Post by {K r a n k|-|P o P} on Feb 6, 2009 23:39:57 GMT -5
(It's uh... a bit straight forward, if you're confused-- good, things will be sorted out later, or so that is what I have in mind, if not I'll do some like.. introduction deal, but for right now this is what I've got-- for those who know about my story.)
“Have you heard?”
A male’s voice reverberated throughout the hallways. The large, crimson colored banners imprinted with a series of tiny gold diamonds and a larger, white diamond lining the bunch, acted as great acoustics, allowing the man’s deep, commanding voice to reach the ears of a colleague. The colleague’s dull eyes adhering to his companion’s own orbs; his lips parted to reply.
“Heard what, George?”
The man, who first spoke sniffed, took his gloved fist and wiped his nose though nothing was there that needed to be wiped. His eyes averted from his colleague, observing the vast garage they were currently in; however, the two were standing upon a walkway that hovered over tank-like vehicles with claws at the head, larger tires at the rear and smaller tires at the front, with turrets embedded like jewels in a necklace. They were masterpieces and could catch the eye of any, but the beauty could not cold the guard’s, George’s, attention. He simply circled his vision to where it landed upon his friend, an almost comical expression decorating his features.
“The convention, that’s what. The Overseer is attending, but that isn’t the shockn’ part, my friend,” George started, once again wiping his nose, “It’s a convention for G-F-Sigma, you hear?”
George’s colleague passed a laugh, his broad physique lolling back as his elbows rested on the steel railing. The male licked his lips, his eyes fixating on the rail parallel to him. “You’ve got to be kidding me… Why would the Overseer waste his time with those jokes, hmm?”
“That’s what I’m saying!” George snorted, feet guiding him to the same rail his colleague is leaning on. His eyes peered over the side like a hawk on prey; he observed the two males working on engines and various other parts of the Destroyers below. “Hey, Jeff, look at those brats. They’re a part of Sigma.”
“Oh?” Jeff inquired, his square-chin rising over his shoulder, his own eyes stealing a glance at the males below. “How’d you know?”
“Scrawny, Drones, what else should I say?” George shook his head, eyes closing and fist tightening its grip on the cold rail. “I don’t even see why we need em’ to tell you the truth.”
“Well, George, you can’t say that.” Jeff stated, his orbs rolling at his friend’s stubbornness.
“Huh? And why not?” George snapped, eyes glaring at Jeff who in response defensively lifted his hands, palms facing George, to calm his friend.
“Take it easy, I’m just saying they do all the fixing around here. Unless you plan on getting down there and taking on that Destroyer for yourself, I’d let the Drones do that.” Jeff’s words coolly slipped his lips. George rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders before pushing himself off the rail and facing right.
“Sure. Whatever,” the man simply replied before marching off followed by Jeff.
“Yo! George! Stop being an ignorant ass!” Jeff yelled after his friend before eyeing the two below and then exiting the building.
“Guards, they’re as stupid as they get.” A younger man laughed, a smile stretching across his thin lips, his fiery amber hues drifting off to the ceiling of the garage. His back pressing against the hood of the Destroyer, his arms stretched above his head, and his legs cross. “Don’t you think?”
Silence was all the man gained in reply, causing him to lift his head and for his eyes to search for his companion. His orbs rested on the figure hunched over a tool box, hands simultaneously digging into the tool box pulling a different tool out every time. However, the quantity of tools did not intimidate the Mechanic. He simply used a wrench here and there, and so on and so forth. When he was finished he would lift his hand and used the backside to wipe sweat drops from his forehead in an almost sequacious manner. The man’s quiet attitude and dull eyes bored his companion who sighed frustratingly and rolled back into previous position.
“You are so boring.” The man declared.
“Am not.”
“Finally an answer!” The brunette yelled, his smile reappearing as he lifted his torso from the hood and turned to face his companion. “So did you hear me or what?”
