me with your fists. I'll teach you what happens to you when you b.u.r.n me"
eyes misting over at the painful memories and he pushed the words out through his teeth​


Finding a bunch of throwable rocks, he decides to use them as a distraction and take her by surprise. Trying to sneak back up on her, he threw some rocks over and across where he thought she were, to turn her attention away from his position. He sneaked closer, aiming to find her before she found him. Hopefully he'd have distracted her so he could ambush her and rid her of her knife and gun, and end the puppet show.


"If it's the last thing I do, I'll cut the strings and be free"
a whispered growl, his jaw tensed up as he ground his teeth together​
 
An eerie laugh broke through Rachel’s cracked smile, seeing as the confident one was hiding behind a dumpster. As the gun laid against her feet she would kneel and scoop it up, inspecting the weapon. It was nice, and wasn’t too heavy for her, but with him not being able to fight back, it was such a pity. Kindly, she took her foot and hovered it over the bandaged part of his scythe, sliding it across the floor his way before it banked against the dumpster.

“Where’s the fun if you’re all talk?” She said, twirling the gun in her hand as she slowly stepped closer to where he was. Cathy’s heavy breathing broke the silence, Rachel’s heels snapping against the floor underneath her. “I LOVE how mad you get, it makes me want to make you perfect even more!” She smiled, not too far away from the dumpster, almost hearing him breathing heavily.

“Get. Up.” If her words didn’t command him enough, she aimed the gun at his way, smiling with her eyes aglow. “I can paint some more pictures on your body with more bullets to accompany the bullet wounds you already have. But don’t worry, I’ll sew them up after I am done.” Her heart raced in anticipation to see what his reaction would be.

“Ohhhhh! There it is! Her sinful self in full glory!~♪” Cathy placed both of her hands on her cheeks, wiggling back and forth in excitement as the once shy girl grew more sadistic with each second. “I KNEW that hellish center would pop to the surface sooner or later, the suspense is killing me!” Her hands moved up towards her curly locks, lightly tugging them violently as if she couldn’t contain herself any longer.

Rachel muted out the woman, too infatuated with her victim before her. “Awe, where is that courage you had a minute ago? If you want, I can fight you with my hands and not a weapon.” She would taunt him before waving the gun in his face, mocking him almost.

“Feels weird when the tables are turned, aye?”​
 
Images and flashbacks of his parent's abuse continually bombarded his mind, slowly breaking him down anew as if he was just a fresh boy. In place of Rachel had sometimes been his father, or any of his step parents, a mental fissure forming and causing him to perceive Rachel as an enemy of his, a ghost of his past, a ghost of his present. His real self had put the old curses to rest in a locked away box within his own mind for quite a while. Unfortunately for him the drugs had unlocked this box and made him relive his past abuse and horror who led him to become the serial killer that he now was.

Rachel's words were skewed and laced with the voices and insinuations of his past demons. A mix of her's and their's melding together. A loud scraping came closer, quickly banging on the dumpster. He peeked out the side of his hiding place and found his scythe laying there. Rachel was approaching, gun raised. Isac grabbed the scythe, dragging it along the ground until he could fully wield it again. Again he had a fighting chance against a gun. And she came up to him close range.

"Sew me up again? What's going to happen this time!?"
a child's panic in his voice as she approached​

The first thing that came to his mind when she entered his field of vision was how beautiful she looked. The true Rachel finally peeking forth to greet him, just as fucked up as he was.
The second thing that came to his mind was that she was his abuser, his father, his mother, his step father, his step mother, memories overriding her presence with foulness that had to be destroyed.
A torment on his mind, not as clear as Rachel's upheaval.

Isac stood himself up. Gun waved at his face, taunted by the little girl.

"Come on then. Shoot me. Show me the real you before I show you the real me, mother"
voice like a snake his words hissed through his teeth, a venomous aura when the word mother seeped through his lips

Isac walked over to Rachel, closer and closer, staring her down with a mad grin
He would disarm her once he got close enough, if she'd let him
He'd slowly choke her and gut her once he got close enough, if she'd let him

"Show me what you really are! Shoot me, you fucking bitch! Hurt me again and you'll regret it!"
Isac screamed his words in her face, which to him was indeed her's but also someone else's​
 
Thoughts flooded her mind, mending the torn Isaac back to what he should be. The past that had been hidden from her finally opened its seal. It wasn’t a mystery anymore of who she was, what her past was, or what sins she committed. Isaac and herself were more alike than she had thought, but in this state, she wouldn’t admit it.

He towered over her as he finally stood firmly on two feet, approaching her in dangerous proximity. Rachel’s courage did not falter, her eyes glaring at him, wishing he would do something. The gun still stayed in her clutch, the head pointing at his bandaged face. Did he just call me… mother? The girl thought to herself, an eyebrow peaked in interest to her new nickname.

