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The passing of eight months would manage the slightest of mending, stitching together wounds unforgettable. Indeed, for young Willow, the chaotic scenarios known as a devastating past was naught but a story, something which had passed him by as a laboratory acted as hearth, and home. It was only after the choice of life and death came to greet the scrawny gestalt that his presence upon an impressive ship known as the Revenant came to be. [i]"Tell us, Willow,"[/i] a voice echoed throughout a tired mind, clawing at the boy's sanity as his back rested against the unforgiving cold of a metal wall. [i]"Tell us how you felt, Willow![/i] Disembodied sounds emanated from the deepest depths of the young man's mind, large black eyes resting upon the grated metal floor beneath his feet. They had been part of him since an age back, but once the Necrotica became as much a part of Willow's body as his own beating heart, their presence was elevated. By the weakening of his physical shape, their size grew.  [i]"It made you feel powerful, didn't it? Yes, yes it did, Willow! You liked it!"[/i] Liked it. Indeed. Only a fool would deny the satisfaction stemming from annihilating those who had stripped you of a freedom once known, and loved. Only a fool would discard, cast aside the anger boiling within when needles knew your skin better than your own hands. 

"Shut up..," a soft voice returned, light and quiet as Willow's lips parted to return a response. He did not seem angry, nor did he seem distraught. No, he was used to this. The voices were a side of him he had stopped running from. A side of him which had grown to become a constant. Turning up the music entering his ears from the headset he wore, the 'Herald of Death' as it were, enjoyed to drown the voices in a stream of sounds from time, to time.

He could still recall it, that time when the treatment temporarily closed them off from his senses. Never had Willow felt a loneliness such as that. Despite his hatred towards these disembodied personalities living within the darkness of his soul, he could not imagine an existence without them. This dark, lonely hull of the Revenant was not home only to Willow, but also to the beings he had named. No one could hear them, no one but him. He was considered insane by many a soldier, and even his crew mates would proceed to view this boy with caution. Infused with the power of destruction, of withering despair, he was also plagued by a certain condition considered insanity. Such was a combination ringing a tune of disaster. 

Slender fingers moved their shape through the raven bangs covering Willow's eyes, his sight turning to view the escalating heights above. The others were eating, an act he had secluded to the confines of the hull. Down here, he felt safe. In the dark, cold confines of the lower interior, Willow felt in control. Down here, he could practice with his powers without damaging those who would hesitate for naught but a thought before putting a bullet in his head. He was the newest addition to the team, but it was safe to say that Willow had not made any attempts at reaching out to his fellow crew mates. To be fair, he did not even know if most of them were aware of his presence. Only a few days had passed since he was tossed into this world he now knew as a home. The boy had yet to know a mission, and the battle hardened warriors above were jaded not from apathy like Willow himself, but from experience. 

Indeed, there was much to learn. In a way, he was excited to lay witness to the scenarios which would continue to unfold. The voices were right. Willow enjoyed using these newfound powers forcefully infused with him. There was a certain satisfaction coming from raising your hand, only to gaze upon the withering frame of he who has done you wrong. There was a certain satisfaction in willing the dead back to automation, only to see them rip others apart, others who had imprisoned Willow like naught but an animal. A lab rat, a test subject. "They got what they deserved." He finished, clenching his teeth as laughter emanated from the voices inside his skull.