The mechanic exhaled softly, placed a tool on the ground delicately before shifting his position so he could see his friend clearly with his focused grey hues. “About the guards? I’m sorry, but there’s no use in repeating common knowledge.”
“Eh?” The brunette arched a brow, his pale blue eyes watching his friend, “You are so old-fashioned, seriously. Liven up!”
“Whatever, say what you want so I can get back to work,” the grey-eyed mechanic responded, now gradually leaning back, palms pressed on the surface of the ground to keep himself elevated.
“Ugh, fine, but don’t interrupt me!”
A blank stare.
“You heard about the convention right? Cool stuff, huh? But it’s not the whole Overseer I’m all excited for…” A smirk pressed upon the brunette’s lips, his pale eyes flashing. His companion simply blinked.
“It’s his daughter, you know-“
“Cecilia.” Now the man had suddenly sat up right, his eyes fixated on the ground, one armed bent at the elbow and propped upon his knee. His pensive state struck curiosity into the depths of his colleague.
“Oh? Does someone have a wittle’ crush on the Overseer’s daughter, hmm?” Teased the man.
“Shut the hell up, Harvy, before I drive this screw driver so far down your throat it’ll exit through your ass.”
“Ease up, Sebastian!” Harvy shot back, obviously intimidated by his friend’s threat, his icy gaze watching Sebastian intensely.
“Heh,” Sebastian scoffed, running his fingers through the heap of rusty locks upon the crown of his head, his eyes dropping. “I guess you’re right, it’s just…”
“If I were you, I’d give up on her. There’s no way the Overseer is going to allow a Sigma grunt take his daughter, uh uh, no way.”Harvy informed, relaxing at his friend’s calm nature. His azure gaze lifting from the conversation and dancing upon the ceiling, drawing random shapes. “But man, what a woman.”
Sebastian tensed, and naturally held his tongue from saying anymore—for he learned that silence is better than an argument—and resumed working on the Destroyer. His back faced his friend, so involuntarily his gaze softened and his eyes rested at the corner as he listened to Harvy. Sebastian paused in his work so his ears could pick up Harvy’s discussion about the Overseer and how he agreed about the Banishment.
“You agree, hm?” Sebastian questioned, his voice not sounding interested, but his main goal was to simply get Harvy off the ‘Cecilia’ topic – it made Sebastian somewhat uneasy.
“Of course I do! They’re not normal, barbaric if you will. It’s just wrong, you know?” Harvy attempted to describe, his facial features scrunching in discomfort. “Besides, people with such power don’t deserve to be here.”
Sebastian once again responded in silence, he had his own views on the treaty—the parchment that overruled the rights of any Mystics (magic users) to hold the privilege of owning a house in Thunder City, causing them to pack up and leave and if they did not listen, it would reside in death – but in addition to having views on the treaty, he had certain views only on politics as well. Sebastian is not a politician he’s a mechanic in training, and keeps his mind focused on his work. Any time he feels himself escaping the secure routine of work, he’d immediately catch himself and regain composure. However, Sebastian met and befriended Harvy—man of the complete opposite nature. He’s lazy, a smartass, and never is punctual. It usually annoys the shit out of Sebastian, but then again, when top authority would harass Sebastian, who was always there to back him up? Harvy. Through thick and thin that man has followed Sebastian religiously, giving in to commands Sebastian inadvertently would provide. Harvy’s loyal, that’s one thing, and it keeps Sebastian from completely going against the man; however, Sebastian isn’t perfect as well, and so having Harvy snap isn’t news either. It’s an ordinary relationship between two adults who happen to be close friends since they were eighteen.
“Well,” Harvy began, “As much fun as this has been, I’m gonna’ leave and go get ready for the convention later tonight, fine with you?” The mechanic jumped from the hood, pausing to look over his shoulder at Sebastian.
Sebastian waved his friend off, wrench currently wedged between his lips, eyes fixed on a loose part. But before the man could even grab the tool from his mouth, a loud siren sounded throughout the garage and other various parts of the Gallant Force Headquarters, causing him to catch himself and drop the wrench.
