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Appeal rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:24 pm
The sound of the pen tapping against the clipboard on the other side of their cage was like a rolling thunder against Lucien's ears, foretelling the incoming storm. He honed into it, listening to it as if he hoped that it would go away into the distance. It didn't and instead a voice cleared through the sound. Fun? No. Lucien held on tightly to Israfel, trying his best to shield his dear bird from what he assumed was not going to be at all fun. He wouldn't let them have Israfel. He was too kind and gentle, and definitely too friendly. He'd go have their fun with them willingly! He'd go off with a smile, waving to Lucien with a happy grin. He'd want him to come too so that they could all have fun together with their new friends. He'd ask them all kinds of pointless questions and Lucien would just smile... maybe in Israfel's fantasy world. The reality below their clouds was much different and Lucien knew that if there was any fun to be had, he refused to let Israfel partake. Not that kind of fun, not any kind of fun with them.
His arms were tightly bound around Israfel, his body firmly pressing against him. He was possessive and absolutely determined. If they wanted him they'd have to pry his dead and lifeless fingers off of him. Although both of these statements may have been slightly ironic to the hunters in the sense that Lucien was a from the ghost classification, it was the last thing he'd ever consider himself. He was alive, and his life had become full of so much joy the moment Israfel danced his way into it. They were definitely pleasant thoughts that passed through Lucien's mind before he blacked out and the last thing Lucien could remember before he blacked out was the hissing sound leaking into their cage and one clear through: please Jack, please don't let them take him... please, please don't take him from me.
He had blacked out and Lucien had been unsure of how much time had passed by before he'd finally come to. Time didn't seem important but he could tell immediately when his fingers curled against the flat surface below him that he was no longer clinging tightly to the soft, feathery body of his bird Israfel. Time may have no longer been important but any importance he had ever had on time had been filled with Israfel. They'd taken him from him! Jack, Jack how could you?! The thought brought tears to his eyes as he laid there curled against the floor. He couldn't even imagine the horrors of what they'd be doing with Israfel at this very moment. The thought of Israfel waking up with a smile as he was greeted with new faces and then the expression he would give them when the reality sunk in... no! Lucien didn't want his bird to spend his life in a cage! Why hadn't he protected him? Why had he let Israfel do something as dangerous as the trials?
Reality set in and Lucien shot to his feet. He had to find him! He had to save him! He wasn't alone either, he had team mates. Surely they'd all want to save Israfel too, although maybe not as much as he did. At least that was what he thought. Lucien's blue eyes shot around him and he realized that Israfel wasn't here but neither were the rest of his team members. Where had they taken them? Lucien was furious! The large, cylindrical cage he was in hardly seemed any different from where he'd been before but it was. Oh, it was so different. In rage Lucien had slammed his fists against the walls of the cylindrical cage and even as the electrical feeling began to flow into him, causing him great pain he continued to hit at it.
BAM, BAM, BAM.
He'd break it, yeah, he'd break it. It hurt but this was nothing in comparison to the pain he felt when he thought Israfel would no longer be in his life, that they'd taken him away. He had to save him, he had to save them! Why couldn't he save them? Soon his tolerance for the pain began to dull and slowly his fists fell, sliding down the wall of his cage until they were by his side again. The light above him was so bright and standing there looking at the cylinder walls he could see that there wasn't even so much as a smudge on them. His efforts were for nothing, unless he'd wanted to give his hair more volume. If that had been the case, his efforts had been more than enough.
He knew he had been rather useless during the trials but why of all times did he have to be so powerless now? All he wanted to do was protect Israfel and save his teammates. Why was he alone? What were they doing to them? Were they okay? Was he too late? What horrible, fun things had they done to them? It was around this train of thought that Lucien finally couldn't take it anymore and recoiled to the center of the cage. It was then that he heard a voice from the other side of the cage. It was faint and he couldn't understand what was being said but as he looked to investigate he seen it: he seen them. His team! They were all together! Israfel was there with Shehk, Sammy and Siddie! If they were all together then... it was him. He had been the one that had been taken away. All the fun belonged to him.
