Varthonai
July 24th, 2008, 12:49 AM
"Excellent," Hector smiled. "Just those last two poor fellows over there, against the three of us... almost pitiful, really."
The team advanced toward the final target, ready for battle.
***
A lone man in a brown fedora walked through the halls that led to the heart of the Level 5 complex. A microphone buzzed in his ear.
"What do you want?" hissed the man in the fedora.
"We need you to check in at the Core," came a reply.
"I'm off-duty! I don't need to do anything!"
"Mr. Frederick, I'm afraid we can make you do whatever we ask. You're under our control as long as we have your termination codes. The undead flesh you inhabit only lasts so long as we continue to keep our fingers off of the keys that deactivate your regenerative medical devices."
"It's DR. FREDDY," replied the Elite. "You know that, you were the one who pulled me out of my world's Hell and into THIS one, remember?"
"Very well, Dr. Freddy. Be prepared for combat, unlikely as it is. You may activate your primary weapon."
Five long razor blades slid out of a glove on Dr. Freddy's right hand. The Doctor growled into his headset.
"I'm going to get compensation for this. This is ABUSE."
"Call it what you will, Dr. Freddy. Now go and investigate. We're running on a tight schedule."
***
Herald observed Dr. Freddy's progress from the Observation Deck. One of his co-workers came to watch with him.
"What... IS he?"
"He is a clone of the corpse of a different man," Herald replied, "implanted with that man's memories, given supernatural strength and power and weapons. He was originally created to combat one of our rogue co-workers. You see, in his former life he had a vendetta against our psychiatric consultant... so we turned to him when our psychiatric consultant turned out to be just as depraved as the men we were trying to contain."
"You're talking about--"
"Don't say his name out loud," Herald warned. "Betrayals from the inside are always classified. There are many people who might overhear in this area."
"But it's him, isn't it? You know who I mean."
"Yes," Harold answered. "Him."
The other man was silent. "So Freddy's mad at him for some reason? Did they have a fight?"
"Freddy was brutally beaten and then decapitated by The Man In Question."
"...I see."
"Even after their initial fight, when The Man In Question fled, we decided to keep Freddy, though. Bloody rage is a powerful ally, and he's become a capable fighter."
"So why are we wasting him on a recon op?"
"Necessity, my friend. Necessity."
***
The three members of the shaky truce stood victorious over the burned, bloodied bodies of the patrol team.
"All right, I have the combination to the vault," Hector said, immediately going back to business. "Stand aside, it'll spring fast when it--"
"YOU!" boomed a voice from across the hallway, resonating with disbelief. "YOU! YOU F*CKING BASTARD!"
Hector swerved. "What the hell are you--how did they know?! How did they--"
*shkt*
Hector dodged just in time from a blow that came--not from "Dr. Freddy"--but from the Joker. A thrown playing card slashed Hector's ear. It had been aimed at his neck.
"HAHAHAHA! I knew it, Hecky! This was a setup!"
"No, you idiot!" hissed Hector. "HE'S the one who--"
The Joker's fist hit Hector in his masked face. The pale-skinned devil had been palming a joybuzzer, and some of it coursed through the material of the helmet to shock Hector badly.
"Gahhh!" screamed Hector, shaking erratically. "Stop it, this is--"
*SHKT*
Three razor-sharp claws slid through the Joker's back. "No one is going to kill that bastard except for me," growled Dr. Freddy into the Joker's ear. "NO ONE."
The Joker's bloody body fell to the floor, spitting blood and convulsing. Dr. Freddy didn't bother finishing him off--he had bigger fish to fry, so he turned his rotting eyes on Hector.
"So. We meet again."
"Spare the archenemy formalities, Frederick, I'm not in the mood," said Hector, spitting out a few teeth--teeth that were rotted and blackened, and moist with swamp-like gooey material. "At worst you could say we've killed EACH OTHER; the vendetta's over."
"Yet here you are, alive and well again," hissed Freddy. "I will not rest until you are DEAD and never come back!"
Shriek had been pacing the room, trying to get in a shot or a sound to manipulate Freddy. Freddy turned his head to her.
"Spare it, ma'am," he chuckled. "I'm already technically dead, so your lightning bolts will do little harm--and I only obey commands from the Corporation, so don't bother trying to control me either. But I'll make you a deal--you can join the Corporation if you like. It's better than having to live in those ridiculous cells and run through the Corporation's arena games like a damned Roman gladiator."
"Don't listen to him, Frances!" shouted Hector. "They'll just make you into an Elite! A disgusting monster like him!"
"You call ME a monster... ha, that's ironic, isn't i--AGH!!!"
Hector had lunged at Freddy and knocked him to the floor. He had his mouth very close to Freddy's face--it almost looked like he was trying to kiss him, but on closer inspection it was obvious that he was biting Freddy's ear off and seeming as if he were about to chew right into his enemy's brain. His hands were working furiously to hold Freddy's limbs still, but if the undead creature beneath him got one hand loose it was all over...
I have the upper hand now, thanks to his incessant need for monologues, Hector thought. But I hope you aren't seriously considering his offer, Ms. Barrison...
(SPP, this is an actual turning point. Your character can continue from here as an ally of Hector, or she can turn on Hector and become an ally of the Corporation, or she can simply walk away from the fight and try to find her own path out of the Corporation's prison. As you will.)
