#he’s in a syringe please it’s not a jar

[sandeewithtwoe]

My long awaited (not really) DTIYS for hitting 2k followers!

Thank you guys so so so much!! You’re all insane <33

Geno and Error belong to loverofpiggies

(Rules and prizes are under the cut)

RULES:

The deadline is July 5 2024. You can still participate after the date, there just won’t be any prize :P (except for my love of course)

For this DTIYS, I will not be picking the winners! I did that last time and it was a nightmare. Instead, the winners will be picked randomly

You can change the pose, background and pretty much the whole composition, you can even remove Error’s hand and replace it with something else if you want. I really just want everyone to be creative! All I’m asking is to keep Geno being stuck in a syringe as the main focus

You can submit only one drawing

No tracing or AI please!

Use “#sandee2kdtiys” and tag me in your post so that I can like + reblog

And the most important part: Have fun!

PRIZES:

First place: full body drawing

Second place: Half body drawing

Third place: Bust drawing

AND THANK YOU AGAIN EVERYONE!! FOR EVERYTHING!!!!

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GOOD GIRL

Avenger Loki x gender neutral!reader In which Loki changes things up a little

~ SMUT!! [ fingering, praise, light breast play, light oral, references to vaginal s3x ]

~ TW!! [ character injury but mild ]

I meant it as a joke, you thought to yourself, half ruefully, half gleefully. But as the quivering, spread legs before you revealed a dripping, fluttering cunt, you could hardly call your thoughts regret. 

It all started with the mission. Twenty-four escaped convicts, an easy night out for the Avengers. Technically, it was below Avenger status (not exactly world-saving, after all), but Tony was trying to make a good impression on the U.S. government, so the superhuman heroes spent a lot of time running errands for the White House. You and Peter were on it, an easy fix. Honestly, either one of you could’ve done it alone. 

You went left, Spider-Man went right. There were supposed to be an even split, but the numbers changed too quickly to communicate. You soared over the frigid treetops, angel wings beating the air, when a harpoon speared through your feathers. You crashed to the ground, keening with pain. 

Six criminals got away. Peter handled the other eighteen, but the damage was done. They sent Vision after the last six and helicoptered the two of them back to Stark Towers. 

Loki, as one can imagine, was distraught. 

“What happened? Parker, who did this to her? She needs medical assistance—”

“What do you think I’m trying to do, Curlicues?” Tony Stark gestured to the corner with his chin. “Go over there and sit like a good girl.”

An unfamiliarly dangerous spark lit Loki’s features. You cocked your head curiously through the pain, but Tony blew him a kiss. Loki hissed through his teeth, but backed off, letting Tony scan your gaping wound.

“You know, I always wondered if these things were illusions,” Tony mused, tapping on his holographic screens. “They appear out of nowhere, it doesn’t make sense, unless—” 

“Pocket dimension,” you gritted, as Bruce Banner and Tony snapped their fingers in unison. 

“That does make sense,” Bruce said brightly.

A red syringe-shaped arm popped out of the side of the medical bed. It blasted freezing nanoparticles over the gash in your wing, then retracted. Enhanced healing patches were placed over the bruises and road rash along your arm and thighs, and Tony gave you a jar of skin-repair salve for later. A few adrenaline injections to the arm later, and you were feeling much better. 

“Can I see my boyfriend now? He might tear a hole through all nine realms if you don’t let him check on me,” you rolled your eyes, beckoning Loki over. 

He pushed past Tony, elbowing him out of the way. “Darling, are you okay?”

“You’re welcome,” Stark said. “No problem. I’ll just go over here and lick my ass, I guess.”

“Yes, do that,” Loki muttered. Tony winked at him, deadpan. 

“I’m much better,” you reassured him, flexing the wing and drawing his attention. “I heal quickly, remember? The worst was the pain, but it won’t linger.” 

“Good. Then let’s get to your bed. You need rest.” Loki scooped you up. The world wavered in a flash of green, blinding and strong, and suddenly they were back in their old, cozy room. A sweater lay, forgotten, on a chair. A few snack wrappers and… other kinds of wrappers lay scattered about the floor. 

“Oh it’s a mess,” you smacked your forehead. “Good thing they healed me in the med bay and not here.” 

“I’ll clean it up, don’t worry,” he assured you, his eyes sincere. “Just take it easy, dearest.” 

“What’s got you all worried, Lo?” you laughed, cupping his cheek. “I’m fine. I’ve been hurt worse before.” 

“Yes, but that was before we were together. Additionally, I fear I’m facing some… insecurity, as it were.” He glanced away, cheeks pinking. 

“Insecurity? About what?” 

“I- nothing. It’s no matter. We shall discuss later,” he brushed you off, standing. “Please, let me clean for you.” 

You grinned up at him. “If you say so. Thanks for cleaning for me, Loki. You’re such a good girl.” 

You put a growl on it, a low, sultry purr. The tone of voice you usually said good boy or beg for me in. You meant it as a joke, a demeaning one, a call back to Tony’s patronizing snub. 

Instead, you saw something liquify in Loki’s eyes. That same look he got when his cock was in your hands, or your teeth were sinking into his skin. 

And being yourself, you capitalized on it. 

“Do you like that?” you cooed, arching an eyebrow. “Do you want to be my pretty girl, Loki? My good little obedient princess?”

Oh, you had him cornered. His bottom lip trembled with thinly held control, his eyes darting back and forth, warring with himself. 

You reached up, pulling him back down, so that he kneeled before her. You locked his gaze with her own. 

“If you want to be my good girl,” you said gently, “You can.”

Loki shuddered, and slowly, his shoulders began to slough down and round off. His frame turned slighter, more slender, and his chest swelled. He was daintier, but still with the shoulder-length choppy hair and wild silver eyes. He was no he at all. She was Loki. A tall, wiry, masc Loki, with a dripping mess between her legs. 

Loki whimpered as you laughed aloud, running your hands through that silky black hair. “Oh, you pretty girl, so many tricks up your sleeve! Why don’t you strip for me, so we can see what pretty trick you have up your pants.”

You had never seen Loki undress so quickly. 

And so, here you were, Loki breathless and growling beneath you, your fingers sliding into Loki’s slippery, throbbing mess. You curled your fingers acutely, and Loki bucked up into your hand. 

“Naughty,” you cooed. “Bad girls don’t get to cum. Stay still.”

“Please, love,” Loki begged, her cheeks flushed red. “Please let me cum.” 

“Behave,” you scolded. “And maybe I’ll consider it.” 

Loki let out the prettiest keening sound you’d ever heard. You giggled, leaning forward, wrapping your lips around Loki’s pulsating clit. You sucked, hard, and she moaned again, her legs clamping around your head.

“Is this the insecurity you were dealing with, pet?” you asked, stroking the pad of your thumb over Loki’s sensitive, aching clit. “Were you lost?” 

She nodded, eyes screwed shut with pleasure and humiliation. “I wasn’t sure how you’d —fuck— react.” 

You smiled, running your hand flat up her belly, cupping a tender breast, and squeezing. “Pretty girl. I’d never want you to be anything less than yourself.” 

Her eyes opened, beautiful and silver as always. Loki smiled up at you, holding your hand over her breast. “Sweet love,” she murmured. 

“Besides,” you gave her a sharklike smile. “Now I get to fuck you. Spread your legs.” 

With a whimper, she complied. 

[eyesthecolorofarson]

Interacting with Entities

The Justice Leagues main meeting room wasn’t usually this crowded, with both the entire Flash, Bat, Super, and Arrow families in attendance. Though to be fair, Red Robin didn’t usually send out a message on mass that told them he had information that changed the fundamentals of life and death.

Tim was typing at the main computer, ignoring or not hearing the whispers of everyone around him as he opened what seemed to be a very disturbing image. It showed a little girl, no older than ten, with red hair and off-color green-white skin in what seemed to be a lab. She was leaning against an operating table, sobbing. On the operating table was a toddler, who couldn’t be older than three.

He’d been dissected. He was pinned open like a frog in a high school science class, and the only thing in his small body were his ribs. His other organs were in jars surrounding him, his heart above his head. His eyes had been removed as well, placed in separate jars on each side of his heart.