“Mother?” She repeated, watching his shadow cover the light from the ceiling as it shielded her eyes. “I’d love to see the real you. The real. Perfect. You.” Her voice trailed off into a hiss, her body quickly contorting to dodge his attack to disarm her, gun still fitted in her hand. As she was busy with intercepting his attack, she wasn’t ready for the strong fists that securely wrapped around her neck. “This brings beautiful memories…. Doesn’t… it?” Rachel managed to mouth out, his grip growing powerful by the second. The smile didn’t wipe off from her face, loving the way his eyes glistened with a hint of tears coming.

As he shouted at her, his breath hot to her face, the lack of air caused her mind to grow foggy, almost fading some of the injection away; making her conscious grow clearer and aware of what was happening. They were being manipulated. Cathy’s laughter distracted her as it bounced off the enclosed room, and soon she realized who the real enemy was.

The Condemner.

Rachel was fighting with herself, the good and the bad. Something about Isaac infatuated her… to hurt him… but he wasn’t the one to blame, even when his grasp was apparent on her puny neck. Kill him, you have the chance! Her inner voice boomed, her hand gently lifting the gun up to point it directly at his chest, index finger ready to fire the trigger. No, go for her! Another loud boom striking her ears, her hands trembling from confusion. Whatever she needed to do, she had to figure it out. Fast. Or else Isaac would be the one to get his revenge.

“You want to see who I really am, you prick?!” She spat back at him, mustering the ability to speak through such a tight clutch. Taking her good hand, the right one, she would rotate it towards her side, where Cathy was at behind the bars, aiming the gun she had given her directly to the mightiest sinner of all. Uncaring of the recoil, her finger tightened in valor, firing the pistol to ignite a bullet to slice through the air.

Vroohm!

“Damn, you!” The hellish woman blurted out as sternum had been stricken, but not close enough to her heart. Enough to bleed out to death, but not fast enough. “What have you done?!...I....I can’t believe it…” She gasped out as her gloved hand placed itself over her new accessory, maroon liquid seeping into the white fabric, displaying the beautiful color that lies within her veins.
 
The close proximity gunshot sent loud, ringing ripples through his mind, his vision distorting. The shapes of his ghosts contorted and were ripped apart as the piercing sound bounced around inside his skull. Clutching his right ear to shield it from more abuse, he released his grip on Rachel. The ghosts no longer tormenting him so viciously, but he would not forget and tuck away his past again.


" What the fuck ! Warn me before you do that next time ! "
shouting in pain, wincing and recoiling from the source by a step


A moment of focus on himself, a moment to hear the scared whimper of their oppressor
Isac looked up in confusion, in anticipation, she was bleeding, she was scared, the tables had finally turned


" ... Good shot , little Rabbit ... "
staring in awe at the creeping crimson laid on both wall and cloth

" Such a vile piece of shit . She's finally becoming beautiful , don't you think ? "
the more she bled, the more her panic seeped towards him, the more he grinned at her misery


He finally knew Rachel's true side
Their twisted mentalities could finally bond
Blood, emotions and death


Isac leaned in close to Rachel


" Shall we make her ... Perfect ? "
a familiar sickening grin, goading her to indulge in her true past, revel in her true self,
disguised as a whisper passing his selfish lips​


It was indeed time for the finale of this game of 'Punish the Sinners', just like Cathy had said. However. Much to her dismay. It was not as the Sinner, Cathy had envisioned.
Transitioning from hunter to hunted, she was grief stricken, clutching onto life as death visibly approached her. Enclosing her in it's aura.


Isac and Rachel approached the risen platform, looking for a way to bring it down. The anticipation of fear and death hung thick in the air, Cathy's whimpering swirling about, echoing loudly towards the otherwise silence.
Behind the bars at the top of the platform was a casing with a small lever inside. Somewhat disguised with the colors of the walls. Isac looked down, was there one like that down here as well? ... Yes. Yes there was.
A hidden panel with a similar switch, situated on the right side of the column. Like an elevator, he moved towards it, flipped the lever, mechanics humming in the background as the pedestal of suffering began spelling the end of the exciting farce.


" No ... Please , no ... It wasn't supposed to be this way ... It ... It can't be ... "


The column hushed and clanked as it settled at the bottom.
Rachel and Isac hovering over the sad little shape
The sad little shape being painted a beautiful crimson


" ... The game is not over , dearie . There's ... One ... Final ... Act , yet to experience ... "​
 
Immediately after he had released his hold onto her windpipe, she would hag and cough from discomfort it left her with. The recoil appeared to effect Isaac too, but they weren’t out of the dark just yet. “I did warn you, you fucking dumb ass!” Her tone a low growl, brows furrowing together in disagreement. “You said it yourself, ‘shoot’, and guess what I did? Plot twist... shoot!” The drug still held its effects onto her as she would never speak a word so foul like that to Isaac, especially reading the documentation about his past.

