Tragedy is The Victor

[Kith]

"I don't fit in anywhere. What good am I? Red Infinity is my life, and they no longer need me. This rejection is destroying me. I never meant for things to go this way. Genovia tricked me into cheating on Celeste. I am a fool."


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I look down at the talking fox. It must be the fox demon that I healed before.

"Where do I belong? And what do I do when I have no purpose."

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[Alexander Carnegie]

I stare up at the filthy cement ceiling of this dungeon, and am filled with disgust. I hate this whole f'ucking establishment.

"I'm beginning to sound like a d'amned anarchist... Pretty soon I'll stop taking showers, and start bombing parades."

I hear somebody stir in the adjacent cell.

"It sounds like I'm not the only subversive."

[Hope98]

I put up an energy sheild which blocks the attack. I look at Genovia and feel intense hatred toward her. She killed my friends. I want her to die.


I blast her with my eye beams, right in the chest.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov hears a voice in another cell, he weakly crawls across the floor toward the other prisoner.

"S..sorry I am...not as friendly...I have not been fed for a few days....I get this way....tired. But it is good to hear another voice. I have been alone for a while now..."

[Kinyo-bi]

"We are not meant to fall into a slot that was created by somebody else, we were meant to forge our own." Kinyo-bi turns into his human form, and sits cross legged in front of Kith.

"A wiser individual than myself once said, first say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do."

[Genovia]

I take the blasts to my chest. It hurts, but I am no stranger to pain. I can handle it. I run at Hope to punch her.

[Kith]

"I have never lived my life for myself. I do not know how. All I know is Red Infinity. There is no self anymore. Only them. That is the way they train us....."


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I sigh.

"The self and Red Infinity are no longer seperate....so...I can not live without them. I could easier live without blood."

[Alexander Carnegie]

I try to imagine who could be in the cell next to me, but decide it's best not to ask questions sometimes. It's probably some rebel or anarchist or something. Oh well, conversation's conversation.

"Yes, I have been very alone as well... The reason I am in this cell is because of my one 'real' friend."

I sit back against the cell, and lightly tap my head against the wall.

[Hope98]

I grab Genovia's fist, pull her into me, and knee her in the gut.


"This time Genovia, you are outmatched."

I slam my elbow into her back and push her onto the ground.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Yes, I am here for my friends as well. You see, some of them were captured so I exchanged myself for them. At least they were released. I hope they are well."
Bassarov leans against the wall and lays his head against the cold cement.
"Is this your first time here?"

[Kinyo-bi]

"I assume that you are to be purged from the party, and that Genovia were to take your place. Red Infinity isn't nearly as big of a part of your life as they'd wish it to be if that truly is the case." Kinyo-bi looks up at Kith, his eyes a sea of emotions.

[Kith]

"Yes, that is how they repay my loyalty. It is all Hope's fault. I always followed orders until I met her...back in Helsinki. My orders were to kill her. That was the first time I disobeyed an order. That was the catalyst of all of this."


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I sit on a retaining wall near a garden. I just don't know what to do.

"I could still go after Hope...and redeem myself..."

[Alexander Carnegie]

"First time at the Ministry of Terror? No. First time in their cells? Yes. Although I did spend some time in a forced labor camp..."

I scratch my forehead, and examine my hand. It's dark and dirty, soiled by the filthy cement cage. I lay them down by my sides, imagining that if I keep them away from my face, I could stay clean.

"I wish I could go see the symphony again... I had tickets lined up, my friend stole my date, but I don't care, that was just an image thing anyways."

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I love classical music. I play the violin, but need to practice more."

Bassarov can not remember the last time he practiced. Somehow politics took presidence over music.

"I have been here numerous times, and also to forced labor camps. Between the two, I prefer forced labor."

[Genovia]

I stumble to my feet and cough up some blood. "YOU'RE MAKING ME MAD!!" I turn into an enraged bear and charge at her, slashing at her with my enormous paws.