Post by Dan Reaper on Oct 20, 2016 4:19:41 GMT
"Only a human can destroy a monster," said her voice, her quivering fingers ran across the steel coffin in the dead center of the room. This coffin was industrial with tubes sticking out of it that ran down to the ground, steam vented from the bottom as it was recycling coolant to keep it at extremely low temperatures. There was a view port at the top of the coffin and a disfigured mass of a man rested inside. His face was half torn away with the rest smoking from a living shadow that was slowly seeping around the inside of the coffin. His eye was closed and he seemed peaceful.
"How lovely was that sunset you forsook?"
The vents spewed blackness from them, she stepped back and sat down in her chair, a black leather chair that wheeled back as she pushed herself toward her desk. Her hands crossed in front of her and she closed her eyes. She opened her eyes and she was gone from the room, now she stood in a field, a full moon shined upon her. In the distance there was a small village from centuries ago.
"The perfect night," said a deep husky voice.
She turned to see him, a man covered in red blood, he stood there nearly naked obscured by the shadows that seeped from his wounds, his corpse had been torn in half in life but here the shadows completed him. The blood dripped from his skin slowly, running down from his open eye and the wounds he had collected from war long ago.
"You aren't the real Alice," he said and he grinned.
"I'm not the original, but I am just as real as you are," she replied.
"Am I real? It's been so long, hard to remember what alive is," he stared at her and his smile slowly faded, "what's my name?"
"Don't you remember," asked Alice.
"It's hard to remember, a chunk of my memories were ripped from my skull when he took this chunk out of my head," he replied.
"They called you Alucard, you was far more terrifying than anything Umbrella had ever created."
"Yes, that's right, I remember now. They all feared me... But not Alice," his face had changed, almost amused as his memories began coming back to him slowly, he was pulling his head back together reclaiming the memories from the vast black mass of familiars.
"I respect you more than fear you," she said watching, it was awe inspiring to watch as this man regenerated, she had seen it a hundred times or more but it never got old.
"You are not Alice," he repeated.
"I am as much as Alice as she was in life," she said, her tone becoming a bit stern.
"You can lie to yourself, but you cannot lie to me," his smile had returned, "run little bird. Let's see how far this rabbit hole goes."
Before she had time to question him he exploded and she stumbled back. When it became obvious that the black mass inside his body was heading for her she began to sprint in the opposite direction. He was laughing, it echoed throughout the darkness. She looked back and the mass took her, her eyes opened and she was laying naked in a bright room, strapped to a table. He was standing over her, crouched over her torso, his hands on either side of her head, his face close to hers. She could feel his cold breath on her face, she wanted to scream.
"So that was all you had? Such a shame that I overestimated you, little bird," he said grinning, the blood on his face and body dripped off him and onto her it was extremely cold.
"Wha- What do you want from me?"
"Is that fear? Alice didn't fear me, she respected me, remember? Perhaps that's because you're not Alice," he leaned closer to her and his long tongue escaped from his mouth licking the blood off the side of her face. She shuffled around and he leaned back.
"The original Alice didn't have you toying with her mind like this, she would have feared you had you done this to her," she replied angrily, "get off me!"
The room distorted as she yelled and he was blasted off her with her mental powers, her eyes were squeezed tight when she had yelled but she felt the room around her change and her eyes slowly opened. They were standing in a field now, the sun was shining on them both, warm like the one he betrayed.
"The world would be so boring without idiots like you to amuse me."
"What?"
"You are playing with powers you don't understand. Let the dead sleep," he had a serious look on his face as his eyes stared her down.
"I'm sorry, but we need you," she replied.
"If you wake me up from this eternal slumber I will do things to you that you couldn't fathom. I will defile your body and your mind, I will crush your soul and when you've given up hope I will resurrect you as a familiar so that you will live what I've done to you for the rest of my eternity over and over again," he said with a stern definite tone.
"I'm willing to accept those consequences."
A moment passed and he raised his left arm, a pistol in his hand, "wake up."
