Vol1
The conflict between Munster and Rand was even more intense than the two of them imagined.
Munster wasn't even allowed into Rand's room at night. The inflatable swimming pool that had been placed next to Rand's bed (and where he had slept for the past few days) was dragged out by Rand and placed in another spare room.
His favorite fairy tales and picture books are neatly lined up next to the inflatable pool.
- After seeing his new room, Munster's sobbing stopped abruptly, from the hair to the tip of his tail, it completely turned into that plaster-like gray-white.
"Rand?"
It tilted its head in disbelief to Rand across the hallway, his voice hoarse from previous crying.
"Like I said, you have to think about your mistakes, Munster."
After coming into contact with Munster's... indescribable eyes, Rand could almost hear his conscience condemning him frantically. But when he thought of its previous attack on the poor girl, he regained his shaky sanity once again.
He didn't even dare to think about what happened to the girl afterward. Those bloodstains proved that she was seriously injured.
If it weren't for Rogers's blocking, Rand even wanted to chase her directly into the city to see her situation (provided that she could be found, of course).
"… "
Munster bit his lip and stayed in place for a while, it looked very desperate and painful, with tears in his eyes.
"Rand, are you trying to drive me away for her?"
it said in a low voice.
"No, I'm not trying to drive you away, I just want you to recognize yourself—"
"I hate Rand."
Munster interrupted Rand suddenly and loudly, tears constantly washing down its pale cheeks, and its color became so dim that it looked like a stone tablet in a cemetery.
Rand couldn't help but take a step forward.
"Listen, Munster, I mean—"
"I'm never going to be Rand's big bunny again! Woohoo..."
It howled and burst into its new room, slamming its tail on the door.
The door slammed shut at the tip of Rand's nose.
He raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to knock on the door, but stopped at the last minute.
And what he wanted to say was choked in his throat like a stone. He hesitated again and again, but finally said nothing.
"do you know?"
Rogers didn't know when he appeared beside him, and he stroked his chin with his fingers.
"In that scene just now, I literally saw a young couple..."
"Shut up, Rogers."
Rand rubbed his temples, turned wearily and headed downstairs, while Rogers followed with a smile.
Rand slumped weakly on the sofa.
The carpet is still wet, and Munster's cleaning here can be said to be secondary pollution. The humid air mixed with the strong artificial lemon smell of the detergent makes people dizzy.
Everything is so bad.
"Rogers, I saw a martini in the cupboard before... Would you mind letting me..."
After a while, he said to Rogers sleepily.
"Sure, no problem at all, I still have a couple of good bottles of Poulsen gin, would you like some?"
Rogers opened his arms and said happily without even waiting for Rand to finish.
He got Rand a martini and a juniper.
Rand swallowed both cups in a very rude gesture.
The alcohol soon turned into a cold flame and burned inside his body, and his cheeks were flushed with blood.
"Thank you, Rogers."
He covered his face with his hands and whispered.
"Never mind, just treat it like a friend's kindness... Alcohol and time are always the best solution, aren't they? I really hope it makes you feel better."
Rogers sat on the coffee table, and he poured Rand another glass, and the latter did not hesitate to swallow it as before.
"I just don't know what to do, Rogers, and sometimes I really think... that was a mistake."
"mistake?"
"Munster, it makes me feel like I don't know what to do with it... It's so powerful and strange, I can't imagine what it would do if it were released to the public, but as it is now, put it Hiding around me, controlling it like a pet... It's not right, Rogers, it's really not right, but what can I do? Give me another drink."
He motioned for the bottle of gin.
Rogers raised his eyebrows. He reached out and removed the glass from Rand's hand, and then directly stuffed the bottle into Rand's hand.
"You should think about your future and its future, and stand in the shoes of a friend, that's the only thing I can suggest..."
He suddenly lowered his voice.
"Perhaps, you can give it away..."
"No—" Rand said subconsciously, then covered his head, "You don't understand."
Rand had not dealt with alcohol for a long time, first because of poverty and then because of Vincent's control over his health.
At this time, he ingested two different wines in one breath, which made him instantly defeated by the heavy drunkenness.
He was a little uneasy when he spoke, but the thoughts that were hidden deep in his heart seemed to flow out of control.