The room fell deathly silent as they took in the image. Tim turned around, tired and grim, and spoke. “Who you are looking at is Jazz and Danny Fenton from Ohio. Jazz is possible a different species, and Danny is a clone she created. The reason she knew how to do this and succeeded is because of her hyper intelligence and from watching her parents, who are scientists.”

Tim turned around again and clicked a button. “And as you can see, their very unethical ones.” The video began playing, projecting the girls deep, heart-wrenching sobs. You could hear how much she loved him, how many good memories she had with him. She choked, sniffling and whimpering in a soft, broken tone, “I–*hic* I….. I j-just didn’t wa-waaant *hic* to be alone any*hic*more….”

Behind her, something began to form.

It made the video distort, but it was clearly a person fading into existence. It looked like someone swirling something in reverse. The video cleared up and floating where the vortex had been was an old man, with icy blue skin and red eyes. He had long, white hair and wore a cloak that hid the rest of his body.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke in a soft tone, “You are a child.” Jazzs sobs didn’t stop, but they slowed as he continued. “You are a scared, abused, neglected, horribly alone child. The only thing you wanted was to be loved, to have something to love. This was not your fault. This was a failure of the system, not you.”

Jazz had stopped crying, and for a moment they were silent, staring at the body in front of them. The man spoke again, but softer. “There is a way to bring him back, you know.” Jazzs head wiped around so fast many worried of whiplash. But the camera now has a clear view of her face, and her bright red eyes.

“How?” She said, gripping the man’s cloak, “no riddles, no cryptic messages, please Clockwork, please, just tell me how to bring him back.” He smiled softly and patted her head. “It will be a long journey, and difficult in ways unimaginable, and you must do it alone. But I believe you will be able to succeed.”

Clockwork began floating about the lab, picking out random things such as syringes filled with strange brightly-colored liquids and futuristic looking weapons as he spoke. “What is an Entity, Jasmine?”

Jazz watched him, confused, but answered. “It’s when the personification of a concept, like Lady Justice, or a natural unchangeable occurrence, like life and death or the four seasons, gains sentience and comes together to form a corporeal, human-like form.”

“It happens when these concepts or occurrences gain enough power,” she continued, “and then every part of them comes together to form a singular whole. Like how every religious belief formed Lady Death, or how everyone’s opinion on a season effects how they act and express themselves.”

“Very good.” Clockwork said, the objects he picked up floating around him in a circle when he let them go. “Deep in the Hindu Kush Mountains, in a place called Nada Parbat, there is an Entity trapped. Her name is ɭ̷͕̈́ค̴̡̞̮̱̩͓̝̅̈́͗͆̋̆̋̈́̉̿̓̕͠ᘔ̴̨̢̖͔͖͚͙̗̚ͅค̵͈͍̞͚̄̐̃̔̌̋͜ͅг̶̣̙̰̣͔̖̰̱̝͔͍̘͂͆̄̈́̆̍͑͒͛̃̚ͅย̶͇̥̜͈͚̼͉̈́̈̓̒͊͗̍͋̄̆̕͠ร̷̪̃̈́͒̒̿͠͝.” The Justice League was torn from their intense focus of the video to the sudden pain in their ears, the wave of nausea that washed over them, the dizziness and confusion. Whatever language that was it wasn’t meant for human ears.

In the video, Jazz didn’t seem effected, and even understood what he was saying. She muttered the word, over and over again, before she said, “Lazarus? I’ve never heard of that before. What’s she made out of?” Clockwork floated back towards her and continued to explain. “Her true name is Lady Life. She is the oldest, the truest, spread among and deeply connected to every part of this universe. From the smallest ant to the largest planet, she is Life in its purest form.”

“Is she older than you?” Jazz asked, tilting her head and grabbing every syringe she could reach, placing them on a different table than the one Danny was on and organizing them by size and color. Clockwork laughed. “Far, far older. She existed before Lady Death did, in a sort of ‘chicken and egg’ scenario.”

“I tell you this,” Clockwork started, handing Jazz several of the weapons before continuing, “because for the past few centuries, Lady Life’s powers have been severely abused by people who are not worthy of them. And those subjected to her power against their will are going about treating the side effects incredibly wrong.”

“What are the rules for interacting with an Entity?” “Do not take, do not lie, do not steal.” Jazz replied, “Ask, explain, thank. And good will follow.” Clockwork smiled. “Very good. And what is the rule for when bringing an Entity into the body?” “Do not bathe, for it washes away.” Jazz again replied. “Do not inject, for it pierces skin. Consume, for eating is only done willingly and happily.”

“Now, a series of questions.” Clockwork said, “When bringing an Entity into the body, what happens when you attempt to lock it away?” “It will attempt to lock you away.” “And when you ties to fight it?” “It will try to fight you.” “And when you try to control it?” “It will attempt to control you.”

Jazz finished her sorting and turned to look at Clockwork. “The best way to bring an Entity into your body is to accept it, respect it, and love it, and it will give you the same in return.” They stared at each other silently for a couple minutes, not blinking or breathing.

“I have to bring Lady Life into Danny.” Jazz finally spoke. Clockwork nodded. “But how?” Jazz look to the operating table for a moment, before turning back to Clockwork. “He can’t eat anything….” Clockwork moved to the side, blocking her view of the table. “Remember, Jasmine; ask, explain, thank. Like everyone, Lady Life has many sides. While yes, she can be endlessly cruel, but also deeply loving and compassionate. It all depends on how you treat her.”

Jazz thought for a moment. “So, if I free Lady Life—because that’s what you want me to do, right?” At Clockworks nod she continued, “Right. So, if I free her, and I treat her really nicely and I ask nicely, she’ll bring Danny back?” Clockwork said yes, and Jazz fell silent again. “How do I do it?” She said, her red eyes alight with determination. Clockwork held out his hand, and when she took it—

Both them and Danny were gone

[inlovewhithafairytale]

You got the devil on your team.

Summary: The mccall pack sent Theo to hell and yn plans a revenge. which includes bringing void stliles back in the picture

really recommend to reading with the song

Yn threw open the doors of the Hale loft and walked down the stairs. The sound of her heels echoing through the place as she ,made the way to the basement. Her eyes dark as she seeked the revenge she desired.

Yn pushed both doors open at the same time as she entered. she walked slowly beside the shelfs looking bothways looking for a jar. she furrowed her eyebrows as she though a triskelion carved into a wall. she smirked and took two knives that were hidden in her belt, she hooked a knife in each side of the carving and twisted them whith all her strength. Her smirk grew widder as the wall pusshed back and moved to a side showing another room full of shelfs. The lights of the cealing turned on as she walked in and make her way toward the back of the room. She reached out and took a jar made of mountain ash whith a triskelion on the top.

"The Hale family really has an obsession with that thingy" Yn muttured sarcastically. she turned around and close the opening of the wall. making shure it was completly locked.

She wasent even a suppernatural but she could still hear an angry buzz that came from the jar she held in her hands.

"well void time to come out" she said and opened it a fly inmidiatly flying out.

there was a Cloud of smoke and stiles appeared. Exept of course it wasent stiles, but void. he had her back turned away from her, but he slowly turned arround to face her with a sadistic smirk.

"If it isint Yn" He said "I knew youd always had a thing for the bad guys uh" he said giving her a sarcastic smile. " I thought you were a good girl" void said moking her.

Yn walked slowly toward him. giving him an evil smirk "well shit happens" she stepped closer to him. she touched a seringe she had tucked in the inside of her belt." and I was a good girl" Yn slurred distracting him. "I just turned bad" she looked at him with her dark shadowed eyes "and I plan on getting my revenge" Void gave her a almost confused glace and Yn stabbed with with the syringe pumping kanima venom into his system.

" you little whore" Void spat as he fell to the ground.

"im not taking any chances of you killing me"

"not only a pretty face but smart" Void mocked.

YN rolled her eyes at him and dragged his toward a shelf and leaned him back on it.

"OK now lets talk about how you are going to help me"yn started squatting infront of him.

Look at you needing me You know I'm not your friend without some greenery

"Look at you needing me" void laughed

"I know that we're not friends whithout some greenery"Yn answered lifting a perfectly plucked ayebrow.

