Bloody Revenge [RinxLoneDigger]

[Guest ♠[Rin]♠]

Rin's character:

 

 

 

Name: Kiba Cartner.

Age: 22.

Height: 5'8.

Former job: Waiter.

 

 

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The Cult of Helios was a bunch of assholes. They had started out as a harmless sect with five people studying life and death, until the studies had eaten them up. In October 2019, on Halloween, they were exactly fifty people and they were responsible for 200 deaths. Children, men, women, pregnant women, babies, pets. They hadn‘t cared, they had solely taken drugs and drunken alochol and stabbed everyone and everything that had crossed their paths. Among those victims were Kiba‘s family; his father, his stepmother, his little sister and his dog. All of them - dead. Kiba had come home from a Halloween party that night and he had found the corpses. It had left a trauma that was unspeakable and hard to fathom. He had felt cold, broken, dead and alive all at the same. Many, many funerals had been held in that dark time, and inside of the church, Kiba had met him: his future partner in crime. Together they had studied, followed, stalked, hunted and eventually killed members of the sect until everyone was gone. Kiba, heartbroken, traumatized and full of sorrow, had had one single gun and enough bullets for twice as many people. And after many weeks, it was done, the cult was as good as extinct. The team hadn‘t even bothered hiding, they had cracked two beers open in Kiba‘s garage and waited for the police to come and get them. To be honest, Kiba knew that something was wrong with his partner, he was not only a person who had been hurt by the cult but also someone who did really deserve to be taken out of society. Kiba had seen him killing. He had enjoyed it.

 

In court, the judge had certified them insane and they were sent to a mental hospital that was far away in the next city. The St. Valentino Asylum. The name sounded cute, but Kiba knew that a mental hospital was nothing to be happy about, at least in his eyes. They still were lucky enough to get sent to the same asylum, so when it was time to pack his things, Kiba could go home for one last time to get his passport and other personal IDs for the asylum, but otherwise he couldn‘t keep anything. He and his partner were sent to the asylum the next day. The drive there was long, terribly long, but once they had arrived, they were pushed through security scans and had to exchange their clothes for patient clothes, which were plain grey overalls with white short-sleeved tops underneath. The Helios Cult had been a huge annoyance for the public, so for getting rid of those criminals Kiba and his partner at least met some sympathy in the asylum. For example, they were granted to have rooms right next to each other. After a talk with countless psychologists and a psychiatrist, Kiba was diagnosed with PTSD and some other mental disorders that he didn‘t even care to remember. What for?

 

The team had arrived in the morning, so it was pretty quiet. The rooms were plain but sweet. A bed, a bedside table, a desk, a stool, a toilet and a wardrobe. There was a fitness room and a library available during their free time as well, but only between one PM and seven PM. Right now it was only eight AM and the nurse who had brought them to their rooms took off their handcuffs and then left them to be. There were many other people in the same ward, but nobody was of great interest to Kiba. Honestly, he didn‘t really think that he fit into this asylum anyway, he wasn‘t crazy. Okay, maybe a bit, but what did it matter? He had chosen this life when he had aimed his gun against the cult members.

 

Kiba left his room and entered the room his partner was in. He quickly took a look around. „Looks the same as all the others,“ he commented. He didn‘t think the other cared though. Kiba walked over to the bed and sat on it. „Since we are locked up in here for a life time… Do you have hobbies?“ It was a bit awkward now. It felt like they were still strangers, but without a purpose now.