"Rogers... Munster is the only thing I have... I watched him grow up, as if his life came about because of me... It was dependent on me, it made me feel like I was being needs… "
Rand never felt like he could really own anything.
including memory.
When he was found at the scene of a car accident many years ago, he was just a bewildered person with no memory.
He didn't know how he appeared in this world, and he didn't know who he was.
He had a pair of good adoptive parents, but they didn't belong to him either. When he truly realized that he loved them, the gentle couple had already left this world.
He has a brother, Vincent, who he knows loves him, but... Rand just thinks that Vincent's scorching gaze is just an illusion named Rand Sivers. That fantasy belonged to Rand Sivers, who had never been kidnapped and never disappeared, not him.
He seemed to be living in a huge illusion.
Even though the good things seemed within reach, Rand always had a voice inside him telling him that none of them belonged to him and that no one really needed him.
Deep down, Rand felt like a shadow of the world, he never had anything and never really needed him...until Munster showed up.
Even if it is like that...
"But Munster is a monster, it needs you, maybe, but that doesn't prove anything." Rogers gave Rand a bottle of wine. He stared at Rand, who was about to lose his ability to think, slowly said.
"Pfft..."
Rand suddenly smirked, and raised the bottle towards Rogers.
The golden bottle reflects the gorgeous broken light in the light.
"No, it may indeed be a monster, but in my heart... my heart... Munster is a treasure... it's... light... that bright light, you know? It lights up my Life... it made me feel like I could have something..."
"Have what? God! Don't tell me you decided to put the rest of your life with a monster, it's just so un… beautiful."
Rogers' face turned cold unknowingly.
"I… I was going to… I need it, Rogers, I hate this, but I admit, I need it, even if it's a monster, even if it might even hurt someone, God, what a pathetic one I am Human... but I want it to be with me."
Rand burst into tears, sobbing and wiping tears on his shoulders.
"You're drunk, Rand."
Rogers said suddenly.
He reached out to get Rand's bottle back, but Rand got up from the sofa, crying and giggling.
He stumbled away from Rogers and headed for the kitchen.
"I like your wine, Rogers, I think I could have more..."
Rand said drunkenly.
Rogers curled the corners of his mouth coldly, and then chased after him.
"Hey Rand, you're drunk."
He said, pulling the bottle out of Rand's hand.
"give it to me!"
Rand stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, his vision blurred. His original destination was the kitchen, but he ended up bumping into the decorative low cabinet by the wall.
"boom… "
There was a sharp pain in his knee.
And the door of the low cabinet also opened under the impact.
Leather shoes, watches, leather briefcases, lipsticks, necklaces… A few clutter fell from the cabinet door, leaving Rand feeling confused.
"Hey, I thought this cabinet was for decoration..." he muttered, then sat down on the ground, fumbling to get those things back.
"Rand! Don't touch those—"
Rogers' face changed, he rushed over to block Rand, but Rand had smirked and grabbed the briefcase.
"I, I'll get these things packed, Rogers, I'm so... sorry..."
But the moment he grabbed the briefcase, notebooks and documents that fell out of the briefcase made the scene even more cluttered.
A driver's license is on the ground, and the person in the photo has bright eyes and a smile on the corner of his mouth... And if you look up his social security number, you'll know that the rotting body of the meritorious police officer was in his apartment half a month ago It was found that his neck was shortened by a thin thread, and he had suffered inhuman torture before his death.
He nearly caught Rogers once, so Rogers ended up keeping his briefcase as his trophy.
In fact, almost everything in this row of cabinets is his booty.
Some of them are members of the secret forces who have hunted him down, some of them are powerful but betrayed his employer, some are ex-killers who taught him the skills of killing... And, the senior police officers who were involved in the Lily Mackinson case.
Rogers couldn't help himself from collecting those gadgets, and he didn't feel a strong sense of satisfaction when he looked at the personal items that belonged to them. It was as if the souls of those people were still squished and wailed in the damp-smelling cabinet.
It's just that he didn't expect Rand to find them at such a time.
"This, what is this..."
Rand had picked up the driver's license before Rogers could stop it, but he was so drunk that he squinted for a long time and saw only a blur.
