[ US German Embassy: Charlotte, North Carolina ]
[ December 12, 2048 ]
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[ December 12, 2048 ]
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She threw her head back and opened her mouth before pulling Seans head to the side and biting deep into his neck. Sean let out a hollow gasp and struggled against her, but Gabbi held on tightly, only letting her muffled sobs to be heard. Udo struggled and cried for her to stop, but sound and sight was meaningless to her at the moment; all she had was the taste of arterial life being absorbed by her fangs, the touch of Sean's body growning weaker as life left him, and the screaming ping in her mind urging her to continue.
"Marvelous. It works so well. Look at her. Even now she fights it, but she can do nothing. Her will to live is now strong, and she like you, is cured."
Gabbi had sunk to the ground with Sean's body still clutched tightly. Finally, with a wide gasp, Gabbi released his neck. Almost immediatly her sobs became open weeping as she rocked back and forth on the ground with Sean in her arms. Schilling looked to Katja in the corner. She was still curled up in the corner.
"There is more to be had my dear. She surely didn't take it all. And then we still have this one." He offered, gesturing to Damien's body. "Or must I watch my daughter suffer."
Katja looked up with a snap.
"I am not your daughter!" She said before standing. "My father was a good man. Who helped people. You only know how to hurt."
"Yes. Your mother thought so too. It was a shame that she couldn't be cured. She was weak." He replied with a smirk.
"You killed her didn't you!?"
"She threatened to take you away, but I couldn't allow it. I needed you. It's better this way."
Gabbi looked up from Sean to the doctor as he described his deeds with such disheart. She was no longer filled with the cravings, and now that Sean's blood had been successfully transfused, the Serums restorative properties had bolstered her strength again; she was focused and herself again, but now she wanted revenge. To make pay the source of this devilry that could condemn a person to murder. Katja had moved forward in front of the desk next to Gabbi. She had let too much of the bloody imagery permiate her mind and now she craved the sustainence she lacked.
"Do you see how it has made her strong? Don't let yourself suffer." Schilling urged. Gabbi stood up and looked at Katja before wiping her mouth with her hand and smearing it against her skirt.
"That's right, Katja. It made me strong. You have to do it." She looked into her eyes with a fire.
"The creator's blood be spilled this day, and sin be washed away."
Katja returned Gabbi's gaze as she processed her words and nodded before looking back at her father.
"It must be done." Katja said solemnly before making a slow approach towards Damien's body.
"Stop! Don't!" Udo plead as he began to struggle against the gaurd again. He pushed and kicked his feet against the ground as pushed and squirmed to free himself. Molly was still awstruck by once again witnessing a blood bath, courtesy of Dr. Schilling; she made little attempts to struggle, but was ready for the smallest falter in her capture's security, but Katja continued.
"Good. You will see soon." Schilling praised.
"Yes. I will see soon." Katja droned as she neared.
She looked down at Damien's body and paused; a puddle had formed around his head and his skin was noticable pale.
"What are you waiting for!?" The doctor asked, triggering a lightning reflex from his daughter.
She lunged at her father and pressed an open palm against his throat as she forced him to the door. Her other hand grabbed his wrist and pounded against the door to release the gun; it fell to the ground with a metallic thud. One of the gaurds holding Molly released a hand to grab his side arm, providing her the oppourtunity she needed. She pulled an elbow free and lunged it deep into the man's stomach; he rolled to the ground in a heap as the other gaurd attempted to subdue Molly. He places a hand on his holster, but the impact of a flash of blonde slamming into his stomach and driving his to the ground disfixiated him. Gabbi used a simple strong right to knock the man unconscious before taking his gun.
Meanwhile, Udo continued to struggle, but the man held strong. It drove him to a point of frustration as all he could think of was slamming the man into the wall behind them. Then, as by some unseen force, Udo felt pulled as given the strength to accomplish those ends. His entire body slid back pushing the man back into the wall with enough force for him to release Udo. He followed with a strong elbow to the stomach to finish him off.
