"Huh… huh…"

I was frozen. I couldn't move a muscle. My life was turned upside down.

In front of me was my parents' lab….in a total mess.

It was never neatly organized to my taste to begin with, but at present, it was nothing short of a garbage dump.

"What is…?"

My lips could hardly move. Voice failed to escape my throat.

Assault.

My parents were assaulted.

The turned around tables, the drops of blood and more than anything… the bodies.

As if to compensate for the immobility of the rest of my body, my eyes alone were running wild. Unable to halt myself, I was scanning every tiny bit of the scene over and over, as if to aid the brain in digesting the information lying in front of me.

My mother was lying on the floor. Her eyes were wide open, despite no longer emitting any life force.I couldn't even begin imagining in what way she was murdered.

My father was leaning on the wall. His eyes were closed. Stains of blood were covering his body. I doubt he would have fallen as an easy prey. He must have resisted And yet, he fell….

"Who….?"

I couldn't even properly ask the simplest of questions. Once my eyes fell on the third being, I was struck with awe. A long red hair, shining yellow eyes, and a gorgeous blood-covered body.

It was a woman, about 18 years old, lying on the floor. Her expression conveyed pain. She was injured.

"A kid…? Why did they…?"

Her eyes laid on me. I felt a shiver as her snake eyes pierced through me.

She was surprised. It seems like she wasn't aware of my existence.

But that was a given. After all… I was just a toy.

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I have been torn away from the world for so long. My parents wouldn't let me go outside unless they find it necessary for their own agendas.

I was raised, I was given knowledge. Yet I was no more than a puppet at their disposal.

They didn't even attempt to conceal this fact.

They… had no hard feelings while saying 'You were born for the sake of our experiments.'

I was given a clear and well-defined meaning for my existence, but that only made it so much more empty. Somehow, I kept on bearing this pain, suffering, and solitude. Did I believe that they, deep inside, love me and care about me?

'If the child loves its parents, they ought to return that love. Such is the natural mutual relationship born between those bound by the bonds of blood.'

It was a belief I was strongly sticking to. I was likely aware it was just me convincing myself through suggestion, yet I kept on using this foul fuel to support me.

Only now I realize how pretentious I was. How fake, hypocrite and convenient all this propaganda was. I was just painting myself as an innocent victim.

But as I gaze upon their corpses – I feel no pain.

No sadness, no regret nor even pity.

Relief.

This feeling has never felt uglier.

Love…there was none between us from the very beginning. The sole mutual feeling we shared was… indifference.

I was finally released from the chains sealing me.

In my eyes, that blood-stained woman was my savior.

Her red figure was magnificent. Painted in the colors of death, her figure was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Shortly after I caught a glimpse of her voice, she gave in and fainted…