The mentioning of crafting perfection in the sinner caused the eager girls ears to perk, head twisting over her shoulder to give him a sneer, followed by a favorable nod. “Hey, I like your thinking there.” She followed his lead as he opened the barrier that separated them. The duo stood so close to her that she could smell the bitter iron in her blood.

“I believe you got the intentions of this game all wrong!” Rapidly she blurted, intricate excuses failing to discharge from her mouth. Rachel diligently knelt, wanting to be on the same level as she was. Her actions were graceful and taken with care, a calm hand placing itself on the back of her hand, the one that held onto her laceration.

“Shh… It’s going to be alright.” The girl comforted her before drawing her hand back in the comfort of her own bubble. Cathy couldn’t understand what was going on with her, stricken by her generosity. “Here, let me help you.” Those hands fidgeted behind her, reaching for something that seemed to be too far out of reach until she clutched it happily. The knife.

“What are you doing?!” Cathy commanded, struggling to scoot away from the psychotic female.

No words were spoken, the blade talking through actions. With force she slammed that hand downwards, piercing her right thigh. “Since you have a lot of catching up to do, I think it would be best for me to make my own wounds onto you, from the previous rounds. How does that sound?” A screeching howl of agony left her pink lips, tears streaking down her reddened cheek in dismay, vocalizing a reply to the ache. “What’s wrong, that doesn’t feel too good? Well, I’ll be damned!” With eyes widening, soaking in her screams, she pierced another slash into her flesh, this time on her forearm.

“I’m begging you, stop!” It was growing obvious that the blood loss was becoming overwhelming as she fought with herself to sit upright and conscious.

“But why stop now? Isaac has yet to help you out with the previous rounds!” Turning around, her index finger pointed outwards to him, motioning for him to come forth.
 
To think that the piercing shrieks of a terrified little shit could send such ripples through one's own flesh. Isac had encountered scenarios such a this aplenty, but never at the hands of someone else. He watched with a proud glee, the quick and painful torture dealt to Cathy by his little rabbit Rachel. She was even being deceptive about it, so sly, so cruel, so figuratively on fire!

A pool of blood was slowly engulfing the base of their victim. In pain and getting sleepy at the same time, he was invited by his mate to have some fun of his own.



"I almost wish I could say I was going to do you in like I did my first victims, but our little Rabbit here beat me to the punch"
grinning, he looked back and forth between Rachel and Cathy


Cathy's rapid loss of life became more and more apparent
It was Isac's turn to dispense some well placed justice


But before he got to work, he leaned in close to her right side and placed his lips against her ear


"Thank you, and fuck you equally, for letting me see her dark side."
"Goodbye, Miss Condemner ... Cathy ..."
heartfelt words welled passed his lips like poisonous syrup


Isac stepped back, proceeded to take aim with his scythe and with a light flourish ...

CRUNCH
​


Convulsing, gurgling screams echoed past the two of them. Isac had lodged his scythe in the wall right behind Cathy's right chest, breaking multiple of her ribs and tearing apart her right lung. He knelt down in front of her, proceeding to strong arm her square in the face, again and again and again. Her head rattling against the concrete behind her, blood and brain splattering away with each fist that broke more and more facial bones with each jab. Her body had gone limp almost for a minute before he was done, her face splintered and caved in, the walls as his clothes alike covered in crimson froth and pieces of her disgusting filth.

Isac firmly holding onto the shaft of his scythe with his left hand, breathing rather heavily after bundling so much energy together with every fist. His body burning from the raw effort of revenge and mayhem.
He stood up, placed his right foot on the chest of her corpse and forcefully dislodged the scythe with another sick crunch, her body splatting down limply on the ground, the sound of raw bone hitting concrete made itself softly noticed.



A heavy inhale, a long sigh of delight, reveling in the vortex of emotions of a satisfying kill


"Well, that was fun, don't you think?"
turning his attention back at Rachel, grinning, his right side basically covered in blood from knee to head, his knuckle bruised and torn, bandage hanging limply


"Let's see what she was hiding in her office, shall we?"
​
 
Beautifully the crimson fluid sprayed against her clothing, tainting her in the scent of iron. A sinful smile toyed on her lips, eyes fixated on the now deceased condemner. “Her guts aren’t that pretty, I suppose she wasn’t on the inside.” Rachel clowned, unable to tell who the women was now due to her disfigured appearance.

“It’s incredible. This… rush.” Her petite hands quivered from the excitement, pupils dilated and body tremoring. Remembering, she fiddled around with her boots, grabbing a plastic box filled with needles and thread. She hadn’t recalled having this here until now, always having it tucked away on her… just in case. Her knees nestled on the floor, her digits uncaring as they coated themselves in crimson. Her needle gingerly sewed the lacerations away as best as she could, her face unable to be saved, resulting in creating a facial expression purely made from thread.

Once her project was finished, she took a step back to gaze at her artwork in awe, admiring her craftsmanship. “As if nothing had happened.” Proudly she exclaimed, her smile so large it ached her cheeks. Then, suddenly, the injection wore off. Her pupils expanded, smile decreasing, and her form stopped vibrating. Rachel was aware of her actions, but was dazed that Isaac had witnessed her ‘sinfulness’, as Cathy would’ve put it.