Katja held Dr. Schilling against the wall. Her eyes burned, and after a moment, she had actually lifted him off the ground a few inches. Still, despite his situation, Schilling remained focused on his maniacal work.
"Wonderful." He forced painfully. "Prefer the living do we?"
She didn't respond; instead, she looked into his eyes, or rather the glare of the glass in front of them. She'd had enough of his poisonous words, and the device Dr. Schilling had so graciously implanted was firing in toe.
Like a levee breaking, she let go. She dropped him and let go of his throat. He coughed slightly before looking up at the cold and still stare she penetrated with. He straightened his posture and time seemed to still before Katja curled her lip and bit deep into his neck. He release a quick howl and slapped his arms against the wall; he didn't struggle against her, in fact it seemed he exerted incredible will to keep himself from fighting her. Before long his tensed appearance wavered and he fell weak and finally limp, forcing Katja to support his weight as she finished.
"Marvelous. It works so well. Look at her. Even now she fights it, but she can do nothing. Her will to live is now strong, and she like you, is cured."
Gabbi had sunk to the ground with Sean's body still clutched tightly. Finally, with a wide gasp, Gabbi released his neck. Almost immediatly her sobs became open weeping as she rocked back and forth on the ground with Sean in her arms. Schilling looked to Katja in the corner. She was still curled up in the corner.
"There is more to be had my dear. She surely didn't take it all. And then we still have this one." He offered, gesturing to Damien's body. "Or must I watch my daughter suffer."
Katja looked up with a snap.
"I am not your daughter!" She said before standing. "My father was a good man. Who helped people. You only know how to hurt."
"Yes. Your mother thought so too. It was a shame that she couldn't be cured. She was weak." He replied with a smirk.
"You killed her didn't you!?"
"She threatened to take you away, but I couldn't allow it. I needed you. It's better this way."
Gabbi looked up from Sean to the doctor as he described his deeds with such disheart. She was no longer filled with the cravings, and now that Sean's blood had been successfully transfused, the Serums restorative properties had bolstered her strength again; she was focused and herself again, but now she wanted revenge. To make pay the source of this devilry that could condemn a person to murder. Katja had moved forward in front of the desk next to Gabbi. She had let too much of the bloody imagery permiate her mind and now she craved the sustainence she lacked.
"Do you see how it has made her strong? Don't let yourself suffer." Schilling urged. Gabbi stood up and looked at Katja before wiping her mouth with her hand and smearing it against her skirt.
"That's right, Katja. It made me strong. You have to do it." She looked into her eyes with a fire.
"The creator's blood be spilled this day, and sin be washed away."
Katja returned Gabbi's gaze as she processed her words and nodded before looking back at her father.
"It must be done." Katja said solemnly before making a slow approach towards Damien's body.
"Stop! Don't!" Udo plead as he began to struggle against the gaurd again. He pushed and kicked his feet against the ground as pushed and squirmed to free himself. Molly was still awstruck by once again witnessing a blood bath, courtesy of Dr. Schilling; she made little attempts to struggle, but was ready for the smallest falter in her capture's security, but Katja continued.
"Good. You will see soon." Schilling praised.
"Yes. I will see soon." Katja droned as she neared.
She looked down at Damien's body and paused; a puddle had formed around his head and his skin was noticable pale.
"What are you waiting for!?" The doctor asked, triggering a lightning reflex from his daughter.
She lunged at her father and pressed an open palm against his throat as she forced him to the door. Her other hand grabbed his wrist and pounded against the door to release the gun; it fell to the ground with a metallic thud. One of the gaurds holding Molly released a hand to grab his side arm, providing her the oppourtunity she needed. She pulled an elbow free and lunged it deep into the man's stomach; he rolled to the ground in a heap as the other gaurd attempted to subdue Molly. He places a hand on his holster, but the impact of a flash of blonde slamming into his stomach and driving his to the ground disfixiated him. Gabbi used a simple strong right to knock the man unconscious before taking his gun.
