“NO! reversed- Chu/Kyran
This wasn’t a scene that was new to him. The flames to lick against the walls stained with blood, the alarms to be ringing in his ears as he slowly crawled out from under his desk, brushing some rubble from his lab coat as he carefully climbed to his feet and examined the damage around him. How many labs did this make? The second one to have been caused by the same person- who was were exactly? Chuuya, the wonderful creation, the closest to perfection he had ever come to. Would he have reached perfection if the other hadn’t broken free at such a young age? A weapon with the power of a god, a mindless puppet whose strings could be controlled as needed.
Ah, but how boring such a thing would have become. If there was one thing that he’d be honest with was how he enjoyed the unpredictable nature of the younger male. The way he’d frown when annoyed, the smile that seemed strangely out of place to someone like Kyran. He wasn’t one to dwell on the emotions of those around him, to much care about the effects his way of thinking about life affected others around him. Ah, but none of that was important.
Around him was simply chaos. Various creatures in different stages of experimentation were screaming in pain or simply attacking other creatures close by, the fires having long since claimed the collection of voodoo dolls that Kyran had made over the years, those to be made recently with freash blood, now forced to suffer even more pain as the flames consumed their doll. It was a chorus of pure horror - the screams of pain mixed with the screams of those trying to fight their way through the chaos.
A million hours of research was up in smoke and yet Kyran stood in the middle of this chaos, looking perfectly at ease despite the nightmare to be happening around him. He seemed to be searching for some, his walking increasing in pace as he spotted a mess of ginger hair. Was this simply fate? Was this simply the path that they were to reach? He thought that he had made the other stronger than this - yet one little temper tantrum and this was the result. It was with careful steps that he crossed the wreckage, kneeling down next to the barely breathing figure that laid under a pile of rubble, a mix of building pieces and broken test tubes, limbs of other experiments and burnt paperwork. Somehow, this scene of chaos suited the other and for a few moments longer, Kyran simply knelt there, taking it all in, the smell of burning flesh, the pool of blood that rolled steadily towards his feet. Destruction was simply an art that Chuuya lived and breathed and perhaps the kindest thing to do would be to allow this all to end -
Kyran however soon shifted and started to pull off parts of rubble that was simple enough to move. Saving the other mans life was second in his mind - he needed at least the body but he would admit that he’d much rather the other survived too, he was much more fun - rather enjoyable to be around most times and pretty good in bed too. It’d been a fun little game to wrap this strong, confident man around his little finger, to watch him as he second guessed every little thing that Kyran decided to do, to push at his limits and see just what the great Chuuya was willing to accept in return for some love.
“...if you stopped blowing up my labs perhaps I would be a little more gentle”, he sighed lightly, unsure if he could be heard or not, but needing another sound rather than the screams and moans of the dying around them. So much research up in smoke - but it seemed as though Chuuya may yet live. All he needed to do was find Garth and get him to save the other’s life. A simple request - the child wouldn’t allow a friend to die right before his very eyes, no matter the pain that he’d need to embrace. A sad ability - a sad state of mind, but one that could very much mean that at least this fun wasn’t going to end anytime soon, “Alright, lets get you seen to”.
He was rather gentle as he pulled out the battered and bloody body from the little rubble to remain, labcoat soon coated with blood as he hugged Chuuya close to his chest, carefully stepping over anything in the way as he made his way back towards the upper layers of the city. Lucky enough the Port Mafia towers weren’t too far away from this base so hopefully he’d be able to track Garth down in time.