Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Oct 22, 2015 3:57:18 GMT -5
Bernhard locked the door of his home behind him as quickly as he could, the shaking of his hands and trembling of his legs working against his designs. Ultimately the locked door wouldn't do anything except buy him a few seconds before his pursuers were inside, but there were a number of other obstacles lying in wait within the old asylum. He only needed a few extra seconds anyways, and every second that he wasn't racing down to his sanctuary was a second lost to his hunters. Hunters who, it seemed, were already nearly upon him.
He had gotten too bold with his movements, his actions had finally managed to gather someone's attention who he really didn't need to catch the attention of, and the old vampyre was paying for it ten-fold now. Whether it was his track record of setting loose those who he had modified, kidnapping those who he did not, or generally cleansing society didn't matter anymore. What mattered was what lied ahead, through the maze of corridors, cells, long-abandoned checkpoints, and then through the vault doors leading into his most precious of all domains. The room in which all of his research was done, which housed all of his documentation and experiments, his ingredients and elixirs, which held his most prized subject and companion Archimedes the Crow, which currently also housed his first and only student.
The good doctor had promised that nothing would come to harm the girl, and he intended to make good on that promise. The hunters would find only him when his doors came falling down, when the sanctum was finally breached. Just him, Archimedes, and a number of other small subjects.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Oct 22, 2015 17:31:37 GMT -5
Alysia looked up, tilting her head as she heard the loud banging upon the front door. From so far away, it sounded like only a muffled knock, but knowing how are away it really was Alysia knew that the pounding must be exceptionally powerful. That strong could possibly knock door right off the old metal hinges. She frowned deeply, wondering exactly what was going on and stood up from her seat, removing the latex gloves she had been wearing. She was in her human form for now, finding it more comfortable to sit upon the chair to be closer towards her work, instead of having to bend over to see what she was doing. Depositing the gloves in the trash can she stood up and moved towards the front door from the lab but was stopped short.
Bernhard came charging through the doorway, and Alysia almost jumped out of her skin. Her eyes widened as he slammed the door and she shook her head. Something was definitely wrong, and she was now a little worried about what was going on. She stepped back, and examined the male before her with her frown still upon her face. The frantic pace of the man had her instantly on edge, and she spoke in her soft, gentle voice.
"Bernhard, what is wrong? Who is pounding so heavily upon the door?"
Last Edit: Oct 22, 2015 17:47:42 GMT -5 by Alysia Weaver
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Oct 23, 2015 18:18:32 GMT -5
The doors shut behind the ancient plague doctor, and Bernhard spun the metal locks into place with such urgency that Archimedes rustled and squawked from his perch on the other side of the room, near a lit fireplace. There was little time for any words as the man sprinted across the room to where his research papers and books were piled, hurriedly dumping his medical bag out and replacing the contents with as many of the scattered binders and papers as could fit. The floor beneath his feet began to pool with small quantities of mixed blood, the vials of collected blood samples from various species having broken inside of their casing when dropped.
Not a moment after his things were collected did Bernhard rapidly advance on the spiderling in the room with him, roughly grabbing her by the arm and almost dragging her across the room. "You must not be found, under any circumstance. Do not let them take you. Do not let them take my research. Do not be afraid. Do not leave the safe room until I open it for you, or until I am dead and my pursuers are gone." he said as he dug his fingers into a crack behind the fireplace, groaning with the effort as he worked to swing the hidden door open wide enough for the girl to fit through. Once she was inside he would take his old bag from his shoulders and shove it into her arms, followed shortly after by his old .38 revolver. He wasn't planning on allowing a situation where she would have to use it, but he wasn't going to leave her defenseless in the case that he wasn't strong enough to stem the tide of Hunters.
