Mermaid Effect

Vol1

16 years ago--

USA Florida

The seaside sky at night is velvety black.

Some people say that you can see the starry sky as brilliant as diamonds at the beach, but the reality is that the artificial light sources on the Florida coastline will only make the night appear deeper, and the starry sky exists on the photographer's camera and magazine photos.

The sea water beats the fine sand regularly, and some garbage is left here.

Not far from the beach, there is a bonfire that is about to go out. It was left by a group of drunk boys and girls not long ago. They laughed wildly and drank while Rand was nervous, and finally left. The bonfire emitted orange-red Peripheral vision.Behind the beach was a grove of coconut trees, and then the road along the coast, whose lamps shone dimly like the pale eyes of ghosts.

The waves were so gentle that Rand could feel the white foam they left on his feet.

His tears pooled on his chin and dripped onto the sand.

He didn't say a word, yet around him there was a particular kind of despair, thick and deep, that you don't usually see in a child (they're usually too young to even comprehend the world. Some too evil darkness in Rand), but you can see that breath in Rand's eyes, in his hair, on the surface of his skin, and in the depths of his soul.

At this time, his hands and feet were bound by rough hemp ropes, and he was trapped by Rogers on the back of a reef, unable to move like a bug that had all its limbs pulled out.And at his feet, a man's body was lying on his back.

The man opened his eyes, and the pupils had begun to cloud, but that painful expression had been permanently condensed on the gray cheeks.A beetle poked its head out from his parted lips and crawled along his neck to his abdomen.There, the blood that has begun to rot and the internal organs that have been sprayed out under the pressure of the abdomen have already attracted many small creatures by the sea to have a feast in the dark.

Rand remembered what that man had been like. He had been trapped in a cage, his well-maintained hands and feet were festering, but his eyes were always as bright as flames.He reached out through the gap in the railing to grab Rand's coat, and told him over and over again.

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

However, now he no longer has that look in his eyes.

……

"You look sad."

A little boy came out of the shadow of the reef, he said to Rand.His voice was soft and soft, but for a moment Rand's body stiffened like a stone.

In the boy's hand was a thin lancet with blood on the blade.Rand knew such things, and the boy had plenty more, and he wore a Boy Scout satchel slung around his waist, stuffed with tools, sharp or not, the only thing they had in common was that they tortured people. It was just maddeningly painful.

"Rogers." Rand looked at the boy, and after a long time, he spoke tremblingly, and then moaned hoarsely. "What exactly do you want to do?"

Rogers, who was just a teenager like Rand at the time, smiled distortedly under the moon.

"Rand, you made a mistake," he said. "You've turned into a bad boy. Mom won't like your behavior. You want to let our prey go... It's going to get Mom in trouble." This is really, really a very serious mistake." He deliberately emphasized the word "serious", and while speaking, he put the lancet back into his bag, and then took out I bought a pair of 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 overwhelmed Rand at that moment.

But Rogers still approached him.

This is a new joy that Rogers has recently found. He will pinch the soft human flesh, and then use scissors to directly cut off the raised part.

Rand has seen Rogers "play" with many "prey" in this way with his own eyes. The tragedies of those unlucky people have given him nightmares for a long time. The severe pain will make those people howl to the point of bleeding in the throat and incontinence, which is even more terrifying. However, this kind of torture did not threaten their lives in a short period of time. Most of them died of excessive blood loss and wound infection in the end, and some died of other diseases caused by pain.

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

"I was wrong, Rogers, please, mother will be angry..."

In extreme panic, Rand called the devilish woman his mother, but after he did...

"Oh, I almost forgot." Rogers stopped suddenly, blinked at Rand, and grinned like a devil, "You know, there will always be some noise when doing this, just in case One, you have to do some preparation."

He took out a small bottle of liquid from his satchel, pinched Rand's mouth and poured it.

The severe pain that cannot be described in words completely collapsed Rand, who was still a teenager, from body to mind.

He howled, trembled, and burst into tears, but after just a dozen seconds, his voice weakened.It wasn't that the pain left, but that his throat had festered and swollen to the point that he could not make any sound at all—the liquid that Rogers poured into Rand was diluted hydrochloric acid.

Facing the violently trembling body under his feet, Rogers' fingers trembled a few times in the air like playing an invisible piano. He was so excited because of the other party's direct pain that he couldn't control himself.

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

Then he straddled Rand, grabbing his hair with one hand and the scissors with the other.

"Let's have some fun... my little brother, my Rand."

He murmured in a low voice.

Vol2

After 16 years--

Kansas, USA

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

He still doesn't know anything about his past, but this doesn't prevent him from using his body to remember the fear and despair.

He began to inhale unconsciously, his lungs made a whooping sound like an old man, tears gushed out, and flowed down his cheeks like a spring.He cried like a five-year-old, or a wounded retard, Rand knew that, but he had absolutely no control over his body.