“Isaac… I’m so sorry…” Those diamond hues glittered with tears, the clear liquid that tasted of salt caressed her skin before dribbling off from her chin. “I never wanted you to know.” The back of her hand was used as a Kleenex, stroking away the pearls that descended from her saddened eyes. Nodding her head at his entreaty, she would follow him into the privacy of her office. It simulated a television station, cables everywhere, video recorder in the center of the room.

“Just a wild guess, I assume this is where she was watching us from.” Rachel hinted as small tv’s layered on top of each other, displaying hidden security cameras that allowed the woman to timepiece their every move. Trigger buttons also scattered across her desk, such as ‘gas’, ‘syringes’ and ‘bullets.’ More of these were scattered, portraying how intricate this game was to her. “It’s so sad, to think this was her little world.” She would comment before sprawling her fingertips on the dusty commands, grazing them gently enough to not press down on the controls.

“I wonder if this… whatever we’re in, has levels that aren’t as toxic as this one. I’m tired of having to fight for my life just to get out of here.” She looked up at Isaac, replaying the words he spat at her during their overdosed session. Rachel didn’t want to remind him of what had happened, but the thoughts would nag her until they were brought up. “Feel free to not answer, I understand it’s a touchy subject, but do you really think of me as someone who manipulates you and uses you for what I want?” Concern coated her tongue, not really understanding a nicer way of placing the wording of her judgements. “True, we both made an agreement to help one another, for the benefit of our own goals, but…” She paused, taking in a deep breath before letting it decompress out from her lungs, “I wouldn’t want to hurt you like they have.”
 
Isac had taken a step back to look at Rachel slaving away at making Cathy's splattered body perfect. His own shot had worn off much faster then her's, having a larger mass and burn rate to boot.



"As if nothing happened."
Isac grinned down at Rachel


Once her injection wore off, she returned to her old self, but much sadder, tears decorating her beautiful cheeks
He took extra care to be gentle, but being so out of phase from his natural state it didn't do much


"We all have our demons."
he responded coldly and precise, a weak attempt at consolidation by similarity
​


Once in the control room, Isac would wander about, running his fingers against the dusty consoles and desks. Overturning some transcript papers and watching the dust fly off into the distance. He gave a short cough after inhaling a bit too much at the same time. After cruising for a while, he ended up at Rachel's side, taking a gander at whatever she was doing.



"Why would you think that? She's just like us. That should tell you enough"
he kept up the cold act
​


Purposefully he didn't say anything in response to her concern about the other levels. He wasn't much of a fan of it either, but this wasn't much worse then his previous life. Less directly death defying, indirect more so. His life had become such a shit show over the years that this was only to be expected.

Isac pondered her carefully spoken words. Wondering squarely if he should lie to her to spare her feelings, or give her the blunt end of his mind. He settled on the latter, but with some sugar coating. After all, he was in extra gentle mode.



"I've never know anything, or anyone, to be different from that. The world is constantly manipulating you, us, me. As you said, we even made an agreement about this. So, why do you think I should see you any different?"
words so blunt they would murder baby birds if given the chance

"But for some reason, I'd like to think that you wouldn't"
turning coyly away and walking away most casually, the comforting words lingered in his footsteps until close to a door out of there

"Come on, we need to find a place to rest and take a look at our wounds."
he said, turning around towards Rachel

"I can't sew for shit, we'd both end up looking like me."
he pointed to himself and grinned sheepishly

"So let's put your skills for good use. Alright?"
Isac's voice had turned soft and tender, extending an inviting hand towards Rachel, a warm smile showing through the bandages and even his eyes
​
 
Rachel didn't expect nothing less of a response from him, learning to tolerate his cold words and to not take them to heart. "You're right, I shouldn't look so hard into it." She responded, sharing a smile when he noted he doesn't think she would.

Invitingly his hand stuck out to her, and willingly she accepted. There was a new warmth in his touch, even if his words were so icy. Giggling at his attempt of a joke, she grinned, her eyes still dull and lifeless despite her lovely smile. "Yeah, but your bandaging skills are amazing!" She attempted to boost up his confidence with something he excels at where she doesn't.

Remembering that there was a medical section in the building she would lead them there. They were higher up than anticipated, taking them a while to get back down towards the beginning. The all too familiar bright surgical lights brightened the room, cabinets filled with medical supplies, an operating table sprawled out, aching to be used in a building so lifeless.

"Alright, you go first." She requested, waiting patiently for him to take a seat before she would inspect his wounds. Crusty blood clotted his lacerations, bandages soaked with crimson, spreading out in diameter to show how much blood was lost. "Are you comfortable with me removing your bandages? I never saw you without them..."

