Morpheus was completely oblivious to his roommate's entrance far too distracted with his own thoughts. Not paying her glare any attention, not even acknowledging her simply stroking Lazarus’s fur. Only turning his head the moment she started speaking in a rather rude tone and making a comment toward his brother and calling him 'that thing' but before he could even properly get angered at such a statement, the woman had already made a beeline straight for the bathroom, closing the door before he could even respond. He let out an involuntary hissing sound, grinding his teeth. Refraining from his immediate desire to break through that door and make it clear who she was speaking to. Quickly headed for his bedroom instead, getting his brother to follow closely behind, hearing him start making sounds which he interpreted. “I'm already hating everything about thisss.” Morpheus muttered quietly to himself opening the door leading his brother inside proceeding to close the door, examining everything around. Immediately disappointed seeing how flimsy the locks were, then locking the door. Criticizing several things about how the room was, mostly just as an excuse to vent his frustrations while tending to his brothers needs. Spending about thirty minutes making his brother less anxious about his new environment, until his brother finally fell asleep in the corner.
Morpheus laid on his bed and let out a long sigh, looking up at the ceiling briefly hearing his brother starting to snore. Before clenching the sides of the bed with his hands, breathing in and out deeply. “My impulses have only gotten stronger over time. I need to think of a better way to release my pent up desires without causing others trouble...which in turn only gets me in trouble...Not that, that even concerns me. But...if I just give into my desires I'll end up losing my...like my brother had...” Morpheus thought drifting off as suddenly another thing he repressed had emerged causing him to daydream once again about his past.
The moon was full and shining down, Morpheus sprinted toward the completely abandoned home that no one dared treading, assuming it was cursed since the old couple that lived there both committed suicide together. It was even still fully furnished, because they feared everything inside was cursed as well. His spine shivered and his heart pounding inside his chest. His brother's very deliberate words repeated inside his head, that he would get his revenge tonight, words he had never spoken before in his life. He hadn't been able to find him all day, and the entire village was in a stir because several people were missing. But despite their searching, he was fully aware that place is somewhere they'd never venture and it had to be where Lazarus was.
Meanwhile inside the building, four individuals were shaking in fear tied up with thick rope, gagged with white cloths shoved into their mouth, laying down on the ground. While Lazarus was standing there with a tense glare holding a large metal sickle with the appearance that is was made out of stone, looking at large mirror seeing the large bear standing there, his tattooed body and eyes glowing. Grabbing one of the civilians, a 'big boned' man off the ground and bringing him close to the mirror. “So, what did you call me every single day again? Could you refresh my memory?” Lazarus snarled as he removed the gag on the man to allow him to speak, waiting for his answer.
“You're a f-fucking m-monster!” The man chokes out, with clenched teeth and an angry look. Lazarus smirked. “Correct, here's your reward...validation to your claim.” Lazarus retorted in a bitter tone shoving him hard and straight into the mirror, have it crack and having several large glass shards falling to ground. As the man fell to ground groaning, Lazarus dropped his weapon, and picked the man up again, lifting him up off the ground. Smashing his backside through the mirror hard enough to completely destroy the mirror, as it shattered to pieces. As the man started to whimper sounding pathetic, like an animal in a trap. As Lazarus picked up the largest shard of glass grasping it carefully inside his paw. “You also happen to ridicule me for my face didn't you? Well now its time to fuck your face up.” Lazarus replied as the man watching as the glass shard was held up against his face.
“P-please mercy.” He begged as the Lazarus let out a small laugh from his plead getting his face close enough as Lazarus whispered. “Monsters aren't merciful.” before digging the glass straight into his face letting out an awful scream, as he quickly and repeatedly slashed through his face. Like he was playing connect the dots, twisting and shifting the glass ripping his face until it wasn't recognizable. His painful screams still proved he was alive throughout the mutilation of his face. When he was finished he shoved the glass shard deeply between his eyes, killing him instantly.
Turning his head to the three remaining, able to see the fear in their eyes. Walking over not even bothering to pick up his weapon going over and lifting his foot up above a particularly thin man legs, looking down at him waiting a few seconds before smashing his leg down with full force, crushing one of their knees, turning the bone practically to dust, breaking the wood floor with the impact, also followed by a sharp scream muffled by the gag. Picking him up by his other leg and starting moving him around like he was a rag doll, smacking him against wall. “How many kind deeds did I do for you? How much did me and my brother do for you, out of the kindness of our hearts...and you repaid us in our weakest moments by you and your little thugs attacking us...Well here's a life lesson for you.” Lazarus continued to speak before stopping to hold him close, face to face. “Don't fucking look down, on someone so far above you.” Lazarus spat out, literally and deliberately getting saliva all over his face before instantly holding him with both paws and quickly bending him until his spine made an audible snapping sound, before tossing him aside.
Going forward, grabbing his weapon looking at the window, which was uncovered, swearing someone was watching him. But nothing was there, so he turned his attention back at the remaining two, looking as the woman trembled as he lifted her off the ground, standing her upright. “Was watching all of that horrific? Terrible? Make your stomach turn? You poor pitiful hypocrite. Then why did you watch silently while I and my brother suffered, while your worthless husband attacked us without even seeming the least bit concerned? It's because we weren't important, so we're allowed to be tossed aside like trash...I'm right aren't I?” Lazarus spoke out, only getting louder and sounding angrier with each word spoken. The women only closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.
Interrupted by Morpheus bursting through the front door. “Brother, please stop! Your not acting like yourself. You'd never hurt another living creature.” Morpheus cried out, tears down his face but Lazarus didn't stop his actions, only glancing at his brother. “You'll never have to watch violence again.” Lazarus replied pinning her up against the wall before swiftly sweeping his sickle through. As Morpheus nearly gasped, with a face of shock as their head was separated from the body, both dropping to the ground, looking at the display of the three dead. He was shaking fearfully, as Lazarus looked at him as the blood dripped from his sickle. Morpheus was looking at the strangers face, and hearing that stranger speak.
“Are you afraid of me?” Lazarus questions, Morpheus wiped the tears from his eyes while shaking his head.
“I'm afraid of losing you...”
Morpheus snapped out his thoughts sitting up from his bed, his appearance looked unaffected. Rubbing his head, which was badly aching . Looking at his brother who was still asleep. “I was watching, desperately hoping you wouldn't, but I couldn't stop you...you tried to just keep your pain to yourself, and all that did was let your anger manifest into hate. You we're the one to keep me peaceful, why did you have to change?” He pondered in his head, standing up. “Damn memoriesss won't leave me alone.” He curses aloud, irritated that his mind just couldn't stop. Leaving his room quietly closing his door, making little noise as possible to let his brother sleep. “I refussse to let my temper engulf me.” He stated aloud to himself heading toward the bathroom door, with a slight look of determination on his face. Slightly surprised to hear that she was still inside. He cleared his throat as he knocked a couple times on the bathroom door. “Misssss.” Morpheus said hoping she could hear him from the other side the door.
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