Walk in wearing fetters Peter should know better Your cover up is caving in Man is such a fool Why are we saving him?

"tell me what do you want?"

"You see, in the time you were gone I fell in love, as you see, the guy I fell in love with, was, a bad guy" yn told him moving her head to the side "And Kira Yukimora, you've met her before, sended him to hell"

"Uhh, what did he do sooo wrong"asked Void making a fake pout.

"he traid to take over the pack" Yn answered with a shrug

"Man's such a fool? why are we saving him?"

"I havent found a way to free him. kira took the sword to the desert walkers, such a bitch" sighed Yn shaking her head " I want something else. And ... I really need your help" Void lifted both eyebrows as if waiting for something. Yn pursed her lips and let her head fall. she grunted in annoyance"....please"

Poisoning themselves now Begging for our help, wow!

Hills burn in California My turn to ignore ya Don't say I didn't warn ya

"Begging for my help, wow!" Yn looked at him though an angry frown."and what do I get in return?" asked the spirit

"A moment of freedom" Yn aswered sarcastically " common Void, you should be thanking ME, Im the one who got you out, you better accept anyway." yn said giving him a dangerous glace

Void turned his gaze away from her "My turn to ignore ya"

"Dont say I didnt warn ya" Yn said straighting up from her position.

She walked toward an oppossite shelf. she rummanged through the vases and boxes till she found a little glass bottle. she took it and walked toward void.

"you see this?" she asked her gaze fixated on the little jar." this is fox poison" she said giving him a sarcastic smile" I pour this little bottle in you, and BAM! youre reduced to a little fly. Again"

Void furrowed her eyebrows at her as if daring her. Yn just smirked and bent down next to him.

"oh common Yn, remember youre a good girl right?" Void pleaded nervosly.

All the good girls go to hell 'Cause even God herself has enemies And once the water starts to rise And heaven's out of sight She'll want the devil on her team

"Well, all the good girls go to hell" Yn said smirking. she opened the bottle. she harshly took voids face holding him still" youre no good to me if you dont do what I say" she whispered. she held his jaw still, and was reaching the bottle up to his lips.

"Ok, Ok waht do you want!!!" Void cried.

yn smirked and let go of his face" I want revenge void. I want to make Scott MCcall feel what I've felt this past two months" Yn stared at Voids eyes and saw a glint at the perspective of hurting Scott. yn straightened up "and for that..."

"you want the devil on your team" Void finished smirking.

"precisely" Yn answered with dark humor laced on her voice.

Void wobled into his numb feet. feeling the venom leave his system. He looked up to her.

"Lets go"

How did you guys like evil Yn? requests are open!!!

[clickerflight]

Fallen: Part 12 - Whispers and Echoes

Author's notes: Suuuuuup I've cleaned up my writing list so I should be writing this story a little more often. Anyways, decided I wanted to give Ivan more attention. Enjoy!

Masterlist - Part 11

Content: henchman whumpee, scientist whumper, vague self harm (scratching), spiraling thoughts, dehumanization, brainwashing, dead body (injuries described), torture, syringes/injections for torture

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Alpha-2 lay quietly on his bunk. The thin mattress and blanket didn’t do much against the cold of the room, and he couldn’t stop scratching at his arm where he had been injected with more blood. He had the injections more than he ate, and they were beginning to feel more sustaining than food, even if the spreading rash drove him mad as it wandered up his arm. 

He scratched at his arm absentmindedly, staring into the dark, the echoes of sounds and training videos bouncing around in the background of his memory. He’d been very confused lately, and it seemed like the only time he could focus and try to remember what it was he had forgotten that nagged so badly at him was when he was supposed to be sleeping. He should be sleeping. He really should be, but here he lay instead, scratching at his rash and reaching out to remember. 

Was his name always Alpha-2? There had to be something before this, but all he could really remember was the training. He twitched at the thought to be certain his wrists were free and twisted his hand away from scratching to feeling his head. 

No headset. No headset. No training going on right now. Sometimes it felt like he was still there. Or in the box or jar. Had he been in the box or jar today? 

He was too tired to think. He might have been in the jar. He remembered so much noise…..

No. It was training. Physical training. He remembered now. With guns. He had done well. At least, Dr. Leanne seemed pleased.

And with that, his thoughts all seemed to snap into focus. Dr. Leanne was pleased. She was pleased. That was all he really wanted. All he needed. All he needed was her proud look, a touch, a little treat like nothing he could have even dreamed of wanting. 

She brought him peanut butter today. On a spoon. She had watched him eat it with interest, of course, and he had actually cried. It had been so good. He wanted to be so good for her, too. He needed her love and attention. He needed to do whatever she told him to. 

Better than Dr. Anderson. The man seemed to have it out for Alpha-2, setting him to train until he passed out or taking away meals from him for not doing good enough. Nothing like the gentle and loving Dr. LeAnne. 

No, Alpha-2 hated Dr. Anderson, and he badly wanted to strangle the man. He only just resisted most days because of the promise Dr. LeAnne made him. She would let him kill his tormentor. He just needed to be patient. And he would be ready. 

He slid out of his bunk and got on the floor, running through another set of pushups and situps even though he was so sore from his training it felt like his muscles were on fire. But he pushed through it, embracing and becoming the pain. He would be good enough. He would kill Dr. Anderson. He would recapture the asset. He would excel at everything Dr. LeAnne put before him. Be the perfect weapon. 

Still, something nagged at him. Something he couldn’t remember. Something that coated his limbs with gel, soaking him with sound and loneliness. Something-

A scream split the background noise in his mind, leaving him breathless on the floor, nails dug into his rash. A voice pleading, begging for relief. Someone screaming for help and then-

Alpha-2 blinked. What was that? Who was that? They sounded so scared. His heart ached for them. If he wasn’t so wrapped up in his own quest he would have found some way to help them. Was that it? His mind wanted him to remember some guilt for not being enough?

No, it wasn’t that, but he couldn’t think of what it could be. And at the end of the day, it could have been his own scream. Stars knew he had screamed plenty before his mental training was complete. 

And he would likely scream more. He still had mental training ahead of him that he would have to complete. 

Though, Dr. LeAnne said it wouldn’t be so bad. It was supposed to give him back some of his mental sharpness. It would organize the confusion that the first one had caused and he would be fine. No more of these late night musings and confusion. He would sleep peacefully again. 

He looked forward to it. He hoped the training took away this nagging feeling. It left him restless and nervous, jumping at small sounds and straining his mind when he was supposed to be paying attention to orders. A split attention would spell death for him on missions, that he knew. He was supposed to be focused, trained on the objective. 

And the objective now was to sleep. He supposed he could give it a try and get some practice in for when his training was complete. 

He got back into his bunk and curled up under the blanket, forcing his eyes closed. 

The echoing sounds from the jar wouldn’t leave him, bouncing around his brain like a screen saver. 

A screen saver? On a computer? When did he last use a computer like that?

His mind wouldn’t go back past the training in that room, strapped to a chair for what had been forever, it seemed. His whole life even. Perhaps he was born in that room. 

No, be quiet. Be quiet. It’s time to sleep. He should be sleeping so he was rested for the training Dr. LeAnne would be doing with him tomorrow. She said something about memory games and testing for bad memories. He hoped it wouldn’t be unpleasant. And that she had more apples and peanut butter. What he wouldn’t do for peanut butter. 

Quiet! Sleep! He was supposed to be sleeping!

The noise was still as loud as ever, and his desire to think on top of it to try and drown it all out was too strong. 

Before he could lose himself to another spiral, however, he heard the click of the door lock. 

He was sitting on the edge of his bed without thinking, his arms folded behind him and his eyes vacantly directed towards the wall across from him. 

The door opened and Dr. Anderson stepped in, eyeing him with a good amount of disdain and disgust. 

Alpha-2 happily imagined skinning the man alive before gutting him like a pig. 

“Alpha-2. Come with me.”

Alpha-2 got to his feet without a thought, following Dr. Anderson with his back straight and his arms still folded behind him. 

Down the long hallways they went and into a training room. A small one that smelled like blood. 

There was a dead body hanging with a hook through its hands. 