“What the hell?” Harvy yelled, lifting his hands and pressing his palms against his ears, left eye shutting from the singing sensation pulsing deep within his ears. “What’s going on?”
Sebastian gathered himself from his seating position, and stood by Harvy, eyes watching the large metal doors that lead to the corridor which branched to other parts of the HQ. As if on cue, the light above the door flashed green, opened and revealed a bevy of people pushing and huddling around one single body on a gurney. Sebastian could spot Harvy from the corner of his eyes trying to crane his neck to satisfy his curiosity, however, Sebastian turned his visage once catching a glimpse of black on the sheet—like a substance seeping through. Whatever underneath wasn’t human, and whatever it was, was dampening the sheet to the point of translucency.
“Oh, sick,” Harvy’s lips peeled back in disgust, but as he turned to pat Sebastian reassuringly on the shoulder a loud shrieking pierced the atmosphere, once again causing Harvy to cover his ears.
Before the two knew it the thing emerged from the gurney, striking all the medics around it with a single toxic blow. The men stumbled back, a few collapsed to the ground, but all were doubled-over covering their eyes and groaning loudly. Two sets of curious gazes watched in fright at the scene, the false-human-silhouette twitching, stepping, twitching, stepping as it slowly approached the two. It was hard to describe it, it had the shape of a gaunt man, but its skin was black and boiling, openings were seen in series around the joints leaking some viscous liquid that felt to the floor in heaps. The thing had no eyes, but a mouth; however, the mandible was unhinged, leaving a large opening guiding to the throat. But everything was black and a deep brown—like mud—from head to toe, and so it was hard to notice the difference of posterior and anterior. It would gasp after every step, twitch after every gasp, and shriek if Harvy or Sebastian would dare move—even flicker an eye movement.
“What… What is that thing?” Harvy conjured the courage to ask, but Sebastian lifted his arm and muffled his friend’s words. The mechanic stood, observing the mass as it slithered their direction, inch by inch.
Sebastian then licked his lips, parted them slowly and allowed a shaky breath to pass.
“Be quiet,” he whispered, “Its blind and can only hear, but if we move slowly-“
“How the hell do you know that?!” Harvy yelled, “This thing is a part of the plague!”
Sebastian allowed his grey orbs to widen as the creature took defense, its back hunching forward abnormally, and a more hissing sound emitting from its throat. “Great, you made it angry,” Sebastian added through grinding teeth before performing a right face and sprinting to a work bench not too far away. Harvy yelled after him calling him a coward, but as Sebastian approached the bench, he ripped a drawer open and selected a hand gun from the depths of scrap paper. Once Sebastian turned, he quickly aimed and shot at the creature, the bullet’s impact literally exploding the head however the outcome looked more similar to a needle bursting a water balloon.
Harvy’s muscles were shaking, he was now backed against the hood of the Destroyer, and eyes fixed on the remaining body of the monster. The man expected the monster to be dead and began to slip away from the hood towards Sebastian, but once again that shrieking pierced their ears. Sebastian stood, watching his companion as Harvy turned and began to run his direction. However, the creature collapsed to the ground like mud and began to travel against the floor in remarkable speed. Harvy yelled for Sebastian to move, but the mechanic remained still with his gun aimed at the moving blob on the floor ready for it when it came, but to his surprise instead of seeing the monster he saw Harvy blocking his view and then next thing feeling the cold, hard concrete against his skin and clothes and the gun being knocked from his grip.
Sebastian grunted as he fell hard to the ground, pushed by Harvy who flipped over Sebastian being engulfed by the creature. The mechanic coughed, formed a tight fist with his left hand and pressed against the floor with his right. He slowly lifted himself and brought his hand to his forehead, holding the pounding sensation. His eyes met with the body of Harvy on the floor, limp with no creature around. Sebastian blinked twice.
“Is it gone…?” Sebastian asked softly, gathering himself to stand as he calmly bent over to scoop up the weapon. His eyes fixed on Harvy. “Hey, Harvy…?”
