Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 3: Castle Suterrea)
10-04-2011, 11:14 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by TimeothyHour.
“HE COMES HE COMES LIKE THE WINDS OF DEATH UPON YOUR COLD CHEST HE COMES LIKE A THUNDERSTORM LIKE A GOD OF WAR HE COMES LIKE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT HE IS DESCRUCTION HE IS DEATH HE IS EVERYTHING THAT BURNS LIKE HATRED BEHOLD BEHOLD BEHOLD BEHOLD-”
The shapershifter screamed in mad ecstasy, releasing a scream that rebounded off the stone walls, like shattering glass, and the room darkened in a wave of black.
“HE WILL CUT OF YOUR HANDS AND LET YOU BLEED. HE WILL TAKE YOUR HEART AND CONSUME IT. HE IS THE END. HE IS THE END. HE IS THE END OF EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING-”
A darkness darker than dark appeared like a wisp in the air, and it looked over them all. They could feel its gaze slipping over them like slime, like a film of grease that stained stained like there deepest fears.
And then, then it flew right into the shapeshifter’s open mouth.
Reudic felt it. He felt the darkness, he heard the darkness the darkness the darkness the darkness like eternity a heartbeat. His vines unfolded like wings, and they wrapped, wrapped, wrapped around Karen and Lloyd and Marcus and Sarika and Lillian and the drugs, hallucinate, hallucinate hallucinate into your brain like a flood
And darkness.
~~~~
She was on the monorail again, again and again and again. It would roll on through the tracks, and each time the earthquake would happen and she’d tumble and crash into the ground, feel the torment, see her parents die, but the train would go on, around and around the track, and she kept falling and seeing people die and feeling the pain.
It was terrifying. She called out for Cole, an Admin, anyone, anything, but they were all in the train, falling to the ground with her, dying. Becoming corpses that didn’t simply evaporate with time, they rotted and that was perhaps the worst part of watching her parents die, seeing the blood and the flesh and death turn into relentless decay destroying everything.
She wished she could have died with them. But no, she was alive. Karen was as alive as could be, and felt Every. Single. Thing.
~~~
Lloyd awoke in darkness.
He was tied down, with ropes made of the binding of universes themselves, and struggled as he could, he could not escape. He felt as if he would never escape. Ever.
“Hello, Mr. Conrad. We’ve been expecting you.”
A man in a black suit appeared in spotlight, his clothing almost glowing with polish. He had no face, but instead a mask, and it was the cruelest, most eternal smile he had never seen. Or would ever see. Instantly, Lloyd knew that his name was Mr. Smith, he was representing the SPC foundation, and that Lloyd was here for interrogation.
“I regret to inform you that I will be interviewing you today. The Foundation has tired of the way you avoid their questions, and so they’ve decided to use… more rigorous methods.”
Blood began to pour from Mr. Smith’s eyes like tears, and Lloyd, for once, was afraid. He knew they question they wanted to know, and they asked it every time, and every time is was a churning in his gut, a black hole, consuming, consuming everything. He knew the question, like a broken song, and it was terrifying.
“Why?”
~~~~
Marcus was familiar with gunfire. But not like this. It was too calculated, it was too intentional.
It was genocide.
His eyes barely let him process the chaos. Everyone hears things about genocide, maybe a few pictures here and there, but it’s nothing. It’s nothing compared to real thing. This was hell. It was hell. Deaths everywhere, screams of mothers and children and babies who would do this who would ever do this to anyone.
And then Marcus looked down. It was him. He was the monster, the relentless killing machine that destroyed anyone and anything but no he had conscience he had MORALS why would be do this-
Marcus fired another shot. It looked vaguely like his mother, a good woman, a strong woman. She was dying, dying in agony and pain and fear and horror, but the gun kept firing and the robotic implants inside him kept screaming kill kill kill kill
There was nothing Marcus could do, but cry with the woman, a mourning of the dead.
~~~~
Sakira only saw darkness.
But no, this was darkness in the future. And it was that unthinkable sight, that nothingness when she saw when confronted with her death. Blackness like staring down a cliff, the vertigo of an unthinkable height.
She couldn’t move, as much as she tried. No, she was going to die, she was sure of it, she was going to die beholding its herald, a death befitting for one who could see the future.
But it never came. Ever. The act of seeing changed the results, and she knew, she knew the moment she looked into the present she would die forever and ever, never to be buried in one of the mounds of her people, never to die the way a prophet deserved. No, this was her fate, to sit here, forever, confronted with death and the very impermanence of the future.
And the thing that frightened her more than else was that she couldn’t help but be ok with it. She felt something die inside her heart a little, perhaps, or maybe she was just imagining it.
~~~~
Lillian saw bogeymen.
Vines and tentacles and shapeshifters and darkness, hands and screaming and fighting, fire and death and trains running in the spaces between universes. And there she was, standing in the midst of it all. Among fear, among death among I’M HERE GIRL. YOU ARE MINE, NOW. I AM DEATH, SWIFTLY FALLING LIKE NIGHT. I AM NIGHTMARES, HORROR AND FEAR. AND I’M HERE FOR YOU, LITTLE GIRL. HERE TO TAKE YOU AS AN OFFERING, AS A FEAST. the demons that screamed for her among HIM.
And He stood there, in all his horror, before her, and laughed the most gruesome laugh. He was everything he said he was and more. Lillian couldn’t help but tremble with fear and revulsion. As an instinctual reaction, she looked down at her wrist, where Spirit should have been.
A scream slipped from her lips, echoing off the nothing that surrounded her. Spirit was gone. Spirit had abandoned her. In her greatest need, she needed protection from this horror, and she found nothing. And although she called out for it, deep in her heart she knew it would never come.