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

"Oh, that's it, that's it, that's it, my little brother, you remember me now don't you? You should remember me... Honestly I was going to play games with you a little longer, you know, That disgusting 'friendship' game, after all that way you would open up to me more and trust me more. Alas, it's a pity that things don't always go as planned, and you finally found out about those things... You know, some things are not so interesting and fun when they are exposed. Now, it's time to think of me, Rand... you should know who I really am!"

Rogers was extraordinarily cheerful in the face of Rand's gaffe, yelling frantically and pounding on the table with his fists clenched.

"Do you know, Rand, I always remember you, you are the most perfect and amazing work in my life..." Rogers played with the dagger in his hand, he was still speaking in that feminine tone, The tip of the dagger scratched across Rand's body.

He didn't care about the strength, sometimes he would use more force without care.

Thin bloodstains soon appeared on Rand's body, which made Rogers more excited than before. He even pulled down his pants, admiring the blood spilled from Rand's body.

The perversion and darkness overflowing from him made Rand retch uncontrollably.

When Rogers tried to hold his face with his hands covered in that warm liquid, and continued the meaningless chatter.

Rand sobbed and spat at him.

"I don't remember you," Rand said, and repeated, "I don't remember you at all, and never will."

……

Rogers' expression froze for a moment.

The next moment, he began another round of beatings on Rand until his body was completely paralyzed, and he was so painful that he couldn't move.Then Rogers untied Rand's rope—the latter was like a sack full of grain, and the moment he untied the rope, he fell to the ground with a bang.

A small moan escaped his lips, but he quickly suppressed it again.

Rogers reached out and grabbed Rand's hair, dragging him directly to the rusty bed.

Rand felt warm, salty fluid gushing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and for the short distance he had been dragged, a bright streak of blood appeared on the ground.

Rogers had Rand handcuffed to the bed, and he looked almost mad with rage.

"Tell me, Rand, do you think of me now? God, I love you so much, my brother, won't you give me a little kindness and think of me?"

Rand's eyes were swollen, and he could hardly even see Rogers' face clearly.

"I fucking...don't remember...I...never remember those disgusting...perverted...things."

He said the voice sounded muffled, as if something had been stuffed in his mouth.

Rand licked his gums, and several teeth were loose.

There was a big mouthful of blood in his mouth.

"So disappointing...I'll let you remember..."

Rogers kneaded Rand's broken arm vigorously, seeing Rand's distorted face, he said angrily.

He took out a pair of scissors and waved them in Rand's field of vision.

"Maybe being there will make it easier for you to remember the little good time I had with you - you had to run away first, oh so cute, and you had a goddamn pig with you, thinking you could Then he ran out too."

The tip of the scissors in Rogers' hand touched a millimeter above Rand's eyeball.

His hands were trembling slightly physiologically.

"Mom is very sad, of course, I am also very sad, so I gave you some small punishment behind my mother's back..."

Rand stared at Rogers (though he couldn't actually see anything at this point).

He recommended Rogers to buy the German scissors. The steel is very good and can easily cut through the crab's shell... Countless fragments without any logic floated through his head.

Rogers' words continued.

"...you know, I never felt the beauty of 'death' and 'pain' before that, you opened my soul, Rand, your pain is deep and soulful, you set me free .What do they say about me? Antisocial? Antisocial personality disorder... Apathy personality disorder... Oh yes, and sociopaths... But I know it myself, I'm just driven by a strong, Driven by unexpressed desire, like a ignited rocket, the heat burns me... I cut those people, I tortured them, I relieved my pain and burning, but it didn't work , until I met you, Rand." Rogers looked at Rand with a serious and serious gaze, "That night was a god-given night, and you sublimated my desire into the power of creation. From then on, I started I know how to use those cheap 'materials' to make the most beautiful works of art. Of course, they are not as good as you in the end. I have always dreamed of having you again one day. I always thought it was impossible, but God loves me Yes, you appeared by my side again."

Rogers had been a problem child until the night he killed Rand.

Of course, he probably has more problems than the average problem children in the entire United States combined. He is a very typical and hopelessly antisocial personality.

And having a neurotic, high-IQ mother who was a serial murderer made his situation worse.

After he learned to walk, his greatest joy in life was torturing and killing small animals. He could draw joy from that blood and cruelty, just like an addict finds some fun in powder, soon , the basic slaughter of small animals is no longer enough for him.

He would still kill things and torture them, but all he could feel was agitation, an emptiness inside, a burning desire that made him suffer like a traveler in the desert without water.

He didn't even know how he was going to satisfy this dark desire growing from his soul.

However, on that night, he got the pleasure he had not seen for a long time from the behavior of torturing his familiar people step by step.From that moment on, he regarded his atrocities against others as a kind of "creation", and those who died of torture were his "work of art".

The most terrifying murderer "Spider" in the dark world hatched at that dinner...

Rand felt cold.

Blood spread beneath his body.

Pain, cold and exhaustion wrapped around his body like wet parchment.Even Rodgers' words seem to be wrapped in cotton, becoming unreal and distant.