Sebastian repeated, his steps quick but hesitant as he approached his collapsed friend. The moment Sebastian towered over Harvy, he cleared his throat; grey eyes searching the body before he dipped over outstretching his hand, but as Sebastian laid the minimum of pressures against the fabric of Harvey’s shirt, the man busted out in a fit of twitches. Taken by surprise, Sebastian paced away and tripped over his step, landing in a bundle on the floor and crawling away, however keeping his eyes focusing on Harvy.
“Harvy?” Sebastian’s voice passed over his lips like a child calling for its mother. The man never knew his words could sound so hurt, but as he saw his friend screaming in pain, holding his eyes and doubling-over—all Sebastian could think of was: that could’ve been him if it wasn’t for Harvy.
“Dammit Harvy!” Sebastian yelled, brows narrowing as he picked himself off the ground, aiming his gun. “Say that you’re alright, or I’ll shoot!”
Harvy rolled on his back and stomach a couple times before finally resting on his stomach, he languidly lifted his arms, rolling his hands over the ground before pressing with his palms and lazily picking himself up off the ground. He stumbled for balance, but once he achieved it, he craned his neck and snapped a glare towards Sebastian; however, instead of eyes there were deep, black holes secreting that familiar, sticky liquid. Sebastian caught a shaky breath, lifted his gun and aimed his cross hairs at the space between Harvy’s eyes.
“Please… Dammit, say you’re alright!” Sebastian demanded, eyes narrowed and lips in a snarl. His index finger nervously shook at the trigger guard.
Harvy, or whatever it was that took Hary’s place, opened its mouth the mandible abnormally stretching like the monster from before, and then followed that haunting shriek. Before Harvy could even rock back on his feet, he was shot at, again, and again. Each time a blow in the shoulder, in the chest, in the abdomen, but no harm done, only blood and clumps of flesh sprayed the area. However once Sebastian aimed the sights at Harvy’s forehead, where he was originally before nerves took him, he shot once before dropping the gun and backing away. “Fuck.” He barked as he saw his friend lifelessly drop to the floor.
“What the hell happened here?”
Sebastian’s paranoia got the best of him, causing him to snap his neck towards the owner of the voice, when he saw George and Jeff entering the metal doors from before, the mechanic shook his head. “I-I… he… they.” Sebastian stuttered, eyes darting from one side to another not believing what just happened. The real Sebastian, the one that’s dedicated, calm, and quiet would never do such a thing. But who knew something so horrible could happen in a blink of an eye?
“You just stop right there!” Jeff ordered, stepping forward and stretching his hand out, palm facing forward in a halt maneuver. George had knelt down near the medic scene, shaking his head as he attempted to take a pulse.
“Dead, all of them are...shit.” George replied, lifting himself as he reached for his gun, whipping it out and aiming the barrel straight down to Sebastian. “And I wouldn’t be surprised this Sigma brat killed them all!”
“What?!” Sebastian yelled, distraught as he stumbled once again. Eyes switching between Jeff and George.
“C’mon, George! How could one grunt kill off all of these men?” Jeff stated, placing his hand on the top of George’s gun, lowering it, but his colleague shot him a glare.
“Oh? And what else could’ve, hm?” George shouted, shaking his gun away from Jeff and repositioning it back at Sebastian. “Prove to me that you didn’t kill these men!”
Sebastian’s breathing quickened as his eyes darted across the garage looking for some hint of the monster that was just roaming the place. However, to his disadvantage nothing was left of the monster. Sebastian shook his head, “My proof? It’s my honesty, I’m telling you! There was… this thing-“
“Save it for interrogation! You’re coming with us, let’s go Jeff.” George ordered, gesturing with his weapon, but Jeff shook his head.
“Put off, we should look into this more before dumping the slaughter on him,” Jeff reassured, but George shook his head.
“If you’re not gonna’ restrain him, than I will.” The guard lowered his weapon and marched towards the shaking Sebastian, his grey eyes narrowed at the broad man.
