(A/N: Hey dudes, I'm back with an update, finally xS)

Drip. Drip. Drip. I looked down at my slit wrist, at the blood dripping down from it. I liked the colour of it, how it felt against my skin. I had a fascination with it, the pain induced in need for it to be spilt, how it made all humans equal yet divided. The warmth it gave to my cold body, how it affected my cold heart. It would be nice to spread the blood. Make more of it. BANG. She falls, blood and brains on the ground. HA. He laughs, the gun in his hand. More blood as my fist hit his face. The gun in my grip. BANG. It shot again. His scream sounded almost childlike, as though in death, he had reverted to his youngest self, to his most vulnerable form. That didn't work for him though. I could not get revenge. They both lay dead at my feet. My poor heart. She was my heart. Her auburn hair covered her shock frozen face. I heard the distressed screaming of our child. Her green eyes. Her gentle smile. Edward, my love. I'd never hear her voice speak those words again.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The only sounds in my empty flat, in my empty mind. The broken tap. I flex my wrist. The blood thickens as it grows cold. My skin grew thicker after that day. I let my brain become more scientific and calculative. I raised my child, but never gave them love. After the day she died I lost all emotion. I threw myself into work, looking for a way to distract myself. Blood. His icy blue eyes. My scientific rival. We even competed for the same woman. He won her over though. They had three children. I sought revenge out on him. He stole my ideas for a new invention that would've revolutionised science. HE. STOLE. FROM. ME. I left my child in their cot as they slept. Set his village alight. He took everything from me. My pride. My work. My hope. My purpose. I took his children. I threw them in a prison I had built. An underground labyrinth I had created where no one would ever find them. I set to work, tearing my humanity free from my tortured soul and becoming the monster my wife always feared I would. My child often asked me who was screaming during the night when they tried to sleep. I told them it was the spirits. The spirits of my broken soul. One of the boys was perfect, but stubborn. Extremely stubborn. He protected his sister with a vengeance, attacking any guard who came near her. I gazed at him with a malicious glint in my cold eyes. I had stolen back my blueprints that night. The night I set the village alight. He was the one. A year or so ago I had found out about an orphan. My brother had had a child before I blew his brains out. A child called Ian. He was already two years older than the son of my rival, but I could afford to shuffle a few things around in my plans. Drip. Drip. Drip. Soon it would be his blood spilt, and not mine.
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Shiver shiver shiver. Shivers went down my spine. Shiver shiver shiver. Fear causing shivers. Sky Eyes' lips on my neck, soothing me. They cause different kinds of shivers. Strange ones that spread out and ripple from tip-to-toe and make my stomach tighten and twist. My fingers curled into a fist as his hand slid over my arm, resting on my chest. He nuzzled into my neck. Shiver shiver shiver. "Derp, are you cold?" I liked the way he said my name, in his husky tones. I rolled onto my back. All I could see were his beautiful eyes. They were all I wanted to see. I rested my hand against his face. He smiled. He liked that. I pulled him onto me and connected our lips. He liked that too. I didn't want to hurt him. I wanted him to be happy now. I felt him body on mine, moving in sync. Shiver shiver shiver. I liked that. Liked him being this close to me. In my arms, the kiss turning more passionate and lustful as his fingers wound through my hair. It had been a lifetime since I had felt this way. Loved. Don't stray too far from the house Joseph! My mother tousling my hair. Rose's infectious laugh. A foggy person, a familiar voice with blurred words. I knew them, but I had forgotten them... He pulled away and I saw the conflict in his sky eyes. I gazed into them. "Derp?" "Yes, Ian?" He rested his hand on the side of my face. "Why didn't you leave here? Why didn't you run away?" Run Joseph! There's a fire! My eyes sting. "I-I tried Sky Eyes, I tried so many times...but I got lost in the mind maze, the darkness caged me in and blinded me-" Sobs. Memories of breaking down in tears, lost in endless corridors, a labyrinth of haunted screams and twisted memories. Ian holds me tightly, close to his chest, to his pounding heart. I have a heart but it is blackened and scarred, thumping to a worn tune of hurt and anxiety underneath rough flesh.
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I flick through the files, my curiosity burning. SUBJECT 304. SUBJECT --- TERMINATED. I pause, flicking back the page. Most of the writing is scribbled out. I go closer to the page, scanning over the blurred ink. FAULTY ----- MALFUNCTION ----- DESTROYED ---- KILLED --- I close the file, my stomach filled with waves of turmoil. Subject who? Who was the poor person who had also suffered at the hands of Randel? I sigh. Whatever the case, Derp wasn't the only one...
(A/N: Sorry if it's really short again, I ran out of inspiration at the end)