Octavian: The first group of players

"Dah. Da ......"

Footsteps echoed in the silent performance hall, and a golden man with a gun walked past the small round tables in the performance hall, his brow solemn - it was Icarus, he stepped on the stairs of the stage, stood by the dark red curtain, looked back at the empty performance hall, and headed backstage.

He walked alone in the darkness, and the morning light fell on him through the broken skylight, making his golden hair a little more smudged.

He stopped in front of a pile of old carpets, leaned down, touched the rough texture of the carpet, and looked at the different parts of the carpet - more on the periphery and less on the inside, and it was clear that someone had been lying on it before.

He raised his head and looked at the broken skylight above his head, estimating that the skylight was facing the floor-to-ceiling window of the restaurant on the fifth floor, and if he fell from the floor-to-ceiling window, he should have smashed the skylight and landed on the carpet.

Then he saw a land shark a few paces away that had been pierced by a long spike.

This confirmed his suspicions.

Icarus looked at the glass shards around the carpet, and the shards of the glass fell on the carpet, one by one, and towards the backstage.

Holding his breath, he walked around a black stereo to a dressing room.

The door of the dressing room was ajar, and he looked left and right for a moment, and after making sure that there were no ambush creatures around, he stared at the door of the dressing room with his left shoulder, and walked into the dressing room with his gun in both hands.

There were three rows of dressing tables, the light bulbs wrapped around in front of the makeup mirror flickered, he narrowed his sharp golden eyes, put down the gun in his hand, and walked towards the wardrobe by the wall, step by step. The shattered mirror reflected his figure, the shadow behind him flickered a little, the light flickered and went out, and his vision darkened a little.

Then, he saw an abrupt arm stretched out on the dressing table in front of him, and he raised his gun vigilantly, and after standing there for a few seconds, he walked towards the half-arm.

I thought it was a severed limb placed on the table, but when I walked in, I realized that it was a woman.

Moreover, it is still a woman he is familiar with.

"Canary!"

Icarus was stunned for a moment, he stopped, and looked at everything in disbelief—the Duke was lying on her back on the dressing table, her hands and feet tied to the corners of the table with four ties, her clothes torn and tossed to the ground, her body scarred, bruised and purple, and even the bite marks of many human teeth from abuse. Her hair was scattered, her face was stained with tears and blood, her eyes were staring at the ceiling vacantly, and the corners of her bitten mouth were still bloody, she looked like a doll that had lost her life, and it was hard to believe that the person who had been tortured to such a person was still alive if it weren't for the weak breathing she still maintained.

He hurriedly untied the tie that bound her hands and feet, the tie was tied very tightly, her hands and feet were cold due to the lack of blood circulation, and even a little bruised, when he untied the tie, he clearly saw the tie marks left by the tie on her white wrist, and for a moment, his heart seemed to be tightened fiercely.

He helped her up, sat down at the table, and took off his coat and draped it over her, the hem of which was just over her thighs.

He couldn't bear to look at her messy body.

"You, who are you—don't touch me—don't touch me—" The Duke suddenly struggled violently.

"It's me, Icarus."

Icarus held her arm and looked at her sadly, but she didn't seem to listen to him, and just pushed back, clinging to her body, trembling, lowering her head to avoid her gaze, holding her head with her hands, as if she was afraid that someone would hit her on the head again.

"Don't hit me, don't touch me—help—help—"

She cried out, completely devoid of her usual calmness.

Hysterical, like a stumbling girl who has been torn off all her dignity.

"Don't touch me—don't touch me—"

"Who is it?! Who ...... you?"

"They, they all came around...... They tore off my clothes, they, they beat me, they used sticks, they used pens, they used ...... It hurts, they ......."

The Duke cried out, unable to finish a single sentence.

She was so stimulated that all her sanity seemed to crumble in an instant.

She sat curled up at the table, instinctively wanting to get away from all men.

"Don't touch me—don't touch me—dirty—"

She bit her lower lip, blood dripping down her chin and onto the coat that Icarus had draped over her.

"They ......"

Icarus could only let go of his hand, he looked at the duke's appearance, anger and sadness mixed, clenched his fists, and slammed it on the table.

The duke was startled, and at once stopped crying, and she thought that he was going to hit her again, but she could only tremble and give in; "Please, don't hit me, please...... I won't resist, I'll be obedient...... I'll lie back on the cot and I'm not going to run away again......"

Obedient?

Cots?

Run away?

This is clearly the content of her painful memories.

Icarus looked sadly at the woman in front of him, she was only twenty-five years old, oh my God, what had she been through......