“Like hell!” Sebastian argued, but before he could move George had lifted his gun and slammed down upon Sebastian’s crown knocking the man out cold.
“Have you heard?”
A male’s voice reverberated throughout the hallways. The large, crimson colored banners imprinted with a series of tiny gold diamonds and a larger, white diamond lining the bunch, acted as great acoustics, allowing the man’s deep, commanding voice to reach the ears of a colleague. The colleague’s dull eyes adhering to his companion’s own orbs; his lips parted to reply.
“Heard what, George?”
The man, who first spoke sniffed, took his gloved fist and wiped his nose though nothing was there that needed to be wiped. His eyes averted from his colleague, observing the vast garage they were currently in; however, the two were standing upon a walkway that hovered over tank-like vehicles with claws at the head, larger tires at the rear and smaller tires at the front, with turrets embedded like jewels in a necklace. They were masterpieces and could catch the eye of any, but the beauty could not cold the guard’s, George’s, attention. He simply circled his vision to where it landed upon his friend, an almost comical expression decorating his features.
“The convention, that’s what. The Overseer is attending, but that isn’t the shockn’ part, my friend,” George started, once again wiping his nose, “It’s a convention for G-F-Sigma, you hear?”
George’s colleague passed a laugh, his broad physique lolling back as his elbows rested on the steel railing. The male licked his lips, his eyes fixating on the rail parallel to him. “You’ve got to be kidding me… Why would the Overseer waste his time with those jokes, hmm?”
“That’s what I’m saying!” George snorted, feet guiding him to the same rail his colleague is leaning on. His eyes peered over the side like a hawk on prey; he observed the two males working on engines and various other parts of the Destroyers below. “Hey, Jeff, look at those brats. They’re a part of Sigma.”
“Oh?” Jeff inquired, his square-chin rising over his shoulder, his own eyes stealing a glance at the males below. “How’d you know?”
“Scrawny, Drones, what else should I say?” George shook his head, eyes closing and fist tightening its grip on the cold rail. “I don’t even see why we need em’ to tell you the truth.”
“Well, George, you can’t say that.” Jeff stated, his orbs rolling at his friend’s stubbornness.
“Huh? And why not?” George snapped, eyes glaring at Jeff who in response defensively lifted his hands, palms facing George, to calm his friend.
“Take it easy, I’m just saying they do all the fixing around here. Unless you plan on getting down there and taking on that Destroyer for yourself, I’d let the Drones do that.” Jeff’s words coolly slipped his lips. George rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders before pushing himself off the rail and facing right.
“Sure. Whatever,” the man simply replied before marching off followed by Jeff.
“Yo! George! Stop being an ignorant ass!” Jeff yelled after his friend before eyeing the two below and then exiting the building.
“Guards, they’re as stupid as they get.” A younger man laughed, a smile stretching across his thin lips, his fiery amber hues drifting off to the ceiling of the garage. His back pressing against the hood of the Destroyer, his arms stretched above his head, and his legs cross. “Don’t you think?”
Silence was all the man gained in reply, causing him to lift his head and for his eyes to search for his companion. His orbs rested on the figure hunched over a tool box, hands simultaneously digging into the tool box pulling a different tool out every time. However, the quantity of tools did not intimidate the Mechanic. He simply used a wrench here and there, and so on and so forth. When he was finished he would lift his hand and used the backside to wipe sweat drops from his forehead in an almost sequacious manner. The man’s quiet attitude and dull eyes bored his companion who sighed frustratingly and rolled back into previous position.
“You are so boring.” The man declared.
“Am not.”
“Finally an answer!” The brunette yelled, his smile reappearing as he lifted his torso from the hood and turned to face his companion. “So did you hear me or what?”
The mechanic exhaled softly, placed a tool on the ground delicately before shifting his position so he could see his friend clearly with his focused grey hues. “About the guards? I’m sorry, but there’s no use in repeating common knowledge.”