Once the girl was set, Reiniger pushed himself into the chimney to once again close off the safe room, this time with a small crack for air and sight. Immediately afterward he ran across to the other side of the room to look for something, anything that would either help him hold the hunters at bay or convince them that he was dead. Subjects were gathered into a single spot to begin preparation for an elixir, ingredients were gathered from nearby plants and beakers, vials collected, and finally, the cold storage box was opened to gather up loose remnants from past experiments.
As soon as the vault door started to shake and groan under the assault of those blocked on the other side, Bernhard began to prepare his escape. Tissue and blood samples from Archimedes were dissolved and mixed with several blood samples which hadn't been broken, and then poured into a beaker for mixing and heating. While waiting, the frantic Vampyre hurriedly looked through the labeled beakers, flasks, and vials from cold storage. One or two of them could be used as a proper base for his almost certainly suicidal injection, but finding the proper one was going to be the real problem. On its own the mixture cooking nearby should have been enough to energize the Vampyre, but that would be it. Bernhard needed something that would actually change him, something that would bond the samples together and turn them into a transformative elixir, or a mutagen. A catalyst was needed, a potion base. With any luck at all, there would be something that could be used among the failures of the past.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Oct 24, 2015 21:10:50 GMT -5
Alysia was so confused. The man was running around quite rampantly, breaking some of his precious samples and things. The smell of the blood in the air tickled the back of her throat, reminding her she had not eaten in a while and made the girl a little thirsty. However she ignored that as the man stuffed as much information in to his bag as he could, then he came towards her and grabbed her arm making her squeak slightly. She was a delicate being for the most part, and his grip was firm. She knew that he would never mean to hurt her, but in his urgency he had squeezed slightly hard.
"You must not be found, under any circumstance. Do not let them take you. Do not let them take my research. Do not be afraid. Do not leave the safe room until I open it for you, or until I am dead and my pursuers are gone."
His words rung in her ears, and she frowned with worry and trepidation filling her being. She watched as he struggled to heave open a hidden doorway, and tried to get her long dainty fingers in to the groove and help her master pull the door open while wondering what it was that was behind the fireplace. When it was opened, she was quickly ushered behind the door and had her arms filled with his research and papers that was quickly topped with a fire arm. Her face twisted in disgust seeing the weapon, but before she could even object he was closing the door and trapping herself inside. She was not exactly scared of the dark, nor of the enclosed spaces. She was a Weaver after, and they loved living in the dark and in caves. She was not at all excited about being trapped in here however, unable to help her teacher who had remained alone upon the other side of the wall to face whatever was coming their way.
Varos has a very symmetrical look, giving her a strange, unearthly beauty. Her favorite form has grey eyes and red hair. She usually seems quite calm, with the shadow of a smile on her lips and a hint of a frown around her eyes.
Post by Varos Talantos on Oct 25, 2015 15:46:51 GMT -5
“Poor girl.”
The voice crooned. It was soft, barely audible at first. Its volume rose, along with more words.
“Poor, poor girl.”
The sounds would reach Alysia, but were much too faint to be heard outside the hearing place. A flutter of wings would be heard, and a small being would show itself from the shadows. A tiny Shee fae, with white hair, and black eyes. Her skin was as pale as her hair, and her wings were translucent. The little fae would giggle, do a flip in the air, before flying over and landing on Alysia’s shoulder.
“Poor, poor, poor girl. What is a poor, poor, poor, poor girl doing here?”
While the fae spoke with her apparently limited vocabulary, the man outside the fireplace would come across a potion that had not been within his collection before. It would be murky, but difficult to distinguish through the dusty, coloured glass of the bottle. It had a stopper and a wax seal, the imprint of a caduceus within its black top. A feather, whiter than snow, rested on top of the bottle, as if to attract the doctor’s attention to it.
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Oct 26, 2015 21:40:34 GMT -5
Everything was prepared. Serum injector was primed, the ingredients heated and mixing over an open flame, Archimedes was ready for injection testing, and the hunters appeared to have found their way to the sanctum door. It was either put things together now, or never get the chance again.
