MTL - Mermaid Effect-Chapter 104

Vol1

Sixteen years ago -

United States·Florida

The sky at the end of the night is velvety black.

Some people say that at the seaside you can see a starry sky like a broken diamond. However, the reality is that the artificial light source on the Florida coastline will only make the night appear darker, and the starry sky is above the photographer's camera and magazine photos.

The sea regularly beats the fine sand and some **** is left here.

Not far from the beach, there is a bonfire that is about to go out. It was not long ago that a group of drunken boys and girls left behind. They laughed and sipped in the tension of Rand, and finally left, the bonfire exudes orange-red Yu Guang. Behind the beach is a bush of coconut trees, followed by roads built along the coastline. The road lights are like ghostly pale eyes, sparkling with faint light.

The waves were very gentle, and Rand could feel the white foam they left on his instep.

His tears gathered on his chin and dripped on the beach.

He doesn't say a word, but there is a special desperation around him. It's usually hard to see this kind of deep and deep despair in a child (they are usually too naive to even understand the world). Some of the darkness is too evil, but in Rand's eyes, on the hair, on the surface of the skin, and deep in the soul, you can see that breath.

At this time, his hands and feet were tied with rough hemp ropes. He was trapped by Rogers on the back of a reef, like a small bug that had been pulled out of all his limbs. And at his feet, a man's body was lying on his back.

The man squinted and the pupil had begun to sullen, but the painful expression had permanently condensed on the gray cheek. A beetle poked his head out of his open lips and climbed his neck along the neck. There, the blood that has started* and the internal organs that have spattered under the abdominal pressure have attracted many small creatures from the sea to celebrate the night.

Rand remembers what the man used to look like. He has been trapped in a cage. The well-maintained hands and feet are festering, but his eyes are always as bright as a flame. He reached out from the gap in the railing to grab Rand's cloak and told him over and over again.

"You are Rand Severus, you are the child of the Sifus family... I need your help, we have to escape from the hands of these devils."

However, now he has no such eyes.

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"You look very sad."

A little boy came out of the shadow of the reef, he said to Rand. His voice was light and soft, but it made Rand's body stiff like a stone in an instant.

The boy had a thin lancet in his hand and blood on his blade. Rand knew this kind of thing. The boy still had a lot of things. He was carrying a boy scout bag at his waist. It was stuffed with sharp or unsharp tools. The only thing they shared was that they were tortured. It’s just painful to make people crazy.

"Rogers." Rand looked at the boy. After a long time, he shuddered and whispered and whispered. "What do you want to do?"

At the time, like Rand, just a teenager, Rogers showed a distorted smile under the moon.

"Rand, you made a mistake." He said, "You have become a bad boy. Mom won't like your behavior. You want to let go of our prey... This will make your mother into trouble." This is really a very serious mistake." He deliberately added a tone to the word "serious". While speaking, he put the lancet back into his bag and then pulled out. A German kitchen scissors.

Rand almost screamed.

"No, no, Rogers, don't do this to me..."

He knew what he wanted to do, and the intense fear killed Rand at that moment.

But Rogers is still approaching him.

This is the new fun that Rogers recently found. He will pinch the soft flesh of humans and then cut the raised part directly with scissors.

Rand had seen Rogers "playing" a lot of "prey". The bad guys made him have a long-nighting nightmare. The severe pain would make those people bark to throat bleeding and incontinence, even more terrible. Yes, this abuse does not threaten their lives in a short period of time. Most people end up dying because of excessive blood loss and wound infection, while others are dying because of other diseases caused by pain.

Obviously, Rand’s attempt to escape today completely angered Rogers.

"I was wrong, Rogers, beg you, my mother will be angry..."

Under extreme panic, Rand called the devilish woman a mother, but after he did...

"Oh, I almost forgot." Rogers suddenly stopped. He blinked at Rand and opened his mouth like a demon. "You know, when you do this, there will always be some noise, just to prevent it. First, you have to do some preparation."

He took a small bottle of liquid from his bag and squeezed Rand's mouth into it.

The violent pain that can't be described in words completely broke the rand who was still a teenager from body to mind.

He cried, trembled, and shed tears, but in just a few dozen seconds, his voice weakened. It wasn't the pain that left, but his throat had ulcerated and swollen so that he couldn't make any sound at all - the liquid that Rogers poured into Rand was the diluted hydrochloric acid.

Facing the body that trembled under his feet, Rogers's fingers trembled in the air like playing an invisible piano. He was excited about his own direct pain.

"Oh, yes, that's it... that's it..."

Then he sat on Rand, grabbing his hair with one hand and picking up the scissors with the other.

"Let's play some fun... my little brother, my rand."

He whispered in a low voice.

Vol2

Sixteen years later -

Kansas, United States

Rand's eyes opened, and he looked at Rogers, and a lot of tears poured out his eyes because of the impact of memory.