“Eh?” The brunette arched a brow, his pale blue eyes watching his friend, “You are so old-fashioned, seriously. Liven up!”
“Whatever, say what you want so I can get back to work,” the grey-eyed mechanic responded, now gradually leaning back, palms pressed on the surface of the ground to keep himself elevated.
“Ugh, fine, but don’t interrupt me!”
A blank stare.
“You heard about the convention right? Cool stuff, huh? But it’s not the whole Overseer I’m all excited for…” A smirk pressed upon the brunette’s lips, his pale eyes flashing. His companion simply blinked.
“It’s his daughter, you know-“
“Cecilia.” Now the man had suddenly sat up right, his eyes fixated on the ground, one armed bent at the elbow and propped upon his knee. His pensive state struck curiosity into the depths of his colleague.
“Oh? Does someone have a wittle’ crush on the Overseer’s daughter, hmm?” Teased the man.
“Shut the hell up, Harvy, before I drive this screw driver so far down your throat it’ll exit through your ass.”
“Ease up, Sebastian!” Harvy shot back, obviously intimidated by his friend’s threat, his icy gaze watching Sebastian intensely.
“Heh,” Sebastian scoffed, running his fingers through the heap of rusty locks upon the crown of his head, his eyes dropping. “I guess you’re right, it’s just…”
“If I were you, I’d give up on her. There’s no way the Overseer is going to allow a Sigma grunt take his daughter, uh uh, no way.”Harvy informed, relaxing at his friend’s calm nature. His azure gaze lifting from the conversation and dancing upon the ceiling, drawing random shapes. “But man, what a woman.”
Sebastian tensed, and naturally held his tongue from saying anymore—for he learned that silence is better than an argument—and resumed working on the Destroyer. His back faced his friend, so involuntarily his gaze softened and his eyes rested at the corner as he listened to Harvy. Sebastian paused in his work so his ears could pick up Harvy’s discussion about the Overseer and how he agreed about the Banishment.
“You agree, hm?” Sebastian questioned, his voice not sounding interested, but his main goal was to simply get Harvy off the ‘Cecilia’ topic – it made Sebastian somewhat uneasy.
“Of course I do! They’re not normal, barbaric if you will. It’s just wrong, you know?” Harvy attempted to describe, his facial features scrunching in discomfort. “Besides, people with such power don’t deserve to be here.”
Sebastian once again responded in silence, he had his own views on the treaty—the parchment that overruled the rights of any Mystics (magic users) to hold the privilege of owning a house in Thunder City, causing them to pack up and leave and if they did not listen, it would reside in death – but in addition to having views on the treaty, he had certain views only on politics as well. Sebastian is not a politician he’s a mechanic in training, and keeps his mind focused on his work. Any time he feels himself escaping the secure routine of work, he’d immediately catch himself and regain composure. However, Sebastian met and befriended Harvy—man of the complete opposite nature. He’s lazy, a smartass, and never is punctual. It usually annoys the shit out of Sebastian, but then again, when top authority would harass Sebastian, who was always there to back him up? Harvy. Through thick and thin that man has followed Sebastian religiously, giving in to commands Sebastian inadvertently would provide. Harvy’s loyal, that’s one thing, and it keeps Sebastian from completely going against the man; however, Sebastian isn’t perfect as well, and so having Harvy snap isn’t news either. It’s an ordinary relationship between two adults who happen to be close friends since they were eighteen.
“Well,” Harvy began, “As much fun as this has been, I’m gonna’ leave and go get ready for the convention later tonight, fine with you?” The mechanic jumped from the hood, pausing to look over his shoulder at Sebastian.
Sebastian waved his friend off, wrench currently wedged between his lips, eyes fixed on a loose part. But before the man could even grab the tool from his mouth, a loud siren sounded throughout the garage and other various parts of the Gallant Force Headquarters, causing him to catch himself and drop the wrench.
“What the hell?” Harvy yelled, lifting his hands and pressing his palms against his ears, left eye shutting from the singing sensation pulsing deep within his ears. “What’s going on?”