Three more seconds were spent sifting through vials of former experiments and rejected fluids before Bernhard impulsively settled on an unmarked vial, one that he had never seen before in his life. Might as well take risks, considering he probably wouldn't live to see the sun rise to burn his skin the next day.
Without wasting any more time Reiniger popped open the bottle and slowly poured the contents out, over the mixture of other ingredients. An old stirring rod mixed the fluids together as they were combined, turning what once was a mottled and pale red into a black, brackish mixture. Were he not about to inject it into his best if not only friend and himself, he might have taken time to fully examine and experiment with the stuff.
Once everything was mixed to a satisfactory degree, Bernhard filled up the large syringe/caulking gun half strapped to his arm, and made his approach to Archimedes. The ageing Crow resigned itself to the fate that was held in his old friend's hands, flapping it's wings once before settling and remaining still. Bernhard's needle slid into Archimedes quickly and mostly painlessly, injecting a very small quantity of the mixture into the bird. Afterwards, the old Vampyre stepped back and watched.
A few minutes passed with few visible effects on Archimedes, and Bernhard quickly decided that the creaking and groaning of his vault door was a sign that his safe haven was about to be overrun. He jammed the needle into his wrist swiftly and squeezed the tainted fluids into his own sensitive bloodstream, just in time to sigh as Archimedes seemed to just seize up and fall over dead.
With not a whole lot else to do Bernhard turned and drew his blade, ready to do his damnedest to cut down the intruders.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Oct 28, 2015 1:00:17 GMT -5
Alysia was peeking out through the small crack left in the wall. All she could manage was to see through with one eye, and she watched with fascination and a little trepidation as Berhard was running around mixing things together in a rather pell mell fashion with little to no measurements. She grimaced, wondering what would happen with out the proper measurements but was suddenly distracted. A voice spoke to her, very near to her and caused the young spiderling to turn away from the crack through which she was peering and look towards the sound of the voice and notice...a fairy.
Alysia knew they where not truly called fairies. She thought for moment, then remembered they where a member of the faes. A sub-category called the Shee, that was right! She smiled at the small feminine being before her, and did her best to curtsy slightly in the tight space. When the little fae flipped and landed on her shoulder, she became a little nervous but did not move any longer. Standing still, she turned her head slightly to look down upon the small faeling seated on her shoulder and she spoke in a hushed tone, afraid to speak up to loudly and give her hiding place away. After all, Master Berhard had commanded she stay hidden until whoever was coming was gone.
"I...I am here because Master Bernhard place me here and told me to remain in place until whoever is coming is completely gone. I would not like to anger Master Bernhard, and I am not much of a fighter."
She looked back out of the small crack, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the doctor inject himself with something and when it seemingly failed, he drew his sword turning towards the door to the laboratory that was creaking upon it's hinges and ready to come crashing down at any second. She contemplated for a moment, then sighed deeply and bite her lower lip.
Varos has a very symmetrical look, giving her a strange, unearthly beauty. Her favorite form has grey eyes and red hair. She usually seems quite calm, with the shadow of a smile on her lips and a hint of a frown around her eyes.
Post by Varos Talantos on Oct 30, 2015 12:50:14 GMT -5
The Weaver did her best to curtsy to the fae, so the fae did a small curtsy as well. Her dress was tattered, made out of a spare bit of discarded cloth, with frayed edges, and holes in it. The fae seemed undisturbed by the fact she was cozying up to what was essentially a giant spider, and when the Weaver spoke, the fae smiled so widely her lips were stretched thin and small, pointed teeth could be seen.
“So the poor, poor, poor, poor, poor girl is an obedient girl? Working with the vampyre man? The vampyre doctor? He has a nice house. Lots of places for me to hide.”