He looked out toward the other cage, his hands reaching outward the walls before recoiling back again. They fell flat against him, the top one pressing against the other as they both pressed firmly against his chest. He didn't want to let them see that, he had to be strong. He didn't know what would happen but it was happening to him. He didn't want to leave Israfel, he wanted to stay with him forever. His dreams were going to be cut short, there was nothing he could do. He was at their whim but in the darkness of it all there was a small ray of hope lingering above him in the bright lights above. This was him, not Israfel. Israfel was still with the others, and it was a thought that brought a smile to his face. It was a kind smile, very suitable to Lucien. Gentle. He was looking toward his team mates, tears filling the corners of his eyes. They definitely couldn't see his weakness, right? Even still, he couldn't stop.
"Everyone please protect him, please... I'm sorry Israfel. I... I lo..."
His realization had been cut short by a loud crackle and just for a minute when his eyes looked up to the lights it hit him. This was it. The smile on his face lingered until the end and then there was pain. Oh, so much pain. It was worse than anything he'd ever felt before, worse than the mental and emotional pain of having to walk and worse than the tormenting voice of his Lepus Guide. Lucien could imagine what it would say at a moment like this: shoes were the solution, right? Rubber insulated and all. If only he had shoes, he'd be standing here laughing instead of screaming.
It was too much, he couldn't even think of his appearance now. It hurt so much. He screamed and he thrashed, it was all just a blur at this point. His Israfel clouded mind was covered by one new thought: Please, please stop! Please, pleaaaaaase! Please, it hurts so much please stop! It was so agonizing. He just wanted it to end. Why wouldn't it just end? What had he ever done that was so bad to cause him this much pain? Where was death? Where was...
Snap.
In all of it, he heard it. He could hear it inside of him. Something was happening and he didn't like it. It felt weird, it felt so much worse. The pain wouldn't stop and now he felt uneasy as well. He couldn't even think now, the pain blinding everything. The world in front of him went absolutely white. It was empty, a world foreign to him. It was almost as if a cloud had covered the entire world in white. What a nice world. Yeah, Lucien was going to like this new world. A world where there was just one big happy cloud. Oh, he should bring... who would really like this? It was on the tip of his tongue but that's where it would stay. It never found form, unlike him.
Things had began to feel better, the pain finally dulled and he felt like himself again. Sorta. He was him and then he wasn't, but he certainly couldn't say. This was him and he felt absolutely heavenly. The blinding white of the cloud seemed to clear just a bit and from above Lucien could see down through the cloud. He could see boxes, translucent ones. There were figures down there. Huh. Well, they looked pretty familiar. One looked pretty cute! However, he didn't recognize them and it no longer seemed to matter. His eyes didn't linger on them very long, he had a whole cloud all to himself. It was pretty awesome but at the back of his mind something was eating away at him, slowly but surely a new presence and feeling building up silently in him. It was but one true desire, insatiable by any means. He would eat this entire cloud, and then he'd be shrouded in darkness.
Even then, it would continue.
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prolixity rolled 1 100-sided dice:
45
Total: 45 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 10:13 am
Siddie closed her eyes tightly. Whatever kind of fun they had in mind, she didn't want to play, but it looked like they weren't getting a choice.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 12:06 pm
There was a box.
And inside of that box were four little monsters, half dazed and confused. Shehk pressed her hands against the glass as she seemed to regain herself, pressing herself up against it, looking out of it in a daze, before she looked back to her team. One. Two. Three.
Four. There were four of them. They were missing someone. Where had they gone? She again turned her eyes to look out of the glass box to see if she could figure out what was happening, her face turned into a small frown. There was another glass case in the room as well - and in it was her final teammate. There was Lucien! Shehk could see him, pounding on the glass, mouthing...mouthing something! She couldn't understand him - she couldn't hear him through the glass, even as she began to pound on it in turn. "Hey! Hey!! What is he doing in there!!?" She yelled, wondering if the humans could hear her. "Get him out of there!" she continued to protest. She hit the glass harder and harder, but it didn't give underneath her touch. It only worked her hands raw.
Raw as she fought it more and more.