If Isaac complied with her inquire she would begin to unwrap the bandages from his arm, careful to inspect it as her eyes darted to see his expression as his skin would finally be revealed to her for the first time. Burn marks began, splattered on him like paint on a canvas, randomized and chaotic, as if a painter took his anger out onto his flesh. Rachel's heart grew heavy, wanting to fix the scarred burns. Was he hiding them because they hurt? Were they sensitive? Was he self-conscious? Questions without answers were filling into her absent mind, removing the bandage all the way up to his shoulder.

"I'm going to have to take the bullets put, and they'll hurt. You might want to grab onto something for the pain, like your scythe." She recommended, glancing over his body to see where the bullets were. She noted all them before heading over to the cabinets, reaching around until she found medical pliers. They were still in the antiseptic packaging, ridding them of contamination. Unwrapping them, ensuring her hands only touched the handle and not the tip, she would lift it up to show him. Once he inspected the instrument, she would gently nudge it into his wound, feeling the top meet with the hardened bullet, a light 'tink' sounding.

"Ready?" Preparing himself, she clamped into the bullet, not wanting to let the pain linger before prying it out. The blood coated bullet was displayed, dropping it into a pink kidney-shaped plastic pan, moving into the next bullets. One by one, she pulled them out, until nothing was left to be extracted.
 
At least Rachel still had her humor, even though her eyes betrayed her true state while her face tried desperately to hide it. It was a nice little semblance of comfort for Isac that all was not lost with her new side popping forth and shattering all barriers of her veil of innocence. She lead the way, he followed suit, backtracking far and wide, all the way back to where he'd woken up to this joint collaboration of a hell. He took a little bit of time getting seated on the operating table, weary and tired, having lost a lot of blood by now. He was hungry, real hungry. Craving something to drink as well. They've been through one hell of a ride. And it was still not over, for now they needed to extract foreign bodies from their own flesh.



"No."
flatly he told her he was indeed not comfortable with her seeing him without his bandages. But what was he realistically to do besides show his bare, mutilated flesh

"But I'm as comfortable with it as I'll ever get"
words practically burning with latent sadness
​


He offered her his arm, helping her unwrap the bandages and unravel the mutilated canvas, fresh with new 'paint'. A sullen stare at his own exposed flesh before he looked away vacantly and relaxed.



"I've been through worse"
grim words, vacant words, for he'd patiently vacated his mind, awaiting the crazy pain
he had grabbed on to nothing but his own hands for support, resting them patiently on his lap while she did what she had to do
​


Although appearing vacant, he'd still wince and tighten the grip of his hands until his knuckles turned white. Trying to be as still as possible for her, he'd release pained whimpers and breathe heavily between each bullet removed. The massive relief of having the last bullet extracted left him much more tired then when he had arrived. But the ordeal was not over, it was now Rachel's turn to become a victim of the painful procedure.



"Your turn"
his voice tired, but vivid again, like his eyes, no longer vacant
​


He switched places with her, helping her up on the table, if she needed it, before grabbing another wrapped pair of pliers, unwrapping them all the same as she had. He carefully helped to expose the skin of hers that was infected by metallic residue and got ready to remove it.



"This is really going to hurt, you know. But we need to get the bullets out or they're gonna get infected. If you feel more comfortable holding on to me, you should probably do that. So... Are you ready?"
returning her question, waiting patiently for her choices and sign
​


Once she gave him the go, he would take great care to remove the bullets as fast and as painless as he could. But Isac simply wasn't much of a precise person, so as careful as he was, the pain was going to be considerable for each bullet. Rachel would likely have been better at removing them then he was. One by one, he dropped them down in the same plastic pan.



"Let's wait a while before we get shot again, alright? Getting shot fucking blows"
he stated plainly, small attempt at tired humor


He looked at one of his lacerations and one of the still open bullet wound, in dire need to be cleaned and sewn up to avoid the same infection he had warned her about. He signed tiredly and ignored the long term needs for now and focused on the short term ones


"So... Crazy idea... But we should get something to eat and drink, and find a god damn bed, or something, cause I'm really fucking tired. But I don't want to sleep before eating something, cause, you know, I want to wake up again, preferably"
he swore excessively, his words not quite like himself, grinning weakly, he really needed to recuperate sleep and get some blood and energy back at this point. Surviving electrocution, multiple gunshots and large needle piercing wounds does that to a person, even if it's a person like Isac
​
 
Once notified of her turn, she sighed, awaiting the same fate as she had given him. It was appreciated when he helped her on the table, giving him a slight nod of thanks before bracing herself for the oncoming pain. “Thanks for not sugar coating it.” Rachel managed to say, despite already tensing up her body from anticipation. If she was this worried about the extraction of bullets, just imagine how it would feel to have the blood pumping through her vital body pour underneath her, by the scythe that always hovered over her.

