Part 1: Speak No Evil
(For continuity reasons, this thread occurs immediately upon the evening of 21/10/XX, the evening Renna was captured by the Black Flame, and ends upon the 15/11/XX when she was rescued. This thread's story follows on from "Visceral Fear" located here: http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php"t= 23132)
(Thanks to the players of Arthour, Katt, Brian Ravenlock, Andu and some others I can't quite remember for being involved in the Live RP scene that led to Renna's capture, and thanks to the players who are willing to come along for this morbid, twisty plotting joy ride I lead Renna down once more. If you have any questions about the SL, just PM me, and please, enjoy. Or don't. Either way I'm still going to keep writing :P.)
(Warning, the following post WILL be unsuitable for younger viewers. I have slapped an 18+ on this thread, so if you are easily screamish, under age or generally just don't enjoy mature-like themes then you might want to Alt-F4 the hell out of here.)
When they came for her....She felt terrified.
The initial attack by the two Black Flame Sisters that had shot her in the back when she walked with Arthour at the Marketplace, had been a calculative move. The moment those bullets entered her back, she knew there was more to the situation than meets the eye. Even as Arthour took her to the Inn for aid; even when she begged for Arthour to remove the bullets....She knew she could not stay at the Inn for long.
She knew they would follow her there. The bullets weren't meant to disable her. She felt her connection to the Manticore and Pathfinder become completely cut off the moment they entered her body. They were meant to prevent her darker counterpart to come to her aid, or even her lover, Kaius...
That was why she ran away from Arthour. She could not stand the idea that they would come to the Inn and more than likely harm her friends, all just to get at her. She knew they would slaughter countless lives just to get their claws upon her....If only she had ran quicker " or even flew out of the city....Maybe then her friends did not have to witness the scene of cold blooded automatons striking Renna down, and dragging her off into that portal...
Strangely....She was happy, when she saw the anger in Andu's face " the desperation in Arthour's actions. So very happy, that they came to rescue her....That was the very last thing she could remember, before uttering her final words, with her friend's faces contorted into a display of despair and rage in her sights, before her own voice reached out into a shriek, and the Vindicator's sword pierced her skull.
So this was the end"
Finally....Someone had taken revenge for all the wrongdoings The Betrayer had done.
Finally, she could rest....She would not have to worry about hurting any one, any more. Because if she's dead " then Manticore, surely, shared the same fate the moment that sword destroyed her brain.
Or so she thought.
Through the darkness that clouded her vision, eventually sensation returned to her appendages. They felt heavy. As if trapped beneath some impossible force.
Her world of darkness eventually lifted, as she found the strength to force open her eyes. The initial blast of light that attacked her sights, blurred her vision almost immediately, revealing little, except for a circular orb above her head, that shone down at her, ever so brightly.
And there was the mumble of voices. Distant. Robotic....Unnerving.
Each passing second allowed her sights to adjust to the level of lighting imposing her face, and allowed her to make out just what was that mysterious orb that floated above her head. It was a lamp, aimed directly onto her face; and because of that lamp, she could just make out two shadowy figures pacing around her, and a third smaller one, standing further back.
While she opened her mouth to say something, she could not formulate what was needed to be said. It was as if her lungs had yet possessed the energy to pass air across her vocal cords.
Where am I...
She thought.
Am I....Dead"
Regardless of what little strength she possessed, she attempted to lean up. Yet still, that force weighing her down " no....No, wait - it wasn't weighting her down at all....The more she wriggled against it, the further she realised that she was in fact bound to some kind of surface. She could make out cuffs around her ankles, arms, waist and neck....And she was laying on something cold and hard, that the cuffs were attached to.
It felt metallic. Smelt rather dusty....Or coppery' Like blood"
Ah, yeah....
That's right. It's probably her blood. She was stabbed in the head after all....But how did she survive" The sword must not had been made of the same Crystalline compound the bullets were. It might had looked to lethal to Andu and Arthour at the time, but as many will know, such a minor thing like being stabbed in the head would hardly prevent her regenerative powers fixing what was broken.
They....Didn't kill me....Why"
The conversation about her, served to only confuse her. Despite the figures' closeness, they sounded like they were hundreds if not thousands of miles away. Their mumbles and whispers, distant chuckles and thoughtful groans....They just made little sense. Quickly she closed her eyes....Resting them for a moment. Pretending she still had yet the consciousness to realize what was going on.
She focused on the voices....Trying to listen in.
"Mmmmmmy Viiiiiruuuussss issss worrrrking splleeendid. Disssssrupting her neurrrral pathwaysssss, wassss an eeassssy tassssk foooorrRrr me....But, muuuuch I rathhherrr skewer herrrr whillllle ssshhhe lays on thaaaat slaaaab."
That's....That's the....The one with the helmet....The one that....With the sword...
Renna resisted the urge to tremble.
"Easy, Vindicator. You will get your fun. For now, we have pressing matters to attend to. We need to discover how to wrestle control of her body, so we can use her to open the gateway to Negzarcurgis. If we do that, then we are one step closer to attaining Perfection....Of course, first of all....We might as well have our fun with her. She might know something about the runes on her chest....We need her to talk. And for that, I have reserved that right, to our dear Shadow."