He still knows nothing about his past, but this does not prevent him from using his body to remember that fear and despair.

He began to inhale unconsciously, the lungs screamed like an old man, and the tears sprang out, running down his cheeks like a spring. He cried like a five-year-old child, or an injured mental retardation. Rand knew this, but he had no way to control his body.

It is as if at this moment his body is completely controlled by a ghost from 16 years ago.

"Oh, that's it, yes, that's it, my little brother, do you remember me now? You should remember me... Honestly, I was going to play with you for a while, you know, That kind of disgusting 'friendship' game, after all, you will be more open to me and trust me more. Oh, unfortunately things are always so unsatisfactory, you finally found those things... You know, some things are not so interesting and fun if they are exposed. Now, it is time to think of me, Rand... you should know who I am!"

Rogers was particularly happy when he faced Rand's gaffe. He shouted madly and held his fist on the table.

"Do you know, Rand, I always remember you, you are the most perfect and magical work of my life..." Rogers played with the dagger in his hand, and he was still talking in that feminine tone. The stern tip was drawn on the body of Rand.

He didn't care about it. Sometimes he wouldn't be too careful.

Rand's body soon appeared again and again with a fine blood mark, which made Rogers more excited than before. He even dragged his pants and admired the blood spilled from Rand's body.

The perversion and darkness that overflowed from him made Rand uncontrollably retched.

When Rogers tried to hold his face with a hand full of warm liquid, he continued with a meaningless embarrassment.

Rand twitched and spit at him.

"I don't remember you," said Rand, and then repeated it. "I don't remember you at all, I won't remember it in the future."

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Rogers's expression solidified for a moment.

The next moment, he began another round of beatings on Rand until his body was completely soft and so painful that he could not move. Then Rogers untied Rand's rope—the latter was like a bag full of grain, and when it untied the rope, it fell to the ground.

A shred of cockroaches squeezed his lips, but he was quickly suppressed.

Rogers reached over Rand's hair and dragged him directly to the rusty bed.

Rand felt a salty, warm liquid in his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, and a sharp blood mark appeared on the ground during the short distance he was dragged.

Rogers copied Rand to the bed, and he looked so angry that he was going crazy.

"Tell me, Rand, do you think of me now? God, I love you so much, my brother, are you not willing to give me a little kindness, think of me?"

Rand's eyes swollen, and he was even ugly to see Rogers' face.

"I am fucking... I don't remember anything... I... I never remember those disgusting... abnormal... things."

He said, the sound sounds vague, like a stuff in his mouth.

Rand went to his gums and several teeth were loose.

His mouth was covered with a large blood.

"It's too disappointing... I will let you remember..."

Rogers kneaded **** Rand's broken arm and saw Rand's distorted face, he said with anger.

He took out a pair of scissors and shook it in Rand's field of vision.

"Maybe being there will make it easier for you to think of the little good time I spent with you - you have to run away, oh, really cute, and you still have a **** pig, think you can bring He also ran out."

The tip of the scissors in Rogers's hand reached a millimeter above the eye of Rand.

His hand trembled slightly in physiology.

"Mom is very sad, of course, I am also very sad, so I gave you some small punishments with my mother..."

Rand stared at Rogers (although he couldn't see anything at this time).

The German scissors were bought by Rogers. The steel is very good. It can easily cut the crab's gram... There are countless pieces without any logic in his head.

Rogers’s words are still going on.

"...Do you know that I have never felt the beauty of 'death' and 'pain' before that, you opened my soul, Rand, your pain is deep and soulful, you saved me What do they say about me? Anti-social personality? Anti-social personality disorder... Ruthless personality disorder... Oh, right, and social morbidity... But I know that I am only being a strong one. The unsuccessful * is driven like a rocket that has been ignited. The heat burns me... I cut those people, I torture them, I relieve my pain and burning, but it is not so useful. Until I met you, Rand." Rogers looked at Rand's gaze and became really dignified. "That night is God's night, you let my *salt for the power of creation, and since then, I started I know how to make the most beautiful works of art with cheap 'materials'. Of course, they are not comparable to you. I always dream of being able to have you again one day. I always think that is impossible, but God loves me. Once again you appeared in my side. "

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Rand felt very cold.

The blood spreads under his body.

Pain, cold and exhaustion are like a wet parchment wrapped in his body. Even Rogers' words are like wrapping cotton, becoming illusory and distant.

The stone houses are very dim, and the shadows seem to be distorted at this moment. There seems to be something whispering between them, conveying a dark message that humans cannot understand or hear.

"Hey..."

The sound of the scissors closed sounded, oh, you can cut the scissors of the crab shell.

Rand saw the blood on the scissors, and there was a flash of light on the sharply sharpened blade. It was also red.

"...Do you think of it? My little brother Rand?"

Rogers bite Rand's ear and asks.

At this moment, the scenery around Rand suddenly twisted...