Dr. Anderson lifted the head up by the hair, watching Alpha-2’s face for any expression. “Thoughts?”

“Neutralized, sir,” Alpha-2 replied simply. 

“Look closer.”

Still dead, Alpha-2 thought to himself, feeling alive again, feeling more normal now that he had something to focus on. 

The body was fresh, the face a rictus of horror and exhaustion. The skin was flayed, nose broken, feet crushed. Tortured. 

He studied the face. Maybe this was the start of his memory tests? Did he remember this face? 

He stared for a long time, studying the bridge of the nose, the freckles, the cheekbones. That nagging sensation grew stronger and he thought he heard a whispered voice through the noise in his head. 

“If the boss isn’t busy tonight, we should all go out to the bar. You know, the hidden one on the East side.”

And then it was gone. The words stayed, but they meant nothing to him. Just a sense of a more peaceful time and the scent of bourbon. 

He shook his head. “Familiar, sir, but I do not remember this man.”

Dr. Anderson’s face took on a darker cast. “Familiar?”

“Yes, sir,” Alpha-2 replied, unable to lie to one of his masters. 

“Familiar is too much,” the scientist hissed. “We’ll see if we can’t beat that out of you.”

The door opened and he was grabbed, but he didn’t fight. He couldn’t fight. Not yet. Dr. LeAnne told him to wait. 

He was hauled off to another quiet room, a chair waiting at the center. 

He was sat in it, his legs tied to the legs and his arms bound heavily behind the chair. 

The guards stepped back to either side of the door as Dr. Anderson grabbed something from the corner of the room. He curled his lip at Alpha-2 and said, “I am the one in charge here, you hear me? I know Dr. LeAnne has some plan with you, and I intend to make sure you never betray me.”

Dr. Anderson stepped forward, pulling a cart from the shadowy corner behind him. There were all manner of devices on the cart. Of these, he picked up a syringe full of some orange substance. 

He plunged it into Alpha-2’s leg before going back to the cart. 

Whatever was in the syringe strung as it traveled up and down his leg, forcing his muscles to spasm with so much pain that Alpha-2 only just barely kept from yelling out. 

He gritted his teeth, sweat breaking out on his forehead and it didn’t stop there. 

The waves of pain spread up through his body, stronger and stronger, causing his breathing to hitch uselessly as his diaphragm spasmed, unable to scream now that he actually wanted to, his chest hurting as it made its way up and down farther. His toes and fingers curled, cramping horribly as his head twitched back into the chair, bruising his crown as his jaw spasmed. 

Then, just as it consumed his whole body, cramping every muscle he had, it faded. 

He gasped for breath, sweet air traveling to his lungs, blood trickling from his lips where he accidentally bit off the tip of his tongue. 

“That is only a taste,” Dr. Anderson said with a patronizing smile. “I have a whole trial of them I can show you. I’ve watered them all down, of course, so they only last for a few moments rather than the hours they normally would. I’ve been meaning to test some of them for a while now.”

He walked around to Alpha-2’s blindspot. “Now, I need you to understand that I am only doing this so you know what you will be facing if you betray me, understand? All this and more until you’re only good as an organ donor for our other projects. You are not as important as Dr. LeAnne thinks you are, understand? And even if you were, I have full access to you. I could do this to you every night, if I wanted. And none of it will ever leave a mark.”

Alpha-2 shuddered. The pain was so awful for only those few moments. Hours would surely kill him. How would he breathe? His heart would give out. Nevermind what else Dr. Anderson was going to give him. 

“We have a long night ahead of us,” Dr. Anderson pointed out. “And I have quite a few vials here that we need to test out. Let’s get started.”

Part 13

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[alittlewordy]

Short Story: In Need [Game Of Vampires: Twilight Sun Fan Fiction]

Word Count: 596

Characters: Male Alexis, Elsie

Warnings: Fight, Restrained, Medical Restraints

Summary: Alexis promised he would help. He promised the Lord Protector, he promised Percy. He thrust his own intuition aside and stayed with Elsie to provide what he promised. That choice quickly morphed into a painful understanding that he could not escape.

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Alexis watched the lord protector and company leave. He couldn’t help the twinge of his heart when the lord protector looked back and gave him one last, reassured smile. They would be back, that smile promised. Alexis forced a small smile in return. He tried to exude that he’d be alright, but Alexis knew his smile did not conceal his uncertainty.

Then the lab door shut. They were gone. Alexis’s smile went with him.

He really didn’t have a good feeling about this.

“Now that they’ve gone,” Elsie cooed from behind him, “Please grab the forceps from the procedure tray.”

Alexis glanced at her. Her eyes were set on Percy’s decapitated head. Fingers, gloved, tilted the head left and right with gentle swirls that paused at various odd angles. Alexis thought those angles had no medical purpose, that the motions were a rouse. What did he know, though? Nothing about medicine, and certainly nothing about the somehow still living Percy head in that woman’s hands that, for the moment, was at rest. His unease could be due to the unusual circumstances, these and the ones before, that he and his partner experienced over these few hours. It could also be due to a potential threat.

Run. Alexis wanted to run.

He promised to help, though. He promised to help Percy, to help the lord protector, and he was chosen by Elsie to help with this specific task. He could do this. He had to.

Alexis took a deep breath and turned to the tools on the procedure tray. He reached for the forceps with his right hand.

Pain shot through his other arm. Alexis yelped, surprise and strain layered, as he was thrust onto an examination table with monstrous force. Alexis had no time to fight back as he was heaved onto the surface, back to metal. The impact jarred, muscles froze, eyes squeezed shut. He jerked to get upright, but his neck was anchored, a strap fastened across his throat. He reached for it. His right hand made it. The left was captured. Eyes opened. Elsie hovered, her face serene.

“It won’t be so bad,” she said, her voice as tranquil as her expression. Leather wrapped around his left wrist.

“Don’t!”

Alexis’s right hand found the buckle of the strap that secured his throat. He tried to work it loose. Fingers trembled, leather fumbled in his grasp.

Left wrist bound, Elise grabbed Alexis’s right hand as she rounded the table. He yanked his left arm. Chains clinked, a mere inch traveled.

“I thought you wanted to save Percy,” Elsie said.

“I do, but not. Like. This!”

On the last word, Alexis tried to yank his right hand free. Her grasp tightened, then she slammed his arm onto the table. Pain seared, Alexis screamed, his fingers jerked. Still, the strap tightened. She walked to his legs. Alexis tried to kick her. The offending ankle was caught, the leg was pushed onto the table. He kicked with his other leg, even made contact. She seemed unaffected.

“Let! Me! Go!”

Each word emphasized with a kick. His left ankle was belted. She grabbed the right, stilled his violence with a paralyzing grip. His right ankle was belted. Alexis yanked at the restraints. Each one held. He wasn’t getting out. He knew that. As Elsie turned, Alexis jerked his head towards her. She picked up a syringe from the procedure tray. Then, she went back to Percy.

“Don’t worry, my child,” Elsie cooed, “You’ll be whole again soon.”

Alexis bit back a scream as he struggled for his freedom.

[sterek8nights]

The Sufganiyot Thief

Well, I made the prompt list/bingo card, and then was immediately struck with an idea. It changed a little in writing it, but it's cute and fluffy anyway. (Might write the other version anyway? Idk.)

Anyway, here's Sterek family Hanukkah fluff. For the squares/prompts: sufganiyot and with kids

On ao3 here

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The sound of a tiny giggle alerted Derek to the possibility of shenanigans afoot, so he followed the sound through the house and to the source, only to find that Some

Stiles had beat him to the scene.

He stood hovering in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen, watching as Stiles sat on the kitchen floor holding a wad of paper towels in one hand, and a half eaten sufganiyot that was absolutely dripping with too much jelly in the other.

Sat across from Stiles was Lilah, Erica and Boyd’s four year old daughter, who was also covered in jelly and sugar crystals, a fistful of what was once an overfilled donut, and was now mostly mush and a blindingly bright, jelly-painted grin on her face.

Stiles is clearly trying to suppress a laugh, and Derek can't help but smile.

“Uncle ‘Tiles, the suf– the sugan– the donuts are really yum! Sorry I eat one without askin’ first. Please don't tell mama, she'll be upset I forgot my manners again,” Lilah said, grinning. Her puppy eyes were legendary, and there was no way Stiles was going to be able to say no.

