Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

[midgarhorizon]

Characters: Reno and Shion, and any roomies or anyone that wants to witness a destructive mental breakdown or get involved and/or punched
Setting: Starting off in Room 1-04, otherwise see prompts- prompts will be posted as comments
Format: 1 inch margins
Summary: Shion catches Reno up to speed on the Tower about certain reveals- let's just call the rest temporary insanity. There will be wall punching
Warnings: this isn't going to be pretty



He honestly hadn't wanted to do this, but the lack of clothing for both him and Shion had left little choice. It was degrading. It was humiliating. It was something he kinda sucked at.

Reno sat on his bed with legs folded up underneath him, wearing his makeshift black bandanas to cover his face, long ago replacing the sheet he'd been using. Spread out in front of him was some black cloth he was carefully hand stitching together. It'd be a shirt when he was done, expect for the part it was taking forever. He didn't want to hang out too long in the workshop, or really, anywhere else in the Tower right then, and he was worse with the machines.

By this rate, he'd have this shirt done by December, if he was lucky. Shion had said he wanted to stop by and talk with him, too, and while not totally secure, it was easier here than dealing with randomly wandering monsters.

Reno frowned at the cloth just before he misjudged the distance between his finger and the needle.

"Ouch! Shiva's tits..."

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"I wish it were." He said with a frown. "We are wire constructs, filled with liquid the colour we can see in our collar." He waved his arms around. "Everything is an illusion, just metal and foil. Your bed is a pod filled with orange liquid, food is just nutrient bars."

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There was a significant pause, just before Reno stood up and grabbed a small pair of scissors he had been using to cut bits of fabric.

Shion couldn't be lying... he wouldn't lie about something like that. The kid had no sense of humor. All this time- ALL THIS TIME. He had thought they were dead, but at least had cloned bodies. Bodies that were human. What were they without bodies? Golems? Machines?

It was just too much. Without a word, he held the scissors in his fist, and jabbed them into the skin of his left forearm. It hurt, but he was bleeding red.

"I don't feel like a wire construct. Wire constructs don't fucking bleed." He held his arm out to Shion, as if to dare him to explain. "Why am I bleeding, Shion? Tell me that. And it fucking hurts too."

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"Reno!" Shion was too late to stop him cutting himself but tried to grab the scissors off him. "Because the blood is an illusion, wire constructs can still be destroyed and the blood is the liquid inside us." His eyes showed fear as he desperately tried to take the scissors off Reno.

"We can still feel, pain is still real." It was one of the few things that was.

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Letting the kid have the scissors, he wiped off the trickle that had started to form into a small river.

"Why is it real? If we're dead we shouldn't feel a damn thing!"

His head was exploding, trying to grasp the idea that they were all just... metal constructs. Just something to use, and throw away.

No wonder the administrators treated them like shit.



He cracked a smile at that, and laughed. It was not a wholesome laugh, not of someone who had got a joke and thought it funny. It was one of someone trying to come with terms that his world, that had been turned upside down on its head, and had grown a whole lot more ugly.

He was a turk. A turk. He could deal with this. He could deal with being dead and a construct and not human and everything he ever believed in was either dead or a mother fuckin' lie

"You're not all dead--this isn't some form of hell or purgatory."

The laughter cut off, and something shifted; there wasn't any expression on Reno's face anymore, only a mask blank of what was going on inside.

Even that was a lie.

He was just standing there, frozen. Waiting for the next thing to happen. For the next straw, that would finally come along and collapse everything. The blood dripping down his arm was immaterial. The pain he felt wasn't even there.

Slowly, he walked through the door and into the corridor.

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"We're not..." Not dead, if they were dead then the threat of death in a year, less than that now, it would mean nothing.

Shion went cold at the laughter, this was not meant to happen, he hadn't meant to make Reno angry, make him mad. He was always the first to tell Shion to stay in control.

"Wait, where are you going." He hurried after him, reaching out to grab his hand.