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Seven squeezed through a hole in the wall into an abandoned warehouse, hate and anger coursing through his veins. She had lied to him, lied about what she had done and how she turned him. He let out a low growl. How dare she! He was so- angry- he wanted to tear something-
Clink
A can tipped over and clattered to the ground, noisily rolling across the floor. His eyes snapped up, pupils narrowing and a quiet hiss escaping him. A child gasped, Seven's body tensed. He hadn't eaten since he'd woken up, and the hunger gnawed at his stomach. Air rushed past him as he leapt forward out of instinct, teeth exposed and claws out. He aimed for the jugular, the child couldn't even react before he sank his teeth-
Gasp
Seven shot up in his nest, his eyes wide and his breathing rapid. A few nomes that had curled up to him stirred and chirped sleepily, wondering why he woke them up. He rubbed his eyes and took a moment for himself, just breathing and staring out into open space. That dream again..he grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. He had been having that same dream for weeks now but it never disturbed him any less. He looked down at his hands and took in a shaky breath. It's fine, I wasn't myself then..I shouldn't blame myself. A nome chirped and sidled up to him, trying to comfort him. His hands trembled, he took in another shaky breath and looked at the nome. It chirped soothingly and patted his side, the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile-
He coughed, blood splattering onto the floor. There was a terrible pain in his neck, like it was burning. His mind was elsewhere, his instincts having gone into overdrive. His stomach churned and growled, he was so so hungry. He blinked slowly, clutching the bleeding wound in his neck that was slowly healing. Where was he? He could barely make anything out. He blinked more, his vision getting better each time he did so.
Chirp?
His gaze snapped down, in front of him stood a nome. It stared up at him with a curious tilt to its cap and in its hands it held a chunk of bread. Seven's stomach growled. The nome perked up with another curious chirp and offered the chunk of bread to him, he growled and bared his teeth. The nome urged him to take the bread, despite the hostile demeanor he was showing off. Slowly he inched out of the darkness, hunger clouding his mind. The nome seemed more eager the closer he got until he lunged forward-
Seven shook his head, snap out of it! He shoved the nome away out of panic and sprung up, kicking off his blankets and scattering nomes and pillows everywhere. He needed some air! He dashed to the door, letting out quick panicked breaths as he stumbled through into the hallway. He clutched his chest, slamming the button of the elevator to bring him up to the lighthouse. The elevator shook lightly and took a moment to get up to the top, forcing him to think over what had happened. He clenched and unclenched his hands and let out a shaky breath, his arms trembling. It's in the past, don't think about it. He took in another shaky breath and fiddled with his sleeve. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't in control of himself at that time. He walked over to the big doors at the end of the dining hall. It was slightly cracked open, allowing the sun and ocean breeze to peek through. He was completely different then, why is he feeling guilty? He gripped the edge of the door and peeked through the crack, halting when he saw Mono and Six sitting outside. He hesitated, he didn't really want to talk to them right now. Somewhere inside him was an inkling of hatred towards Six for what she had done- He shook his head and drew back, he didn't hate her. He couldn't, she didn't mean to kill him, she lost control too. A shiver went up his spine and he went to hide beneath a table, pulling his legs up to his chest and burying his face into his knees. A nome's chirp echoed through the hall, causing him to stir. He lifted his head just about so he could spot it running towards him with one eye. It chirped again and waved its arms at him, then sprinted towards him. It chirped worriedly and circled around him, poking and prodding him.
"Leave me alone", he mumbled, it clicked in opposition and plopped itself down against his side. He sighed.
...
He was fine, he would get over this.
The memories will leave, he isn't like that anymore.
He isn't a murderer..he isn't..