I haven't finished the first chapter yet but... I wrote this for a later chapter.
The corridor seemed almost endless for a while, white wall after white wall. Blue explained it was like that to capture intruders and escapees. I understood that much, figuring that it must work, considering only those two escaped. But suddenly, the color began to change. There were small spatters of red and grey all over. I felt the color draining from my face. Despite it, my legs still moved. Dread curled into a ball in my stomach. Why do I feel... like I've done something wrong? Suddenly I stumbled slightly, feeling something squish against my sneakers. Pausing to look down, I felt bile rise in my throat.
"B-Blue-senpai... what... what is..." I felt terror, ice cold, trickle through my veins. Blue looked down where I stepped dispassionately and nodded.
"Yes Gold," she replied in a perfectly deadpan manner. "I do believe you have just stepped on someone's brain." Hearing that, I leapt away in pure disgust, vomiting next to my foot. She gave a brittle laugh. "Not surprised you did that. I don't believe normal humans can stomach this sort of thing." I resisted the urge to shout at her for being so heartless, then caught myself. Like I was one to talk. Then, something clicked in my mind.
"Senpai... that... that could've been..." Before I could finish my sentence, she shook her head.
"No, their blood "speaks" a different way than his," Blue stated. She pointed all over the corridor area. Soon I caught glimpses of body parts hideously torn to shreds and scattered on the section. I swallowed. How could he have done this? Blue must have "heard" my thoughts.
"This is what we were raised to do," she reminded me softly, starting forward. I followed in numb obedience. "We exist to destroy and be destroyed. The experiment was just a physical representation of it."
"But... but this is just cruel!" I managed to wrangle out. "He couldn't have taught you to be such... such...!"
"Monsters?" Blue laughed, this time sounding cold. "But he did. Although... if Silver was in their right mind, this wouldn't be as bad."
"Their?" I questioned, remembering what the boy had murmured in his sleep a few nights earlier. Blue shook her head.
"Unimportant now. We're almost there."
"You still haven't told me where," I grumbled, looking petulant. Blue smirked bitterly.
"It's Master's room of course." We arrived to see the entry dark and wide like the mouth of a shark. A sickly sweet smell forced itself into my nostrils. I gagged, recognizing the scent of blood. Next to me, Blue was trembling with something akin to excitement. Fear stroked my head, and I almost turned and ran. Blue peered inside and then roared with wild laughter as she drew back. After she calmed, the young woman turned to me solemnly. Well that medicine has definitely stopped working, she thought.
"You said you wanted Silver right?" she asked, eyes glittering. "Well, you can, but do you really want him?" She pointed into the maw and I looked inside.
No... he couldn't have...
After I flicked on the flashlight, I felt like I walked into a horror movie. The whole room was bathed crimson. Can this much blood even come from a human? I asked myself crazily. Occasionally, pieces of a body were resting on the ground, while two bodies lay in a crisscross pile against one wall. A statue was laying on it's side at one side of the room. A bed with a curtain drawn caught my attention more than anything else. I could distinctly hear the sound of something moving behind, causing me to recoil. Then, the curtain swung away. Panting heavily while leaning against the now-ruined desk, was Silver. However he did not look the same, not even close. His red hair was darker and matted, as thought someone had taken his head and dumped it in paint. The nekogami ears were drooping from exhaustion, along with the tail. His clothes were almost completely torn apart, making him look as though he had dressed in nothing but rags all his life. His body had blotches of scarlet, particularly around his mouth and on his fingers. He was also thinner and smaller, if that was possible. His eyes were still grey, but they were wider and the pupil seemed to take up most of the eye, making his gaze dull and lifeless, which was worse than the blankness that had been there when I had last seen him. Silver's stare slowly came to me. When it did, he smiled shyly and dropped it away at once, looking purely bashful. And I felt my whole body seize up.
It threw me for a loop. How was this possible? Hadn't he done all this, murdered all these people for no reason at all? Why wasn't I afraid? Why am I not running or hiding or even screaming? He came slightly closer, still smiling shyly. I saw he was stumbling slightly. His whole body seemed to have wounds and he was barely clinging to consciousness. This sent rage and hatred burning through my system. Almost instantly after that, Silver froze and stared at me with wide eyes. I blinked in confusion, then stepped forward. He smiled again, but this time fell, straight toward the puddle of blood. I don't know what came over me, but I ran to catch him. Grabbing the smaller boy in my arms, I attempted to try and scold him for overdoing it, but he spoke before me.
"Did Silver do good mister?" For the second time that day, I was stunned by him.
"What do you mean?" I asked warily, afraid of the answer. He blinked at me in innocent confusion.
"M-Mister... didn't... didn't you want Silver to make them pay?" the younger asked me, tilting his head. "Your-your "sound" said so, so Silver..." he trailed off suddenly. His whole body drooped and seemed to deflate in my arms. "Did... did Silver do something wrong?" His expression clouded. He looked like he was about to cry.I shook my head silently, stroking his hair. So he just acted... on my "sound"? Does that mean... that I killed those people?