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Post by deadman on Sept 15, 2006 1:59:55 GMT -5
He passed his lovely Dead Girl what could only be a smile, and was immensely pleased with himself. Things were definitely going good. She needed him just as he needed her, created and creator, not perfect unless the other is there.
“Yes... we will be taking a plane ride. There are things to do and people to meet. There is art to create, my sweet.” He whispered.
He turned his attention to the fallen scientist next to her. He seemed to be in command around here, had the look of the leader – and likely worked for some high level government. His precious mind would be a valuable asset to the cause.
As if reaching to pick up a penny from the ground, Dead Man bent and braced a hand around Simmon's throat. Then the other hand was covering his mouth and blocking off his nose. The gesture was so casual that one would almost not realize he was killing the man.
“Better not forget this before I leave.” He said in the 'better not forget my keys' tone of voice.
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Post by deadgirl on Sept 15, 2006 12:04:14 GMT -5
That scream inside her turned to a wail. Mr. Simmons was the only person who had truly communicate with her, ever; Theo had mostly talked about himself and Dead Man.... She looked at him. The control snapped like a tendon pulled too tight. The dead girl reached out and grabbed for his arms. "NOOOOO!!!"
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Post by deadman on Sept 15, 2006 12:49:00 GMT -5
The Dead Man snarled in frustration, his arms feeling like immovable steel beneath her grasp. After a moment of her struggling, he flung his arm to the side, knocking her down onto her back, and then violently plunged his spirit into hers.
You defy me!? His battering ram of a thought echoed, matched by a flame normally absent in his dead red eyes.
He looked down upon her, and his features softened for a fraction of a moment, as he realized that it was her stubborn will – her defiance – that made her so evolved. Then they immediately seized up, once again becoming flared as he remembered that she was still his creation.
He released Simmons, and moved a bit closer to her, trying to consider how to breach this newest of barriers… but the police siren was closer. They would be in the parking garage very soon, and he had no time to deal with this.
Already he could feel few vestiges of his will slipping from his control as half of his being was within the beautiful Jane. He looked back at where the sirens were coming from, and then down at Dead Girl.
He bent, touching her gently on the lips with grey fingertips. “I’ll return for you, my perfect. Go where your will takes you… though know I’ll not leave you to fester in this world of lights much longer.”
Then he stood, and looked back at his animated. It was time to go.
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Post by deadgirl on Sept 15, 2006 13:04:15 GMT -5
She had never known pain, or agony, or torment before this moment. And now she lived them all, eyes rolling back in her head as he plundered her soul. The dead girl felt her skull crack under the pressure, watched it from a distance almost as one might gaze on a butterfly clinging vanely to life once its wings had been pulled away. She no longer sensed herself, or him, only the chasm, the black, the hell that he had thrown her into for daring to defy him. His touch on her lips was the sensation she clung to, her life and will wrapping quickly around the physical in a desperate hunger to survive. He was leaving her here. She could sense from him the understanding that she needed to find her own desire, her own way. A certain confidence that one day she would return to the fold. And while a great wave of relief washed through her, a terrible mourning was left as it passed... she had failed him, so quickly. Her solitude would be her punishment. As his footsteps walked away she found herself incapable of movement, pain ripping through her, the only pain she now could feel. No instrument of man or mechanism of nature could give her this; only her master, her creator. And as he left her, she felt it fade away.
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Post by deadman on Sept 15, 2006 13:08:38 GMT -5
Dead Man left without another thought or word, pulling his will from her mind in a cruel and callous fashion. He would let her find out her own way that this world did not take well to the dead, and that HE was her only salvation.
So he and the other animates left – his departing gift to her was the life of Simmons, Largo, and two of the scientists – though all were in varying states of injury and condition.
It didn’t take long for them to procure another ride, with a nice old trucker named Phil Hartlum. Phil was just out on route and stopped a truck stop when Dead Man awakened him to his new state of being… and then the sextet set out on the highway.
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Trask
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Post by Trask on Sept 15, 2006 14:47:04 GMT -5
Some time later the world stepped sideways and became a painful haze. Brent Simmons became aware of the fact that he was on his back on what must be a concrete floor from the extreme discomfort in his back. The back pain was dwarfed however by the throbbing in his skull; it felt like a herd of stampeding buffalo had run him over, or perhaps elephants.
He tried to decided which would be the more painful.
Attempting to sit up turned the world into a spinning kaleidescope of colours which, while fascinating, were highly detrimental to his sense of balance.
In short, he barely managed to raise his head. Then he lay back down and groaned.
Ever so slowly, events started to trickle back. Largo flying across the parking lot, Daniels screaming, the security guards dying. Somehow he had managed to survive.
The pain in his head returned in another wave of dizzying disco lights.
Probably managed to survive.
"Is ... is anyone alive?" He managed to croak out with tremendous effort.
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Post by deadgirl on Sept 15, 2006 15:18:18 GMT -5
A keening moan left the dead girl's lips, echoing around them as Dead Man's hold on her slowly subsided. She heard Simmons speak, and opened her eyes, wincing against the light. "He took some of them... some are still alive." She rolled to her stomach and wretched dryly, feeling as if she'd been kicked repeatedly. Her skull sewed itself back together slowly, which made her vision twitch and warble. "He was going to kill you too..." It had taken the severing of all her instincts to protest his actions. Feeling like muscle torn from bone, the dead girl coughed and sobbed, slowly coming back to herself. "I wouldn't let him."
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Post by Trask on Sept 15, 2006 16:04:48 GMT -5
With a herculean effort Simmons managed to roll himself onto his side. For long moments lots of pretty stars exploded across his vision and he was sure he was going to pass out again but when they finally cleared he could see the girl on the floor nearby.
She looked like terrible.
But then she always looked that way.
"You saved me," he said, knowing it was true without a shadow of a doubt. If that creature had wanted them dead, they would be dead, she was the only one with any sort of power here. The fresh blood on the ground would testify to that.
"Why?" He asked, not that he was ungrateful, but even in its current battered state his inquiring mind needed answers.
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Post by deadgirl on Sept 15, 2006 16:33:00 GMT -5
She looked up at the ceiling for a bit, her vision slowly came into focus. "You are the only one who's wanted to help me... really help me. You don't seem disgusted by me. You don't treat me like I'm mentally handicapped." Her head swam, but was coming together. As each moment passed she felt clearer. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, and looked across the floor at the remnant of carnage. "And I like you. You're a decent person, for what it's worth." The dead girl whispered. "I didn't want anyone to die." Getting up, she went to see after the others.
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