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Post by mortman on Nov 29, 2012 19:44:55 GMT -5
Dr. Leroy Mortman was a proud man, had been ever since he was young. His parents had forced him lower and lower then the dirt in the ground. Shooting comments sickened with that one word that caused his blood to boil, his firsts to clench and his teeth to grind. He couldn't bare to hear that word, couldn't bare to face it. He'd never once faced it, everything turned out the way he wanted it to.
Failure.
The word hissed into his mind, his hands shaking with anger as soon as it peeped out from behind all of his successes. Perhaps he had faced it, once...perhaps more then once, but perhaps he had pushed it down, away from his conscious mind. His lip curled, a snarl.
Failure.
It swam through his mind, biting into his brain, numbing his veins. The veil of liquid fell from his trembling hand, cracking against the table and shattering on the cool linoleum floor. Hands of anger rubbed up and down his arms, his eyes blindingly red. Fire glistening from the deepest depths of his soul. Pain sprung to his palms as his pointed finger nails dug into the pale flesh, sticky red liquid trickling from the holes.
Failure.
Pain spiked through him as the claws dug deeper into his palms, rosy with the blood that traveled just beneath the surface. That word, that one horrid word, stabbed through his brain bringing him down to his knees in the broken shards of the vile, the small triangles of glass coloring with blood as they split open his knee caps.
Failure.
His bony hands grasped his face, racking the claws down his cheeks, blood spurting from the wounds, splattering across the pristine black and white checkered floor. The pain...he didn't feel it. It was only the anger, rushing through him, blinding him, numbing him to all the pain. A scream broke free from his mouth, lips splitting and sickly-metallic-tasting-and-iron-smelling blood falling in drips from his cracked lips.
FAILURE!
"NO!! FAILURE ISN'T ACCEPTED!!!" He screamed, his voice high-pitched and tinged with pain as though his body was crying out in a desperate plea, trying to end the pain running through it. "NOT HERE!!"
failure...
Mortman had these episodes often. The staff had learned to deal with it, but Anataz would never get used to seeing her creator withering on the floor of his lab in a pool of his old blood, soaking into his white lab coat and staining his wild hair, the claws sprouting from his fingers and the red fire dancing in his eyes. She knew it would be time soon for her to go into the field, to kill Amelia Raven Blake. |
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Post by alex on Nov 30, 2012 17:22:12 GMT -5
Alex could hear the shouting and sighed heavily , the man or should she say it honestly ,the monster had another one of his attacks.She had just finished another day of brutal and hard training as she would have to stay in shape to be their weapon.
She paced inside her cell and wondered what a normal family is like ,how the families of all those men she had killed lived.She would have let her tears fall but all her life she had been trained to not show weakness so her tears were dried up for now.She had been trained to isolate herself from her emotions but that was something she struggled with, she could never bury them so far away that they could not find her. Every night was hell for her as her motions took vengeance and tormented her with remorse ,regret ,sorrow and guilt.
"no ..I have to be a good weapon . I'm a monster , their monster on a leash and i am only here to take lives and wash my hands in the blood" she mumbled to herself , it was her usual chant to keep herself strong in their eyes. She was frightened about what could happen if they found out about her regrets , of what form of torture they would put her trough if they did find out about it.
"no .. you are not allowed to feel sorry or regret it " she whispered to herself as she walked to the back of her cell.
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Post by mortman on Jan 4, 2013 9:47:32 GMT -5
Mortman growled as he picked himself from the floor, his white lab coat red and wet with his own blood. The fire in his eyes heated, they were still glowing red. Hatred fueled him as he limped down the halls, his staff shrinking back from him in fear. Claws, pointed claws were still where his finger nails shoulder have been. He was a monster, he was a god forbidden monster never to know the light of heaven but to burn for all eternity in the fiery pits of hell.
Blood splattered onto the ground as he walked, down the rows of cages to where Alexander Reaver paced. "I can hear your mind," he snarled, "you no good freak!" His voice rose dangerously in pitch, his eyes flashing with sinister malice.
Blood trickling down his cheek and neck from his split cheeks, his lips dry and cracked sending drips of maroon splattering to the ground when he spoke his rage eternal.
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Post by alex on Jan 13, 2013 20:35:16 GMT -5
Alex whimpered and tried to make herself as small as possible as she didn't want to go trough some painful experiment or painful punishment as she saw a real monster in him. she sat down in the corner and sighed softly.
He did not look happy and she feared that he would hurt her for this. She sighed softly and looked at the floor, the names and faces of all the ones she had to kill because of him were screaming at her inside her mind.
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