The first jolt of pain went across the spirit's face and Shehk felt her heart sink into her chest. "NO! STOP IT!!" she nearly shrieked in her protest, smashing her hand against the glass again. Another more pained look followed and Shehk seemed to turn absolutely livid, making a horrible noise of anger. She wasn't about to pull back from this. No. THIS WAS UNACCEPTABLE!!
It welled anger in her, but it welled up guilt as well. She was the strong one. She was supposed to be protecting them! And yet, she couldn't even stop what was happening. All her power over the situation had been stripped from her, and she was reminded of it with every stroke of pain that drew over the boil's face. Tears might have welled up in Shehk's eyes as she watched it - she watched it all. Guilt piled on top of her already lingering guilt.
"LUCIEN." she screamed, even as the dust seemed to 'settle', leaving only a weapon. A weapon against them. They'd turned one of their allies, and now they were turning him against them. She wouldn't have it.
Threats or not, Shehk snarled.
"YOU WILL HAVE TO KILL ME, I WILL TELL YOU NOTHING!" she growled.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:36 pm
The figure in the white cloak sighs and takes out an extremely plain looking eyephone, "I need you down in section A...yeah I know but I figured...yes. Sorry, Sir. No..it's ok, no I can just...okay, Sir." They pocketed the phone with a sigh and glared at the captives. Several minutes later another figure strode in, cause the first to stand straighter and also begin carefully edging away. "Well, well...you've a long ways to go, trainee, if you can't even successfully interrogate a group of juveniles. How fortunate for you there's no longer any horseman to deal with, nasty bunch." Turning to the cells, he gave them all a toothy grin, "You're all looking quite... healthy, for resistance members. And a bit too coherent for the newly spawned, hm?" He walked over to a set of monitors and trailed his fingers lightly over it's controls, "I think we can have some rea l fun together, don't you?" The OOC Roll 1 d100 1-25: The door to your cage is opened, but before you can move, a glowing, bladed whip had caught you and pulls you toward the smiling hunter. A red pendant is slipped over your head, and the sensation of compulsion overwhelms you. You find yourself answering question after questions until the pendant begins to sizzle and smoke and then finally burns up, taking you with it. 26-50: Weakness slams into your body as the door to your cage is opened. The smiling man leans over your body as the world fades to black. Next you're blinking up into a harsh set of lights, a scalpel gleaming overhead. Death is so terribly slow in coming. 51-75: Weakness slams into your body as the door to your cage is opened. The smiling man leans over your body and places something in your mouth. "Tsk, this one's useless." Death is painful, but brief. 76-100: The door to your cage opens, and the smiling man holds back, instead letting the trainee deal with you. Through strength, luck, or sheer desperation you defeat the trainee, leaving them broken and bleeding on the floor. The smiling man slowly claps at your victory, and then summons a glowing, bladed whip. When next you awake, you're in the weaponization chamber, your FEAR slowly being pulled apart, the very core of your being adjusted and reordered to suit the needs of the hunters.
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
24
Total: 24 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:42 pm
It seemed her rebellion would not be lived as long as she would have liked. She gave the man who had entered the room a long, calculating stare. She knew him - she knew him somehow, but he didn't know her. She growled, crinkling her nose and baring her sharp teeth at him as she began to pace back and forth in the glass container. Back and forth. Back and forth.
As he approached the container, Shehk grew increasingly violent, growling louder and louder as his hand drew to open the container. To open it. She would be freed from the container - she would go free and make them regret what they'd done to Lucien. She snarled, ready to move when the door opened - but it seemed like even her alertness would fail her.
Before she could even move, she was caught, pulled in towards the man who grinned in an entirely unsettling way. Shehk snarled still, snapping her teeth at him ineffectively even as his weapon burned into her skin - burned and sapped her strength to keep her from struggling. Struggling just long enough for something to be slipped over her head and around her neck. She was a savage creature and had fought them ever step of the way.
So now...now she would...
she would.....
Talk
The word burned into her brain, a demand she couldn't stop. It hissed and sizzledd, bringing her agony even as the first words were pushed through her lips.
Where is your base?
