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𝕄𝕠𝕟: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟚, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕖 / / 𝔸 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 / / 𝟙𝟡𝟘𝟘






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𝕄𝕠𝕟: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟚, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕠 / / 𝟚𝟚𝟛𝟘






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𝕋𝕦𝕖𝕤: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕠 / / 𝟚𝟘𝟘𝟘





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𝕋𝕦𝕖𝕤: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 / / 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕠 / / 𝟙𝟚𝟘𝟘






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𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 / / 𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸 : ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕗 / / 𝟘𝟠𝟘𝟘



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𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕖 / / 𝕎𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 / / 𝟙𝟚𝟘𝟘



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𝕄𝕠𝕟: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟚, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕠 / / 𝟚𝟙𝟘𝟘



With Chris already having transformed today, he was unable to test the powers of his fully monstrous self for the rest of the day. That didn't matter, he still held some power in his natural state, and now was the time to fully make use of it. After his, rather bitter talk with Zoe, he had headed back to the center of his destruction. His eyes viewed the scenery of destruction and gore. Burned corpses, blood, and debris littered the streets that he had rampaged earlier today. It brought back unpleasant memories, the flames and collapsing buildings from the monster that destroyed his village, the monster that took everything from him. The creature's form was vague, he never saw the details, nor did he know what was that beast's fate after that disaster. What he did know, however, was that pain. The despair of having everything he had once known and love pulled away from him and dragged into the abyss.

What did Zoe know? What did Angelique know? What did any of them know whats that like? Before he had always assumed that they understood what it was like. Even Angelique, who had the unfortunate fate of murdering her fans, even that couldn't compare to the pain he felt. The fear, the Anger. None of them could ever understand.

Her words echoed in his tormented mind.
you're not intimidating,
you're not mature,
you're not some put-upon martyr.
What you are is an overgrown baby; a spineless little bitch who can't control his temper-tantrums.


What did she know? What did she damn well know? Was he supposed to be intimidating? Was he supposed to be mature?! What did that matter here? A martyr? None of them were damned martyrs. They were all cursed, damned by the universe. Who gives a shit about any of that nonsense when the world around them is crumbling. She didn't know, none of them could know, could comprehend, that. To lose, everything. Family, friends, the neighborhood you grew up with, the smiles you used to see. They couldn't fathom his pain. He was sure of it now. They have yet to see the true hell of this world, only glimpses and pieces of the despair the universe was filled with.
Well, they could all go to hell. Chris didn't want to care. Zoe could fuck off for all he could give a shit about. Zoe, Brent, Marcus, they could all be in there trivial friend circles, laugh, and pretend that nothing is wrong. That this is just some school and they were all going to be taken care of. He didn't need any of that bullshit.

An arm clad with scales swung at a cement wall, gouging it. The more he dwelled on that conversation, and his own despair, the angrier his output became. His view became clouded in firey judgement. Forcing himself to cease his inner rants, he focused on training. He needed to become stronger. Strong enough so that no one else has to die. Both the monsters and the amigos will pay in full for what they have done. There was no room for pointless attachments that would just get in his way, that would hurt him once they leave him. He will show everyone, this damned universe that has spitted on him included, that he will rise above it all.

Determination and rage fueled his endeavors. He tested the strength of his armor on cement debris from his previous rampage. He tested his breathe on the walls and floor. Eventually he moved on to the denizens of GZ itself. He swung the back of his armored hand, as hard as he could, at the first pedestrian he could. In his natural form, the desire of destruction was suppressed and could not by itself shake away his morality. Fortunately for him, they weren't real people. Murdering them didn't matter, he knew this, and this thought dismissed the empathy and guilt he felt as he curb stomped the head of the man he knocked down. He drew flames on a crowd of people, punched and kicked at individuals, murdering to practice the lethality of his non-transformed abilities. Passing a metal bar, he melted its ends off with his breath and wielded the iron piece as a sort of weapon. The tips were sharp after they hardened, and he continued his bloodshed by swinging and stabbing the ground zero civilians.