Letting the ironic picture make way inside of her thoughts, her grip loosened, concentrating on her breathing as crinkle of unwrapped packaging alerted her that the plyers would soon be readied for their purpose. The cool metal burned inside of her hot and opened flesh, wincing slightly but taking it better than she had initially thought. The once filled hole felt vacant and empty, the bullet that acted like a plug for the blood was no more, darkened goop effortlessly rolling out from her darkened hole.

“Yeah, I’ll try not to make it a habit to get shot at, same goes to you too.” Attempting to keep the joking aura around, it was evident the harsh events of the day drained them to dangerous levels. Rachel had forgotten the last time she ate until her stomach rumbled. After her own bullets were extracted, she hopped off from the table, inspecting them.

“I understand that you’re tired and hungry, but allow me to suture your wounds before we depart, okay?” Nearby, a full bottle of rubbing alcohol sat on the counter alongside a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. They would sting once they were poured inside of the wounds, but it would help to fight off the infection that lingered in the shadows.

“Stay still, then I promise we’ll get some food and rest.” Slowly the fatigue also crept up on her, making it hard to keep her eyes wide enough to fill her vision with everything she was doing. The scent of rubbing alcohol burned inside of her nose, spiking her to be alerted and more awake as the bitter scent lingered. Easily she poured the transparent liquid into his wounds, dabbing them with a cotton ball as it fizzed up. “Almost done.” She reassured, threading out what looked to be a fishing line, but was really thick suture, and a needle that was thick towards the bottom, a sign that it wouldn’t feel too pretty going in.

One by one, thread by thread, she would use her skill to sew his wounds, tightly tying them for extra security after finishing. He looked as good as new, and she smiled as she glanced over her work. “There we go!” Almost forgetting of her own wounds, she would have to tend to them also, unless she wanted to look like a hypocrite. Quickly she worked on her own lacerations, not wanting to waste any more time.

“Okay, I’m ready when you are.” She handed him a bundle of bandages, knowing it’ll come in handy for later when he needed to change his dirty and tainted ones.
 

"I'm the reckless one, injuries just seem to find their way to me, but I'll try too"
he grinned, words lighter, warmer, despite the tense act of removing bullets carefully
​


He groaned with the entirety of his body at her when she so wisely recommended suturing. All he wanted was sleep, but he also wanted to wake up from it again, so the wise words were heeded and he agreed, sulking.



"Fine, fine. You're right. Work your needle magic, little Rabbit"
he conceded to her wisdom
​


Wincing slightly at the pain of the thick thread and needle, it was nothing compared to the previous ordeal of removing their bullets. Once she was done with him, he'd inspect his new threads and test their security. He approved. If anything, she was better working on him then she were on Cathy, even though she'd managed an impressive restoration of her deathly defects by their own hands. He took the bundle of bandages and put them in his right jacket pocket. He picked up his scythe with his right hand, laid it casually to rest over his shoulder, his left hand in his left jacket pocket and nodded his readiness.



"Ready as I'll ever be"
with certainty, he marched onward
​


Going back the way they came from, they'd check adjacent rooms, see which ones had potential to contain food, potential to contain drinks, potential for a nice, long sleep. A surprising amount of useless rooms crossed their path. Rooms containing nothing of what they sought, but other treasures for when their life sustaining quotas had been filled.

In a room looking just like a classic kitchen in a villa. Dull white and old lime green colors across the walls and cabinets. One of said cabinets luckily contained some canned goods. To Isac's great happiness, no pickles. Jams, corn, beets amongst a horde of other base foods. One could rummage around the drawers for a can opener; Isac simply used the tip of his scythe to slice and pry it open, style points but traded for some unnecessary annoyances when getting the food out. Stuffing his face full of yams, he burped loudly afterwards having swallowing way too much air while stuffing his face. Not even a an excuse, he kept on stuffing.

The faucet of the kitchen did not work, to Isac's great disappointment, but not surprise. He would continue to rummage through the drawers, luck on his side, for another cabinet contained the miracle of life that he sought, bottled water! Tearing one open, he would drain it almost immediately, another loud burp followed by a loud pleasured sigh. He grabbed a few bottles and brought them back to Rachel, grinning as he handed one over.



"Last thing on the list. Let's find somewhere to sleep. Plenty of unused beds around, hell if I'll sleep on a floor when I can avoid it"
delighted, he grabbed as many cans and bottles as he could carry so they wouldn't go hungry or thirsty on their journey. He'd have greater success finding something to carry said items in, but he was too excited for sleep to care
​
 
This time Rachel followed Isaac as he took the lead, trusting him to find them something to eat. The sewing wore her out, but at least they were cleaned, and their wounds were dressed. It took longer than expected, but the kitchen was more beautiful than Heaven itself, canned food stocked as Isaac found the treasure. She needed help to get her canned open, taking it upon him to use his scythe to slice it open, showing the juicy contents within. Beats were the first she ate, enjoying the light crunch, swallowing the liquid that kept them fresh.