Tor-torture"!
"Thank you, May. I have waited a long time for this. I can finally get my revenge for The Betrayer making me into this monster. I'm going to send her bits back to her friends. Like she did with me..."
Renna's eyes flung open, and quickly she thrashed against the bindings. She did not realize she was naked until now, but when her vision returned to her once again, she glanced down over herself, and then to those around her.
She froze.
Her mouth agape.
This wasn't just any room....No. The cold lifeless metallic box was covered in old stains of blood and gore....And....And...
Oh, Nemesis....No!
Body parts....Legs, arms, heads, torsos, feet - they all hung from meat hooks from the ceiling. And they were still twitching.
Renna screamed, "NO! Stop it! I don't....I don't know anything! Please!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked to the three cloaked figures partially masked where the lamp's light could not reach. "Let me go! I'm not The Betrayer! I'm not!!!"
The Vindicator's shadow took a single step back, "Sssssssssheee's awwwwake"! How issss that posssib-"
"Amazing....Her regenerative capabilities far exceeds even Mother's....Or ours. What happened to her to become this....Powerful?" May's shadowy figure turned, walking some distance away from the slab. "We can't leave the opportunity to study her. Whatever happened to her, we must find out. So we can properly....Make sure, this never happens again. Shadow" Proceed with the operation."
Did she....Just say....Operation" Renna's terrified tear-stained eyes turned slowly towards the set of black gloved hands coming towards her jaw.
"Don't....D-d-don't....A-Andu....Kaius....Some one....H-help me!" All she could do to resist, was twist her head away. It was no use however, as soon as those fingers cupped under her chin, they squeezed hard against her cheeks, forcing her mouth to open. The other hand, moved into Renna's mouth, and pinched index finger and thumb upon Renna's tongue, and gently pulled at it.
"Shadow....We need her to talk." May spoke sternly.
Shadow, chuckled, "Don't worry, May. We won't need her to talk. I'll infect her with the Shadow Virus long enough for us to share a mental link. She'll scream down the connection, everything she knows."
Renna's eyes were not upon her tongue being stretched out of her mouth almost to the point of being torn right out from her throat, instead, she stared horrified at Vindicator's shadowy approach and the gleaming edge of a crystalline based knife, coming ever closer towards her tongue.
"Hheheheheeee....I'm gonna ennnnjooooy thissssss, Motherrrrrr! Oooooopen, wiiiiiiide-heheh-I'm gonna take youuuur EYYYYYES! neeeeeext! Yehhahahahahah!"
(For continuity reasons, this thread occurs immediately upon the evening of 21/10/XX, the evening Renna was captured by the Black Flame, and ends upon the 15/11/XX when she was rescued. This thread's story follows on from "Visceral Fear" located here: http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php"t= 23132)
(Thanks to the players of Arthour, Katt, Brian Ravenlock, Andu and some others I can't quite remember for being involved in the Live RP scene that led to Renna's capture, and thanks to the players who are willing to come along for this morbid, twisty plotting joy ride I lead Renna down once more. If you have any questions about the SL, just PM me, and please, enjoy. Or don't. Either way I'm still going to keep writing :P.)
(Warning, the following post WILL be unsuitable for younger viewers. I have slapped an 18+ on this thread, so if you are easily screamish, under age or generally just don't enjoy mature-like themes then you might want to Alt-F4 the hell out of here.)
When they came for her....She felt terrified.
The initial attack by the two Black Flame Sisters that had shot her in the back when she walked with Arthour at the Marketplace, had been a calculative move. The moment those bullets entered her back, she knew there was more to the situation than meets the eye. Even as Arthour took her to the Inn for aid; even when she begged for Arthour to remove the bullets....She knew she could not stay at the Inn for long.
She knew they would follow her there. The bullets weren't meant to disable her. She felt her connection to the Manticore and Pathfinder become completely cut off the moment they entered her body. They were meant to prevent her darker counterpart to come to her aid, or even her lover, Kaius...
That was why she ran away from Arthour. She could not stand the idea that they would come to the Inn and more than likely harm her friends, all just to get at her. She knew they would slaughter countless lives just to get their claws upon her....If only she had ran quicker " or even flew out of the city....Maybe then her friends did not have to witness the scene of cold blooded automatons striking Renna down, and dragging her off into that portal...
Strangely....She was happy, when she saw the anger in Andu's face " the desperation in Arthour's actions. So very happy, that they came to rescue her....That was the very last thing she could remember, before uttering her final words, with her friend's faces contorted into a display of despair and rage in her sights, before her own voice reached out into a shriek, and the Vindicator's sword pierced her skull.
So this was the end"
Finally....Someone had taken revenge for all the wrongdoings The Betrayer had done.
Finally, she could rest....She would not have to worry about hurting any one, any more. Because if she's dead " then Manticore, surely, shared the same fate the moment that sword destroyed her brain.
Or so she thought.
Through the darkness that clouded her vision, eventually sensation returned to her appendages. They felt heavy. As if trapped beneath some impossible force.
