Genosha. Probably Genosha. In a Cold, Dark Room. Thursday. Probably Thursday. Maybe still Wednesday.
My parents were never real.
The red had almost completely gone away, now. Evan was left sitting on the floor in a room that would have been sterile white, if it was clean.
Simulations-- Computer programs.
It wasn't clean. There was still red.
Too much of it.
( Cut for more torture. Because trauma, that's why. )
[NFB, NFI, warning for Oh God Let's Make This More Horrifying Shall We? There's no small amount of violence and abuse in this one, I'm serious. Taken from the pages of Uncanny X-Force issues 31-33. Almost done. OOC is welcome.]
The red had almost completely gone away, now. Evan was left sitting on the floor in a room that would have been sterile white, if it was clean.
Simulations-- Computer programs.
It wasn't clean. There was still red.
Too much of it.
( Cut for more torture. Because trauma, that's why. )
[NFB, NFI, warning for Oh God Let's Make This More Horrifying Shall We? There's no small amount of violence and abuse in this one, I'm serious. Taken from the pages of Uncanny X-Force issues 31-33. Almost done. OOC is welcome.]