In his consciousness, the stone house where he is now disappeared like a mist. Instead, it was a rough reef with smooth waves, and the Rand Sifus, 16 years ago.

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Rand found himself squinting in a dull, flat on a wet, salty beach.

He wants to close his eyes, only to find that he has no way to close.

He heard a boy sobbing beside him.

"Oh... Rand... Why are you dead? God, my mother will kill me! Oh, don't die, beg you, don't die."

He seemed to push Rand's body, and Rand was forced to turn over.

Rand is now looking at Rogers at a very close distance. The real devil is like a boy who broke the vase at this time, staring at him with tears, seemingly checking his physical condition.

When Rogers opened Rand's eyelids, Rand saw his own blurred reflection in the other's eyes.

Sixteen years ago, the young Rand Severus had gray skin and stiff body. He opened his mouth slightly, his mouth overflowed with a touch of blood, and his face was solidified with the look of despair and pain. The pupil was muddy. Hairy glass beads.

It is a face with only dead people.

Just as there was a thunder in the consciousness of Rand, the bright light evokes all his wisdom and memory.

He finally remembered the night's things, and at the same time, that was something he never wanted to remember.

-- In the night of **** that was created by Rogers sixteen years ago, the young Rand Severus had already died under the murder of Rogers.

Vol3

"You killed me……"

Before Rand realized it, he had already said this to Rogers.

Tears poured out again.

"God...you were...it... killed me..."

He repeated it again.

Rogers' eyes blinked at that moment. He held his face and jumped up in surprise.

"Yes! Ah, great! Look, you still remember it!" He threw down the blood-stained scissors and wiped the blood from his fingers on Rand's face.

"I killed you, I watched the death of your life... so wonderful..." Rogers said. "As I said, I never thought about it, and one day I will meet you again."

Vol4

Within a few minutes of human death, the brain can still keep working for a short time...that is, they will have the awareness of a short period of death.

At least for Rand.

Rand thought about it.

He did die, but he did feel what was going on around him.

Rogers pushed his body into the sea. The cold sea water wrapped him, wrapped him, and used the tide to transport it in the opposite direction of the coastline. Rogers stood on the beach. He stared deeply at Rand's body, because the body was soaked by the special picture of sea water. hard……

In fact, maybe this process will last for a few more minutes, and he will completely disappear into the body that has no life.

However, he did not do this.

Because something suddenly rushed out from the shallow sea floor, it is a damp, huge creature with scales, you can't describe it in words. It grabbed Rand's body straight and tried to drag him into the sea.

But at this time, Rogers, who was observing the perfect scene, immediately noticed that he was wrong. He made an angry roar and grabbed the sharp knife from the bag and rushed it out.

He wrestled with it.

The smell of bleeding sputum began to appear in the sea.

If Rand had the experience of working in the deep-skinned "Serb scheme", after thinking of everything, he might be able to give the name of the terrible monster in memory. In fact, the monster is nothing else, it is the last red phosphorus that was captured by the deep white - that is only the deformed red scale.

Of course, even now, no one knows what happened to this red scale.

The only thing he knows about Rand is that the red scale is very weak and very weak. It has not even had the ability to prey on its own, hungry, and has a crazy egg in the abdomen.

It was hidden under the water on the beach. Rand's blood made it familiar, and wanted to rush to take his body as a supplement to the food, but Rogers appeared.

The end result was that this deformed red scale bite out Rogers's hand, and in his gaze he glared at Rand's body and disappeared beneath the surface of the sea.

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"Tell me, how did you do it? I have seen many dead people. I know that you must have died at the time, but now you are here very well... and, from a small albino scorpion The normal person..."

Rogers eagerly asked Rand.

"Is that strange creature? Does it make you alive?"

Rogers stroked his fake hand and he seemed more excited than before.

You know, he always keeps the mother's body intact. If Rand really knows the secret of the resurrection, his favorite mother is likely to return to his side...

Thinking of this, Rogers could not tolerate the silence of Rand at this moment.

He changed a tool, an awl.

"Tell me... baby... tell me what you did..."

"Cough..."

Rand struggled to raise his head, his face was soaked with blood, but his eyes and tone were still full of disdain for Rogers.

"I remembered... I know what it is all about..." Rand hoarly said to Rogers.

"But... I... just don't tell you..."

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Rogers’s expression was distorted.

"You really disappoint me, Rand, you are a bad boy."

After a moment, he screamed.

He lifted the awl high and prepared to nail the sharp metal rod into Rand's palm -

"boom……"

A creature that slammed into the side of the stone house flew out his entire man with his tail.

A roar with strong anger rang.

The masonry and fineness of the masonry spurt a gray smog in the air, and in this smog, two **** red rays are like the devil's fog over the hell, and the eyes are so bloody. In the almost wild-like manner, he appeared in the center of the room.

The author has something to say: ==

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