"I don't have one." she attempted to struggle against her answer, but the sheer need to answer it overwhelmed the lingering senses she had. "I am not sure what is going on or how I got here." She could feel the pendant around her neck warm against her flesh. Warmth - a sensation she was far too familiar with.
What group do you affiliate with?
She grit her teeth stubbornly, resisting as much as she could. The more she fought, the more it hurt, but she couldn't help it. Even as she fought it, the answers still came, biting down several times only to pierce her sharp teeth through her tongue, blood filling her mouth, dripping out of the corners of her lips.
"We are the Shipsters from Amityville...." she answered with a cough, blood spattering all over her captor's pristine white coat. Her brows furrowed together, still fighting it. The pendant around her neck got hotter, as did that burning feeling in her mind as she still attempted to struggle against it. She was telling them everything she didn't want them to know.
Where is Denizen Arel?
The name 'Arel' got a rise out of her, Shehk struggling to force whatever answer she had out of her mind before she could speak it. She didn't know the answer. She didn't know the answer. She didn't have an answer.... it hurt more and more, and pendant began to sizzle underneath her struggle and she could feel her flesh slowly starting to catch ablaze underneath its heat.
"I don't know..." she forced, her mouth trying to form other words, causing her to actually bite through her tongue, the hunk of muscle falling to the floor, dripping more dark blood down the Pricolici's chin as the offended appendage began to dissolve away into nothing. The pendant around her neck sizzled as her blood touched it.
Where did you spawn at?
She couldn't answer.
She couldn't answer.
She couldn't answer.
The pendant smoked and set ablaze, the fire setting across her blood and up her chin, the flames licking the inside her mouth as it protested the fight of the pricolici it was attached to. She felt a heat in her belly, a heat in her body. Fire.
Fire
It burned. It felt like agony, even as she couldn't bring herself to scream, the flames burning even in her lungs, her skin crackling and hissing underneath the flames, flaking away in pieces that would dissolve immediately in the air. There was a distinct snap as her chest began to blacken and turn to charcoal, collapsing in upon itself. Another pop as her skin pulled apart, exposing the red hot muscles as they burned apart underneath it. The flames licked through her body, burning through the scar on her back, licking across her back.
A dull thud as her head rolled off of her crumbling shoulders and hit the floor, shattering to ashy pieces that scattered away. Small pieces lingered for only a moment before they dissolved away in the air, never to be seen again.
All that would be left where Shehk once stood was a pile of ash and some lingering fire. One of the trainees came in after the fire was out completely to sweep the remains away, the pieces dissolving into black pieces of FEAR that would never reform again.
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 100-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 5:12 pm
(rolling reaction next post)
Israfel was put bluntly, forcefully ignorant. He, in his own way, knew things were not as he saw them. He knew in the dark recesses of his mind that thing would not be okay. That he was not safe, that they probably would not want to be his friends. But he hoped. He always hoped that the part of him with the biting trust, the scathing reality was wrong. He lived in his own fantasy world, made up of sugar and friendship and lies. Lies he told himself consistently. Lies he would make over and over again so he could smile. He knew they were lies. But he would rather live a lie in happiness then live in a painful demoralizing truth.
He was scared as he fell asleep, Lucien’s touch giving him that small comfort he loved. He would lie to himself, let himself think it would be better when he woke up. Nothing bad would happen. Nothing bad could happen. This was a lie.
It was always a lie.
He woke up alone, trapped. The sight of Shehk pounding on the clears wall that held her was what he saw first. He didn’t know what was making her so angry, so enraged. He didn’t know. Not until her turned his head. Not until all his lie crumbled around him. Lucien was in a different prison, he was soundless, screaming. Israfel’s eyes were shot open as he watched it, unmoving. This was fear he felt in his heart. Lucien was- gone. He was completely gone.
“Lucien?” He pulled himself near the walls, looking out to where his friend had been. His friend, the one he had loved. “Lucy?” a finger tapped at the wall, a tiny tnk tnk noise as he no longer saw his friend. As he no longer saw his Lucien. “Lucien?” He felt wetness on his face, yet made no move to look at what it was. His eyes were wide open, looking at where he’d been. “Lucy?” His tapping got louding, more urgent.