Then, that driver's license was covered by Rogers' hand with red nail polish.
"Rand, be quiet, you're really drunk, you wouldn't want to cause me trouble, would you."
Rogers said to Rand.
Unlike before, his voice became low and cold at this moment, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter in the dark.
Rand looked up at him blankly, and nodded slowly after a moment.
Rogers smiled.
He kicked the stray "booty" aside, half-holding and half-assisting Rand upstairs and stuffing him into his room.
Landean lay quietly on the bed, staring at the roof dully, and called out "Vincent".
Rogers stood by his bed and gave him a deep, deep look, and a thin silk thread was drawn from the mechanism of his wrist and wrapped around his fingertips.
…
Then he leaned down slowly.
And at this time, Rand suddenly spoke.
"Munster... stop..."
He whispered the name, then rolled over sleepily and buried himself in the thin blanket.
Rogers straightened slowly.
A thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and then he looked up.
This barn converted house, like we said before, has a pouring roof and you can see the logs that were used to build it in the first place.
And now Munster's pale face emerged from the darkness behind the log, looking at Rogers, red eyes reflecting a tiny light.
A subtle smile slowly appeared on Rogers' face.
He raised his hand, and the thin thread had been taken back by him unknowingly.
"Sorry, I didn't see you coming... I remember Rand saying your room was in another room?"
he said to Munster.
"… "
Munster remained silent.
In the previous blow, the color on its body made it look like a gloomy and terrifying ghost, but now it has a bright and disgusting bright blue.
"Okay, okay, I'll pretend I don't know anything." Rogers made a contrived yawn. "I think I should go to bed, so have a nice night."
After he finished speaking, he kept looking at Munster, stepped back, and left Rand's room.
"click"
The door was closed.
Vol3
There is nothing more uncomfortable than being drunk and having a high fever at the same time.
Rand was in a deep slumber from the alcohol, but the lava-like heat forced him to wake up.
When he finally caught the ethereal wakefulness, he realized that he was breathing like a fish out of water, the air was sticky and hot, his body was surprisingly heavy, and his joints were under the action of heat. The pain is just maddening.
"Damn..."
Rand squirmed his lips and let out a moan that was barely audible.
He doesn't know what kind of changes the high fever will bring to his body this time, oh, no, it's not this that he should be worried about now...
There is still some chaos in his head, and any process of thinking is like a trek in the mud.
But he could clearly feel that bad premonition.
And a few minutes later he saw Munster above him, and he suddenly remembered what he was worried about.
The indescribable attraction between him and Munster!
Rand hit a shudder, he bit himself, and the blood refreshed him a little.
"Go... away..."
He deftly rejected Munster, trying to kick it out of his room.
But this time Munster didn't seem to hear Rand's words. It slowly fell from the beam and lightly pressed on top of Rand's heavy and hot body.
"I don't want to go away."
It stretched out its paws and took Rand's face.
"I am... I am Rand's treasure, I am Rand's light, so I want to be with Rand."
It murmured, leaning closer to Rand, sticking out the tip of its long, forked, slender tongue, and gently licking his cheeks, flushed from the high fever.
"what… "
Rand blinked, looking at Munster in confusion, putting his hands on Munster's shoulders.
He tried to push it away, but after a few seconds he found himself actually hugging the cold, squishy monster.
His fingertips sank into its skin.
The air began to change, and an unusual lusciousness floated between him and Munster.
Rand's mind became chaotic little by little as if he had fallen into a swamp. His body was still as heavy as a stone, but his soul became light. In his sight, Munster's body shimmered like pearls and gems.
Rand reached out his hand slowly, his fingers sliding down its face, then resting lightly at the corner of Munster's mouth.
Munster's tongue wrapped around his fingers.
"thumping... thumping..."
At this moment, the hearts of Rand and Munster seemed to resonate.
He could hear that strong rhythm, synthesizing a sonorous sound with the throbbing in his veins.
"Don't... do this... Munster... go away..."
Rand mustered his last sanity and struggled to the death.
But Munster shook his head.
"I need Rand."
it said to Rand.
"I belong to Rand."
Its tail wrapped around Rand's body.
"I want to be with Rand forever..."
