CHILD:

         HER JOY QUICKLY TURNED TO ASH. Blue eyes shifted to the man who spoke, lips pressing together in a gentle pout. In her mind, she had come so far. Less than a few months ago, she had been little more than a victim; a pawn in their game. Now, she had abilities; powers she could control, even if it took a bit of practice. She could defend herself. She could protect her father, the way he had once protected her.

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“I’m doing my best,” she huffed, and turned back to the rusting dryer. Her brow furrowing, Lily frowned. She didn’t know what more he expected of her. She wasn’t like him; she hadn’t come into this world knowing she could control and manipulate it. She was learning fresh, with very little guidance behind her. 

“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how you did it.”

        steps taken are to circle her, a jackal after a scrap of carrion.  his wits are about him ; this is no gifted simpleton, but one who survived all mobius had done, the child of the man who –
                                                                                                                                     — the man who freed him. 

        Freed his consciousness to live on, but destroyed the world he despised with every fiber of his self.  much was owed to the good detective, and for that, his spawn would be spared.  body comes to rest near faulty machine, eyes surveying rust that crawls over surface like fungi.  it was large ; difficult for one of her size to move, this much he could gather.  starting light was key ; especially when bending the very literal laws of physics to ones’ will.

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                      ‘  try harder. ’ 

     words are rough as they spill from lips, but no aggression lies behind them.  a prodigy ; someone he could instill his vast knowledge upon, someone that was innocent that could so easily twist and mold to his words.  someone he could almost form in his own image. pace is slow, but once he is at her side, he crouches low, scarred hands taking hold of small arm, positioning it just so, palm out with fingers relaxed. 

                                ‘ focus. act as if it were your body lifting the machine. ’ 

 

YOU'RE MINE.


IND. PVT. SEL.
RUBEN 'RUVIK' VICTORIANO of Tango Gameworks' The Evil Within
As told by mortis