Sebastian gathered himself from his seating position, and stood by Harvy, eyes watching the large metal doors that lead to the corridor which branched to other parts of the HQ. As if on cue, the light above the door flashed green, opened and revealed a bevy of people pushing and huddling around one single body on a gurney. Sebastian could spot Harvy from the corner of his eyes trying to crane his neck to satisfy his curiosity, however, Sebastian turned his visage once catching a glimpse of black on the sheet—like a substance seeping through. Whatever underneath wasn’t human, and whatever it was, was dampening the sheet to the point of translucency.
“Oh, sick,” Harvy’s lips peeled back in disgust, but as he turned to pat Sebastian reassuringly on the shoulder a loud shrieking pierced the atmosphere, once again causing Harvy to cover his ears.
Before the two knew it the thing emerged from the gurney, striking all the medics around it with a single toxic blow. The men stumbled back, a few collapsed to the ground, but all were doubled-over covering their eyes and groaning loudly. Two sets of curious gazes watched in fright at the scene, the false-human-silhouette twitching, stepping, twitching, stepping as it slowly approached the two. It was hard to describe it, it had the shape of a gaunt man, but its skin was black and boiling, openings were seen in series around the joints leaking some viscous liquid that felt to the floor in heaps. The thing had no eyes, but a mouth; however, the mandible was unhinged, leaving a large opening guiding to the throat. But everything was black and a deep brown—like mud—from head to toe, and so it was hard to notice the difference of posterior and anterior. It would gasp after every step, twitch after every gasp, and shriek if Harvy or Sebastian would dare move—even flicker an eye movement.
“What… What is that thing?” Harvy conjured the courage to ask, but Sebastian lifted his arm and muffled his friend’s words. The mechanic stood, observing the mass as it slithered their direction, inch by inch.
Sebastian then licked his lips, parted them slowly and allowed a shaky breath to pass.
“Be quiet,” he whispered, “Its blind and can only hear, but if we move slowly-“
“How the hell do you know that?!” Harvy yelled, “This thing is a part of the plague!”
Sebastian allowed his grey orbs to widen as the creature took defense, its back hunching forward abnormally, and a more hissing sound emitting from its throat. “Great, you made it angry,” Sebastian added through grinding teeth before performing a right face and sprinting to a work bench not too far away. Harvy yelled after him calling him a coward, but as Sebastian approached the bench, he ripped a drawer open and selected a hand gun from the depths of scrap paper. Once Sebastian turned, he quickly aimed and shot at the creature, the bullet’s impact literally exploding the head however the outcome looked more similar to a needle bursting a water balloon.
Harvy’s muscles were shaking, he was now backed against the hood of the Destroyer, and eyes fixed on the remaining body of the monster. The man expected the monster to be dead and began to slip away from the hood towards Sebastian, but once again that shrieking pierced their ears. Sebastian stood, watching his companion as Harvy turned and began to run his direction. However, the creature collapsed to the ground like mud and began to travel against the floor in remarkable speed. Harvy yelled for Sebastian to move, but the mechanic remained still with his gun aimed at the moving blob on the floor ready for it when it came, but to his surprise instead of seeing the monster he saw Harvy blocking his view and then next thing feeling the cold, hard concrete against his skin and clothes and the gun being knocked from his grip.
Sebastian grunted as he fell hard to the ground, pushed by Harvy who flipped over Sebastian being engulfed by the creature. The mechanic coughed, formed a tight fist with his left hand and pressed against the floor with his right. He slowly lifted himself and brought his hand to his forehead, holding the pounding sensation. His eyes met with the body of Harvy on the floor, limp with no creature around. Sebastian blinked twice.
“Is it gone…?” Sebastian asked softly, gathering himself to stand as he calmly bent over to scoop up the weapon. His eyes fixed on Harvy. “Hey, Harvy…?”
