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The order was a simple one to give, one Aiden felt little for. As the boy stood, leaning against a cold, metallic wall, a sipped from a glass bottle chilled with a respectable amount of coca cola. Upon his head, one would clearly see a set of headphones caressing the young teen's ears with a flow of music, which in turn proceeded to drown out the screams echoing through the sterile prison hallways. [i]"Kill everyone, without a shock collar."[/i] Lowering those large, black eyes towards the prison warden withering to naught but his skeletal shape, one would only be able to brand Aiden a psychotic killer on sight. Quickly moving feet of necrotic puppets made their way through the corridors in a savagery likened to berserkers and barbarians, but the boy appeared to have all but forgotten about them, with his attention steadily aimed at the man by his converse clad shoes. 

"M-monster..," the warden spoke, forcing the word out as the dying form of his breath grew ever slower. The apathetic expression offered in turn would draw this man even more fearful of the apocalyptic event taking place in his immediate vicinity. The dead rose to strike the living.

"A product of your tyranny," Aiden finally responded after an air of silence eventually faded from around his lithe shape. He did not appear to find any level of joy in the scenario taking place, much like a man would consider killing cockroaches a task quite disgusting. He did not seem mournful, no, but rather dismissive. As those slender fingers felt the chilling surface of the glass bottle, Aiden brought it to his mouth and took a sip, all the while lowering the volume on his music. Amaranth, from Nightwish. "But you'll make amends." The boy finished, gently moving his hand to conjure a mist of purple death, cloaking the man and rotted his flesh to the point of unrecognizable horror. Only moments later, did he rise, those empty eyes staring back at the man's new master. A telepathic order was all of which was required, to put him in the same ranks as the other undead warriors. 

With a heavy sigh, Aiden lowered his gaze towards his cellphone, reminding himself of the time. This was a hassle, but they were rescuing their brothers and sisters. That's all that mattered. Corona was far too kind to the humans, as it was. Unless the order had been given, Aiden, the soft and loving young teenager who would waste no time in expressing his affection towards others, would show no mercy. [i]"Killer!"[/i] A voice echoed throughout his mind, causing the pale boy to clench his teeth, [i]"murderer! Yes, kill them all! Kill! They're insects, like mommy and daddy! Insects!"[/i] It was hard to filter out one voice from the other, as a choir of distorted words blended into each other. [i]"Watch them suffer, like mom and dad! Kill them, like mom and dad! Kill them, like you want to die![/i] At the last word echoing throughout his skull, Aiden raised the volume of his music, his entire body tensing in reaction. 

"Shut the fuck up..," the boy spoke through clenched teeth, his fingers around the bottle tightening, with pain echoing throughout his head.