“After this, we need to work on your manners.” Rachel would comment on his belching, a light laugh exiting her lips as she found it amusing, yet immature at the same time. At least he was getting his stomach full, so she couldn’t complain, especially when her own petite belch left her lips, leaving her embarrassed before laughing at herself.

Willingly she suckled down the water, the bottle crunching as she gulped, lips unmoving until every drip was extracted, tossing he plastic into the garbage. Her stomach was full after consuming a can of creamed corn, licking her lips to ensure nothing was left behind. Grabbing as much as she could along with Isaac, they exited the room, searching for a place to rest their heads.

An all too familiar doorway showcased itself, the bedroom where Isaac almost snatched Rachel ahead of them. The large king-sized bed looked inviting, calling them to lay down onto the plump mattress. It was bittersweet, memories of her fleeing filling her mind, wondering if Isaac also remembers that moment in time. She wouldn’t bring it up though, dropping her load onto the floor before taking off her shoes, plopping onto the bed.

“Well, here we go, a comfy place to rest our weary heads.” Lazily she said, eyes half-closed already from exhaustion. Pulling up the covers, she sunk inside, patting the spot right next to her for him to come. “I don’t mind, the warmth will be nice anyways.” Rachel suggested, scooting over enough to give him enough room where their bodies wouldn’t touch.
 
After having Rachel retort against his beautiful belch, she had the stomach to try it out for herself, although only a tiny little cute one was managed to be summoned. Isac grinned wide, surprised and happy, pointed a water bottle at her and laughed lightly at her attempt and her fleeting morals joining the ranks of his own.

A flash of a memory surged past him as they entered the familiar bedroom where they first locked pained embrace. The wound left by her tiny pocked knife still crusting over. They'd been through so much, it seemed like sever days or even weeks would have passed, but alas it had only been over the course of a few days at most.



"How fitting"
Isac mused quite clearly with playful words

"Do you still have your pocket knife? I might have a heart to stab you right back"
a lighter frame of voice, a grin, clearly words of jest
​


He dumped all that he was carrying, right next to where she'd dumped all of hers, forming two small tops almost merging together, a few cans rolling in an arc across the floor because of Isac's carelessness. His only objective now was the bed and some well needed rest. Resting his scythe upside down against the corner of a closet and a wall, he moved towards the bed and stared down on the spot she patted designated as his. He was surprised by this. He'd just assumed that he'd be either sleeping on a dusty old madrass on the floor, or at most above the covers.

One tiny moment passed before he visibly shrugged, kicked off his boots and jumped into bed, sending it shaking and creaking. But the massive bed stayed strong and didn't give in to Isac's rough treatment. He snuggled under the bedding and pulled the covers up over himself to his chest. Laying on his back, hands behind his head and closing his eyes. A few moments passed when he suddenly grunted, moved himself facing away from her. Another few moments passed before he did the same thing, but this time facing her instead. Again, another few moments passed before Isac suddenly reached out and grabbed Rachel, pulling her in close and held on to her there, all snuggly and close. Not long after, a long, tired, most delighted sigh would escape him as he nuzzled into her hair. Her smell had become something of a comfort of his as the bond between the grew deeper. Isac being a beast of instinct, he would be prone to stunts like this. Slowly, his grip loosened as he drifted off to a long sleep and Rachel was free to move if she chose to.
 
“It’s not nice to make jokes like that, you know. I think you did enough damage to make up for the night.” Snickering with him she would tease right back, the shifting of the mattress causing her body to move slightly before he got comfortable. With his body heat radiating underneath the blankets, quickly she warmed up, almost as if a heater was placed inside. It didn’t take long for the small girl to drift off into a deep slumber, her exhaustion obviously being greater than she had anticipated.

Subtly the blankets shifted and the bed creaked, Isaac uncomfortable and wailing about to get into that perfect position before sleeping contentedly. Rachel wasn’t fazed in the slightest to the scattered movements, sleeping as if she were the only one occupying the bed.

Unexpectedly, the warmth intensified, melting her worries away carelessly, relaxing her as if they weren’t fighting for their lives. She wasn’t aware of Isaac being the one to grasp ahold of her, creating this profound warmth and coziness. A large, grateful exhale trailed out from her flared nostrils, before the night would sweep by.

The soft echo’s of lubs and dubs grew louder, stirring her lids to faintly open, not yet use to the glow of the day. Rachel mind grew clearer, the fog drifting and making her more aware, the light more bearable as her hues finally opened. To her surprise, her body was entangled with Isaac’s, her head laying on his chest, which explained the lubs and dubs; his ticker clocking away. Those petite feet of hers coiled with his own, arms outstretched to pull him in a hug as a stray hand of his held onto her back.

She wasn’t too sure on how to take this, wondering how long they’ve slept like that and if he even noticed. His breathing pattern changed, shifting from slow and easy breathes to one of an awake person. Acting as if nothing had happened, quickly she stayed in her sleeping position, closing her eyes and wondering of what he would do to see her on him. Rachel couldn’t move, even if she wanted to, frozen in her tracks, her heart racing from the rush of uncertainty lying ahead.
 