“It's okay, peanut, as long as you let me clean you up, and promise to ask next time, we're all good,” Stiles replied, eyes darting to Derek and then to the counter before adding “And after we clean up, you can keep me make a new batch of sufganiyot,” Stiles said, over-enunciating the last word, smiling when Lilah mouthed the word along with him.

Derek's eyes went to the counter, and he noticed the donut massacre that had apparently resulted in the current sticky state of the entire kitchen, and its occupants. A dozen of the donuts they'd made that morning were in various states of smushed and covered in jelly, the jar open and half empty, with what appeared to be handfuls of preserves plopped on the plates of sufganiyot and the countertop. He felt his eyebrows climb, and Stiles snorted and looked up at him.

“Hey, Der, can you take the Lilah monster up to the bath and get her changed? I need to uh, hose down the kitchen. And also myself,” he said around a laugh.

Lilah looked up at Derek then, her smile growing somehow brighter, and stuck her sticky arms out, wiggling her fingers at Derek. “Uncle Derek! We're gonna make more sufganiyot, hurry let's go!”

With a mild wince, Derek reached out to his jelly covered niece and scooped her up, making sure to be silly about it just to hear her laugh. “Here, I saved this for you!” she said happily, and before Derek could ask what she meant, she shoved the mangled donut she was still holding into his mouth. Derek could only chew it while Stiles cackled.

“Than’ kew,” Derek mumbled through the half chewed mess, swallowing with a brief frown that he quickly forced into a smile so Lilah wouldn't get upset. It wasn't hard with her jelly smeared grin beaming at him.

“‘Welcome. Now hurry, the Honka party is only soon!”

Later, when he and Stiles are very carefully showing Lilah how to properly fill the sufganiyot, he meets Stiles’ gaze over Lilah’s head, and they share a smile before going back to supervising a very serious four year old pastry chef.

“So, Der, I know what I want for next Hanukkah,” Stiles says nonchalantly while handing Lilah a filled syringe of jelly.

Derek is intrigued, because after almost a decade together, it is paradoxically harder to find gifts for each other. “Already?” 

“Yep! How do you feel about a sufganiyot thief of our own?” 

Derek looks up, startled, and finds Stiles’ eyes again. He's smiling softly, not a trace of a joke in his expression, and Derek feels a smile paint itself across his face.

“Yeah, I think that sounds like a perfect gift,” he replies honestly, already picturing next Hanukkah, with an extra member of the pack.

They stare at each other for a long moment, until Lilah breaks it with a serious sounding “As long as they don't steal my sufganiyot! Hey, I said it right, didn't I?” 

They both laugh then, quick to praise her determination to get the word right, and full of joy for the present and the future.

And also, donuts.

[jax-z-author]

Why are you leaving me? Have I not done enough to prove I love you?

^Jordy Stevens <vamp & og><he/him>

^Zara Freeman <human><she/her>

"NO! Por favor, don't leave. Please! I don't wanna hurt you, I swear!"

Jordy yelled after Zara, the crumpled body of her ex laying at his feet with two puncture holes in his neck, blood spewing from said holes and pooling around them. He thought they would understand. WHY DOESN'T SHE FUCKING UNDERSTAND?! He did this for her, for both of them. That jackass was just in their way of being together.

Jordy sighs as Zara continues running, eyes flashing crimson as he chases after her with supernatural speed, grabbing her just before she reaches the door. His hand knotted itself in her long dark hair, pulling her tight against his once warm, now cold chest. He slapped a hand over her mouth before she could scream, a soft whimper escaping her instead.

Jordy drug her carelessly threw the hallway, leading her to a surgery room. She was beginning to wish she had never agreed to come to this stupid abandoned hospital with him. As they both turned a corner, an old scalpel embeds itself into Zara's Achilles, ripping a scream from her sore throat. He looks down at her before making a mental note to fix that later. In a last ditch effort to escape she dug her nails into his hand, causing him to yell in pain and drop her, only for a second though, to check his hand. He slowly walked up to her as she tried crawling away, her left leg now paralyzed keeping her from standing.

He grabs Zara by the throat, not hard enough to choke her, but just enough to keep control of her body. He pulls her into the surgery room finally. The room looked like any other room in this abandoned hospital, just a bit cleaner. In one corner there was a rolling cart with clean tools on it, in another there was a cozy looking hospital bed. They only abnormal thing about this room was the titanium leg clamp that sat next to the bed.

Jordy tosses her on the bed gently, grabbing her leg before she can even try to get away. He clamps the unharmed leg in the clamp, walking away as she tries to pull herself out of it. He flicks a light on, allowing Zara to see the room better. The floor was caked in blood and in a corner were several dead bodies, all at different stages of decay. The bodies were all mangled together, their jaws broken and their eyes plucked out. In the other corner sat the eyes, all placed in jars and the jars stacked on top of one another. Jordy looked at her sadly, the scar on the right side of his freckled face ever more visible. He shook his head as Zara began screaming again, hoping for someone, anyone to hear her. He sighed before walking up to her, holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"Lo siento, mi amor. I did this for you... all I wanted in return, was your love."

Jordy said, sticking her neck with the syringe, shooting the liquid into her. Zara felt the effects right away, her eyes getting heavy. The last thing she felt and seen was Jordy's cool lips against your forehead, and his, once ice blue and brown, now crimson eyes staring down at her sadly.

[jdoesea]

Scarlet Blossom

Starwood Technologies, gleamed with lights and signs. From down the hall, with many small offices with people folding papers. Stuffing folders. High heel stable steps down the carpet, to a sectarian. "Hello, Emily, is the boss in?" A pretty woman with glasses, a scar on the right side; the bridge of her nose stopping at her jawline.

Emily nodded, "Yes, he is. However, I would be careful. This is one of THOSE meetings. Please sign to enter."

The woman signs, holding a folder close to her chest. Inside, a long table of businessmen. At the very end, an old man gestured to the statistics of the businesses and low and high results. "Is there anything you need, Lauren?" His face narrowed, his tone cold. The businessmen glance at her.

"It's in, sir." Lauren held up the closed folder, the folder's name EGG. Charles annoyed expression brightened into a smile.

"How's the subject?" A scientist blurred from thick pixie glass.

A woman at the terminal taps the keys, "They have been doing very well. However..." She gets cut off.

"No. We can't afford any waiting. Not with this deadline coming up. One of the bosses pet's are coming." The scientist sighs heavily, scratching his head.

"I see. Well, here's the test results." A drawer opens, she handed over a folder to him. He opens it and walks away.

The woman steps closer to the pixie window, pressing her hand on it. Stepping from the cell, subject 1-01 unknown as Scarlet Blossom.

"You doing ok, Blossom?" Her voice was muffled.

"Hm. What was all that about, Lily?" Blossom had undistinguished appearance of masculine and feminine. Long crimson strands, their hair reaching the thighs. Holding a horse plushie close to them.

"There's gonna be more tests in the next couple of week's Blossom..." Lily leans her head onto the window, sighing loudly. "It's gonna hurt Blossom. And I won't be there as much as I would want too, I'll try too. Be strong, Blossom." She steps back, and heads into her lefts direction.

Blossom turns back, going to sit down on attached bunk bed to the wall.

Blossom is followed alongside four armed guards. Being pushed by amateur scientist, Blossom's limbs are stripped down to rolling walker. Rolling Blossom into a white highly technological room. Having Blossom was guided to be sat in a leaning chair, being stripped down. Needles are pressed in, the screen turns on.

The scientist clicking on the keyboard, a young man with Quiff haircut. He glances over, hearing the door open his eyes narrowed as Lily came in. Medium aged woman, wavy hair to her shoulder with a hair pin of a flower.

"You are?" Said the scientist.

"I'm here to administer the process." Lily walked to table of tools. The scientist glances at the two gaurds infront of the door. Giving a slight nod of confirmation.

Blossom eyes watched him, "Lily! Run!" One of the gaurd took out a syringe and injected a serum. Lily, used a sharp scalpel to stab his leg. And threw a jar containg dark colroed liquid at the other gaurd. She quickly runs out, stumbling around.

