So, I'm adding another one today, since I had a bad day...College final exams. Need to study moar lol [th_096_K.gif]
Btw, my chapters will be small in length but I'll try to post a lot.
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~~~~~Inside Shiro’s house~~~~~
I left the rotting zombie corpse sprawled on the floor in all of its meat-pie glory. Right after I finished him off I realized that with sound comes zombies, and with zombies comes interruptions for my planning and outfitting myself.
I’m going to go see professor Akane in a little bit huhuhu, but first I need to get my gear together and get rid of my psychological illness medication. This is going to prove hella tough to endure for the next week or two. I’m quitting cold turkey which is NOT advised for anyone that takes as much medication each day as me.
It reminds me of one time I tried to quit cold turkey for a few days to see what happened. Damn that was crazy. The backlash starts with severe headaches, then after a while enters the stage where your whole body feels like when you have that moment where your leg is asleep. However your whole body gets that feeling and it’s harder to move. After that your senses start to distort and you feel like you’re watching yourself move like watching a tv of yourself doing the moving. Or like when you play a shooting game and you’re in 3rd person mode. The next stage is worse, your vision blurs and you fade in and out of consciousness.
Usually this wouldn’t happen to most people who take these types of meds, however the sheer amount of different prescriptions I intake makes it the problem. In some cases people who take more than I do have been known to go into a coma or have some sort of heart problem that could be fatal. The one thing I’m worried about but equally excited for, is how fucked up I’m going to be without my meds. Hehehe thank goodness law enforcement is in the shitter.
[A/N: The medicine scenario I put there is actually from my own experience -.- Needless to say it earned me some long quality time with Mr. Padded Cell. Ahh good times…]
The way to counter the symptoms above I have decided to shoot some adrenaline doses in scheduled intervals during the day (the adrenaline is thanks to my dad). I’m not a doctor but that’s the best I can think of. I’ll be junkie if it means more time slaying some undead kekeke.
Anyways, I trash all of my prescription bottles and scurry down into my homemade military armory. After gazing at the many lockers and walls of guns with sparkling eyes I go to one of the clothing lockers. Inside is a custom black tactical suit that the national military’s all over the world would drool over. It took my dad’s Research & Development department 3 years to perfect and it took an astronomical sum of money to create.
My dad is filthy rich and he gave it to me for a Christmas present. A father who gives his son state of the art body armor when his son is a psychopath/sociopath. Not very smart eh? It should provide protection from the jaws of zombies though. At least I fucking hope so.
[A/N: here is a photo of what I’m talking about. Just without the helmet. http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/219707/Infiltrax.jpg]
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Now it’s time for the real pain in the ass: At the very end of the locker room is a door that my mom (bless her heart, may she rest in peace) told me never to open. Well, she died in a convenient store robbery when I was 8 (which made my dad stock up on guns since then) and it’s been a long time so I guess its okay just to give it a small peek.
Opening the old door with a creepy *creeeeeaaak* I look inside and see the last thing I would have expected. My mother’s family heirloom a katana, the real version of Muramasa. She told me that this one is the one that is actually cursed and not the one sitting at the Tokyo National Museum. Apparently her family has been passing it down from generation to generation making sure no one swiped it and tried to hold it.
Since the legend says that Muramasa makes the wielder go ape-shit ballistic and can’t distinguish friend from foe. Adding to that the fact that when the sword is unsheathed it has to draw blood before it can be sheathed again. Making it a cursed sword that no one should touch. Hehe if it makes a person go crazy, what happens if the person is already all kinds of fucked up crazy? To hell with it I guess I should try…
I grab the sword like a child with a getting his Christmas present and immediately hear,
KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL! KILL EVERYONE, KILL EM ALL! COME ON MOTHERFU-
“Oi, shut up you’re too noisy.”
Eh? You’re not going batshit crazy?
“Too late. By like, 12 years.”
Bwahahaha that’s amazing! You’re the first one to resist the bloodlust! Hmm, give me a sec let me try again…
Suddenly my vision goes black, then as if I’m watching a movie there is a battlefield with opposing armies that seem to have a temporary truce with each other and trying to slay one guy. The man is young and has white hair, swinging the sword in a shower of blood and guts fighting several people at one time. I get dizzy because my view switches from one soldier to the next after the soldier whose eyes I’m looking through gets decapitated or split in two.
Am I supposed to be going insane from this? Personally I wish I could just make my own ghost form and summon some popcorn and watch the carnage! This is some quality shit that even the best film companies can’t make. Might as well watch the guy and try to learn some pointers for when I get to wield this badass sword…
~~~Muramasa POV~~~~
…This kid…
He’s not even batting an eye after going through thousands of soldiers visions of deaths! I can hear his inner thoughts too, so I know how unstable that little monster kid is. Things such as,
‘Oh fuck yeah! I think I made it to the thousand soldier mark!’
Or,
‘Ehhh, why doesn’t he dice the guy up like sushi instead of stabbing his chest?’
Even,
‘Damn, he cut that guy’s dong off, poor guy, I should have thought of that…’
I think I found a devil in human skin…
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Professor Akane next chapter kekeke