Sebastian repeated, his steps quick but hesitant as he approached his collapsed friend. The moment Sebastian towered over Harvy, he cleared his throat; grey eyes searching the body before he dipped over outstretching his hand, but as Sebastian laid the minimum of pressures against the fabric of Harvey’s shirt, the man busted out in a fit of twitches. Taken by surprise, Sebastian paced away and tripped over his step, landing in a bundle on the floor and crawling away, however keeping his eyes focusing on Harvy.
“Harvy?” Sebastian’s voice passed over his lips like a child calling for its mother. The man never knew his words could sound so hurt, but as he saw his friend screaming in pain, holding his eyes and doubling-over—all Sebastian could think of was: that could’ve been him if it wasn’t for Harvy.
“Dammit Harvy!” Sebastian yelled, brows narrowing as he picked himself off the ground, aiming his gun. “Say that you’re alright, or I’ll shoot!”
Harvy rolled on his back and stomach a couple times before finally resting on his stomach, he languidly lifted his arms, rolling his hands over the ground before pressing with his palms and lazily picking himself up off the ground. He stumbled for balance, but once he achieved it, he craned his neck and snapped a glare towards Sebastian; however, instead of eyes there were deep, black holes secreting that familiar, sticky liquid. Sebastian caught a shaky breath, lifted his gun and aimed his cross hairs at the space between Harvy’s eyes.
“Please… Dammit, say you’re alright!” Sebastian demanded, eyes narrowed and lips in a snarl. His index finger nervously shook at the trigger guard.
Harvy, or whatever it was that took Hary’s place, opened its mouth the mandible abnormally stretching like the monster from before, and then followed that haunting shriek. Before Harvy could even rock back on his feet, he was shot at, again, and again. Each time a blow in the shoulder, in the chest, in the abdomen, but no harm done, only blood and clumps of flesh sprayed the area. However once Sebastian aimed the sights at Harvy’s forehead, where he was originally before nerves took him, he shot once before dropping the gun and backing away. “Fuck.” He barked as he saw his friend lifelessly drop to the floor.
“What the hell happened here?”
Sebastian’s paranoia got the best of him, causing him to snap his neck towards the owner of the voice, when he saw George and Jeff entering the metal doors from before, the mechanic shook his head. “I-I… he… they.” Sebastian stuttered, eyes darting from one side to another not believing what just happened. The real Sebastian, the one that’s dedicated, calm, and quiet would never do such a thing. But who knew something so horrible could happen in a blink of an eye?
“You just stop right there!” Jeff ordered, stepping forward and stretching his hand out, palm facing forward in a halt maneuver. George had knelt down near the medic scene, shaking his head as he attempted to take a pulse.
“Dead, all of them are...shit.” George replied, lifting himself as he reached for his gun, whipping it out and aiming the barrel straight down to Sebastian. “And I wouldn’t be surprised this Sigma brat killed them all!”
“What?!” Sebastian yelled, distraught as he stumbled once again. Eyes switching between Jeff and George.
“C’mon, George! How could one grunt kill off all of these men?” Jeff stated, placing his hand on the top of George’s gun, lowering it, but his colleague shot him a glare.
“Oh? And what else could’ve, hm?” George shouted, shaking his gun away from Jeff and repositioning it back at Sebastian. “Prove to me that you didn’t kill these men!”
Sebastian’s breathing quickened as his eyes darted across the garage looking for some hint of the monster that was just roaming the place. However, to his disadvantage nothing was left of the monster. Sebastian shook his head, “My proof? It’s my honesty, I’m telling you! There was… this thing-“
“Save it for interrogation! You’re coming with us, let’s go Jeff.” George ordered, gesturing with his weapon, but Jeff shook his head.
“Put off, we should look into this more before dumping the slaughter on him,” Jeff reassured, but George shook his head.
“If you’re not gonna’ restrain him, than I will.” The guard lowered his weapon and marched towards the shaking Sebastian, his grey eyes narrowed at the broad man.
“Like hell!” Sebastian argued, but before he could move George had lifted his gun and slammed down upon Sebastian’s crown knocking the man out cold.