Nikolai continues to sit calmly staring at you with a face devoid of any tell. A gentle swirl of his warm liquid stands to be the only movement in the room as unseen auras clash tightening the offices atmosphere. Your body begins to hunch over as blood continues to slowly cascade around your frame. A dying left arm hovers quietly over the floor as the subtle sound of droplets fall into the same spot on the very expensive carpet. Your lungs are filling with your life blood threatening to drown you where you stand while the same liquid creeps into the corner of your eye. Regis takes a long draw away from his cigar accompanied by a dull click that jerks your right hand. You see through his shaped beard a small treacherous smirk as he heaves a cloud of smoke into the air and stands. A favored, polished, weapon comes into view with the hammer calmly drawn back. Nikolai calmly lays his finger along the side of the trigger before your fingertips rigidly bend and your lungs fight for a valuable breath. A tired right leg shifts backward ready to move when needed. Every man has a point thats broken or fought for Darius. It seems yours has been justly ravaged for. At what cost however? Your dying. the man says making his way around the side of the desk before sitting in the middle with his legs crossed and hands slyly on top one another. he pulls the handgun up towards you, in presentation, before saying, This gun hasnt been fired since your were taken away to that facility. But I have kept it clean just for you for such an occasion. Your exhale sounds like a hiss of irritation. But you should know I need not get my hands dirty. I have others for that. He says as a finger gingerly slides along the desktop revealing a hidden pathway. Behind the doorway stands a man in a black uniform and matching mask. The respirator hums along with the mans breathing. Several small instruments are lined neatly along his belt. A standard issue sidearm, that looks like its seen its fair share of combat, lays strapped to the side of his thigh. His clothing appears to be worn in over the test of time. You even take note of his stained fingertips lightly painted with a red tint. What skin you can see is covered, randomly, with scars and metal stitches. This new body quietly makes his way into the room to stand beside the General with a rather casual stance. Both you and the Blood Hound can sense the man is assessing you from top to bottom and is leaving nothing to chance despite how he appears. I find that in times like this that irony holds a small amount of input. You tried to kill me all those years ago and I shot you with this weapon. He says branching his hand over towards the soldier standing next to him. The ghostly man takes a hold of the weapon and starts to walk towards you. Nikolai pulls his glass to the run of his lip and takes a small gulp of his aged substance. Appearing entertained at the sight he sits comfortably, on his desk, as he watches the scene unfold. You posture as much as you can as the man stands just out of arms reach and cryptically brings the gun to bare, trained, between your eyes. Several beeping noises come from the comm on the desk and Regis gently waves then away, Now if you dont mind hurrying this along I have some important matters to attend to. It appears your handler is moving a mass of infected that needs addressing to. Says the clearly bored man. He even turns his back to walk back behind the desk leaving you and this man alone im your own, small, world of choice. Suddenly the man opens his palm, leaving the finger in the trigger guard, and lets the firearm rotate. He twists his hand giving you clear grip of the handle. That sadistic smile comes back again as you and the Hound take hold of the item and sluggishly shuffle towards the General. Your hand itches for the opportunity to strike back on the trigger but you wait for him to start turning towards you. Nikolai turns his face towards you with wide eyes as you easily pull the trigger destroying the mans jaw. Tossing the gun backwards, and to the man behind you, A cough clears your parched throat leading you to ask him, Have you ever wondered why, despite everthing youve tried to do to me, things never go your way? Its almost like I know whats going to happen doesnt it? The General collapses against the wall behind his desk gurgling through blood and air trying to yell in pain. His hands fumbling with the gaping wound across his jowl. As you creep slowly around the side of the desk the injured mans feet push frantically as he tries to get away from you. Following the blood trail Regis finds himself cornered with nowhere else to go knocking books down from the shelves next to him. A stray heel heads towards your face but is quickly palmed by a tired and weary hand. The Hound scoffs at the weak integrity of his body before pulling down harshly and snapping the Generals knee. You take a handful of the bloody mess that is his jaw and muffle the sounds of painful agony and begin to squeeze. Trying to ease the pain, himself, his hands clamp down on your powerful arm and help pull himself to some disabled semblance of standing. Ive known all along what your plans have been. How else was Sven and I able to find food and munitions? Knew where to stay away from and what we could handle? Your demon of a ghost here, Pazu Zuryn, has given me a very... Very detailed instructional on all of your plans. you say closely to his ear. You can hear the small clicking of heels hitting the ground rather feverishly as they enter the office. General Regis!? the small framed woman exclaims. Your blood soak face critically turns to face the smaller looking medic. And who may this be Zuryn? you ask still sternly holding Nikolai to the wall. She manages to squeak her name from her throat at the site of your deathly damaged body, A-a-andrea Laurent. Im the assisting medical supervisor for the professional staff... Your jowls break a horrendous smile at the site of such a tantalizing body. Well then I will be right with you in a moment. you say with a merry tone, turning back towards your prey. A moment of silence is taken as you take in the site of this man crying. Tears seperating the vital fluid smeared on his cheek. Shaky hands gripping your forearm as tightly as they can muster. His breathe stuttering alongside the weeping. Drawing in a deep amount of air your hand tightens as you tell the man, Keep those eyes open. You pull back bringing his ear even with yours and with the last amount of strength surge forward destroying the mans skull splattering the contents up, and around, the wall. A spiderweb of cracks in the designer marble sprint every which way before coming to a halt. The Hound pulls your hand away from the broken body letting life essence trickle down to the floor. Your fingers twitch and flex for a moment. Calm. Turning to take a seat the air escapes from