And it never did.
“HE COMES HE COMES LIKE THE WINDS OF DEATH UPON YOUR COLD CHEST HE COMES LIKE A THUNDERSTORM LIKE A GOD OF WAR HE COMES LIKE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT HE IS DESCRUCTION HE IS DEATH HE IS EVERYTHING THAT BURNS LIKE HATRED BEHOLD BEHOLD BEHOLD BEHOLD-”
The shapershifter screamed in mad ecstasy, releasing a scream that rebounded off the stone walls, like shattering glass, and the room darkened in a wave of black.
“HE WILL CUT OF YOUR HANDS AND LET YOU BLEED. HE WILL TAKE YOUR HEART AND CONSUME IT. HE IS THE END. HE IS THE END. HE IS THE END OF EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING-”
A darkness darker than dark appeared like a wisp in the air, and it looked over them all. They could feel its gaze slipping over them like slime, like a film of grease that stained stained like there deepest fears.
And then, then it flew right into the shapeshifter’s open mouth.
Reudic felt it. He felt the darkness, he heard the darkness the darkness the darkness the darkness like eternity a heartbeat. His vines unfolded like wings, and they wrapped, wrapped, wrapped around Karen and Lloyd and Marcus and Sarika and Lillian and the drugs, hallucinate, hallucinate hallucinate into your brain like a flood
And darkness.
~~~~
She was on the monorail again, again and again and again. It would roll on through the tracks, and each time the earthquake would happen and she’d tumble and crash into the ground, feel the torment, see her parents die, but the train would go on, around and around the track, and she kept falling and seeing people die and feeling the pain.
It was terrifying. She called out for Cole, an Admin, anyone, anything, but they were all in the train, falling to the ground with her, dying. Becoming corpses that didn’t simply evaporate with time, they rotted and that was perhaps the worst part of watching her parents die, seeing the blood and the flesh and death turn into relentless decay destroying everything.
She wished she could have died with them. But no, she was alive. Karen was as alive as could be, and felt Every. Single. Thing.
~~~
Lloyd awoke in darkness.
He was tied down, with ropes made of the binding of universes themselves, and struggled as he could, he could not escape. He felt as if he would never escape. Ever.
“Hello, Mr. Conrad. We’ve been expecting you.”
A man in a black suit appeared in spotlight, his clothing almost glowing with polish. He had no face, but instead a mask, and it was the cruelest, most eternal smile he had never seen. Or would ever see. Instantly, Lloyd knew that his name was Mr. Smith, he was representing the SPC foundation, and that Lloyd was here for interrogation.
“I regret to inform you that I will be interviewing you today. The Foundation has tired of the way you avoid their questions, and so they’ve decided to use… more rigorous methods.”
Blood began to pour from Mr. Smith’s eyes like tears, and Lloyd, for once, was afraid. He knew they question they wanted to know, and they asked it every time, and every time is was a churning in his gut, a black hole, consuming, consuming everything. He knew the question, like a broken song, and it was terrifying.
“Why?”
~~~~
Marcus was familiar with gunfire. But not like this. It was too calculated, it was too intentional.
It was genocide.
His eyes barely let him process the chaos. Everyone hears things about genocide, maybe a few pictures here and there, but it’s nothing. It’s nothing compared to real thing. This was hell. It was hell. Deaths everywhere, screams of mothers and children and babies who would do this who would ever do this to anyone.
And then Marcus looked down. It was him. He was the monster, the relentless killing machine that destroyed anyone and anything but no he had conscience he had MORALS why would be do this-
Marcus fired another shot. It looked vaguely like his mother, a good woman, a strong woman. She was dying, dying in agony and pain and fear and horror, but the gun kept firing and the robotic implants inside him kept screaming kill kill kill kill
There was nothing Marcus could do, but cry with the woman, a mourning of the dead.
~~~~
Sakira only saw darkness.
But no, this was darkness in the future. And it was that unthinkable sight, that nothingness when she saw when confronted with her death. Blackness like staring down a cliff, the vertigo of an unthinkable height.
She couldn’t move, as much as she tried. No, she was going to die, she was sure of it, she was going to die beholding its herald, a death befitting for one who could see the future.
But it never came. Ever. The act of seeing changed the results, and she knew, she knew the moment she looked into the present she would die forever and ever, never to be buried in one of the mounds of her people, never to die the way a prophet deserved. No, this was her fate, to sit here, forever, confronted with death and the very impermanence of the future.
And the thing that frightened her more than else was that she couldn’t help but be ok with it. She felt something die inside her heart a little, perhaps, or maybe she was just imagining it.
~~~~
Lillian saw bogeymen.
Vines and tentacles and shapeshifters and darkness, hands and screaming and fighting, fire and death and trains running in the spaces between universes. And there she was, standing in the midst of it all. Among fear, among death among I’M HERE GIRL. YOU ARE MINE, NOW. I AM DEATH, SWIFTLY FALLING LIKE NIGHT. I AM NIGHTMARES, HORROR AND FEAR. AND I’M HERE FOR YOU, LITTLE GIRL. HERE TO TAKE YOU AS AN OFFERING, AS A FEAST. the demons that screamed for her among HIM.
And He stood there, in all his horror, before her, and laughed the most gruesome laugh. He was everything he said he was and more. Lillian couldn’t help but tremble with fear and revulsion. As an instinctual reaction, she looked down at her wrist, where Spirit should have been.
A scream slipped from her lips, echoing off the nothing that surrounded her. Spirit was gone. Spirit had abandoned her. In her greatest need, she needed protection from this horror, and she found nothing. And although she called out for it, deep in her heart she knew it would never come.
And it never did.