He pulled the trigger and she fell out of her chair. The clock on the wall told her it was around 3 in the morning on the surface.
"I need to stop pulling these hours for a while..."
She walked past the coffin, his eye watched her as she exited the room and turned out the light and slowly it closed...
"How lovely was that sunset you forsook?"
The vents spewed blackness from them, she stepped back and sat down in her chair, a black leather chair that wheeled back as she pushed herself toward her desk. Her hands crossed in front of her and she closed her eyes. She opened her eyes and she was gone from the room, now she stood in a field, a full moon shined upon her. In the distance there was a small village from centuries ago.
"The perfect night," said a deep husky voice.
She turned to see him, a man covered in red blood, he stood there nearly naked obscured by the shadows that seeped from his wounds, his corpse had been torn in half in life but here the shadows completed him. The blood dripped from his skin slowly, running down from his open eye and the wounds he had collected from war long ago.
"You aren't the real Alice," he said and he grinned.
"I'm not the original, but I am just as real as you are," she replied.
"Am I real? It's been so long, hard to remember what alive is," he stared at her and his smile slowly faded, "what's my name?"
"Don't you remember," asked Alice.
"It's hard to remember, a chunk of my memories were ripped from my skull when he took this chunk out of my head," he replied.
"They called you Alucard, you was far more terrifying than anything Umbrella had ever created."
"Yes, that's right, I remember now. They all feared me... But not Alice," his face had changed, almost amused as his memories began coming back to him slowly, he was pulling his head back together reclaiming the memories from the vast black mass of familiars.
"I respect you more than fear you," she said watching, it was awe inspiring to watch as this man regenerated, she had seen it a hundred times or more but it never got old.
"You are not Alice," he repeated.
"I am as much as Alice as she was in life," she said, her tone becoming a bit stern.
"You can lie to yourself, but you cannot lie to me," his smile had returned, "run little bird. Let's see how far this rabbit hole goes."
Before she had time to question him he exploded and she stumbled back. When it became obvious that the black mass inside his body was heading for her she began to sprint in the opposite direction. He was laughing, it echoed throughout the darkness. She looked back and the mass took her, her eyes opened and she was laying naked in a bright room, strapped to a table. He was standing over her, crouched over her torso, his hands on either side of her head, his face close to hers. She could feel his cold breath on her face, she wanted to scream.
"So that was all you had? Such a shame that I overestimated you, little bird," he said grinning, the blood on his face and body dripped off him and onto her it was extremely cold.
"Wha- What do you want from me?"
"Is that fear? Alice didn't fear me, she respected me, remember? Perhaps that's because you're not Alice," he leaned closer to her and his long tongue escaped from his mouth licking the blood off the side of her face. She shuffled around and he leaned back.
"The original Alice didn't have you toying with her mind like this, she would have feared you had you done this to her," she replied angrily, "get off me!"
The room distorted as she yelled and he was blasted off her with her mental powers, her eyes were squeezed tight when she had yelled but she felt the room around her change and her eyes slowly opened. They were standing in a field now, the sun was shining on them both, warm like the one he betrayed.
"The world would be so boring without idiots like you to amuse me."
"What?"
"You are playing with powers you don't understand. Let the dead sleep," he had a serious look on his face as his eyes stared her down.
"I'm sorry, but we need you," she replied.
"If you wake me up from this eternal slumber I will do things to you that you couldn't fathom. I will defile your body and your mind, I will crush your soul and when you've given up hope I will resurrect you as a familiar so that you will live what I've done to you for the rest of my eternity over and over again," he said with a stern definite tone.
"I'm willing to accept those consequences."
A moment passed and he raised his left arm, a pistol in his hand, "wake up."
He pulled the trigger and she fell out of her chair. The clock on the wall told her it was around 3 in the morning on the surface.
"I need to stop pulling these hours for a while..."
She walked past the coffin, his eye watched her as she exited the room and turned out the light and slowly it closed...