Her world of darkness eventually lifted, as she found the strength to force open her eyes. The initial blast of light that attacked her sights, blurred her vision almost immediately, revealing little, except for a circular orb above her head, that shone down at her, ever so brightly.
And there was the mumble of voices. Distant. Robotic....Unnerving.
Each passing second allowed her sights to adjust to the level of lighting imposing her face, and allowed her to make out just what was that mysterious orb that floated above her head. It was a lamp, aimed directly onto her face; and because of that lamp, she could just make out two shadowy figures pacing around her, and a third smaller one, standing further back.
While she opened her mouth to say something, she could not formulate what was needed to be said. It was as if her lungs had yet possessed the energy to pass air across her vocal cords.
Where am I...
She thought.
Am I....Dead"
Regardless of what little strength she possessed, she attempted to lean up. Yet still, that force weighing her down " no....No, wait - it wasn't weighting her down at all....The more she wriggled against it, the further she realised that she was in fact bound to some kind of surface. She could make out cuffs around her ankles, arms, waist and neck....And she was laying on something cold and hard, that the cuffs were attached to.
It felt metallic. Smelt rather dusty....Or coppery' Like blood"
Ah, yeah....
That's right. It's probably her blood. She was stabbed in the head after all....But how did she survive" The sword must not had been made of the same Crystalline compound the bullets were. It might had looked to lethal to Andu and Arthour at the time, but as many will know, such a minor thing like being stabbed in the head would hardly prevent her regenerative powers fixing what was broken.
They....Didn't kill me....Why"
The conversation about her, served to only confuse her. Despite the figures' closeness, they sounded like they were hundreds if not thousands of miles away. Their mumbles and whispers, distant chuckles and thoughtful groans....They just made little sense. Quickly she closed her eyes....Resting them for a moment. Pretending she still had yet the consciousness to realize what was going on.
She focused on the voices....Trying to listen in.
"Mmmmmmy Viiiiiruuuussss issss worrrrking splleeendid. Disssssrupting her neurrrral pathwaysssss, wassss an eeassssy tassssk foooorrRrr me....But, muuuuch I rathhherrr skewer herrrr whillllle ssshhhe lays on thaaaat slaaaab."
That's....That's the....The one with the helmet....The one that....With the sword...
Renna resisted the urge to tremble.
"Easy, Vindicator. You will get your fun. For now, we have pressing matters to attend to. We need to discover how to wrestle control of her body, so we can use her to open the gateway to Negzarcurgis. If we do that, then we are one step closer to attaining Perfection....Of course, first of all....We might as well have our fun with her. She might know something about the runes on her chest....We need her to talk. And for that, I have reserved that right, to our dear Shadow."
Tor-torture"!
"Thank you, May. I have waited a long time for this. I can finally get my revenge for The Betrayer making me into this monster. I'm going to send her bits back to her friends. Like she did with me..."
Renna's eyes flung open, and quickly she thrashed against the bindings. She did not realize she was naked until now, but when her vision returned to her once again, she glanced down over herself, and then to those around her.
She froze.
Her mouth agape.
This wasn't just any room....No. The cold lifeless metallic box was covered in old stains of blood and gore....And....And...
Oh, Nemesis....No!
Body parts....Legs, arms, heads, torsos, feet - they all hung from meat hooks from the ceiling. And they were still twitching.
Renna screamed, "NO! Stop it! I don't....I don't know anything! Please!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked to the three cloaked figures partially masked where the lamp's light could not reach. "Let me go! I'm not The Betrayer! I'm not!!!"
The Vindicator's shadow took a single step back, "Sssssssssheee's awwwwake"! How issss that posssib-"
"Amazing....Her regenerative capabilities far exceeds even Mother's....Or ours. What happened to her to become this....Powerful?" May's shadowy figure turned, walking some distance away from the slab. "We can't leave the opportunity to study her. Whatever happened to her, we must find out. So we can properly....Make sure, this never happens again. Shadow" Proceed with the operation."
Did she....Just say....Operation" Renna's terrified tear-stained eyes turned slowly towards the set of black gloved hands coming towards her jaw.
"Don't....D-d-don't....A-Andu....Kaius....Some one....H-help me!" All she could do to resist, was twist her head away. It was no use however, as soon as those fingers cupped under her chin, they squeezed hard against her cheeks, forcing her mouth to open. The other hand, moved into Renna's mouth, and pinched index finger and thumb upon Renna's tongue, and gently pulled at it.
"Shadow....We need her to talk." May spoke sternly.
Shadow, chuckled, "Don't worry, May. We won't need her to talk. I'll infect her with the Shadow Virus long enough for us to share a mental link. She'll scream down the connection, everything she knows."
Renna's eyes were not upon her tongue being stretched out of her mouth almost to the point of being torn right out from her throat, instead, she stared horrified at Vindicator's shadowy approach and the gleaming edge of a crystalline based knife, coming ever closer towards her tongue.
"Hheheheheeee....I'm gonna ennnnjooooy thissssss, Motherrrrrr! Oooooopen, wiiiiiiide-heheh-I'm gonna take youuuur EYYYYYES! neeeeeext! Yehhahahahahah!"