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The End Of Forever
The End Of Forever

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PHQ-Nickname:
EskimoBob

Halfquake:
Sadistic Eskimo INC

Level:
5

Total kills:
6,719

Birthday:
September 21st 1985

Chapter 4: The Voice.

Mood:neutral
Type:Story
Added:July 26th 2003, 01:20:25
Visits:1295
Series:[ Half-Quake: Ascension ]
Rating:Not rated yet.

It's funny how you can be so blind to something so close to your face, that when it hits you, you wonder why you didn't see it in the first place. I guess that's what was so bad about losing my foot, it finally opened my eyes to the obvious truth: I wasn't going to make it out of here alive. I guess the reason I held onto the hope that I would make it out of here alive was because, there always seemed to be something there to save me, some break away floor or some teleported that would always pop up to save me. Hell I even thought this was some new freaking reality show. This time though, if I had have just taking a second longer, well, I didn't want to think about it.

I'm not sure about what happened after I finished crying in the life box… I can remember not wanting to leave, but something pushed me onwards, paranoia perhaps? I sort of phased out of reality, not caring about life or death, there was just one thing on my mind, that face… I wanted to cause it as much pain as it had to me; I wanted to make it bleed, to watch as I slowly cut the bones out of… I think that's what forced my mind back… the rage… the sword. I can't remember where it came from. It was like a blessing from the heavens, I felt invincible holding it, it was amazing… it was like being a battery, connected to a recharger after being drained for so long, I was invincible, I could make anything suffer, I could slowly cut of the skin and rip away the flesh of…. Of… I threw the sword to the side of the room. It was the voice… it was filled with rage, driving me towards doing unthinkable acts, what I did to some of the creatures that befall my path; nothing deserved that, not even those weird creatures that lived here. I needed to get rid of it… the voice was eating away at my soul, but it was so powerful, even over there it was talking to me, whispering things in my ear, telling me of power of glory… I needed to touch it again, to feel the sweet caress of the hilt; I crawled on my hands and knees manically laughing all the way.

My hand was shaking; I needed to touch it… my head was screaming with conflicting thoughts, the voice pleading with me to take it, my conscience trying to stop me from grabbing it, I couldn't… resist… I clasped it with both hands, holding it up towards the deep black. "I'm so sorry, I… We… will never part again" I told it.
";Don't worry" it whispered back ""your only human."
It laughed at me mockingly.
I shook with rage. "Only human?!?" I screamed. "Your nothing with out me! I will prove it to you; I will make you beg for flesh to carve through, I will make you scream for more, I will make you realise that you were created solely for me! Someone like me has never handled you! I am your master, you should obey me!"
"Self-centred humans" was it's only reply.
I sat there staring wide eyed at it. I wanted to prove myself so bad; I wanted to tear up flesh to prove my worth, I ran through the darkness, picking up speed with each step, the sword pushing me past the limits of what a normal human can do, the voice flooding my head with thoughts of dismemberment and killing, I need something to kill, I need to prove my worth… there! I herd a familiar gurgling noise. With a maniacal laugh I tore through the darkness, ending up in a room with 5 gigantic hammers and one of those creatures at the end. Without a second thought I leapt onto a platform underneath the first mallet. I managed to leap to the second pad before the first mallet even fell, making my way at a blinding speed, leaping and running, my thoughts filled with what I could do to the creature.