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Then, in as calm a voice as he could, he spoke softly, "Hey, canary, it's me." ”

He raised his hand and touched her hair, causing her to shake reflexively.

He gently pulled her hair behind her ears and wiped away the tears from her face with his sleeve.

"It's okay, it's okay, they're gone."

"Gone...... Let's go? The Duke looked at him helplessly like a sensible child.

Icarus nodded, "It's all gone." ”

"Gone...... Let's go...... You won't touch me again......" The Duke folded his arms and curled up, and suddenly, when she saw the tie at the corner of the table, she suddenly exclaimed in fear, "Take it!" Take that! ”

Icarus hurriedly dropped the ties on the ground and spread out his hands to prove to her that nothing was hurting her.

"Don't worry, it's just me."

"You...... Who are you......"

"Icarus." His deep voice was magnetic and sounded very reassuring, "Canary, I'm here, I'm here, don't be afraid." ”

"Icarus...... Icarus ......" the Duke muttered, lowering his head and thinking for a while, then looking up at him again, "Are they all gone, won't they come back......"

"It's all gone, don't worry." He patiently repeated, "All gone, none of them are gone." ”

"It's all gone...... the duke calmed down a little, she nodded, but she still held her arms and shrunk her body, for fear of being tied to the table again.

Icarus walked to the other side of the table and approached her.

He tried, reaching out to touch her.

This time, she didn't dodge again.

He breathed a sigh of relief and took her into his arms.

“…… Can you tell me who made you like this? Icarus asked in a low voice.

The Duke looked up and looked at him blankly.

"Can you tell me? Girl. ”

He is like a priest who guides the lost lambs.

He doesn't force her, just patiently waits for her to be willing to speak out.

If she showed the slightest painful refusal during the process, he would immediately stop asking.

“…… Hunter with White Eagle Hood...... I know who he is, I know who he is......"

"Who is he?"

He ...... He ......"

"He's not here, you can tell me safely."

He ...... He was Joseph. The Duke huddled in Icarus's arms, trembling, "He tied me to the attic, and he wouldn't let me see my mother...... He tied me to the bed and he imprisoned me...... Every time I escape, I will be caught by him, and I will be ...... by him and by him."

Icarus' face grew gloomy as he listened to the duke's sobs.

The Duke said the words intermittently, but at the end she clutched her head and began to cry.

He touched on her painful memories, the past she didn't want to remember.

She was so sad that it was as if she had returned to that little dark attic for a moment.

She screamed, clutching at her hair, her heart like it had been scraped with a knife, and blood was dripping from it.

"Don't say it...... Icarus lowered his head and took the duke's hand to keep her from harming herself, "I know, don't worry, Joseph is not here, and neither is the [Hunter]. ”

Who is not a pitiful person in this terrible world......

"They—they gave me a shot......"

Injection?

Icarus watched as the Duke rolled up the sleeve of her left hand with her trembling right hand, a pinhole evident in her left arm.

"What needle?"

"I don't know...... I don't know......" The Duke looked up at Icarus with tears in his eyes and stretched out his arm, which had a pinhole in it, "A blue needle, they said it was [Alien Liquid], and in half an hour...... I'll be dead in half an hour and become a monster......"

Hearing this, Icarus gasped.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the duke's legs had gradually grown snake scales, and he straightened her body in surprise, and found that her sideburns had also begun to appear small green scales, and her pupils had begun to become slender like snakes.

"Those damn [hunters]." He gritted his teeth and cursed.

The Duke looked at Icarus's sharp golden eyes, and her heart was cold: "I...... Am I ......"

She was about to lower her head, but Icarus lifted her chin and made her look at herself.

“…… Canary, your body has undergone some changes because of the [Alien Fluid], and now things are getting a little worse. ”

The Duke looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Is there no other way?" ”

Icarus shook his head, not daring to look into her desperate eyes: "When you completely turn into a monster, your consciousness will cease to exist, and only your body will ......"

The Duke lowered his hand, no longer crying, but regained some composure.

Icarus looked up at the girl in front of him, he reached out and hugged him.

His arms are so warm.

The man's broad, firm chest shielded her from the cold around her.

She closed her eyes, and her trembling hands slowly hugged him, like a cold-blooded snake greedy for warmth, hoping to stay in his arms for a second longer.

In his ears, Icarus's voice rang out: "Canary, I won't let you become a monster. ”

Then she heard the sound of a pistol being loaded.

She hugged Icarus tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Bang-"

Gunshots rang out.

And all this was seen by Mars, who was standing at the door of the dressing room.

He was silent, watching from afar as Icarus was still holding the Duke's corpse, bowed his head, and left.