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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 7:23 am
THE NIGHTMARE gaia_nitemareright [ The Strangers: ] You notice there is something wrong with your friends, their bodies are slowly showing strange signs of infection, tips of their fingers, eyes, arms, turning grey. At first it does not seem like a huge issue, until you notice from the corner of your eye the way they look at you, hungry, as you turn around, the way they move together, eerily in unison, the way they whisper to you, sparking your greatest paranoia. Your friends have been replaced by the Insanity, and you know it wont be long before it takes over them entirely your friends now only strange, mocking replicas. Even if you show your friends mercy, they begin to attack you, screaming and hissing about bringing you Home. Desperate, you fight them off, you realize you need to kill your friends and bring them peace. One by one, you take out each of your friends, as they chase you. One by one they turn to stone until there is only one left. Just one more person, you can do this.... You finally wake up, none of this is real, yet you feel as if you remember seeing a flash of grey tainting your friends. Can you really trust them?
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:30 am
Everyone had managed to survive the mission and they'd cleared the Island of the weird creatures. Dorm rooms were back in session, she had her wonderful flip flips on, and everything seemed at peace. People were finally coping with what had happened out there and how everyone had fought to save the world (without the world knowing) so it was only natural relief had set in and a need to celebrate was on everyone's minds. Ofelia was unpacking her stuff that she'd toted with her, some bandages and those weird tools she forgot to use, when a noise at the entry way caught her attention. A note showed up under her door shortly after she set her bag down, the figure who slipped it in vanishing rapidly before the teen even had a chance to listen to their footsteps and try to figure out who it was. With a sigh she walked over and lifted the paper, the scrawling writing explaining bluntly that a party was starting.
A party in Deus wasn't too weird considering everything else Ofelia had been through and the sun teen changed her clothing, the wounds on her chest surprisingly gone. It didn't even occur to her that she should still be wounded, that not enough time had passed for her to be healthy enough, but the fact that not even a scar remained didn't catch her attention. A party was going to happen, she would get to be with her friends, and everything would be wonderful. Hopefully there wouldn't be that cake like last time, she didn't want to have to clean up Cass again, and Ofelia started out the door into the hallway.
It went on for miles. All she could see around her was white and doors, the name plates that sat on them blurry for some reason. Ofelia rubbed at her eyes and found that her fake one was missing, a strange happening since she knew it survived the mission with her, but she figured since she wasn't wearing her patch it must have come out and fell somewhere in her room. With the party going on she didn't need to go and get it right away, and instead she started to skip down the long hallway towards the sound of voices and laughter. The sound of a guitar was playing too, perhaps that was Jerry? And who was that singing, maybe one of the girls? Ofelia knew many people, she was happy to call them friends, and with a joyous burst she rounded the corner to find nothing there.
There were no balloons, food. There was no music playing, no singing or laughter. In fact there were no tables, no chairs, and no people. Ofelia hadn't reached the room, she was still in the hall, and to her left and right were the doors. Each one opened all at once and her friends came out, smiles on their faces at first to see Ofelia. She smiled as well, mentioned the party, and to her delight was waved to follow them back towards the common area that she had reached-but-not reached.
Several of her friends went in front of her, talking between themselves in a voice she could not hear. It made her want to listen in, to lean closer, but as soon as she moved she felt the eyes on her back, always watching. It sent a shiver up her spine and Ofelia peeked over her shoulder. The same smiling faces greeted her though there was something wrong with their eyes. Everyone always had such lovely eyes, Ofelia enjoyed looking at them, but this time their eyes were grey and cold looking. She opened her mouth to mention it when a hand placed itself on her shoulder, cold and clammy grey fingers digging into her flesh with a grip unlike anything she'd felt before.
Suddenly everyone was turning grey all over their bodies, not just their hands and their eyes, and a cold trickle of fear ran down Ofelia's back. She could actually feel their hand, this wasn't a dream, and the way the others started to suddenly shift and move towards her prompted a scream. She wanted to be let go, she wanted to get away, but the hand wasn't releasing her at all despite her struggle. It only squeezed harder, it only started to crush the bones of her shoulder blade as though it was squeezing a toy. A rough shove backward from Ofelia and a kick from her leg sent it sprawling and set her free.
Ofelia started to run and run hard. The hallway was still long, littered with doors, and soon she found herself either back where she started or in a location she didn't know. One by one the names on the doorplates flickered away, leaving them blank, and Ofelia tugged on the door that her name in vain, unable to open it despite having left it unlocked. She could see a shadow beneath the frame, had someone gotten in and locked her out? Was she. . . .going to die here?
