WORDS OF AKIRA:MY CONSEQUENCE,YOUR CHOICE.

Strangely...
Being beaten to a pulp is far less painful than knowing that in part of your action you helped shape a monster into being.
Perhaps I could have been wrong of him,perhaps he could have done good with the mixture of herbs.
I don't care to fight back,I glance to and fro in the lab while my father begins writing something furiously in his notebook and see a great number of tanks,large man sized tanks beginning to leak.I see paperwork being abandoned as the lab technicians soon rush out and the guards do nothing to stop them nor acknowledging the presence of my father who simply ignores there very presence at all.

I hear a constant pounding from one black tank,it keeps getting louder and I see the form of a woman,nearly naked save for a long bandage wrapped over and over on her form and I can not see her face but I feel unmasked fury towards my father's direction.I rise,curiosity overwhelming me and not really at the slightest caring if I am beaten again.
I slew my own father,what hope have I to live anyway or to even try to?
My father seems to agree and does not even look my way as I -walk over to the tank,I see her begin to still as I near,I raise my hands fighting the pain in my ribs to show her I am no harm to her and put a hand to the tank.
"I am Soreto Akira...Well that is false isn't it..."
I begin to ramble now,hating even acknowledging this side of myself,let alone admitting it to the person I realize is before me.
I look back to my father who begins to mix something together and I say to myself"Let us both be stopped together and find either repentance or hell."
I push open the digits I believe my father would use as a code.

9/17/1902
My mothers birthday.

I use it and I mutter softly to the woman who is about to flood out of the tank before me.

"I can no longer be your writer man,Warrior woman.All I can now be is the spawn of the Takahira clan,Kaizo Takahira,and to attempt to atone for that fact.Do what you must,Aoi-San...."

I even spot the cursed locket of our family line,I throw it to her before she can fully get the tank liquid off of her.
For a brief moment she looks up at me,I try to throw a coat on her and hope she has enough time to be ready,her eyes are soft and the appear as though they know a future she wishes they didn't.

"Don't......"

I kneel  down and press a kiss to her forehead.

Pull out a gun given to me by a guard passing by.
I shoot the man behind me,my father.

I bite the gun and pull the trigger.