The more he killed, the further that suppressed primordial rage sneaked into his human mind. His anger, his hatred, was first targeted towards the monsters and the amigos. That ire however eventually spread into some of his allies that have brought his anger. Zoe, Marcus, Brent, he occasionally saw there faces on a few he killed. At first he smiled. Not a half-assed smile, not a little curl of the lips. His instinctual vengeance and triggered a morbid cathartic pleasure. It took him a few minutes to fully become aware of his waning sanity, and he forced himself to stop. The result this time, which naturally was of no scale to his dragon form's, still had a moderate trail of murder and destruction. He willed himself away from smiling, and contemplating his actions. Since he was exhausted from his 'exercise', it was relatively easy to tone down that instinct. That desire for blood and vengeance. He tossed away his makeshift weapon and sat down with a sigh.

Have I become what I hated?
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In hell, time was lost on the fallen Angel. Everything was so wrong, so hazy, so horrible. It’s as if the singer’s mind was overloaded with such things, her mind couldn’t keep itself cleared enough to fully comprehend the situation the obsidian-haired girl was in. This couldn’t have been her reality. This wasn’t what she was meant to be. Such horrible treatments weren’t possible. It must’ve been her Stigma, finding new ways to torture her with increasingly vivid nightmares. How else could she not feel the pain despite all that she was witnessing in the mirror in front of her? And yet … there was this pain in her neck, the result of a clear memory of her throat being torn open to rip away her weapon.

Maybe she died back on the island. She died, and this was hell. She couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it. She killed so many people because of her voice. Tragic accidents they may be, but she was still the one guilty for these. And yet … despite her sins weighing heavily in her heart, did she really deserve it?

Throughout her life, Angel was never one for religion. As Catholic as her parents may have been—hell, her very name, Angélique Marie Lacroix, carried over her parents’ religious faith—she never took religion as a part of her life. Faith had fallen the day her parents’ eyes looked at her with some sort of regrets. A regret born the day Dreamcatcher had vanished and left his monsters to destroy humankind. A look in their eyes as if the name they’d given to their daughter was no longer fitting to the newborn that was given birth shortly after the white angelic being whom descended from the heavens.

Living it here and now, maybe the tales of Christianity weren’t so far off. She’d committed to worst of sins in her living, and now Angel was condemned for the consequences of what she did. Maybe this really was hell after all. How foolish did she think she could escape from her fate by running away from it. If religion was an integral part of her birth, then it was just natural for it to claim its rightful place into her for her death.

Condemned to this torture, the fallen rockstar idol lamented the things she took for granted. She may have had it rough at the island, blaming herself for what she had done, trying to steer clear from the others, and mourning lost friendships and ruined relationships. However, being here like this, she somewhat regretted that her last moments with Experimental Unit Class B ended on such a note, at least for herself. To the others, she might only be yet another casualty to add to the lengthy list of the deceased students of USARILN East. But for Angélique, she regretted some choices she had made concerning the others, and wished she could’ve done some things differently, or done more enjoyable activities with the lots of them.

Whether it was genuine remorse or because she would’ve preferred to leave a better impression of herself before leaving the class. That’s what her life-long dream was all about, isn’t it? Leave an everlasting impression onto the world that would inspire others. That’s the reason she became Angélique Lachance, the popular rockstar she was before becoming a Subnatural. It was that very passion behind this dream that made her go this far, this great. Just how ironic it was that the very thing that she got her name from also gave her the greatest curse of her life.

Her classmates…

Life was too short indeed. Didn’t fully appreciate all the moments she had spent with them. They were almost family at this point. People she spent a lot of time with. People she fought with to survive. There were so many things she wished she could’ve done with them. So much to do



Just how much she’d like to see them. She’d give everything up for one last day with them.
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𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟘𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝕊𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝟚𝟘𝟚 / / ~𝟙𝟞𝟘𝟘





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𝕄𝕠𝕟: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟚, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝔸 𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 / / ~𝟙𝟜𝟛𝟘





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𝕄𝕠𝕟: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟚, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝕊𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝟚𝟘𝟚 / / ~𝟙𝟞𝟘𝟘





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𝕋𝕦𝕖: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝕊𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝟚𝟘𝟚 / / ~𝟘𝟚𝟘𝟘





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𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕖 / / 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕤 / / ~𝟘𝟡𝟘𝟘




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