“Lucien?” His hand now, tapping frantically. Where did he go? Why- why had they taken him? Lucien was not a threat, he never harmed anyone. He was the one-
“LUCIEN?” A fist hit the wall, a bang echoing around him. Lucien who had believed he could fly when he’d given up. Lucien who had listened to him sing even when it drove people away. Lucien who held him and comforted him when he was sad and couldn’t accept the reality around him. Lucien who-
“LUCIEN!” A fist hit the wall as Israfel began to brokenly sob, tears soaking into his clothes. Lucien who he’d loved. Backing away from the wall, the siren curled into himself. Wings folding around him. He didn’t want this reality. He wanted to go back. Go back to the way it was. Sobbing he could only keep whispering his apologies. He was sorry Lucien. He was so sorry.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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prolixity rolled 1 100-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 6:23 pm
No, Lucien. No. Siddie couldn't even speak. She flattened her hands against the clear wall of the cage and slid slowly down to the floor, resting her forehead against the wall and staring, blank and frozen. She couldn't do anything. She'd been helpless again. How many times would this happen? How could she fight when she was trapped? How could she not? What could she even do?
Sammy pounded at the walls, yelling, breaking herself on the boundaries of their cage, as helpless a any of them. She should go to her, Siddie thought distantly. Comfort her. Touch her, remind her that she wasn't alone.
For how long?
Siddie remained huddled on the floor, locked away into herself in a cage of frozen terror and fury, more constricting than any physical restraint.
Shehk was pulled out of the cage first, and Siddie found herself moving before she could think, throwing herself uselessly after her friend as the door slammed in her face. She smacked her hands against it over and over, sobbing now as Shehk fought uselessly against the control pendant, fought and lost, bled and burned.
When the ashes had been swept away, ashes that had been her friend, the hunter turned back to the cage, and Siddie couldn't stop herself from whimpering. The look in his eyes was that of a predator contemplating its next meal, certain and smug and deadly, seeing not person, only prey. There were no shadows for her to shrink into. The only way to hide would be to shelter behind one of her friends, and she would not do that. Never.
She drew back three steps and stood stiffly before the door. Lucien had been condemned to an unlife far worse than any in Halloween; Shehk was simply gone. If Siddie could buy time for Israfel and Sammy, she would do it. The door opened, and the whip bit into her flesh, sapping her FEAR. She was pulled bodily from the cage, a pendant slipped expertly over her head; how much practice had the hunter had, to make that motion so easy and so well-practiced?
She should fight. She should keep her mouth shut. She should seal her lips. But she could not. The pendant slipped insidious tendrils into her mind, tied threads into her every thought, yanked on her impulses and needs and wants and puppeted them into betraying her. Answers tumbled off her tongue, fell from her mouth.
With every new question, she understood in a kind of distant ache that her replies were not what the hunters wanted to hear. The young one grew angry. The older one grew quiet. He was the one Siddie feared; he didn't have to be angry, because he was in control. And she was unable to answer in a way that would satisfy him.
Distantly, she was glad. She might be answering questions against her will, manipulated into obedience, but she could not tell them anything that would help them. Their frustration soothed the faint pinned-butterfly resistance that still struggled in the back of her mind. She could not choose to defy, but she could, at least, be useless one more time.
When the strings in her mind tightened, cutting through her thoughts and her very self, she smiled, just slightly, while she still could, before light seared through the shadows of her FEAR and burned her all away.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 100-sided dice:
40
Total: 40 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 6:32 pm
Sammy had woken up in the cage.
It was strange waking up for her, it was just a sudden awareness again. Like being risen for the first time. Honestly it was almost as unsettling as being risen from dissipation again. A distinct lack of 'nothing' filling a part of her usually endless un-life. Normally when she woke up it was calm, organized and in the infirmary somewhere.
This was not the same.
She shot up crouching and moving towards the wall over her cage. Her fists slamming against the wall. "LET US OUT DAMMIT!" Bone and flesh met wall over and over as purple flames flickered around her left fist. "No... not this. Not that." She saw Lucien alone, a central tube, something was wrong, very wrong.