The scientist, grunts loudly, "I have to do this quickly." He clicks quickly, the machine taking blood out of Blossom, which becomes translucent. He brought out a remote, and clicking a button or two. He fired bone projectiles at the scientist striking his wrist. "Augh! You little-" He backhands Blossom, he clicks the remote and the facility shuts down. He took the vial and ran out from the room. Alot of panic and screaming happened.

Blossom struggles from the restraints, gritting their teeth. Lily, soon come in, and unlocks the restraints. "Blossom are you okay?" Her hand were shaking.

Blossom nods, "Yeah. He ran out with a vial of blood."

The door opens with those in white clothes, the other subjects. "The other subjects are loose..."

"Treated us so little. With your efforts, did nothing to help. Slow and deliberate." There was 5. She unlocked the final restraints, Blossom put her behind them.

"It's the scientist favorite pet." Subject-23.

"Stand down." Blossom stood infront of her.

One of the subjects shot a lighting blast from their palm. Going through Blossoms chest and striking Lily. Blossom held their hand out, and threw a orb that exploded in bright light spreading sparks everywhere.

Blossom turned to Lily, her chest burned showing the bone. However, to her sides were bullet wounds. "Lily! No..." Placing each of their hand on the wound and burn mark.

Lily, grabs their wrist. "No... Let me rest. I have been tried for too long. For me." Her hand touches Blossom's face clipping on the flower hair pin, "For me. My Scarlet Blossom." Blossom, let's her closes her eye's.

Blossom shoulder get grabbed and thrown into the wall, cracking it. "This bitch got what she deserved." Said the ring leader.

Blossom, appeared behind them and drove their hand through their back. Hardening in defense, "It's gonna take more than that, boy."

"I'm no boy. I'm your god." The skin hardening, soon soften. The hardening skin became transfered to his arm. He pulls the spine out. "You will be under me, run like a coward. Or end up like him." Blossom tossed the spine. The other subjects majority kneeled, one ran away.

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 28: Choices

Once we were clean I gave Albert a kiss on the cheek hopping out of the shower. I put on a starched white lab coat as well as a midnight black tank top and leggings. I gathered my belongings and threw on a pair of black tinted shades similar to the one Wesk normally wears. With a quick jog, I placed my old clothes into a locker and headed toward the containment chamber.

"Are you ready dearheart?" Albert asked resting his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes, just shaking off some rust. I have a plan you go in first and introduce yourself to them. Dr. Cordell and the rest will follow suit. Maybe Galeforce will be here in time to help."  I said placing my purple sunglasses in my lab coat pocket.

"Fine just be sure you keep your emotions toward him front and center. It will be a while before you can deal real damage to him." Wesk said handing me a black briefcase, "These are the vials of your blood and several vials of opioids I have a rough idea of where you are going with this but I will follow your lead lotus."

I smiled gently sighing, "What intel do you need my beloved Albert."

"What did Sergei do to you exactly, dearheart? Even if you were Alistar this would of happened either way. The files you gave me were redacted from Sergei's hard drive. Those were secrets he took to the grave. I am sure Cordell is the only other person who knows." He said stroking my cheek.

"And the wife is just collateral, or in this case our key, my love," I smirked wickedly.

"Then let us begin dear heart."He walked through the door of the containment room.

"Thaddeus, where are we?" The wife asked blindfolded as Albert stood between the tied-down love birds.

"I don't know but no matter what happens to me you must not say a word especially not to this traitorous cockroach." Dr. Cordell snapped at Wesker.

"Now Thaddeus that is no way to speak to a former colleague." He said removing his sunglasses.

"So you are a freak! Just like your wife. I miss watching her squirm every time I brought you up. She was loyal to you till she wasn't Tabitha anymore. All that remained was love for those wasted assets Alistar and her son. All she was, was agent seven hundred forty-eight. Lord Vladimir's prized bitch." Dr. Cordell laughed.

I zipped over and punched him in the nose sending his head jarring back, "You should check your facts, Cordell. This man is no freak but a marvel of the natural world." I said setting down my virus vials and torture kit.

"That voice has changed but it's unmistakable. You did run back to him my greatest creation. Just as lord Vladimir said you would." Thaddeus laughed louder.

"We will see how long you're happy for. Something you didn't realize is I'm the sole person with the angelis samples and I have seven. ." I said pulling off the shades, my eyes flaring blue, "After all you never told me what a lovely wife you have Thaddeus."

"You wouldn't! After all, you preached about not being like lord Vladimir. You have turned into a creature more vile than him. You would infect someone completely innocent. "  Cordell shouted.

"Turning on your creation Thaddeus such a shame. My wife is a goddess who you created. You should be proud and I would not speak too much, after all, my darling lotus never experimented on anyone." Albert said walking up to me and stroking my cheek.

"At least before I was infected. I'm going to make you tell me everything you and my rat bastard uncle Sergei did to me." I said cutting the wife's shirt and bra off, "And maybe she will receive my mercy. Which was a luxury you and Vladimir didn't grant me. Albert, please hold her head down. I have syringes to prep."

He smiled wickedly, eager to play in my game of chess against Thaddeus, "As you command, lotus.".

I opened the case and prepped the seven vials of my blood. I didn't have to worry about blood rejection. I was a universal blood donor and the Angelis virus was most easily transmitted through blood. With grace and agility, I assembled the needles with their blood cartridges.

"I am ready to begin Wesker. Keep her pinned, love. These won't be too hard to do." I said walking up behind the wife.

"Please don't do this seven forty-eight. Kathleen had nothing to do with what I and Sergei did. If you do this you WILL be just as bad, if not WORSE than Colonel Sergei." Cordell shouted as I stabbed six of the syringes between the ribs on the back and the last one into Cordell's wife's neck.

Pressing the plunger down, the wife begins to have a seizure. The signs of viral rejection were starting. She wasn't a match. Smirking I turned to face Thaddeus, "Tell me what he did he made me into."

"ALRIGHT I WILL TALK!!! JUST STOP THIS!!! I'M BEGGING YOU SEVEN FORTY-EIGHT NO LADY TABITHA!!! PLEASE DON'T MAKE THIS SITUATION LIKE WHAT WE DID TO YOU!!!" He pleaded like a dog before me.

"Oh don't worry Thaddeus, it'll be nothing like that. unlike you bastards I have mercy in me," I said pulling out the needles.

"Vladimir made you a sleeper agent that's all I know after he infected you he had me track your mental progress and he programmed a chip and planted it in the 'r' in your Sergei scar. I have the message on a pendant in my belongings your people took from me. It explains everything." Thaddeus said crying staring as his wife started to growl and lurch forward.

I smirked and undid her chains. Her skin was now a ghost white matching her eyes, " Such a pity no match at all don't worry Dr. Cordell I'm sure she'll recognize oh wait that's only for Equinoxal and Arch Angel, not B.O.W.".

"YOU BITCH!!! YOU LYING BITCH!!! KATHLEEN STOP IT IS ME YOUR THADDY!!!" Cordell screamed.

With a smirk, I went equinoxal shredding the lab coat with my wings, and simply looked at the wife. Pointing at Dr. Cordell was all I needed and she bit down on his neck causing him to scream out in agony.

"Sorry Cordell. It appears I am my husband's wife after all." I said motioning for Albert to grab the pendant, "Just as bad, worse, don't make me laugh. I am a Phoenix. All I leave is a burning wake of destruction and I will always keep coming back to do it."

While Albert was walking over to the briefcase in the corner of the room, I reverted from my mutated form the wings and excess bone shattering into ebony-colored obsidian. I pulled my samurai edge from its holster with an ammo mag in it. I loved this gun, it has gotten me through a lot of hard times. I aimed and shot Mrs. Cordell in the head. her brain and coagulated blood splattering across the doctor and the white concrete floor. I secretly flicked on the safety and placed it in front of Cordell.

"Now we both are broken and had some of the things that mattered the most to us ripped away. For me, my daughter, my son as well as my brother, and my sister were taken. For you, you lost your career, became a wanted fugitive always on the run, your research being used against you and now you learn actions have consequences." I squatted down next to him, "I put her out of her misery as an act of mercy to you Cordell. Now you have three choices. Number one, you kill me with my gun. Number two join us and work to fix what you did. Then number three is, you kill yourself with my gun. I think you know the smart option."

