Thank you, I will.
With that, Adjutor searches for the stairs for a moment before making his way back up to the shower and grabbing his bloody clothing before making his way to the designated location, surprised for a moment by the washing machine, as it's been a while since the last time he saw one. He fumbles around for a moment before managing to get his hands on the brown bottle. Quickly going about the task of pre-treating the clothes before dumping them into the washer, he fumbles around with the machine for a bit before remembering that there were supposed to be directions somewhere. Adding a modicum of detergent to the mix, he starts it up and decides to make his way to the bedroom Forest pointed out for him earlier. Taking a moment to summon the Elementals to him, he slides off his boots, slips into the bed, and quickly drifts off to a nice peaceful-
Red. Red everywhere. Darker patches of it here and there denoting things other than blood scattered about the room, like a untidy atelier that played host to some macabre artist who preferred flesh and blood over other mediums.
Adjutor looks around, feeling as if he's moving underwater. The room is soaked in blood, with viscera randomly strewn about the place, and torn apart as if a bomb had just gone off. Strangely, the teen himself is more or less untouched. Taking a moment to raise his non-red hand, Adjutor does his best to wipe his face clean, eventually giving up and pulling up some of the inside of his tunic to take care of it.
Strangely, amongst all the gore, Adjutor can pick out a sizable bed, likely meant for just one person, but large enough that they should be comfortable while on it.There seems to be a misshapen arrangement of...things, they can't quite be called limbs or a body anymore, with barely any of the bones remaining, what little that does stripped almost completely of flesh up to a certain point. Except...the head seems to be intact, albeit covered in enough blood to hide any distinguishing features, as if it was just outside of the bomb's area of effect.
A disturbing, unshakeable dread crawls up Adjutor's spine as he makes his way over to the head of the bed, stepping over an emptied out carcass that can't possibly be human (Too broken, too bloody, unrecognizable) as he does so. Making his way over, Adjutor checks his pockets over, finding some rags and using them to try to wipe off some of the blood.
The blood has to be fresh, as it comes off fairly easily to reveal-
No.
Adjutor takes an involuntary step back, then another, backing away from a face that can't possibly be there(You know who it is), this room that he can't possibly be in(You know where you are). In his haste, he trips over the ruined carcass (Human. It was always human and you just denied it for your own sake.) that couldn't possibly be human, landing sprawled out on his back as he frantically scrabbles away, trying to put as much distance he can between himself and that...that...
A skeletal hand, with most of its finger missing, clamps down on the side of the bed. Slowly, it pulls itself up, trying to swing legs that little more than torn flesh and shattered bones over the side of the bed and ending up falling off, landing on the slick red floor with a fleshy thud, nothing more than a torso, a head, and arms with barely any flesh attached to anything below the neck. The face, however, was perfectly intact, accusing eyes boring into Adjutor's own as he finds himself paralyzed, whether by fear or something else being a question he doesn't have the presence of mind to answer.
"You did this to me," it(you know who that is) says with a raspy voice, likely the result of damaged vocal cords, that's barely audible, but crystal clear nonetheless, "You did this. You could have avoided this. This is your fault."
"I...I...no...I didn't..." Adjutor tries to voice his rationalization(excuses), that he didn't know that his mana could destabilize(you lost control) before this happened, but his words die on his lips, the teen unable to articulate his reasons(Excuses!) in the face of one of the many victims of his...his...(Incompetence. Foolishness. Stupidity.). The paralysis continued to spread as it(Youknowyouknowyouknow) drew closer(Yourfaultyourfault know what you've stolen. Know what you've lost the right to.)
"I...would have...been happy," it(Don'tDenyDon'tDenyDon'tDeny) said, accusing him(RepentHuntKill. Never yours.You've lost the right.) as it pulled itself(YouKnowYouKnowYouKnow) up by what it could grasp of the teen's clothing, "We...would have...been happy. What...did we do...to deserve..."
Nothing. You did nothing. That's why I don't...don't deserve...to be happy. Not for myself.
"We...weren't...your prey..." it(YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS) continued, now almost even with him, "But...you killed...why...?"
"I couldn't..." Adjutor tries to get out, "I..."
EXCUSES
"I..."
With a gasp and a stifled cry of terror, Adjutor bolts upright in...where...What was this place...
Oh right, Forest's...I suppose this place would be like a compound.
With this realization, and the sight of the four elementals scattered about the room, Adjutor relaxes, starting to rub the sleep from his eyes as-
Good morning, sir emo. Did you have a nice rest?
Her face, bloody and twisted in hatred. Her eyes, boring into his own as if digging through the barriers that keep the memory of that night hidden away.
...I killed them. I'm the only one responsible.
Oh fuck. That again? Look, we've been over this al-
Shut up. Only thing we can do is keep moving. Keep moving forward and don't look back. The next Hunt, the next job, the next Monster, whatever. Just keep moving.
You know, we're going to have to face it, eventually. And you're going to have to accept that it wasn't your fault. You didn't know, dammit! We didn't know. Had no way of-
I shouldn't have lost control. Shouldn't have-
Let's face it, emotions were running high then.
It's still my fault!
And if it's your fault that happened, then it's just as much my fault as well, dumbass! Either of us can keep our reserve in check, and yet it still did...that. We know it can happen now. And we know how to make sure it doesn't. Now, if you can't accept that it happened and it wasn't your fault, then get the fuck out of bed. If you're just going to keep running from it, at least try to be productive while you do so.
...
Adjutor slid out of bed and went about the task of getting ready for the day, just going through the motions as if he were simply numbed to the outside world.