Rand's body tensed up under the effect of hormones, he couldn't even speak, and the only thing in the room was his heavy breathing.
The heat almost turned his brain into a pot of thick porridge, and he felt that every cell in his body was craving Munster.
He didn't understand what was going on, but when Munster said that to him, he felt like something in his body had been smashed to smithereens.
Munster groped his lips, which stammered awkwardly in Rand's ear.
"Kiss me okay? Rand... please... kiss me..."
…
… the dark, sticky swamp overwhelmed Rand.
Rand tilted his head slightly, opened his mouth, took the tip of Munster's tongue, and stuck it on.
His arms were drawn together behind Munster's broad neck.
It was a deep, utterly luscious kiss.
Rand had never kissed someone this way before...
Almost at the moment of the kiss, his body completely fell into a certain situation.
At the same time, something entered Rand's body through the kiss... or rather, into his soul.
His soul, which had always been so light, became plump and full at this moment.
The gap is filled.
A strong desire filled Rand's body, and when he realized it, he found himself entangled with Munster, and the indescribable voice was echoing in his throat.
It has no rhythm, nor any lyrics, just a long whisper after another...
And Munster was singing.
It was intertwined with Rand's voice.
At this moment, everything around seemed to become transparent. In the world that Rand could perceive, only Munster and himself were left.
The rhythm of the heartbeat, the resonance of the soul, the resonance of the body... They are so closely linked together.
Then-
"boom… "
Munster suddenly fell to the ground.
That kind of dream-like link was instantly interrupted.
"Munster?"
Rand struggled to his feet, horrified to see Munster rolling spasmodically on the ground as if he had been electrocuted.
A scream of pain squeezed out of its body.
Between the scales and the scales, blue blood gushed out.
"My God, Munster..."
Rand pounced, his body was still so weak that he could barely grope on the ground and crawled towards Munster.
The moment he hugged Munster's head, its body suddenly stopped and froze like a power-off machine.
But its eyes were wider than ever, and the pupils were dilated.
It rolled its eyes, staring motionless at Rand's pale face.
Rand's lips twitched, he was confused, frightened, and didn't even know what to say... Moreover, at this moment, Munster made him feel that something was wrong.
Its expression and sight at this moment was so eerie that it felt eerily familiar to him.
"Rand..."
Munster made a low call, and a line of blood slowly poured out of his eyes.
"Rand."
It repeated, trembling hands trying to lift, but fell hard before touching Rand's cheek.
It passed out.
Vol4
"what happened?"
"Emergency code β96-31... "
"Experimental subject A417's mental waves have increased abnormally..."
A high-pitched warning sound hovered in the laboratory in the white light.
Simon knocked open the door disheveled and rushed in.
He was shocked to see the trembling body on the other side of the observation window, the long hair of Vincent Sivers... or the tentacles stuck to the inside of the hard petri dish, and the surface of the supposedly indestructible petri dish material gradually gradually Cracks appeared.
"God... it's impossible..."
He couldn't help muttering.
"Dr. Simon!"
At this time, the scream of the assistant made him suddenly come back to his senses.
The pale young man stood up trembling, pointing to a red line on the dashboard.
"Please come and see this... There is something wrong with the meter... I think... "
The trace on the screen climbed at an angle of about forty-five degrees at the beginning, but at the end the angle became larger and larger until it was completely parallel to the vertical axis, forming a straight line that climbed straight up on the screen.
Simon rushed over, his fingers quickly tapped the buttons, and called up the background values for estimation.
After a moment, he opened his mouth tremblingly.
"No, it's not a glitch... it's just going on a mental surge... gosh, it can fucking do this..."
Simon then ran straight to the wall, where there was a box painted black and yellow.
He chopped it open with a safety axe, then pressed the bright red button in the middle of the box.
"Dr. Simon, you don't have permission to—"
The research assistant stepped back several steps and screamed.
At the same time, the alarm sound resounding through the sky echoed throughout the entire Deep White Biotechnology.
"We've got to get this done before it riots all the subjects... or we'll all die here."
Simon clapped his hands and returned to the instrument.
He turned his head and said hoarsely to the already frightened young man.
…
On the other side of the separation wall, a pair of bright red eyes suddenly opened...