Rue! Rue! For the first time she head her own voice, everything else had just seemed a blur or had been muted beyond her range of hearing. She was calling for her weapon but nothing happened, the bracelet on her wrist gone. How could she not have noticed it? How could something so important have gone missing without her even flinching at the difference? Rue! The figures were getting closer, still moving in sync and still wearing the faces of her friends. They were screaming at her, calling words she didn't understand save for the phrase home, and even though she kept calling for Rue the weapon wasn't there, there was nothing but a cold silence inside her mind. The screaming of her voice was the only thing she heard.
And then they were upon her, one at a time, pulling her hair and grabbing at her limbs. She would have bruises with fingerprints in them if she survived though the pain was intense, unbearable. Her FEAR shield had always helped but without Rue she was nothing, without Rue her cocky attitude had been reduced to screaming like a child and flailing. A hard kick from her foot caught one of the creatures wearing a girl's face - Sasha, perhaps? in the chin and snapped her neck backwards. It was a sickening sound, Ofelia could see the bone, and right before her eyes the body changed to stone and froze. A few hands released her as if unsure of what was going on and to her left a nameplate filled itself on the door. It was written in blood, it had the stone-person's name, and Ofelia shook her head in terror. She'd killed someone to survive, these things were not her friends and they were now regrouping, so she had only one option left.
She would have to run and kill them off, one by one. She would be the last one standing in the end, so help her God, and Ofelia took off again down the hallway. The grey bodies moved in unison, their steps easily overtaking her pace.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:56 am
THE DEATH OF WILLIAM REID
One by one she would lead them to her, one by one she would need to take them out with her wits, her bare hands, or anything else she happened to come across along the way. The grounds of the dorms was familiar territory to the teen, she had gotten lost enough that she knew all the nooks and crannies that made for wonderful hiding places. She could shimmy through a vent like a squirrel moved through trees and it was just what she did to lose the main horde of them, a feat she would have celebrated were it not for the fact that as soon she pushed the grate open a set of large hands grabbed her about the neck. Ofelia let out a terrible scream as she was lifted like a doll from the ground and she kicked and twisted, her hands not strong enough to pull the figure's grip from her throat.
It was Rep, or at least the figure pretending to be Rep. It had his look except for all the grey and, for a moment of dark gallows humor, Ofelia thought at the very least it had his personality and general feelings towards her. Her eyes were starting to water as she kicked and flailed, a painful sensation starting to burn across her chest. The wound that had vanished suddenly reappeared, one of the grey-Rep's hands moving from her neck to dig a finger into her torso. It scraped it along without any hesitation or resistance, cutting Ofelia's skin and muscles like butter, and as her blood started to pour out in a gusher she screamed again and bit down onto the hand that still held her. She was released, dropping to the ground without bracing herself, and she lay wheezing for a moment as the grey-Rep took a moment to recover.
I am going to die here. The thought had occurred to her while she was running the first time. She had told herself she would need to kill them but how could she do that if they were stronger and faster? How could she kill something that just ripped her apart like tissue paper? All Ofelia could feel was terror and all she could taste and smell was blood. It was a mixture of her own, spewing still, and a mixture of the blood from the hand that was slowly approaching her again. I don't want to die. I will not die like this. Her thoughts were clear even if she was still screaming from pain and the grey-Rep was drawing closer. He was at her side now, bending down to finish her off, and Ofelia said a small word of apology before she swiftly moved up and dug her teeth into his throat.
The skin tone might have been grey but if biting his hand had shown her anything he could still be torn apart with something as simple as teeth. Her bite closed down and she pulled herself back as hard as should could, a chunk of flesh between her teeth and inside her mouth. The mound was spit to the side as the grey-Rep staggered backwards, a stream of blood pulsing from where she'd torn into the artery in his neck. It swiped at her pointlessly, unable to control it's movements, and Ofelia had him over her enough that her hands could move up and tear into his throat with her fingers. They dug in deeply and she pulled at whatever she could grab, whatever she could hold, and the spray of blood turned into a shower that coated her in a fine red mist. Rep was breathing his last - no not Rep, a fake Rep, and Ofelia had seen him to it. All the color started to fade as he turned from the grey into stone, same as the girl from before, and Ofelia cried out as she tried to push herself to her feet.
She had killed one of them, only one, and had taken a great wound for it. Her head was spinning from the pain, her body likely going into shock, and she staggered to stay upright as she heard the sound of two more of the creatures approaching. They were down the hall, not to her position yet, and Ofelia thanked some form of deity for that as she collapsed to her knees and vomited everywhere. The flesh and blood had made her sick, her body was not holding up. Ofelia didn't want to die here, not like this.
And then there were two more upon her and she didn't have the choice anymore.
THE DEATH OF BIX, THE DEATH OF JORDAN
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