He lunged for the gun and pointed it at me, "You! You are just like your damn uncle. all business and no mercy. Now I'm going to enjoy putting you down like the bitch you are."

I smirked and started waving as Wesker dashed over and ran his arm through Thaddeus Cordell.

"That woman you call a bitch is a goddess you filthy cur and you are just a waste of our precious time. You can die just like Sergei and Spencer." Albert said dropping Cordell's corpse on the floor.

"Here is the pendant my lotus," Albert said Cordell's blood dripping on the pendant.

"Blood sample recognized, thank you for your service Umbrella researcher Cordell." Red Queen's voice rang out.

"No, it can't be," I said Vladimir's figure appeared as a hologram,

"My anemone, agent seven forty-eight. This will be my last address to you. Your cockroach has found us and I'm sending Cordell out with this message." The hologram spoke.

Albert placed his hand on my right shoulder, "I'm here for you this time my love."

"I know, I just have a bad feeling," I said worriedly pulling away.

"You will avenge Umbrella my tsennaya suka," Vladimir spoke with erie joy.

"tsennaya suka,"  I repeated ringing in my ears as I fell into darkness.

(Wesker's P.O.V.)

"Now agent seven forty-eight, Umbrellas anemone, squash that cockroach like you should of on Rockfort Island."

"Yes, Colonel." My lotus spoke and walked over to her torture kit.

"I'm sure you are watching comrade. I warned you Umbrella wasn't going anywhere. She was my backup plan from the beginning." Sergei laughed, as my lotus picked up her scalpel and turned to face me, "Now choose comrade living another day or killing your precious lotus. End transmission."

Sergei vanished. His last words awaken the sleeping monster inside Tabitha. The B.O.W called agent seven hundred forty-eight.

Her blue eyes were like ghostly hallows of themselves. She quickly stepped towards me her blade tucked under her right index finger.

The next thing I see is a blur of black and red slamming into Tabitha. The speed was immense even topping my own. The blur slammed her onto the floor. When the blur stilled it revealed a young-looking male with black hair with deep red highlights. He held her in an advanced sleeper hold, somehow managing to get behind her.

The man quickly grabbed a syringe from his belt and jammed it into her neck. She elbowed him in the plexus and flipped him over, "Damn you agent nine seventy-one."

She dropped to her knees clutching her neck, the male sped behind her again resuming the sleeper hold, "T look who you're targeting."

She opened her eyes and for a moment she regained her sense of self, "Alb...Albert.".

"That's right the man you love. now rest it's time I got that damn chip off your spine." He said completing the sleeper hold as he gently laid her on her back.

He stood up and looked around at the containment chamber.

"Damn, I've been gone for three months, I knew I'd find a mess when I got back." The man said turning toward me revealing a light blue and a dark green eye.

Then I recalled what my dear lotus said when we entered the containment chamber.

"Late again Chambers or has Rebecca not instilled manners in you yet," I spoke crossing the room and picking Tabitha up bridal style.

"Sorry boss, bitches love guys who are fashionably late." Gale Chambers said shooting the pendant with Tabitha's samurai edge, "Let's get her to medical so I can get the last remnants of that bastard Sergei out of her."

Well there we have it. Hope everyone enjoys the new chapter and character. Next chapter will be out soon. My name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away

[audioaujom]

Day Seventeen, Zac

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Welcome back! Things escalate... again. Well, again again. And in a decently graphic way. Things are not fun. At least... things are not fun for these guys, especially not for Zac. Things are super fun for me lol

Word Count: 1434

Chapter TWs: Human Experimentation, Non-consensual Drug Use, Violence, Psychological torture, Torture

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It was an odd experience for Zac to not hear the door open.

His mind was too busy pulsing with the beat of the static for the footsteps approaching him to register, either. Empty eyes blinked up at the two men standing above him, only sighing softly as they pulled him up to his feet.

Truthfully, he was tired. 

The jarring mix of sounds outside the room caused a new wave of pain to explode through his head, nearly collapsing in their arms again before—

“Zac?! Finally, I can reach you again!”

Emily… The thought he sent back through the now familiar connection was weak, but he could feel relief from her flooding in as he replied even as the headache was nearly unbearable.

“Are you okay? They said… you told them I was talking to you. That it was your idea.”

Yeah. I can take it. He asserted with more confidence that he actually felt, letting himself be dragged rather quickly down the hall. Are you all okay?

“Not really, but… We’re more worried about you. If what they're doing to you is anything like what they're doing to me—”

What? The first sensation beginning to return through the numbness in his body was rage, slowly curling his fingers into fists and releasing them as the three of them came to a stop. They said they’d lay off of you.

“They did lay off a little, but it's not much better. I don't know why you're surprised they lied to you.” Emily’s scoff was humorless even as the connection quickly began to wane, Zac finally able to lift his head as one of the two scientists let go of him, a very stupid idea suddenly occurring to him as he managed to stand solidly on his feet again. “Please be careful. Things are much harder when we can't talk with you.”

Then I'm terribly sorry for this. Zac apologized as he lost her completely, feigning his complicity until the other scientist came back over, reeling back and punching him hard across the face. The satisfaction only lasted for a moment before the other man tackled him to the ground, obviously startled. They very clearly weren’t expecting any type of resistance from him, him kicking out with his legs enough to get the guy on him off and roll over onto his back, narrowed eyes tracking both figures in the room as he scrambled back up to his feet.

“What’s wrong with him?!”

“Hell if I know! We’ll need to sedate him!”

“Well, now, I don’t know about that…” Zac backed away from the closest one as he lunged at him again, a quick glance over his shoulder spotting the door he came in through.

Okay, this is clearly a poor time for an escape, but…

Hooking a leg around the wheels of a nearby push cart and kicking it hard at the scientist who picked up a mysterious syringe, Zac easily toppled him over as he turned and sprinted for the door and slammed it open in the hospital-like hallway outside.

“Call security! He’s getting away!”

“Catch me if you can!” He called back into the room, spotting an empty hallway as three slightly more armed scientists appeared out of a room a little too close for his liking, taking the chance to bolt off away from them.

A concerned “Zac?” sounded just a little too loud in his head above his thundering footsteps as he was briefly in range for Emily again, but chose to ignore it as he tried to figure out where in the complex he was and where he could go from here. 

I can’t dodge them forever.

He didn’t make it far down the hall before he heard three sets of footsteps running after him, skidding a little as he rounded a corner and—

Two sharp prongs pierced through his back, sending a paralyzing jolt of flowing electricity through every single one of his nerves, his body locking up and refusing to respond as he stiffened and fell to the floor with a strangled cry of surprise. The single instant it took for him to fall and land on the tile felt like an hour, the world blurring around him in slow motion before the incessant pain stopped and he could finally breathe again.

The reprieve was momentary, several pairs of strong arms grabbing at him at the same time before he could even twitch again, glaring up at them as he tried to regain enough control of his limbs to pull away. No amount of struggling got him even an inch away from the guards who held fast to him, their grips tight enough to bruise as he tried to dig his feet into the floor to slow them down even momentarily. 

The original two scientists were ready the instant he was back through the door, guiding the others to pick him up and roughly set him down on a metal table in the center of the room. He glared up at them as intensely as he could muster, hoping his frantic thrashing would delay them for even a second. “I’m not making this easy for you anymore.”

The two original scientists shared an unreadable look, shrugging as they came over to help the other three tighten rough straps around both his wrists and ankles, pinning him down further with two extra straps over his chest and legs that dug uncomfortably into his skin as he still tugged against them with a low growl.

“Geez, thought we’d finally broken him in.” One of the two muttered to the other who laughed quietly, threading a hand through Zac’s hair to pin his head down, yanking it harshly off to one side and bringing the syringe from earlier up to the exposed flesh of his neck.

Zac gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, unable to keep himself from tensing up as he felt the needle pierce the side of his neck, a chill seeping into his body instantly from the injection site before they pulled it out and let go of him. “You’ll never be able to.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

His exhaustion came back at full force, his arms the first to fall still even as he desperately tried to keep the numbness from stilling him completely.

