Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 1: Focal High School]
05-31-2010, 03:23 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
The Countess couldn't avoid smirking through a fair chunk of the Controller's introduction (the teeth merely exacerbated the problem), but stopping herself from looking on at the man with the admiration she felt - that had been much harder. It was somewhat of a relief for the Countess when she was whisked to an empty classroom, curiously devoid of desks and illuminated surprisingly regularly with a nigh-concordant flash and sky-wrenching groan of lightning and thunder respectively.
Other than the frenzied howling outside, the only sounds came from a ventilation shaft near the ceiling, the persistent whirr and click that replaced heartbeat and breath in the Countess, and a dull, on-and-off squeak from the room's darker corner, tucked in by the window. Curious, the Controller's agent advanced on the chirping, the fingers on one nightmarish hand extended. Deep in the nest of inhumanly jointed digits, a few gears parted and shifted to accommodate a tiny lens. More imperceptible ticks, and the freshly synthesised eye was locked in, and cogs began to drag the source of the noise into focus.
A hamster, mistaking the stormy day for night, had emerged and was busying itself on its treadmill. Again, it leapt off and scampered to the water bottle, its circuit broken as it blinked curiously up at the mechanical claw reaching out at it. The fingers snapped shut, hiding the palm-eye, and lowered into the glass tank to extract the mammal, which rested like a pudgy ball on the Countess' pointed fingertips, stomach turned upward. Another flash of lightning, and the amalgam raised its other hand to poke the creature gently. It twitched, blinked, and wriggled its nose as the Countess' grip tightened with a grin, spearing the hamster four times over.
The fingers sprang apart, scraps of meat flying. The Countess grinned, her ratchety snigger clicking outward from somewhere deep within as she plucked the remnant shreds off her fingers and carelessly flicked them away. Something in her forearm thrummed, and a disdainful, yet recognisably amused voice entered the creature's mind.
You have a job to do. Now stop getting distracted.
With a mechanical giggle, the Countess opened a window a crack and winced as the torrential rain pummeled her bloodstained claws. Snapping the window shut, she noted with some regret the metal tips had bent and buckled with only their slight exposure. Flicking off the excess water which pooled in the fresh dents, the Countess slipped through the classroom door and shut it behind her.
The Countess couldn't avoid smirking through a fair chunk of the Controller's introduction (the teeth merely exacerbated the problem), but stopping herself from looking on at the man with the admiration she felt - that had been much harder. It was somewhat of a relief for the Countess when she was whisked to an empty classroom, curiously devoid of desks and illuminated surprisingly regularly with a nigh-concordant flash and sky-wrenching groan of lightning and thunder respectively.
Other than the frenzied howling outside, the only sounds came from a ventilation shaft near the ceiling, the persistent whirr and click that replaced heartbeat and breath in the Countess, and a dull, on-and-off squeak from the room's darker corner, tucked in by the window. Curious, the Controller's agent advanced on the chirping, the fingers on one nightmarish hand extended. Deep in the nest of inhumanly jointed digits, a few gears parted and shifted to accommodate a tiny lens. More imperceptible ticks, and the freshly synthesised eye was locked in, and cogs began to drag the source of the noise into focus.
A hamster, mistaking the stormy day for night, had emerged and was busying itself on its treadmill. Again, it leapt off and scampered to the water bottle, its circuit broken as it blinked curiously up at the mechanical claw reaching out at it. The fingers snapped shut, hiding the palm-eye, and lowered into the glass tank to extract the mammal, which rested like a pudgy ball on the Countess' pointed fingertips, stomach turned upward. Another flash of lightning, and the amalgam raised its other hand to poke the creature gently. It twitched, blinked, and wriggled its nose as the Countess' grip tightened with a grin, spearing the hamster four times over.
The fingers sprang apart, scraps of meat flying. The Countess grinned, her ratchety snigger clicking outward from somewhere deep within as she plucked the remnant shreds off her fingers and carelessly flicked them away. Something in her forearm thrummed, and a disdainful, yet recognisably amused voice entered the creature's mind.
You have a job to do. Now stop getting distracted.
With a mechanical giggle, the Countess opened a window a crack and winced as the torrential rain pummeled her bloodstained claws. Snapping the window shut, she noted with some regret the metal tips had bent and buckled with only their slight exposure. Flicking off the excess water which pooled in the fresh dents, the Countess slipped through the classroom door and shut it behind her.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow