2 Prologue: Cursed with Cruelty 2/5 (1/2)
Date: 26/8/2269
Location: The Grand Canyon, classified hidden bunker 2000m below the surface.
Current Event: The Atomic war between Russia, China, and the US.
”HE'S A CURSE” a man cried out, a cry which could be heard throughout the ward.
”Sir, please, ca-”
”NO, FUCK YOU AND YOUR ADVICE AND YOUR CARE THAT YOU GIVE TO YOUR PATIENTS. SHE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU FUCKERS... HOW COULD YOU FORGET ABOUT SCANNING HER FOR DEFECTS.”
The young middle-aged man's cry full of anger, sadness, and frustration could be heard from the east wing of the medical ward of Zone M.
The man's brain was in chaos, brought upon by the news he was delivered. He continued to, what seemed like, mindlessly ramble for a while.
After a while, he seemed to reach a conclusion.
” HAHAHAHA, *cough*, *cough*, ugh”
His smile was of a madman, tears streaking down his cheeks, endlessly. Just by the look of his face, one could see madness and despair horribly mixed together.
What he searched for was a person to blame, to push away the burden which was caused by the death of his wife. And what's better than to blame what came out in the process?
” I HAVE LOST HER FOREVER, ALL BECAUSE OF HIM. HE'S A CURSE. IF HE DIDNT EVER HAPPEN, SHE WOULD STILL BE HERE. *Cough* If he never happened.....”
A conversation such as this was as scarce as an oasis in a desert. Such situations had almost never occurred in recent years because of medical advancements which could cure almost every disease and save near-dead people without inconsistency.
After what felt like an eternity to the nurses and doctors around him, the man had seemed to calm down, only screaming his lungs out every few minutes, this time very much directed. His red shirt had become almost completely see-through, evidently due to balling his eyes out.
This was the husband of the now-deceased Susan Van Quille, formally known as the Head of maintenance, Warren Van Quille.
Who was once a surprisingly feeble and amiable man, had taken the form of a bull, a bit of both literally and metaphorically. His physique very well matched his new demeanor, being a few inches over 6 feet (182cm) and covered in toned muscles, that could evidently be seen through his crimson shirt.
A few days later...
Warren, due to his demeanor towards the medical staff, had been removed from the ward. He was a smart, but rather weak-minded, law-abiding citizen.
He had decided that the only way for his son to atone his 'sins' was by being tormented.
In a lawful way, of course.
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He named his son after what his actions were.
The one with the curse of cruelty.
He named him Nero.
The name that would later become the greatest inspiration for humans to strive for.
The name that became the very definition of 'Insanity'.
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