The fae fluttered her little wings and took flight again, peaking through the crack. She giggled softly at the site. “Oooooh, the vampyre man, the vampyre doctor, doesn’t seem to be doing so goooood. Aren’t you going to help him? Maybe you shouldn’t, obedient girl. It will be a long time until someone else moves in and Web will get the whole house to fly around! No hiding from the vampyre man, the vampyre doctor.”
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Nov 1, 2015 16:23:39 GMT -5
Bernhard clenched and relaxed his hands in turn as he waited for his last protective wall to fall. He didn't know exactly what he had just pumped into his already overly sensitive bloodstream, but whatever it was seemed to already be hustling to kill him, to rip his heart in half. He hadn't anticipated a possible death by his heart pulling itself apart, but he supposed it was to be expected that self experimentation would be his eventual end.
Even before the steel doors into his sanctuary were cut down, and before he was rushed with silver blades and wooden pikes, the old doctor could feel his skin clamming up and starting to burn. He gave one final glance towards the hole that held his apprentice before turning to the door falling inwards off of it's hinges.
The Hunters had finally managed to force their way inside, weilding weapons of silver and clad in scale mail. Obviously they had done their homework prior to this engagement, which was going to make it difficult to cut any of them down at all.
Not that it mattered.
Bernhard felt his blood pump begin to split just as he raised his sword to counter the first blow of his attackers. He felt as his heart literally beat itself apart, rapidly sapping his life right in time to watch a pike drive through his shoulder.
The man was speechless for the first few moments, waiting until the pike was withdrawn to grunt and tumble backwards into the ground.
"What?" A friend of Death said before he was suffocated. Death wrapped his forearm around the man's neck, using the other arm to hold on a tight grip. Fear ran through Death's friend's mind, fear and confusion. He thought Death was going to kill him, and he wanted to escape. Death moved his and his friend's body away from anything that could be picked up. Defeated and losing oxygen, the man accepted his fate and allowed Death to finish.
When his friend passed out, Death gently released his grip and picked his friend up. Carrying him princess style, Death laid his immobile friend on the bed near him, making sure that a pillow was comfortable underneath the neck. Then, Death exited the cell that they were in, closing the door and making sure that it was perfectly locked. Death was not going to kill the man. The man's name was Jeff, and he was a good man. He believed in a rightful world where supernaturals and humans could live as one. He deserved to live as Death dictated it. When all of this was over, Death would have someone release him, someone who was also worth living.
Death began walking down the long hallway. As he did, he thought he could hear footsteps coming towards him. Those footsteps were coming by way of stairs, Death could feel it in the vibrations the second floor made, and from the downward direction the steps were coming from. As he walked towards the way of the footsteps, a figure was finally shone, and whose footsteps those footsteps belonged to was revealed. A female named Stacey ran towards him excitedly, happy to see the hunter dressed in a reaper mask that she got so used to for the past week.
"I'm so glad to see you," she said to Death. "We almost have the doors open! We need to go get the oth-" Stacey grunted as a bullet was thrusted into her brain. Her body went lifeless, and it began to fall until Death caught her. Death picked Stacey's body up and carried it to a nearby cell. He laid her body on the bed, same as he did for Jeff, and closed her eyelids that showed her sorrow.
Stacey's soul was not worthy of living. Death fell into her world and claimed to be a hunter, watched and read every thought and action she performed. Regan was the name she knew him by, but now she knew nothing. Stacey hated supernaturals and wanted to burn them all until this world was nothing more than dust and human beings. Death could not allow a person with that state of mind to live, so she didn't.
Satisfied, Death began to walk down the stairs. His gun made little sound because it had a silencer, so no one knew of his actions. However soon it would be time to bring out the heavy and more loud artillery. As he took the final steps, Death saw the hunters swarm inside. 1, 2, 3, 5, 9; there were a lot of them. Death did not know how he was going to deal with everyone, but nothing was ever gained by thinking it impossible.
