Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round One: Alpha Complex!]
06-19-2010, 03:31 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
Maxwell lazily drew his eyes open. he found himself in a dimly lit room, multi-coloured paint was strewn all across the walls; a thick scent of marijuana permeated the smoke filled air. "Hey I think he's coming too, hey little guy, welcome to, like the Mystics and, stuff." Maxwell attempted to move, but found himself tied to a chair; he looked around his body, unable to find Sikarius, "Wha-? What's going on?" A crowd began gathering round the bound boy, all of them with dazed expressions and glazed eyes, panic began to set into Maxwell "What happening?! Who are you?!"
"Chill dude." One of them said in a contrastingly calm manner, we just figured that, wormy thing, might, y'know, go all "˜bluh' and shit." The other one piped up, a poorly wrapped cigarette dripped from his mouth, "We just want you to do this thing for us."
"Thing?! What thing?"
"No its really simple, like, a baby could do this so, you won't even break a sweat. Y'see, Everyone in this entire complex doesn't understand what we do, and we find that really saddening, it's like, awww." The clearly inebriated man goes into some kind of trance as he trails off, the other continues for him.
"So, we want you to enlighten the complex." He held up a syringe with a luminous liquid inside, "like, put this stuff in the water supplies, and everyone will know what we feel, it'll be awesome."
Maxwell stares at the pair, dumbfounded at there suggestion. "Drug the place? No! I'm not doing that! People could get hurt!"
"Duuude, give him a sample!" The man injects Maxwell with the syringe, the glowing liquid entering his system, He begins shaking violently, in an attempt to break free. "Ahh! No! What is that?! What is thhhaaa…" Maxwell trails off as we simple stares at the past the two men, his pupils impossibly wide. "I-ahh-wow. Err, heh, I never knew colours like that existed, this is… I don't know!" He begins quietly giggling to himself as he views round the room in amazement.
"Excellent man! So you'll do it then kid?"
"Whu-?" Maxwell returns his idiotic gaze towards the Mystics' member. "OH" Yeah man! This stuuuuff... it's like a firework show in my eyes man, everyone should try this stuff! I, err, have a, tiiiny complaint If I'm allowed to say?"
"Oh yeah?" The man said, "I'm always open for constructive feedback, what is it, not string enough?"
"No, no, no, no man, its just, heh heh, that.-"Maxwell's spaced out expression was replaced with one of steely resolve and seriousness.
"It doesn't work on the dead."
Sikarius burst out of Maxwell's stomach, grabbing the stoner's neck and ripping it to shreds. Blood and bile are sprayed all around like a pressure hose. Maxwell rises up, his hands crack into an impossible position to slide out of his bonds. The Mystic members simply stand there, bemused at the death of one of there compatriots.
"Not bad acting, boy." Sikarius finally speaks, moving from the gaping hole in his stomach to his usual place on Maxwell's shoulder. "Perhaps you are not so useless after all!"
"Hey. I promised you some blood." Maxwell raises his arm as a sharp, sword like bone pierced through his wrist, his eyes were unchanging, like one belonging to a murderer. "It's time to make good on that promise."
Outside a gun metal grey door, screams emanate out and into the hollow corridors. Blood poured from the bottom, while smoke escaped from the top. Eventually the cacophony of sound came to an abrupt end, the door slowly swung open. Maxwell calmly walked out, his entire body a complete crimson. He marched down the corridor, a sickening smile strewn across his face.
"My, my. How exaggerated of you"
"But of course. I can't join other teams, i'm the loyalty officer. I need to make a good impression."
Maxwell lazily drew his eyes open. he found himself in a dimly lit room, multi-coloured paint was strewn all across the walls; a thick scent of marijuana permeated the smoke filled air. "Hey I think he's coming too, hey little guy, welcome to, like the Mystics and, stuff." Maxwell attempted to move, but found himself tied to a chair; he looked around his body, unable to find Sikarius, "Wha-? What's going on?" A crowd began gathering round the bound boy, all of them with dazed expressions and glazed eyes, panic began to set into Maxwell "What happening?! Who are you?!"
"Chill dude." One of them said in a contrastingly calm manner, we just figured that, wormy thing, might, y'know, go all "˜bluh' and shit." The other one piped up, a poorly wrapped cigarette dripped from his mouth, "We just want you to do this thing for us."
"Thing?! What thing?"
"No its really simple, like, a baby could do this so, you won't even break a sweat. Y'see, Everyone in this entire complex doesn't understand what we do, and we find that really saddening, it's like, awww." The clearly inebriated man goes into some kind of trance as he trails off, the other continues for him.
"So, we want you to enlighten the complex." He held up a syringe with a luminous liquid inside, "like, put this stuff in the water supplies, and everyone will know what we feel, it'll be awesome."
Maxwell stares at the pair, dumbfounded at there suggestion. "Drug the place? No! I'm not doing that! People could get hurt!"
"Duuude, give him a sample!" The man injects Maxwell with the syringe, the glowing liquid entering his system, He begins shaking violently, in an attempt to break free. "Ahh! No! What is that?! What is thhhaaa…" Maxwell trails off as we simple stares at the past the two men, his pupils impossibly wide. "I-ahh-wow. Err, heh, I never knew colours like that existed, this is… I don't know!" He begins quietly giggling to himself as he views round the room in amazement.
"Excellent man! So you'll do it then kid?"
"Whu-?" Maxwell returns his idiotic gaze towards the Mystics' member. "OH" Yeah man! This stuuuuff... it's like a firework show in my eyes man, everyone should try this stuff! I, err, have a, tiiiny complaint If I'm allowed to say?"
"Oh yeah?" The man said, "I'm always open for constructive feedback, what is it, not string enough?"
"No, no, no, no man, its just, heh heh, that.-"Maxwell's spaced out expression was replaced with one of steely resolve and seriousness.
"It doesn't work on the dead."
Sikarius burst out of Maxwell's stomach, grabbing the stoner's neck and ripping it to shreds. Blood and bile are sprayed all around like a pressure hose. Maxwell rises up, his hands crack into an impossible position to slide out of his bonds. The Mystic members simply stand there, bemused at the death of one of there compatriots.
"Not bad acting, boy." Sikarius finally speaks, moving from the gaping hole in his stomach to his usual place on Maxwell's shoulder. "Perhaps you are not so useless after all!"
"Hey. I promised you some blood." Maxwell raises his arm as a sharp, sword like bone pierced through his wrist, his eyes were unchanging, like one belonging to a murderer. "It's time to make good on that promise."
Outside a gun metal grey door, screams emanate out and into the hollow corridors. Blood poured from the bottom, while smoke escaped from the top. Eventually the cacophony of sound came to an abrupt end, the door slowly swung open. Maxwell calmly walked out, his entire body a complete crimson. He marched down the corridor, a sickening smile strewn across his face.
"My, my. How exaggerated of you"
"But of course. I can't join other teams, i'm the loyalty officer. I need to make a good impression."