The stone house was very dark, and those shadows seemed to be distorted at this moment, and there seemed to be something whispering among them, conveying dark messages that humans could not understand or hear.

"Crack..."

The sound of the scissors closing sounded, oh, the scissors that can cut the crab shell.

Rand saw blood on the scissors, and a fleeting glint on the sharpened blade, which was also red.

"...Do you remember? My little brother Rand?"

Rogers asked, biting Rand's ear.

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

In his consciousness, the stone house he was in now disappeared like mist, replaced by gentle waves, rough rocks, and the Rand Sievers 16 years ago.

……

Rand found himself lying flat on the wet, salty sand, eyes glazed open.

He wanted to close his eyes, but found that he couldn't close them at all.

He heard a boy sobbing beside him.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutouuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

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

Rand was looking at Rogers at a very close distance, but the real demon was staring at him with tears like a boy who broke a vase at this time, as if checking his physical condition.

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

16 years ago, the teenager Rand Sievers had gray skin and a stiff body. He opened his mouth slightly, with a smear of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His face also had a frightened and painful expression of despair. woolen glass beads.

It was a face that only the dead have.

It was as if a thunderbolt sounded in Rand's consciousness, and the bright light aroused all his sanity and memory.

He finally remembered what happened that night, and at the same time, it was something he never wanted to remember.

——In the night of hell created by Rogers 16 years ago, the young Rand Sievers had already died under the torture of Rogers.

Vol3

"You killed me……"

Before Rand knew it, he had said this to Rogers.

Tears welled up again.

"Oh my god...you...you...killed me..."

He repeated it again.

Rogers' eyes lit up at that moment, and he held his face and jumped up in surprise.

"That's right! Ah, that's great! Look, you still remember it!" He threw down the bloody scissors and wiped all the blood from his fingers on Rand's face.

"I killed you, I watched your life die with my own eyes... so wonderful..." Rogers said. "Like I said, I never thought that one day I would meet you again."

Vol4

Human brains can remain active for short periods of time for a few minutes after death...that is, they retain a brief period of postmortem consciousness.

At least that's how it was for Rand.

Rand remembered.

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

Rogers pushed his body into the sea.The icy sea water wrapped him, wrapped him, and transported him to the opposite direction of the coastline with the waves. While Rogers stood by the sea, he stared deeply at Rand's body, his whole body trembled because of the special scene of the corpse being soaked in sea water. hard……

In fact, if this process lasted for a few more minutes, he would completely disappear into this lifeless shell.

However, he didn't do that.

Because something suddenly rushed out of the shallow sea, it was a huge, wet, scaly creature, and you couldn't describe it in words at all.It grabbed Rand's body straight and tried to drag him to the bottom of the sea.

But at this moment, Rogers, who was observing the perfect scene, immediately sensed something was wrong. He roared angrily, grabbed a sharp knife from his bag and rushed out.

He wrestled with it.

The smell of blood began to appear in the sea water.

If Rand had the experience of working in the deep white "Siren Project", after thinking of everything, he might be able to give the terrible monster in his memory a name.In fact, that monster was none other than the last red phosphorus captured by Shenbai later—it only had deformed red scales.

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

As far as Rand was concerned, the only thing he knew was that the red scale was weak, very, very weak.It didn't even have the ability to prey on its own, it was hungry, and there was an egg in its stomach that was crazily absorbing nutrients.

It hid beneath the surface of the water by the beach, familiarized by Rand's blood, and rushed to take his body as a supplement for food, but Rogers appeared.

The end result was that the deformed red scale bit off one of Rogers' hands, and it dragged Rand's body under his gaze until it disappeared below the surface of the sea.

……

"Tell me, how did you do it? I've seen a lot of dead people, and I know you must have been dead, but you're here right now...and, from an albino cub to Normal people..."

Rogers pressed Rand eagerly.

"Is it that strange creature? Did it bring you back to life?"

Rogers stroked his artificial hand, and he seemed even more excited than before.

You know, he has kept his mother's body intact all the time. If Rand really knows the secret of the resurrection from the dead, his beloved mother may very well be able to return to him...

Thinking of this, Rogers simply couldn't bear Rand's silence at this moment.

He changed a tool, an awl.

"Tell me... baby... tell me how you did it..."

"Cough cough..."

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

"I remember... I know what that was about..." Rand said hoarsely to Rogers.

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

……

Rogers' expression twisted.

"You really let me down, Rand, you bad boy."

After a moment, he screamed.

He raised the awl high, ready to drive the sharp metal rod into Rand's palm—

"boom……"

Some creature that slammed in from the side of the stone house slapped him straight out with its tail.

A howl of strong anger rang out.

Fragments and fines of masonry created a gray smoke in the air, and in the smoke, two blood-red lights were like demons peeking into the world through the fog of hell—Munster’s eyes were blood red like this, Appeared furiously in the center of the room with an almost beast-like posture.