He could hear all their minds, thinking of only the moment at hand. Death liked that they were not focused on him, but he would need to be careful if he wanted to pick everyone off. There was an innocent inside of there, an innocent and a... What the hell? There was another inside that vault with the innocent. One whose mind was beyond that of any normal beings. Death could feel it, this second mind was queer beyond imagination. For once now, he was afraid to go on. However, a job had to be done, and as long as he stayed away from the vassal of that mind, Death would be safe.
The reaper moved in slowly, and at the first hunter that was held in his sight, he fired. The bullet from his VSS vintorez sniper rifle was sent straight through the first hunter's neck. The hunter was male, and named Stanley. The male gagged on his own blood before falling to the floor. Three other hunters saw the man fall and one raced after him. That was a bad move on that one's part, as Death centered his sight right on them. This one was named Jessica, and she was an incredibly beautiful human, along with an amazing hunter. His next silent bullet was sent right through her skull.
Now there were hunters focused on Death, but he was too far away for them to do harm with their stakes and knives. They would either need to come towards him or shoot him. Although, it was unlucky for them that they could not shoot him because he was at the entrance to the long corridor that led to the vault. Death hid behind the door whenever they fired at him, causing them to either miss or hit the wall. They would need to come towards him to do damage, and that's exactly what Death wanted.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Nov 2, 2015 23:31:30 GMT -5
Alysia looked at the small fae upon her shoulder, frowning as the small little faeling spoke to her. Alysia was hesitant, unsure of what to do at the moment. On one had, she had her master outside and who knew what was happening or going to happen to him. On the other hand there was her master's potential anger at her if she disobeyed him, but then again if he failed to live then she supposed that was really a moot point in the end. Was it not? She bit her lower lip, then hissed in anger at herself. She should not be scared! Of either the men nor her master's anger!
Alysia willed her body to change inside the dark room. She swelled larger, her body morphing from her human form in to that of her true Weaver form. Although the door was heavy, with two legs and two arms and much better leverage she shoved it open. She tumbled out of the safe room to find Bernhard already upon the floor and all the hunters looking away from her back down the hallway they had come through. Alysia did not hesitant for a moment, and her abdomen flipped upwards and over her head. A burst of silk sprayed forth, spraying all over the human hunters across the room from her. It rained down upon their heads in heavy strands, entrapping them for the more they struggled the more they became ensnared by the sticky strands landing upon them and their cloth and weapons. She did not wish to kill them, but simply entrap them and stop them from attacking while she attempted to look after Bernhard.
Varos has a very symmetrical look, giving her a strange, unearthly beauty. Her favorite form has grey eyes and red hair. She usually seems quite calm, with the shadow of a smile on her lips and a hint of a frown around her eyes.
Post by Varos Talantos on Nov 3, 2015 13:22:49 GMT -5
Things were changing outside the fireplace. The vampyre doctor had taken his concoction, mixing the pure potion Varos had left him with other items. Varos grimaced at what she knew would come from this. There was also another supernatural being, who was trying to read her mind. Varos briefly considered sending him spiralling into insanity, but decided to pardon the being.
The Weaver had made up her mind, and changed her body. Despite the fact she didn’t like to fight, she knew she had to. The little fae had another lip-splitting smile as Alysia tumbled out and shot at the hunters.
“Wait!” The little fae cried out, flying to catch up to the spider girl. “Hey, listen! Hey, hey, listen!”
The fae’s little wings caught up to the Weaver, and she pulled a tiny pin out of her raggedy dress, giving it to the Weaver. “It’s dangerous to go alone, take this!”
If the Weaver accepted it, the tiny pin would grow in her hands, forming into a chipped looking sword. However, despite its wrong appearance, it was extremely sharp and unbreakable. If another managed to take the sword from the Weaver, they would be burned, as the weapon was bound to the young Alysia.
And with that, the fae would vanish, leaving the Weaver with the sword, the vampyre undergoing the transformation, and the murderous Reaper alone with the hunters. Her task was done.
