The snapping of the hammer, from the revolver, begins to fade away as the man starts to scream hysterically. Quickly firing the butt of your rifle towards your shoulder you bring yourself to a halt as your finger regrettably pulls away from the trigger. You bring your attention towards Sven. The mans eyes grew close to their bounds as he turned his shaky head towards his destroyed shoulder. A trembling, converted, left hand slowly makes its way towards the gaping hole in his shoulder. Levin begins to lose his composure, and footing, as his legs gave way and fell to his knees. As his face went flush, and sweat began to pool above his brow, he tried to dig deep, within himself, to fight the pain as he begins to grit his teeth. The grinding noise is noticeable, even over the screaming from the man on the wall, as a trickle of blood creeps from the corner of his jowls. Saliva, and life essence, mix as your partners jaw opens slowly in an attempt to scream in pain. A mere rasp of breath escapes the confines of his chest, however, as he topples over on his back. A few moments pass as his breathing weakens and becomes barely noticeable when you see several tiny tendrils begin to wiggle free from the ravaged wound. They grow in length, quickly, as they seem to be struggling to reach the other side of Svens arm. Curiously you bump the limp limb, with your heel, towards the flailing piece of tissue. When the wrecked appendage was close enough one of the tentacles snapped to the ripped flesh as the others twisted their way around the makeshift bridge. Svens upper body jerks, slightly, as the smaller appendages harshly pull together and get to work. Levins body starts to secrete a horribly smelling substance that seems to be acting like a glue on the edges of the wound. The exposed area of skin starts to change color that matches his entire left arm. His muscles subtly pulse before skin begins to tear. The entire process engulfs the length of his shoulder to the tips of his fingers. Just like his shattered shoulder the same substance coats the appendage and slowly hardens into something just shy of its converted counterpart. Suddenly Svens hand, and forearm, raise just barely above the surface of the blood soaked ground and slams his fingertips into the concrete. Using the new anchor point for support his hand clenches making his forearm bulge and crack the new coated surface. Next a darker, more abrasive, thicker substance quickly makes its way towards the elbow then shoulder. In roughly a quarter of the time, the first batch took to harden, this liquid became a stiff, rigid, and jagged crust akin to that of the other converted bodies youve encountered. Your injured partners breathing comes back violently as he quickly leans forward with a dull empty gaze. Its getting harder and harder to hold this back comrade. For the time being, however, I shall take you as far as I can for as long as I can hold on. He says with a tired voice being overlaid by a darker, more lusting, tone. He stares at his newly violated palm, clenching and releasing, before moving it about here and there. Taking his time, to his feet, he hears your hands gripping your rifle. You need not worry... I have control.. He mumbles with his dark passenger echoing on top of every word. Your otherwise calm demeanor simply points towards the man, at the end of the hallway who is still yelling, and calmly orders, Prove it.. Levin, without hesitation, proceeds down the walkway towards your ordered target. Gradually stepping over the dismembered combat suits and debris from before. Now face to face with the man that destroyed his shoulder. His assailant continues, still, to pull the trigger trying with everything he has left to fend off his attacker. Swiping back and forth, Sven stands just out of reach, as his neck pops, bending to one side, as he stares at him. The man begins to swipe back and forth frantically, heaving with every breath. Svens contorted hand slowly reaches out and takes hold of the scared mans wrist and begins to squeeze. Soon the armor around his wrist begins to crack and moan before giving way completely. Blood, splattering your partners chest and face, the victim cries no more as he begins staring into Svens eyes. As you walk closer you take notice of Levins free hand twitching, as if hungry, before it lunges into the armored chest plate. The indents of the metal start to sprout hairline cracks while he brings his other, mutilated, arm up and begins to pull away the mans protection. Suddenly your partner rips away the shield protecting the man and starts a soft hissing before plunging his entire arm into his body. The guards eyes roll deeply into the back of his head just before a spider web of deep cracks fill the wall behind him. Calmly, and quietly, you raise your rifle and point it at the back of his skull. Svens head tilts from side to side as it grows closer to the body almost as if hes curious about what hes done. Bringing your finger to rest, on the trigger, Sven jerks his head to the side with a devilish look on his face. Your eyebrow twitches just before his free, right arm, launches backward and straight for you. Reacting quickly the end or he rifle meets his wrist and guides it astray. Your partners momentum leaving the front of his body facing yours with his deflected, arcing, arm high in the air. With the power to match the grace of your defense the forefront of your weapon slams into the mans jaw just before you step back calmly and fire two shots into each leg. Releasing a growl of disappointment you sigh sadly. Sven.. you mutter.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 18:49:01 +0000
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