Meanwhile, Udo continued to struggle, but the man held strong. It drove him to a point of frustration as all he could think of was slamming the man into the wall behind them. Then, as by some unseen force, Udo felt pulled as given the strength to accomplish those ends. His entire body slid back pushing the man back into the wall with enough force for him to release Udo. He followed with a strong elbow to the stomach to finish him off.
Katja held Dr. Schilling against the wall. Her eyes burned, and after a moment, she had actually lifted him off the ground a few inches. Still, despite his situation, Schilling remained focused on his maniacal work.
"Wonderful." He forced painfully. "Prefer the living do we?"
She didn't respond; instead, she looked into his eyes, or rather the glare of the glass in front of them. She'd had enough of his poisonous words, and the device Dr. Schilling had so graciously implanted was firing in toe.
Like a levee breaking, she let go. She dropped him and let go of his throat. He coughed slightly before looking up at the cold and still stare she penetrated with. He straightened his posture and time seemed to still before Katja curled her lip and bit deep into his neck. He release a quick howl and slapped his arms against the wall; he didn't struggle against her, in fact it seemed he exerted incredible will to keep himself from fighting her. Before long his tensed appearance wavered and he fell weak and finally limp, forcing Katja to support his weight as she finished.
The Hemophage; it was both a cure and a curse. For a lucky few, it was a saving grace, a last hope that could deliver them from the hands of death and into a life they would have never known otherwise, but an advancement of medical science of this magnitude, never came without risks -- or side-effects.
You [the player] once had a life; a family perhaps, or a budding career, but nature deals a hand that is most cruel at times. You had a life, but your illness saw to the longevity of your existence and now you wait on your death-bed for the reaper to come and claim his prize an end your suffering. But on last angel of mercy beckons to call you back into the light. From your bed, you are visited by a tall man in black, who passes into your possession a black envelope.
"You don't have to die like this; there is still hope. -- Open it; discuss it with your family" He instructs you curtly in your native language, before receding back into the shadows.
Within the envelope, a simple document slips into your lap. You open the tri-folded document, reading the header:
Clinical Trial
Doctor Alvin Schilling
Doctor Alvin Schilling
The document continues to elaborate on the specifics of a program that promises to cure you ailments, and return the life you once had but gave up to nature's cruel fates. In addition to the claims made, the invitation also puts in no uncertain terms that simply your condition alone qualifies you to participate in the trial, free of charge. After discussing it with those you care for most, you decide to sign the document enclosed, mailing it off the following morning.
A few weeks later, your condition all the more worse for the time, you are revisited by the same tall man in black, this time, a filled syringe in his hand. He says not a word as he approaches you, and plunges the dose of tranquilizers into your blood. You pass out in seconds as the potent chemicals coarse feverishly through your blood. You wake to find yourself in a simple white hospital room, lying on a cold, metal examination table. Attempts to move reveal you are bound to the table at both your hands and feet, as well as a sturdy strap across your forehead. Your attempts to call out fall on deaf ears, but eventually the sound of an out of view door opening, followed by the murmur of conversation, breaks the maddening silence.
The man would be impossible to forget. His features were old and crusty, like he had been worn away by a life of trial and suffrage; he wore round glasses that hid his eyes behind matching glares that never seemed to leave no matter which angle the light hit them. His accent was thick, from Germany or Austria perhaps, but he spoke with flawless tact and execution as he assured you everything would be fine. Still, he didn't wait before taking a larger syringe from his assistant; the chamber was filled with a black, viscus substance, that almost seemed to have a life of it's own inside it's container. With unceremonious precision, he slams the needle into your sternum, piercing your rib-cage before plunging the chamber clear into your heart. The pain was instant, and the necessity of the restraints became evident along with the intensity of the pain. At first attributed to the needle, it becomes apparent once it was gone, that the seizing pain that seemed to rob you of all life and breath was due to the substance he'd put within. It's only moments before it becomes too much to bear, and you pass out once again...