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Nov 4, 2015 3:02:32 GMT -5
The stagnant blood blackening Bernhard's rotting veins started to boil, shortly after his heart split open. He could feel it bubbling inside of him, leaking out of the wounds on his body both new and old. Somehow he could feel as the fresh hole in his shoulder pulsed and ached, as his bum leg started to inflate and swell to a great degree. He could somehow feel the boils spreading under his skin, the sharp pain growing inside of his back, just under the shoulder blades.
Somehow, despite knowing for certain that he should be, the old doctor wasn't dead yet.
He wished that he was. He wished that he could cry out in pain, that he could scream, that he could do anything to stop the pain rapidly racing through his body as it started to change, as the black fluids inside of him took their toll. But he couldn't.
He couldn't do anything but stare, wide-eyed, as his swollen leg burst into a bloody mess of rot, putrefied flesh, and fragments of bone. He couldn't scream as a spiny limb of black chitin and claws ripped its way out of his recently popped leg, flailing and grasping for anything within reach. Not when he felt bloody, feathered appendages crawl out of the holes in his back, or when the leather he was clad in started to melt into his pale skin.
The lenses of his infamous mask cracked and started to leak tar-like ichor, his eyes having followed his leg's example and popped. Rather, his old eyes were popped. New ones were quick to replace them, searing into his face and pressing up against his shattered windows to the world, glowering madly at the curiously distracted hunters who had invaded his home, his sanctuary.
At the thought of their gall, the pain wasn't so much anymore. The constantly firing nerves were overshadowed by rage, and the loose blood in the room started to vaporize. The red and black mists wafted through the air and condensed as it was sucked into the gaping maw that had started growing in the dead man's shoulder wound, vicious and jagged teeth snapping at the haze.
Bernhard felt himself lift from the ground a moment later, great chains bursting from the ceiling and wrapping around his arms. Somewhere along the line his chest cavity had ripped itself open, leaving his organs open to view of the hunter now turning to face him. The child had front row seats to his un-maker's heart stitching itself back together with thick threads of muscle and tendon. Bernhard's opened chest soon followed, which he couldn't help but scream at.
His voice wasn't his own anymore, though. Whatever noise echoed out of his throat was not created by him, it could not have been created by him. Vogel raised the blackened beak on his face to look at one of the men who had killed him, noting that his once-leather mask now seemed to have become a part of his undead body, and that the beak had turned into something more resembling that of a crow's than of a plague doctor's.
The chains holding him upright released and the man staggered back and then forwards again as he regained his footing, a loud series of wet flaps sounding from behind as his new series of wings worked to do their part. The ruined heart within Vogel's body beat once more, and he was 'alive'.
The same couldn't be said of the pikeman who had watched his resurrection. The young but incompetent warrior was quickly subjected to an unholy scream, and a beak being forced through the visor of his helmet. The weak struggles he exerted were silenced swiftly when the sharp appendage reached through his eye and snapped at the sensitive organ behind it.
Metal squealed as the man tumbled to the ground, lifeless and inanimate. Death was something he didn't deserve, not yet at least. The shards of one red tinted eye-glass on Bernhard's face glowered and then drained of all color and light, the void being filled quickly with an unfamiliar and hellish occult sigil. The man would be allowed to die when he had served some useful purpose.
As the second dead body in the room started to shamble to it's feet, Bernhard turned his head to his late apprentice. She had disobeyed, putting herself and his research in great danger. The stupid girl would learn her lesson, she would be put in her place.
More great chains burst from the floors and the walls to wrap around Alysia, the sigil in Vogel's head actively changing and shifting to reflect the exercise. His unbalanced legs causing an unnatural gait as he moved towards the once-student. She would know his pain, the suffering that he had put himself through for her. The suffering that she would make useless. There were still a few drops of solution left in the injector apparatus still strapped to the creature's wrist.
He reared his arm back, and prepared to plunge the thick needle into her heart.