The first mallet finally crunched down upon it's pad just as I was at the fifth and final one, alerting the creature to my presence, it let out a surprised gurgle as I smashed my whole weight into it, sending me and the thing tumbling to the ground. Stunned it picked itself back up slowly, somewhat confused and dazed. Giving it no chance to figure out what hit it, I slashed upwards at the creatures left arm, hitting the target with a satisfying spray of a greenish white blood. I let out an amused laugh, "Aww did I hurt you?" I asked it. "Or perhaps you do like what I've done to you, You things seem to like big traps that cause immense pain, perhaps you'll get something out of this… I know I will"
It tried to squirm away clasping the stump where it's left arm was. "Your not leaving are you? Oh I'm hurt. Perhaps I'll make you comfortable? Take a seat"
With that I sliced the sword through its legs, producing an ear splitting scream.
";Didn't that help you any?" I mocked. "Maybe you need something to eat?"
I picked up one of its legs and shoved it in its mouth. "Hmmn can't eat solids can you? We'll I'll guess I'll have to go for something a little bit more digested?"
With that, I slowly sliced its belly causing more sporadic gasps of pain from the creature. I reached in to the belly and felt around. "Perhaps this will do?"
I grabbed a hold of whatever was in there and heaved it out. The creature's body started to convulse wildly. ";Don't die on me yet, you've yet to taste the main course"
With that I shoved it into its mouth, forcing it down through its throat. With that, the creature took just about all it could take and finally it stoped struggling, slowly its remaining arm sank to the floor, showing that all signs of life had ceased. "Awww is that all?" I asked the corpse "if only there was a life box here, we could have had a lot more fun."
With that I let out a maniacal laugh, and proceeded to slice up the body.

"Truly, a wonderful display."
I flung my sword around behind me. My body froze just as I was about to strike whatever was behind me. With a grunt I tried to get free. "You will find that movement is quite impossible, I thought that perhaps it was time to pay you a visit."
I looked up at whatever was in front of me. It appeared to be a man, little more then my hight, he was black white and grey, as usual; but he looked very neat. He had slicked back hair, which appeared to go into a ponytail, with small glasses that appeared to be more for fashion then anything. Most striking were his eyes, which were a dull green, and featured rather large bags under them from, obvious sleep depravity. He was wearing a business suit, sporting a tie with that evil smiley face featured down the bottom. "Who are you?" I asked.
He laughed. "Mr. Victim, that's not really all that important, but what IS important is what I am here for."
His voice sounded oddly familiar. "And what would that be for" I snapped.
"I am here, to offer you a choice. You see we at this institute…"
"Institute?!?" I interrupted
He ignored me " sometimes feel that a victims talents; such as one like yourself, could be used to provided further entertainment."
I closed my eyes and started laughing; I wasn't even going to bother pointing out what I thought about that.
There was a twinkle in his eye, "What we are offering, is your own personal arena, where we will send you other victims for you to kill as sadistically as you so choose."
He grinned at me. "What if I don't want to?"
His smile disappeared. "Then you go on with your meaningless existence in this place, minus the sword."
"You're going to take my sword if I don't go along with your stupid games?"
"OUR sword Mr. Victim. Besides, we can't have you running around completely insane, where would the fun be?"
I spat at him. "You are one sick bastard"
";Don't call me a bastard." He wiped his glasses. "You've got two choices Mister Victim, if you decide to go ahead with our Idea, hold onto the sword, if not throw it into this pit."
He pointed over to a far corner, which proceeded to shatter, exposing a white outline, and an obvious fall. "You've got one minute, that's all the time I can waste on you."
With that I collapsed to the ground, suddenly loosened by his invisible grip. I looked up to find him replaced by a timer. "Tick-tock Mr Victim" he mocked.

I clasped the sword in my hands, my mind filled with the voice, and my own thoughts. It cried out to be let into the arena, where our thirst for blood can be quenched. It tried as best it could to drown out my other thoughts, but one stood above the rest: I would never escape if I did choose to go to the arena. Could I live for what might possibly be an eternity killing innocent people? "Yes." screamed the voice.
I couldn't do that… I know I couldn't "You can you pathetic human and you will, I control you, you will accept!" screamed the voice.
"You don't control ME!" I screamed out loud.
With that I threw the sword at the pit, surprised at my own action. It took every ounce of my self-control not to jump in after it.

"What a pity." The voice echoed around the room. "We had some good ideas for what we were going to do with you. Well let's not waste any more time with you. She's waiting."
The voice echoed slowly around the room, getting fainter and fainter, until only I, my thoughts and a large amount of static were left sitting in an infinite darkness.

Syndel
July 09th 2004, 22:36:43
very nice story - mirrors the victim in hq amen pretty well but idea for later is more depressive maybe? so far uve had cluelessness, desparety, mystery, panic and madness... pretty good :P

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