Klingenshtat
15-02-2005, 22:08
Prefix
The girl screamed and beat her hands against the toughened glass again, a figure merely stared back and blinked, the light shining slightly off of the monocle in its right eye.
He looked down at a folder, which he opened and he thumbed through a few of the pictures.
‘You’re telling me a child gave of these kinds of readings? This incident was cause by just her?’ the figure whispered.
‘We found massive brainwave readings on that level still apparent on the test subject after the incident too, she was difficult to restrain…’ A small, wizened figure of a man stood hunched, his lab coat covered in various stains, some of them red, the two grey, bushy caterpillars bunched together as he coughed. ‘But now I have another little test subject to use.’
‘Good, who will be helping you?’ The figure turned slightly
‘Egbert’ he coughed again, the figure shivered. ‘You’re...uncomfortable around him? Even after all this time?’
‘A dead man bought back to life using one of those…machines? Yes, yes I am uncomfortable around him; ghosts give me the creeps, as it should any other man.’
Grienko laughed wheezily. ‘Oh dear Franz, seems that you’ll have to be scared of me too, I’ll be dead soon enough.’
‘Don’t be daft; you’ve had that cough for five years as it is.’ Smirked Franz.
They turned and walked down a long, twisted corridor, the occasional pair of metal doors, Franz walked with his hands behind his back, and Grienko used a small cane.
They stopped by a single door which had “viewing booth” adorned on it.
‘I believe this is where we part ways for a short while.’ Franz nodded to the old man and walked through the door, inside was a single seat, similar to those used in cinema’s, a large white screen. Just above the door was a small rectangle cut into the wall, a small projector sat in the little alcove.
Franz had just sat down when the projector burst into life, and a middle-aged man in similar lab coat style clothing appeared, not on the screen, but as an image of pure, 3D light.
‘Ah, Herr Franz! Glad you could make it!’
Franz jumped and let out a startled cry. ‘Mein Gott, do not do that!’
Egbert laughed, and stroked his moustache. ‘Quite a treat for you today Franz, this subject I hear, is quite a powerful character.’
‘Yes, yes. Just make sure that you place the damn control chip in, we cannot have these…things wandering the streets, doing this sort of horrible thing.’ Franz waved his hand dismissively.
‘Well, hope you enjoy the show.’ Egbert bowed and then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he had gone.
The screen flickered into life now as the same figure appeared, the camera sat in the roof of the surgical room, around the checkered tiles sat various equipment, the projector that ensured Egbert could be in the room, and Grienko stood in his surgical gloves and cloak.
The Girl was wheeled in on a small stretcher-bed, her purple hair was sprawled over the pillow, a few leather straps held her to the bed, she seemed to be unconscious.
Grienko picked up a scalpel and began to slowly bring the blade towards the young girl’s flesh.
Then her eyes flicked open and she screamed in terror, a high pitched cry, she tried to struggled, but the bonds wouldn’t budge.
The blade made it’s unstoppable move down in an arc towards her soft skin.
She screamed again, then, something unthinkable happened.
The projector was wrenched from its holding and began to fly across the room.
‘Gr-’ Egbert managed before the wire was cut, and he disappeared.
Grienko turned, just in time to see the projector fly into his face, shattering the front of his skull.
The bonds snapped and she got hazily up and rubbed her head, the trolley she was wheeled on in shot out of the room, bashed the walls open, careered along the hallway and out through the large glass window.
Franz jumped when he heard the glass smash, the corridor and window were right behind him, he saw the girl turn and bolt for the door, he did the same from the viewing booth and turned just to see her hair disappear from the very bottom of the window.
Franz just reacted by pulling out his gun and firing some shots into the bushes, when he heard no cry of pain he too jumped and crashed down into the undergrowth.
Sprinting along through the woodland he could just see her hair, turning twisting, changing directions, then is seemed to drop down and disappear.
Panicking Franz sprinted through the undergrowth, and then the ground ran out. Splashing into the shallow water Franz’s pocket watch leapt from his pocket and settled in the silt. Swearing Franz pulled the watch from the water and held it in his right hand, his pistol now in his left hand.
It ticked still, which was a good sign, he smiled a little, the sound of thundering water now creeping into his ears.
He rounded a small bend in the river, he was only knee deep in water, and sure enough, there she was, purple hair and all, peeing, wondering how to get down.
The ticking rattled on, faintly over the thunder of the water, the girl turned and raised her hands over her head.
‘Not this time.’ Yelled Franz.
The gun bucked backwards in his hand, the shell flying into the air, then sinking slowly into the silt at the bottom of the river bed.
She fell; the waterfall carried her down into the mist, the blood mixing with the clear liquid giving an almost yellow colour for the briefest of seconds, before vanishing with the body.
Franz peered over the side, the rocks that had been dragged down over the relentless force of the river stuck jagged out of the silt below, satisfied he turned and began to walk back up the stream.