"Goddammit," Death said to himself as events began to unfold.
The hunters were coming towards him, as he planned. He had a flash grenade in his hand, and as soon as they were far enough away from the girl and the other being he would set it off. As the Hunter's cautiously made their way to Death's position, he could read many things happening in that one little vault near him. Apparently the girl did something, as she was thinking on how she could not kill the hunters, and if someone named Bernhard was safe. From the thoughts of the hunters, Death could guess that she had entrapped them in some type of threads.The one whose mind that made Death afraid suddenly vanished, but an old mind seemed to have return; a mind that originally should have been dead.
Death paused as he listened to this rejuvenated mind. It was feeling pain, excruciating pain, and it was beginning to transform. Then, Death could hear the other's voices, the ones that were still alive. One was truly afraid because a giant beast had set its sights on him. The hunter screamed and screamed until Death could no longer hear him. Death knew that voice as Gregory, the funny guy who thought that all of life was nothing but a joke. Gregory was not laughing anymore.
The other hunters who were just etching closer to Death suddenly stopped to the sound of their friend's scream. Curiosity ran through some of their heads, fear ran through the others, yet no one moved.
With all these minds in his head, it was hard for Death to pinpoint on exactly one person. However, with enough focus he was able to center himself on a single mind, one emotion, and one possible enemy. This man, Bernhard, who was now nothing but a giant mongrel acting purely on beastial nature, was about to stab the very innocent person he called apprentice with the same needle that turned him into that. With all the suffering going through this man's mind, Death could let this young and innocent girl experience any harm.
So, Death raced past the hunters, straight to the vault, and released his aura of fear. With that fear came a haunting vision straight to the monster's head. Death needed to act quick because the effect could wear off at anytime. All it took was one small amount of pain and it was free. Death fired his silencer rifle at the needle first so that its contents would be injected in no one else ever again. He then focused his attention on the chains that held the girl, firing at them in hopes that they would get her down faster.
If the beast somehow managed to break out of Death's illusion at any time, it would then have to deal with the effects of a very powerful flashbang. Before throwing it, however, Death would tell the girl to close her eyes, as he would do, since its effects are blinding. Death wasn't looking to fight this creature yet, so once the girl was free, if the girl could be freed, Death would initiate plans of escape for her.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Nov 4, 2015 15:12:34 GMT -5
Alysia took the pin handed to her, wondering exactly what it was she was being handed when it suddenly grew in to a sword in her hands. She almost fell on her face with the sudden increase of weight, having not expected that nor was she use to wielding such a brutish and cruel weapon. She had just managed to balance herself, avoiding the extreme embarrassment of falling upon her face by shifting her weight up on her legs to balance properly when things became extremely....odd.
Alysia watched as Bernhard seemingly came back from the dead before her. He was sick and twisted now, his body a freakish amalgamation of horror straight out of the something from hell. He slaughtered somebody before her eyes then proceeded to widened and she screamed as chain sprung from seemingly nowhere and wrapped around her form. She struggled, but then screamed as needles suddenly burst from the chains and pierced in to her body cause her extreme agony. She sobbed, struggling more but the chains tightened upon her and caused more pain.
Involved with her own predicament, she did not see or hear what else was going on. Her brain was strangled by the pain, but she was working it out. The more she struggled, the tighter the chains became and the more pain she suffered. So her allowed her body to go limp, stopping the chains from tightening upon her. She thought fast, trying to figure out what do to. The chains tightened when she moved, and she was definitely not strong enough to break them she was sure of that. However she caught the male who had just entered yelling something, something about closing her eyes and she clench them shut instinctively. Being a Weaver, she liked the darkness naturally more so then the light, and bright lights hurt her eyes. So when the flash bang went over, despite having her eyes closed even then cause her pain through her eyelids and she screamed in agony, which only caused her to be delivered more pain from the chains wrapped around her form.
