"Thank you."
Said Thirteen, raising his gun and shooting down the dying guard before he could see his gun.
"May your next life be better."
Uttered Thirteen, even if they were against him and Jin, he still believed that someone can have a second chance, to change his ways.
Then, he left the place at once, leaving behind the bloody and charred corpses.
Continuing his walk toward the end of the corridor while opening his watch, getting an aerial view of the building from the corridor map.
Thirteen saw that the hallways he was in led to only one direction, the were no other routes that it had gone to.
It was the room where they had the datapad and the room where Jin was currently.
"Jin, you dumb fucker!"
Cursed Thirteen, but continued to run with all his might while holding his revolver, there were only 4 rounds left in the weapon, and he wanted to use none of those bullets
At least not on Jin.
'You stupid bastard, don't you dare die on me!'
He was getting close, and while running through the hallways, he only saw the same things as before…
Dead bodies and a sea of blood drawing hallways.
The alerts continued to scream in Thirteen's ears, his sensitive ears reacted roughly to the loud sounds which only seemed to get worse over time.
'Just you wait, I will be the one to kill you, I never wanted to leave my house, and now I'm even forced to exercise… Jin I'm going to murder you.'
Cursed Thirteen under his breath, his heart beating in his throat as he saw the iron door of the final room where the datapad and Jin waited for him.
The giant iron door was burst up by Jin, a giant hole appearing on it.
Its iron material shattered like it was nothing, broken apart by Jin.
It was bloody as well with smaller chunks of meat sticking to its broken surface, stabbed through by iron chunks.
Thirteen clearly saw one thing through that door.
A demon in blue.
Lightning surrounded his visage as he held his chipped and damaged blade in his hand.
He was a mixture of two colors, blue and red.
Blue electric currents ran across his body while everything about him was red, there wasn't a simple speck on his body that wasn't covered in blood.
Even his face was full of it.
Jin slowly switched his gaze to Thirteen.
"Don't do this to me Jin… you morron."
Cursed Thirteen while gazing into the empty eyes of Jin.
Thirteen aimed his gun at Jin, his hands were shaking while doing so.
His sensitive ears only suffered more by the now even louder roaring alert sounds while Jin only continued to stay at the same place and stare at him.
"Jin, concentrate, we still have a job to do, don't you dare forget that, not after you brought me into this shit!"
Jin only continued to stare.
But just then, his hollow eyes seemed to gain back their emerald glow, even if just a bit of them.
Jin looked around the room, only seeing blood and dead bodies.
Some of them were cleanly cleaved trough while some of them were straight-up butchered, torn apart into lumps of meat.
But the corpses that he made were not the only ones in the room, in the corner, a bunch of rotting corpses were present assaulted Thirteen's sense of sense.
"These fucking Genesis freaks."
He cursed the Genesis corporation as he saw the dead bodies, probably fuel to create even more Cyphers, but they were still far from complete.
The highest tier that they could create was B tier, making them lacking, and even then…
Incomplete.
Yet they were still chasing ghosts, all in the hope of creating higher-tier super soldiers, tools of utter destruction without any purpose.
True living weapons… weapons just like Jin.
But they were unstable weapons and dangerous, just looking at Jin, someone who lost control and slaughtered everyone without much trouble at a terrifyingly fast pace.
"They are playing with fire, we need to extraneous them'
But then, THirteen switched his gaze back at Jin who was still standing still.
"Jin, let's get the hell out of here, let's get pizza… just come back, you dumbass."
Jin only continued to stand still, his hand beginning to shake a little, but no further reaction could be seen from the monster in blue.
The seconds only continued to go by, Jin still standing fairly motionless.
His shaking hand began to shake even more before abruptly stopping.
"Thirteen?"
Asked Jin, almost as if in disbelief because of seeing Thirteen there.
"Why are you here?"
Even better, how did you arrive this fast?"
"And why didn't you say anything in the earpiece?"
He bombarded Thirteen with questions.
"Jin… you lost control."
Answered Thirteen to him, and just then, everything seemed to have clicked for Jin.
He looked around the room, and down at himself, his hands only began to shake even more.
The blood on his hands, the stench that surrounded the room, the red lighting, the deafening roar of the alert sounds.
Everything was just too overwhelming.
"Did I…?"
His hands continued to shake, as he looked at how bloody he was, he could barely move.
His stomach churned.
His ears were ringing.
And just like that, everything he ate before began to get emptied on the ground.
His stomach was in pain that he hadn't experienced in a while.
"What a fucking mess, why am I so fucking filthy?"
Jin felt the numbing dull feeling in his brain, it was simply irritating beyond belief, the feeling of wanting to tear down his own skin, just to be free of the feeling.
"Jin…"
Walking closer to him, Thirteen called out, already putting away the grenade that he previously bought, there was no need to use that weapon anymore.
Just like his gun, he put that away as well, walking closer to Jin who was still in shock.
He seemed to be unstable once again, even while breaking out of his psychosis, his state was nowhere near close to being stable.
"Jin, calm down… take deep breaths, think of nice things, and slowly… slowly let down the lightning around you."
Instructed him Thirteen, putting his hands forward, as if approaching a scared animal.
Jin could barely think about anything, his mind was numb, his head was aching and his vision was faltering.
"Are you coming to meet me?"
Asked a new voice from Jin.
The moment he heard it, he switched his gaze to the direction of the voice.
It was a young boy.
Jin's eyes could barely focus, but he knew the young boy.
But there was something off about the young child.
His body… his body was blown to smithereens.