The girl screamed and beat her hands against the toughened glass again, a figure merely stared back and blinked, the light shining slightly off of the monocle in its right eye.
He looked down at a folder, which he opened and he thumbed through a few of the pictures.
‘You’re telling me a child gave of these kinds of readings? This incident was cause by just her?’ the figure whispered.
‘We found massive brainwave readings on that level still apparent on the test subject after the incident too, she was difficult to restrain…’ A small, wizened figure of a man stood hunched, his lab coat covered in various stains, some of them red, the two grey, bushy caterpillars bunched together as he coughed. ‘But now I have another little test subject to use.’
‘Good, who will be helping you?’ The figure turned slightly
‘Egbert’ he coughed again, the figure shivered. ‘You’re...uncomfortable around him? Even after all this time?’
‘A dead man bought back to life using one of those…machines? Yes, yes I am uncomfortable around him; ghosts give me the creeps, as it should any other man.’
Grienko laughed wheezily. ‘Oh dear Franz, seems that you’ll have to be scared of me too, I’ll be dead soon enough.’
‘Don’t be daft; you’ve had that cough for five years as it is.’ Smirked Franz.
They turned and walked down a long, twisted corridor, the occasional pair of metal doors, Franz walked with his hands behind his back, and Grienko used a small cane.
They stopped by a single door which had “viewing booth” adorned on it.
‘I believe this is where we part ways for a short while.’ Franz nodded to the old man and walked through the door, inside was a single seat, similar to those used in cinema’s, a large white screen. Just above the door was a small rectangle cut into the wall, a small projector sat in the little alcove.
Franz had just sat down when the projector burst into life, and a middle-aged man in similar lab coat style clothing appeared, not on the screen, but as an image of pure, 3D light.
‘Ah, Herr Franz! Glad you could make it!’
Franz jumped and let out a startled cry. ‘Mein Gott, do not do that!’
Egbert laughed, and stroked his moustache. ‘Quite a treat for you today Franz, this subject I hear, is quite a powerful character.’
‘Yes, yes. Just make sure that you place the damn control chip in, we cannot have these…things wandering the streets, doing this sort of horrible thing.’ Franz waved his hand dismissively.
‘Well, hope you enjoy the show.’ Egbert bowed and then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he had gone.
The screen flickered into life now as the same figure appeared, the camera sat in the roof of the surgical room, around the checkered tiles sat various equipment, the projector that ensured Egbert could be in the room, and Grienko stood in his surgical gloves and cloak.
The Girl was wheeled in on a small stretcher-bed, her purple hair was sprawled over the pillow, a few leather straps held her to the bed, she seemed to be unconscious.
Grienko picked up a scalpel and began to slowly bring the blade towards the young girl’s flesh.
Then her eyes flicked open and she screamed in terror, a high pitched cry, she tried to struggled, but the bonds wouldn’t budge.
The blade made it’s unstoppable move down in an arc towards her soft skin.
She screamed again, then, something unthinkable happened.
The projector was wrenched from its holding and began to fly across the room.
‘Gr-’ Egbert managed before the wire was cut, and he disappeared.
Grienko turned, just in time to see the projector fly into his face, shattering the front of his skull.
The bonds snapped and she got hazily up and rubbed her head, the trolley she was wheeled on in shot out of the room, bashed the walls open, careered along the hallway and out through the large glass window.
Franz jumped when he heard the glass smash, the corridor and window were right behind him, he saw the girl turn and bolt for the door, he did the same from the viewing booth and turned just to see her hair disappear from the very bottom of the window.
Franz just reacted by pulling out his gun and firing some shots into the bushes, when he heard no cry of pain he too jumped and crashed down into the undergrowth.
Sprinting along through the woodland he could just see her hair, turning twisting, changing directions, then is seemed to drop down and disappear.
Panicking Franz sprinted through the undergrowth, and then the ground ran out. Splashing into the shallow water Franz’s pocket watch leapt from his pocket and settled in the silt. Swearing Franz pulled the watch from the water and held it in his right hand, his pistol now in his left hand.
It ticked still, which was a good sign, he smiled a little, the sound of thundering water now creeping into his ears.
He rounded a small bend in the river, he was only knee deep in water, and sure enough, there she was, purple hair and all, peeing, wondering how to get down.
The ticking rattled on, faintly over the thunder of the water, the girl turned and raised her hands over her head.
‘Not this time.’ Yelled Franz.
The gun bucked backwards in his hand, the shell flying into the air, then sinking slowly into the silt at the bottom of the river bed.
She fell; the waterfall carried her down into the mist, the blood mixing with the clear liquid giving an almost yellow colour for the briefest of seconds, before vanishing with the body.
Franz peered over the side, the rocks that had been dragged down over the relentless force of the river stuck jagged out of the silt below, satisfied he turned and began to walk back up the stream.