A deep, satisfying sleep had enveloped both Isac and Rachel. That much was clear. Their happy tossing and turning, entangling with one another and without prejudice or social agendas partake in each other's warmth and comfort.

The wonderful feeling of a great night's sleep later enveloped Isac as he woke up. His eyes bleary, his vision blurred, his mind foggy, his body overwhelmed with a lovely and radiating heat. Just a few more minutes he told himself when his lids close upon his sleepy eyes again.

A few minutes passed before he actually began noticing what was what. Gentle pulling and grabbing with his hand, textile and warm flesh was all he felt. A long and soft breath in. A content drawn out sigh exhaled. Pulling his arm around her, he would hug her tightly for a little while before slowly letting his hand trail away from her figure and release her from his warm hold.



"I would like to wake up like this every day..."
Isac's voice was soft and warm, telling it as he felt it without a care in the world of how it may be interpreted

A few moments passed of warmth and niceness before he spoke again

"It's real nice, but would you mind getting up now? I could really use a pee break you know"
Back to his old selfish self, he shifted slightly and tried to worm his way out from underneath her, platonic morning wood aplenty
​


If she had a mind to let him go, he would find a room for a moments privacy before indulging in some more canned food stuffs and goodies in their loot pile. Bathrooms weren't too rare, some even had showers if they'd ever feel like cleaning themselves up properly, if they thought it was worth it.
 
Rachel expected nothing less from him, cracking a smile before getting up off from him, allowing him to do his business as she waited. When Isaac arrived, she would also partake in the feasting of food, stretching after her stomach was full and fueled with energy. “That was such a good sleep.” She commented, reminiscing about the all too perfect slumber. Her aching muscles could use some tending to, debating on heading towards the showers to clean up, feeling a bit filthy from the gruesome events.

“I’m going to head to the shower, I remember there being a room nearby that had some decent clothes, so I’ll grab those.” Rachel commented before taking her leave, scrummaging through a pile of clothes before finding a plain black shirt with blue jeans, her boots okay enough for more usage. Undergarments were also retrieved, their appearance quite nice despite the place it was looted at.

Finding the bathrooms, three showers lied ahead, like a shower room in the high school lockers. They were fixated with plastic cream curtains and even had two-in-one shampoo’s. Undressing, her body was displayed with marks from the previous days, Rachel not helping but frown as they would leave some scars, but at least they were alive.

Turning the knobs on the shower, she fidgeted with them until her fingertips touched the right temperature, deeming it perfect enough to step inside, the steam quickly filling up the room as her head was drenched in the falling water, droplets cascading down her bare body. A long sigh of relief escaped from her lungs, those aching muscles being massaged by the bullets of falling water that was the shower head. Time passed, stationed there to enjoy the sensation, thoughts racing in her head as water trickled down the bridge of her nose.

She wondered how they would get out of here, and if they would run into anymore weirdos. Did they even have a plan? It was useless almost, but it was worth fighting for to see if they could make it out alive. Finishing her shower she would turn the knobs in the opposite direction, ceasing water flow before lazily grabbing for a nearby towel, draping it around her saturated form as she stepped out.
 

"Good idea, you've started to smell"
grinning at her, he would finish up the rest of his food as she prepped
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Waiting patiently until she stepped out of the room, he knew he'd have some privacy. Dusting his hand off from remnants of food on the bedding, he would move to his pack and locate some of the bandages they'd taken along with them as they traveled. He sat down on the bed and removed his jacket, tossing it on the lid of the chest. He would meticulously and expertly remove his bandage wrappings. One by one he peeled them off with the machine efficiency of someone who'd done something thousands of times before. His bandages were crusty, reeked with stale sweat and iron by blood. His raw misshaped skin exposed once again to the stale air of another surrounding. Throwing the bandages in a pile at a corner of the room, he would unwrap and replace them one by one with the same machine like efficiency. His recent wounds caused him to hit a snag, not being able to cover his chest due to the painful strain in placed on one of his still quite fresh bullet wounds. He clenched his teeth and grumbled, trying to come to terms that he would have to seek help with the last bit. He waited patiently where he sat for Rachel to come back.



"I need your help"
his voice low and cold, lingering shame tainting it, his head down, refusing to look up as he reached out with a bandage wrap roll
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Isac would wait patiently for Rachel to fix him up. He was no fan of her seeing more of his splattered, fleshy canvas of past ghosts. But he didn't have much of a choice if he wanted to keep hiding it. Stowing it away like nuclear waste. His go-to procedure when it came to his haunting past. Always so painful for him to unravel the past that turned him into who he had become. The monster that he is. He would be sour, having been exposed for an extended amount of time, brought out of his place of peace while he machined the procedure. Patient but sour. Despite his disposition he'd give her a small thanks when she was done in the form of a pat on her head and a small vocalized thanks.
 
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