Then it began. The process was slow and painful, memories flashed back through her mind. Barth, a device, a bit of a piece to a larger device. Weapons. Tormenting creating. The tools used to fight against them.
"NO NOT THAT. DON'T DO THAT HE DIDN'T DESERVE IT!"
Her fists continued to slam against her cage, flesh ripping off the right hand, bones flaking and cracking as she smashed against the cage in endless rage.
When the weapon lay still in the chamber her fists stopped bashing the wall. Instead she paced, "I'll kill you. Every last one of you. When you open this cage I swear I'll rip your throat out." She snarled purple eyes flaring.
That was when they moved to Shehk.
The world seemed to stop.
"No." Her voice choked up, it was as if everything was flying by. She saw Shehk at a train station, she was resting her head in her own lap. They where talking it wasn't perfect, it never would be. But deep down in that moment she knew she loved Shehk more then she could ever be allowed to admit. The way she laughed, even after all her trouble with boils, she still laughed.
Ever time they lay around, bone fingers stroking behind soft canine ears. Every memory came flashing through her mind, purple eyes wide and wild as she watched them torture the person she loved almost as much as Siddie. No as much as Siddie she realized with horrible guilt.
"No please Jack no. We aren't from... the horsemen they where here the exams and trials what no...." Her hands pressed flat to the side of her cage as she watched the pendant burn, as Shehk was turned to ash.
All that was left was ash and a sobbing ghoul in her cage.
(Roll for next round)
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 3:17 am
When the door to his cell opened, he didn't move. He didn't respond. When the wip came out he didn't cry out, only looking up at the human, eyes puffy and swollen from his tears, the blue glow empty. Shehk's screaming- Siddie's horror- Israfel watched it, letting s part of him slowly collapse upon itself.
His fault. He was supposed to be strong. Smart but no. He was a fool A blind fool. The man didn't have to pull him out of the cage, the siren simply went with him. Obedient already, no resistance. The pendant on his neck and there was nothing reaching into his mind. He didn't feel in digging into him. He was a void. A shell. He was broken and the one who could have fixed him, who could have picked up the shattered pieces was gone.
Sitting in a chair, hollow blue eyes looked down at the ash. "Hi Shehk." He said, not realizing he had begun to cry again. "Hi Siddie." A ribbon from her hair was all that was left but that to had begun to vanish into the air. The humans looked on, wondering if he'd be any use at all. "Where is Lucien?" He asked, eyes showing no anger, no malice, only a blank vacant look of curiosity. The slap he got didn't make him flinch, his head only snapping to the side. "I ask the questions." Israfel stayed silent for a bit, until- Until he saw what he though were clouds on a hunter's coat.
"Lucien?" He was struck again, this time by the one with the coat of clouds. It was not Lucien. Lucien didn't strike him. Lucien never would have-
would have-
Why was he referring to Lucien as if he was gone? Lucien was just.. away for a bit? yes. He was just somewhere else. Surely he was fine. Surely. Cooing to himself, he didn't feeling pain as the fire started on his hair. Lucien had loved his hair. More questions. Only he didn't understand, he just smiled. He tried. He tried to answer them, he really did.
But it didn't make them happy.
He tried to ask where Lucien was. Where had Shehk gone. What Siddie was doing- They all looked at him with pity. He didn't understand anymore. He was lost. He didn't feel the fire as it burned his feathers. Wings that gave him flight. Jericho who'd taught him to fly. Lucien, who had been the one to stay with him in the clouds.
He kept asking. Asking asking asking. They didn't answer. He wasn't able to see but he kept asking. He kept smiling. His friends were alright. He'd see them soon. these people just- they would be his friends wouldn't they?
Soon the smile was gone, and the questions stopped. Two tiny student pins clattered into the ash on the ground, only to be swept away.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 1:51 pm
They will all burn and there is nothing you can do. The voice seemed to whisper softly in the back of her head. She knew it was true. Shehk was gone, Lucien was gone. She was slumped in her cage watching, eyes dulling. They came to Siddie next and it was like the world slowed to a crawl.
"Leave her alone dammit not her please not her you already took Shehk from me not her too!" Her hands started to pound the walls over her cage again as she watched the pendant just like Shehk's wrap its way around her neck.
"SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING STOP IT!" The FEAR burst to life in her again, her left hand smashing against the windows. "We aren't from here! We where taking the trials of the clans, we don't have a camp we don't know where Arel is! We don't know anything you're asking us we don't ******** know!"
Her cries where ignored. Nothing she did would stop it and all she could do was watch. It was disturbing the way Siddie burned. Where Shehk was consumed, falling apart and burning away Siddie seemed to wither. Like watching a plant be deprived of water and light. Shrinking curling in on its self. or in this case herself as the heat and light of the flames destroyed the very shadowy substance that made her.
You will join them, we will all join them. Oblivion Samantha, you knew it would happen.
She ignored the voice, her fist smashing against the window even as the last of Siddie was burned away with a hiss. A ribbon here or there left behind, piles of ashes remaining of Shehk.
She continued to strike the walls as they opened once more, she moved to reach for it, but before she could do a thing Lucien was gone.
The boil was placed between them, between Siddie and Shehk, left to stand between the two people she had loved more in her unlife then anything else. He smiled, and it made her rage all the more as she asked where they where. Where was Siddie and Shehk, Lucien. Soon nothing was left but the smell of burning flesh and feathers as Israfel was taken with them his own ashes added to the pile of dead before him.
This is the end
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 6:42 pm
((Permission from Zoo to do the weaponization prompt)) They where all dead.
All that remained where ashes and tattered remains of her ghoulfriends clothing. That left only one thing in Sammy, a rage. An anger that was pushed behind her FEAR. Even as the hunters started to talk and point at her cage she lashed out. Fist thundering against the clear walls. "I'LL KILL YOU. OPEN THAT CAGE AND COME IN HERE I'LL RIP YOU APART!" Still they didn't open the door just yet. They continued to talk in hushed voices, the one who had the whip grinning all the while.
All it did was give Sammy more time to work on the wall. Each strike sent shivers through the material. Again and again she struck at it till finally a single small crack appeared. A few of the hunters stopped looking rather shocked that someone could strike so hard at the cage.
The one with the whip only grinned wider.
Soon they where moving, the one with the whip and another hunter. They spoke quietly as they worked on the door. As they moved closer she stopped striking the wall, moving to the door of the cage FEAR flared and burning along her left arm.
This is it. You know whats next. The voice crooned in the back of her mind. You will die, just like red, Shehk, Israfel, Lucien and dear little Siddie
"Open the door." She muttered, "Open it so I can rip your throat out for what you did...." Sure enough they did, and Sammy stood waiting, left arm raised waiting for that bladed whip to lash out, but it didn't. No, instead the trainee beside him stepped forward, a narrow blade manifesting into his hand, slowly edging his way into the cage.
"Can't fight your own battles?" She looked past the Trainee towards the smiling man. "Cowered." the trainee took that moment to lunge forward, attempting to impale Sammy, but she was ready, she had nothing to do but wait for this moment. Spinning she grabbed the blade, her mind searing with pain as Insanity clashed with her FEAR, but she didn't care, why should she care anymore? Pushing the blade aside she punched the trainee in the face with a sickening squish and crack.
"Is that all you have? A pathetic lacky? Why don't you FIGHT ME!" She moved towards the smiling man only to feel something sink in through her side as the trainee stabbed her. "You stay out of this worm" The pain was intense, the sword tried to eat away at her, but it wouldn't have the chance to build a third charge. No, Sammy ripped herself free spinning about as thick blood soaked the floor, a part of her entrails hanging out. "Bad move little hunter." The shock on the boys face would last only a second before it became pure panic as Sammy's left hand closed over top, slamming him against the wall, FEAR freezing him to the bone causing him to flail against the wall.
She could feel it, the beating of his heart, so close, the life of one of the things she hated so much in her hands slowly dying in her grip. She spun pulling him from the wall throwing him to the ground before stomping over. Her boot raised into the air coming down with another crack along his jaw. Again she raised her boot, ribs, arms, the hand reaching for his sword. All of them met the same sick crunch under foot as Sammy let out ever bit of her rage on the helpless hunter. He may not have been the one to kill the people she loved, but she would kill him none the less.