The team advanced toward the final target, ready for battle.
***
A lone man in a brown fedora walked through the halls that led to the heart of the Level 5 complex. A microphone buzzed in his ear.
"What do you want?" hissed the man in the fedora.
"We need you to check in at the Core," came a reply.
"I'm off-duty! I don't need to do anything!"
"Mr. Frederick, I'm afraid we can make you do whatever we ask. You're under our control as long as we have your termination codes. The undead flesh you inhabit only lasts so long as we continue to keep our fingers off of the keys that deactivate your regenerative medical devices."
"It's DR. FREDDY," replied the Elite. "You know that, you were the one who pulled me out of my world's Hell and into THIS one, remember?"
"Very well, Dr. Freddy. Be prepared for combat, unlikely as it is. You may activate your primary weapon."
Five long razor blades slid out of a glove on Dr. Freddy's right hand. The Doctor growled into his headset.
"I'm going to get compensation for this. This is ABUSE."
"Call it what you will, Dr. Freddy. Now go and investigate. We're running on a tight schedule."
***
Herald observed Dr. Freddy's progress from the Observation Deck. One of his co-workers came to watch with him.
"What... IS he?"
"He is a clone of the corpse of a different man," Herald replied, "implanted with that man's memories, given supernatural strength and power and weapons. He was originally created to combat one of our rogue co-workers. You see, in his former life he had a vendetta against our psychiatric consultant... so we turned to him when our psychiatric consultant turned out to be just as depraved as the men we were trying to contain."
"You're talking about--"
"Don't say his name out loud," Herald warned. "Betrayals from the inside are always classified. There are many people who might overhear in this area."
"But it's him, isn't it? You know who I mean."
"Yes," Harold answered. "Him."
The other man was silent. "So Freddy's mad at him for some reason? Did they have a fight?"
"Freddy was brutally beaten and then decapitated by The Man In Question."
"...I see."
"Even after their initial fight, when The Man In Question fled, we decided to keep Freddy, though. Bloody rage is a powerful ally, and he's become a capable fighter."
"So why are we wasting him on a recon op?"
"Necessity, my friend. Necessity."
***
The three members of the shaky truce stood victorious over the burned, bloodied bodies of the patrol team.
"All right, I have the combination to the vault," Hector said, immediately going back to business. "Stand aside, it'll spring fast when it--"
"YOU!" boomed a voice from across the hallway, resonating with disbelief. "YOU! YOU F*CKING BASTARD!"
Hector swerved. "What the hell are you--how did they know?! How did they--"
*shkt*
Hector dodged just in time from a blow that came--not from "Dr. Freddy"--but from the Joker. A thrown playing card slashed Hector's ear. It had been aimed at his neck.
"HAHAHAHA! I knew it, Hecky! This was a setup!"
"No, you idiot!" hissed Hector. "HE'S the one who--"
The Joker's fist hit Hector in his masked face. The pale-skinned devil had been palming a joybuzzer, and some of it coursed through the material of the helmet to shock Hector badly.
"Gahhh!" screamed Hector, shaking erratically. "Stop it, this is--"
*SHKT*
Three razor-sharp claws slid through the Joker's back. "No one is going to kill that bastard except for me," growled Dr. Freddy into the Joker's ear. "NO ONE."
The Joker's bloody body fell to the floor, spitting blood and convulsing. Dr. Freddy didn't bother finishing him off--he had bigger fish to fry, so he turned his rotting eyes on Hector.
"So. We meet again."
"Spare the archenemy formalities, Frederick, I'm not in the mood," said Hector, spitting out a few teeth--teeth that were rotted and blackened, and moist with swamp-like gooey material. "At worst you could say we've killed EACH OTHER; the vendetta's over."
"Yet here you are, alive and well again," hissed Freddy. "I will not rest until you are DEAD and never come back!"
Shriek had been pacing the room, trying to get in a shot or a sound to manipulate Freddy. Freddy turned his head to her.
"Spare it, ma'am," he chuckled. "I'm already technically dead, so your lightning bolts will do little harm--and I only obey commands from the Corporation, so don't bother trying to control me either. But I'll make you a deal--you can join the Corporation if you like. It's better than having to live in those ridiculous cells and run through the Corporation's arena games like a damned Roman gladiator."
"Don't listen to him, Frances!" shouted Hector. "They'll just make you into an Elite! A disgusting monster like him!"
"You call ME a monster... ha, that's ironic, isn't i--AGH!!!"
Hector had lunged at Freddy and knocked him to the floor. He had his mouth very close to Freddy's face--it almost looked like he was trying to kiss him, but on closer inspection it was obvious that he was biting Freddy's ear off and seeming as if he were about to chew right into his enemy's brain. His hands were working furiously to hold Freddy's limbs still, but if the undead creature beneath him got one hand loose it was all over...
I have the upper hand now, thanks to his incessant need for monologues, Hector thought. But I hope you aren't seriously considering his offer, Ms. Barrison...
(SPP, this is an actual turning point. Your character can continue from here as an ally of Hector, or she can turn on Hector and become an ally of the Corporation, or she can simply walk away from the fight and try to find her own path out of the Corporation's prison. As you will.)