the cushions as you fall into the chair. There is no sound. The medics mouth is moving but you cannot hear anything. Your heavy eyes close for a moment and the softening sight of your calming tree, and stream, wash a sense of clarity over your body. A whistling tone slowly comes to your ears. Wind batters the leaves and petals around your broken body while a cool afternoon air begins drying the liquids on your skin. Now what Darius? says Evelyn. Its easier to speak this time around. Nothing keeping your mouth dry and hard of speech. You turn slowly to see the woman walking calmly towards you. A saddened, shaky, hand grabs yours and leads you to the base of the tree just shy of the stream. You watch as she leans against the tree and comes to a rest gently pulling your hand downwards. You oblige and lay your blood cover cheek against her thigh. Your ears perk slightly to the sound of her stuttering breath. Youre so stubborn you know that..? Carelessly hurting yourself. You know I need you to live.. She says in a shallow tone. You can tell shes upset and nestle your head closer to her lap as she begins stroking your jawline. Shes afraid of showing you that she is scared of losing you but remains strong in her tone. You know I wont die that easily. These things... They were needed and had to be done. you murmur. She draws in a deep sigh before looking at you, I dont want you dead Darius.. I blame myself for the pain thats been caused and done to you over the passing years. Had I not found you and brought you onto the fold none of this wouldve happened to you.. And yet Im not willing to let go of you.. Ive cut our binding and yet I still yearn for you to be apart of world. You move slightly to look her head on and deeply into her eyes and ask her, You would still have me convert despite our past and the things that have happened? Her eyes go blank for a moment. You raise your body to stand sluggishly and inquire further as a single tear falls slowly from her eye, What is it Evelyn? Craning her neck she looks at you sadly and answers you, Youve been my sword for so long. Carving a piece of me to always be your sheath.. A twitch in your neck, and hand, alert her to something changing in your body. A deeper tone finds itd way from your throat as the Blood Hound forces his way in your world. You would keep this husk of a body and mind? Things are changing lady Iras and I will be the one to change them now that I have control over the Syndicate. Without skipping a beat Evelyn becomes more stern and colder in her choice of words, If you would not be with me what would be your will? Your body stands quiet for a moment. The rustling of petals and the sifting of the stream wash over your senses. The Hound breaks the silence with a straightforward answer, This infection threatens my very life, as well as everyone else. But you know the both of us... I stand to let nothing take mine. Unlike your Darius. Slightly stricken, Iras sniffs and wipes her nose calmly and looks at you with the burning gaze of the Queen. Most unameniable... Where is my Darius? she says with a hint of venom. Feeling your eyes dilate a little your dark passenger matches her painful words with his own, I have taken care of him.. Evelyn... he wasnt strong enough. I told him the moment I could take control of him I would. This body belongs to me. The whisper of your voice echoes in her ears as her heart skips. A weakened gaze meanders to and fro searching for you as she says with a whimper, Darius... Your stronger than this.. Again a silence takes hold of the atmosphere as the Queen stands and makes her way towards you. Her eyes take in all of your body. Your frame is a painful sight. The eye that has closed shut squeezes to stay that way. The skin of your left shoulder is, perhaps, the only thing holding the limb in place as your life essence continues to cascade from the wound. He can tell your favoring your sides from the broken ribs and listens closely to your breathing from the stab wounds. So I have no choice then? If I were to stop.. Essentially cease my spread of the infection.. Could I have Darius back once again..? She asks somberly. The Blood Hound stands his ground as she makes her way closer, I would have to say that neither you nor Darius has a say in the matter. With a scoff, under her breath, she cant help but feel this extra body that has invaded their word is to stubborn to be reasoned with. She however reaches a cupped hand to the side of your face thinking to herself, There are no words I can say for the beast... Only a touch, that of which, I can hope will remind the man.. The Hound feels in control as a smile pries of way onto a stained cheek. .I can still hear you Evelyn.. says your thoughts in her mind. Iras eye swell with tears at the feeling of your minds voice swashing over her letting her know your still there. ...Darius. Her hands continue to survey your wounds as you continue to speak with her, Hes right.. This body needs to be taken care of otherwise I will not be able to take control again. Its hard enough to hide this projection from him as is but I know he will never allow you near him to help. Her head dips slightly in understanding. Then I will grant you the time needed to be taken care of so that you may regain control again. she says aloud for the foreign body to hear. His mind falls into confusion for a moment as her hand trails to the middle of your chest. He dips his eye to match hers as she brings it back for full view with a slight tilt and sheepish smile. Its time for us to go... Beast.. Do as you will but I will remind you: Im nothing to be trifled with. You will have to earn your place. A chuckle fills the air from the Hounds amusement. You can feel whats going to happen and share nothing to the change. The pilot to your body has his eye closed and slowly opens it to notice Evelyns hand has changed back into the sharp weapon that it is just before plunging it into your chest. Now wake up! she screams with malice. The Blood Hound steps back quickly as your vision begins to blur. Her fingertips slide smoothly away from the wound and appear to be held out and open as if saying goodbye. A searing pain rips through your ears as your eyesight goes dark. Caustic words fill the darkness, You knew she would do that didnt you you slag.. Rather deceptive of you. In the limbo of lacking light and atmosphere you blink your eyes to see yourself. Torn, beaten, pained, and angry a body stands idle in front of you. Darker bags sit under his eyes giving you reason to believe this is your doppelganger. I will kill your Queen and purge This infection. he says harshly walking to you. You can try.. you start to say before your mirror image strikes you hellishly in the jaw drawing back the darkness once again.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 21:00:30 +0000
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