It was between one of those stomps she heard it, the slow clap coming from the door and the smiling man. Slowly she turned, purple eyes burning as she stared back at the grinning hunter. "You're going to be next you smug lit-"
She barely had time to raise her hand, the whip coiling around her neck dragging her to the ground. Forcing her to submit, it was like Conquest all over again, but there would be no dissipation, no escape.
Only Oblivion it whispered in her mind as the world went black.
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When she came too again, she was alone, inside a narrow tube. She knew what it was, she had seen Lucien inside it. She was going to be weaponized. The first thing she did was move against the glass, but what happened, wasn't just pain, it was something deeper that seemed to devour the FEAR radiating off her left hand. She bounced off the back wall howling in agony as she realized no spot but the very cent of the chamber was safe. So she finally stood alone in the middle staring out towards the hunters looking back at her.
Some took notes, another pulled the broken body of the one she had assaulted out of the cage, but most importantly the one grinning stood right in front of her watching her every move with that same grin.
"I swear.... I know what happened to Red. We live inside those weapons." She crouched and leaned forward eyes flaring again as she watched him. "I will devour your kind, just like that weapon did to her. I don't know how, I don't know when. But I will kill every last person who lays a hand on me." She leaned forward more eyes burning with anger. "I'll make sure I'm not the weapon you want-"
-click-
The pain began, the FEAR in her eyes shooting outward as the device ripped her apart. It started with the easiest part first: Those eyes of FEAR. Almost the moment the click happened her screams started as the world vanished into darkness as her eyes quite literally where ripped apart and reformed into something else. Next was her arm, the flames that once lingered about it ripped away and the bone began to flake turning to dust and FEAR as the device ate away at it.
You heard her back then; you would be like her. You would die for good.
The voice whispered softly in her mind somewhere between all the screaming. Images of her life crawling through her head being stomped out one after another. All while the voice that had grown to be her self doubt carried on.
You wanted to be like Red, this is it. You will die, helpless to change anything.
She saw Shehk, out in a field by a moving projector for the first time. She remembered chasing the gnomes, every time Shehk wanted to catch a squirrel outside the window.
Did you think killing one lousy hunter would stop it? You saw them die, you know what would happen.
Israfel inside a class room arguing with a Demon, Braun? Braum? Some jack a** with wings and an attitude, insulting the poor boil. She remembered anger, feeling sympathy for the Siren and how the Demon lorded over him in her mind. Then it was gone, empty and void as her body continued to break apart.
All you did was prove what you where capable of, and look, you finally passed the test. They want to use you, like the weapon you always thought you where.
Siddie, in a maul. She was holding up outfit after outfit trying to find something that Sammy didn't dispise. She was so innocent back then. Back when the biggest worry was what Sammy would wear to the battle of the bands. When Sammy first realized just how cute the frilly little ghoul was.
You won't even be able to save anyone, no you'll be a weapon; turned against friends and loved ones with no hope to save them.
Every fight, every trial, every class. The things that made Sammy what she was, the endless days and nights lying beside Siddie in bed as she slept. The fear of losing everything after the Island, after Red, all of it was there and gone as quickly as she recalled it. Each memory ripped away just as her body was, flesh and muscle peeled away and burned into pure FEAR, or Insanity? She didn't know anymore. All that was left was leaking purple flames as the very core of everything she was ripped apart.
All you will know is Oblivion, I warned you, I welcomed you.
Slowly the FEAR shifted, the pain of her body fading as something twisted and turned. It condensed it's self, shrinking reforming, it was shaped like an arm. Inside of what ever it was Sammy could only faintly see the world before things started to fade to black again. The last memories in her mind, anger, hatred, violence even began to fade.
Welcome Samantha. Welcome to your biggest FEAR.
The world finally stilled, and the voice lingering in her mind finally vanished the last memory of the life before she was turned. Nothing reamained. Nothing but a hunger, a hatred, and anger that had no point, no guide. All consuming and devouring. It wanted to feed. It wanted to kill. It wanted to be wielded
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