The Anatomy of Mortals

[Sakari Lehtinen]

Sakari blinks a few times, taking in all the information that Pierre threw at him.

"I guess the world doesn't stop when I'm gone. I think we should step up our propoganda campaign, then, since everything is hitting the fan." I reply. "So is Zinn alright, then?"

[Cephrien]

A few hours later, Ceph was able to regeneate a few more killed plants, trees, grass, flowers.. He was also in the middle of making the last wall to a small, wooden cabin he was building.
Akka said something about an underground shelter..?
When that thought came to mind, Ceph held his arms into the air and formed a large orb of energy. It grew up into a very large size until Ceph slammed it into the ground. There was a small explosion and there was a large hole in the ground. "..eh.. i hope that was the right thing to do.." He muttered to himself.

Nitas walked down to the cells and spotted the Anarchist, Antero Black. He grinned and put his arms behind his back, rocking back and forth of his heels. "..Awww... are you getting siiick..?" He teased and reached for the button that raised the temperature.

[Pierre Proudhon]

"Well this road trip is a propaganda campaign. And I think Zinn is okay. She mistook me for an old anarchist friend of her's, but she seems to on the right track, talking to Oneiroi and all. Maybe it was good we brought him along."

[Antero Black]

Antero's shivering turns to sweat in little time. He pants as the heat becomes intolerable. His eyes are watery and his vision blurred. He isn't sure how much more torture he can withstand. In agony, he whispers the names of Simona and Sasha, with the hope they might come to his rescue, even if they are long dead.

[Sakari Lehtinen]

Sakari smiles, glad to know that Zinn is doing better with Onerei around.

"That's good. I'm just saying that it wouldn't hurt to plaster a few more buildings before we go."

[Pierre Proudhon]

"Yes, but we may have to post pone things if Antero has been captured. But I am glad you are fine. What happened to you?"

[Thomas]

Thomas yawned as he stretched his legs and sat upword on his bed.He changed and left the gloomy dark subway that was the new home of the rebels.He sat outside the building and watched as the wind blew his dark hair around.
The people on the street was exceptionally large for a regular day.

[Sasha Kropotkin]

I retire to my quarters after another mission. I wonder if I'm living up to their expectations.

The killing seems to get easier as time progresses. It becomes systematic. The weight of their lives never really carried themselves on my shoulders, but I felt as though I should feel. Now I know that not feeling just makes the job easier, and understand what I must do.

But still, something is just, missing. Something isn't right. I don't know how long I can keep up with this killing on behalf of an oppressive regime, capitalist or not.

I walk to the bathroom to clean up.

[Hedeon]

When Sasha looks in the mirror, Hedeon's reflection stares back.

"Don't fight me."

[Sasha Kropotkin]

My heart skips a beat upon seeing this ghastly reflection of myself, and I fall backwards upon a natural reaction, into my cramped bathroom, sliding down the wall. I disagree hits the ground hard, and I look back up at the mirror, too afraid to stand up and see him again.

Unintentionally, I hold my breath.

[Freak Boy]

"Good, Boxy. Just put down the knife.... We can cover this up. Act like it never happened," Freak Boy said, grabbing a plastic bag to put the pieces of the lamp in it. He treated it as if he was placing a corpse in a bag.

"............................"

"Mack, I didn't want to kill him! He made me do it! The bastard had it coming!" he shouted to the apple.

"........................................................................................"

Freak Boy pulled out his gun and shot the apple. "Now who's psychotic, pregnant dog?!"

[Hedeon]

Hedeon's reflection appears again in the mirror, as though he were sitting in the reflective sink, looking down upon Sasha. His eyes are filled with hatred as he spreads his white wings.

"You would have been better off if you would've just obeyed. Don't make this any harder on yourself than it needs to be."

The mirror shatters, raining thousands of tiny glass knives down upon Sasha.

[Sasha Kropotkin]

The room fills with the sound of glass shattering, and I raise my arms to my face, bracing for the onslaught of my former reflection.

Nothing.

I open my eyes, and look up. The mirror is intact. I stand up, and look back into the mirror, seeing myself in the reflection. I stare at myself, for a good minute to gather my senses, then cautiously wash my face.

I exit the bathroom, wiping my face with my towel, and hear another voice behind me. A different voice.

"...An...Antero..?" I say, audibly.

A loud clang, as though someone just hit the lights. My surroundings are gone, leaving only myself, the towel, and darkness. My breathing becomes frantic. How do I know this person?

"Antero? Antero..! ANTERO!!!" I begin to shout at the darkness. I drop the towel, and begin to run.

Forward.

[Freak Boy]

"......................."

"You're right, Boxy. Someone will have heard the gunshot. Quick, you hide the bodies. You... you clean up the mess left by Mack," Freak Boy said to Boxy and the shadow.

"....................................."

"Shut up and hurry! A gunshot won't go unnoticed here!"

[Nitas]

Nitas closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "...Okay.. that'll be all for now.." He said, with a grin. He stood up on his toes to reach the cool down button. "..I'll go easy on ya since i like yas."