Descent

His insides were collaterally impaled. They churned in disorder, swishing through the blood that poured from within.

Abel collapsed to his knees, followed by his arms. He clutched his stab wound out of draining pain. Blood spilled, staining the dark pavement.

Midas leaped back after the engagement, surprised, yet content with the unexpected successful attack.

"Not my target, but that works too." Midas smirked. "To think that a Virtue would do such a thing..."

Axel leered at him. "He isn't a Virtue himself, therefore he's disposable."

Abel heard this, and his heart underwent a sudden shock. The piercing pain induced himself with rage. But now added to this, was the betrayal newly revealed to him. Something that seemed to amass a familiar forsakened feeling within.

"I will avenge my brother, and that involves having the two of you die to the hands of the Virtue of Diligence." Axel stood with courage. But the surrounding witnesses could only see the face of a cynical sadist.

"You've got guts to call yourself a Virtue after using your teammate as a meat shield," Midas said.

"He was never a teammate. He was just a mandatory pair from Phase 2 that unecessarily stayed by my side. By now he's been nothing more than a nuisance."

Abel listened to it all. He made sense of what he was hearing. He connected the dots.

Axel had pulled him in to defend himself from Midas' attack. He was left untouched, while Abel was left with a lethal wound.

"I thought we were pairs… Axel..." Abel weakly spoke. His breathing was heavy with the bloody pain that rendered him immobile.

Axel kept his gaze forward. "And now we aren't. You're nothing to me now. You've served your purpose."

Silence. Just, silence.

Abel's emotion rose. It was heavy, and viscous.

His mind once an empty void, was now an abyss of overflowing negative energy. He let it seep in, overtaking any regulated thoughts. His thought process seemed to numb under a burning sensation that drove him mad. The agitation released a heavy weight over his head that could only be passed through, and so he did.

Through the negativity that flooded his head, he swam with ease. Abel fed off of every single inch that the resenting energy could provide.

He could feel his body scorch with rage every time it convulsed from the pain he felt, both physically and mentally. But the pain slowly withered away. The wound he held his hand over tightened, and he felt the opening begin to re-entangle back together. His skin was mending back into a singular fold.

The mental stress he underwent slowly became euphoric. Abel was suddenly pleased by the unpleasant emotions that ignited him. He wiped the blood that seeped from his mouth, revealing a latent smile. He almost felt the need to laugh.

The blood that rapidly coursed through his veins was thick, almost syrup-like. This made every part of his body feel heavy. His arms, his legs, his chest, and especially his head. His brain felt heavier than ever before, as it now bore the murderous intent that plagued his mind.

Abel was consumed by a satisfying sensation of rage. His heart, engulfed in flames. Yet, he liked it. Abel liked what he felt, and so he continued to let it manifest.

He breathed deeply, heavy with his exhales.

Abel was immersed in his own pleasurable hell.

Through the dark sea that engulfed his consciousness, struck a sudden giant bolt of energy.

His train of thought was abruptly interrupted by a sudden surge that jolted his mind open.

Abel felt his eyes paralyze.

Into the abyss of detrimental thought, poured in heavy loads of negative weight. The weight being psychological pictures of familiar burdens.

There were memories.

Laying before him, swimming in pools of blood, were two familiar individuals. A man and a woman. The blood being of his own. The individuals, being of his own.

"Mom… Dad…"

Pressure on his wrists and ankles contained his agonizing anger. He was strapped to a cold bed; inescapable.

Bumps lurched his body up and down. The only thing keeping him from flailing around the moving vehicle were the metal restraints.

Cold air that smelt of ammonia filled his nostrils, giving him a piercing headache.

Still strapped, tubes injected into various parts of his body. It was unbearable internal suffering.

Provocation to commit harm. There were insults and offensive remarks; reminders of regrets.

Countless people; eyes open with fear. Sensation took over. Now countless bodies; dead bodies.

Blood.

Blood, blood, blood, and blood.

Blood stains. Physical stains. Mental stains.

Bruises, cuts, trauma, and screaming.

Murder.

To release anger; fury. To release the unkempt emotion.

Insults, offensive remarks, and reminders of regrets.

Beatings, threats, electrocutions, and death.

Pain.

Agony.

Suffering.

Unwanted emotions produced by the experiments.

To withstand, impossible.

To stand, impossible.

Wither away in pain. Die.

The want to die.

The need to die.

To die, unobtainable.

Prevention of self-harm. Prevention of suicide.

Yet harm was produced by the overseers.

Archangels.

Production of fear.

Outstanding rage to be rid of, and to rid of.

Unsustainable anger produced.

Unsustainable anger released.

Wrath.