Shit, shit shit shit shit shit—

His head thudded back against the table as he was no longer able to keep it up, every inch of his body tingling with sharp pins he couldn’t shake off, body slowly seeming to fall asleep even as he managed to keep his eyes open to try and watch the two above him as they talked in hushed scientific jargon that slowly turned to a swirled mush in his head. His adrenaline waned quickly, pain blooming and itching from everywhere as he could now only watch what went on above him. The drugs in him were distracting, him able to feel the slight burn of the uncomfortable substance in his bloodstream move alongside his blood even though he was completely paralyzed, feeling as it circulated his entire body over and over. Their continued chatter around him was so unbearably loud in his ears that it was wordless, his eyes blurring as a scientist hovered over him with a scalpel in hand.

The first burst of pain from the blade slicing a thin cut up his exposed forearm had Zac wishing he could scream.

There was no outlet for the pain, all the more enhanced by his own senses and inability to move. He was still and silent even as his body screamed to yell, or cry, or trash, or anything. The lights turned blinding as the noise around him turned to static, black spots and floaters swimming faster with every second the drug coursed through him, feeling every prickle and jolt of them pulling back the skin on his arm as if it’d been amplified tenfold. His head spun from the constant pressure of all of the overwhelming sensations, stuck staring at the ceiling above him as his body was torn between trying to stay conscious for his own safety or letting the pain completely take over and pass out.

However, when they'd finished with his arm and pulled his shirt up to make a new incision in his chest, the stabbing pain from the scalpel breaching the skin over his ribs shut his brain off completely in an inescapable shock of agony. In an instant the bright lights above him blurred to a hot, white mess, and everything turned black.

[razieltwelve]

Catnip (Final Rose)

“Professor! Something is wrong with Blake! Help!”

Vanille glanced up from her experiment as Ruby’s panicked voice came through her scroll. “Is it really urgent, Ruby? I’m in the middle of something. If this is about Blake eating one of your cookies -”

“NOOOOO!” Ruby wailed. “Just... just get here right now, professor! Please!”

Vanille turned to Professor Cuddles. Her loyal hamster was watching the experiment intently. “Can you keep an eye on this? If anything goes wrong, just hop on the big red button over there.”

The hamster nodded and moved to stand next to the button.

X     X     X

Vanille took one look at Blake and covered her face with one hand. “I’m going to guess that she didn’t read the instructions properly.”

Blake turned, a feral gleam in her eyes, and lunged at Vanille. The fox Faunus dodged the attack, pinned Blake to the floor, and flicked her wrist. A gun-like syringe appeared in her hand, and she jabbed Blake in the neck with it. The cat Faunus went limp immediately.

“Okay.” Vanille picked Blake up, took a moment to judge the distance, and then tossed her lightly onto her bed. “She should be fine when she wakes up, which should be in three to four hours.”

Ruby, Yang, and Weiss all gave sighs of relief. From the looks of things, they’d been trying to wrangle Blake without much success.

“Um... what was wrong with her?” Weiss asked. “One moment she was fine, and then she went crazy.”

Vanille went over to Blake’s desk and picked up a jar of pills. “It’s because she was mixing these with...” She moved the stuff on Blake’s desk around until she came up with another jar of pills. “These. There are clear instructions on both jars to not mix them. They’re in larger font and bolded, but some people just don’t read instructions even though they’re supposed to, and I told her multiple times to not mix them.”

“What are those?” Yang asked.

“One of these is to help manage some... issues that Blake is having as a young Faunus.” Vanille was not about to tell them that the pills were to help suppress Blake’s raging libido due to hormonal changes inherent to her cat Faunus nature. The worst of it should be over in a month, so she didn’t see the point in embarrassing Blake any further. “The other pills are basically there to help her deal with the migraines she gets from making too many clones at once. Her Semblance is adjusting, so it shouldn’t be too long before the headaches go away. For the time being, though, the pills will help.”

“And taking those two together made her crazy?” Yang asked.

“Yep.” Vanille sighed. “Hmm... can you girls tell her what I just told you? I’d rather not have to come back up here until my experiments are done.”

“What did you inject her with?” Ruby asked.

“It’s a catch-all drug disabler. It uses nano-machines keyed to a variety of different chemicals to basically block and reverse the effects of a whole heap of different drugs. It’s also mixed with a sedative, so whoever I inject can sleep off the worst of the backlash.”

“And you just carry one of those around with you?” Weiss stared.

“I carry a lot of things around with me.” Vanille walked over and patted Blake on the head. “Be nice to Blake. She’s got a lot on her plate.” She picked up a post-it note and wrote something on it before putting it on Blake’s head. “That’s just in case you forget to tell her. I’ll be going now. I’ve Professor Cuddles watching my experiment.”

“Is... is he qualified?” Weiss asked.

“Nope. But he’s heavy enough to hit the emergency stop button and smart enough to know when things are going wrong.”

[futureboy-caseyjones]

It takes a bit after that by that point Casey had become lucid again

*The door unlocks and opens*

*Zeller walks in with a short woman in a lab coat with a straight honey blonde bob*

"Doctor"

Agent

*She looks over at Casey and frowns* That's a child.

"It's a scientific anomaly, Katrina"

Normally, I'd believe you but that is a human child

"That human child fight against those things and survived"

I don't like your tone

"Did I say you could speak?"

You didn't say I couldn't

*The man scowls* "You're lucid enough to talk you're lucid enough to start"

*Katrina sets down the jar and steps away*

"Doctor take a blood sample"

*She gives the man a look and takes the chilled equipment from him* ...

*She wipes it off with a cleaning cloth and approaches*

*Casey struggles against the restraints*

Please, hold still

You're trying to stab me!

"It'll hurt less if you stop moving"

*Zeller gets fed up with his squirming and grabs his arm holding it in place* Thank you

*She inserts the needle and he yelps*

*She pulls the plunger until the syringe is full*

*Casey glares at her as her removes it*

"Take him to his cell"

What!?

*Katrina walks back to the table and sets down the needle*

*They quickly get to work cautiously removing the latches and cuffing his hands together and dragging him out*

*The outside hallway is white, and mostly empty, artificially lit to compensate the lack of windows*

*They take him down the hall and after a while they start passing rooms with signs*

*Labeled with letters and numbers*

*"M-49" the room is empty*

*"M-24" is covered in dried blood*

*"A-19" has a figure in the corner facing the wall, rocking. Suddenly the head turns towards them, yellow eyes snapping open and Casey jumps*

*"A-15" is empty and the door opens and when he's thrown inside it locks and the men disappear from view*

*Casey looks around then down at the cuffs and tugs them* What is happening?

[kotoprotranslations]

EPISODE 7 LIGHT NOVEL Chapter 6-9 English Translation

“I-I wonder what I should do? What shape should I make you? Should I turn your whole head to stone? Oh, yes, actually, you’re such a lovely lady, I-I’ll turn your head into a beautiful flower!”

The man spun his words together like a song as he stood before the chained Elnora. She surveyed the room as he talked. A table laden with all sorts of scientific implements, minerals, and chemicals stood directly in her line of sight. Old shelves holding jars of unidentified flesh chunks in formalin lined the walls. There were also stills filled with some sort of liquid and a number of flasks lying scattered about... and a rotted ball of flesh piled in the corner of the room. Bits of blue-gray stone lay buried here and there in the neglected mass, slowly and repeatedly building up into a bigger and bigger pile.

These were all his “models,” his failed projects. Once upon a time, they had been human. The pile had been moaning until just a little while ago. Now it lay silent.

“... If you want to make a flower, just make a real one,” Elnora grumbled. “Why’re you so obsessed with stone?”

He laughed, like the very thought was absurd. “B-Because I was sent here to produce stone, of course! Th-That’s the whole reason I’m here, to make more and more and even more! Wh-What should I mix with you, what would be the most fun? It is fun, isn’t it? There’s nothing more enjoyable than this!” He tossed some chemicals and minerals into a beaker and swirled them around, watching them combine with rapt attention.

“You got sent here to make rocks, sure, but what kind? Why are you trying to make them out of people?”

Elnora’s question drew him up short. “What kind...? Hm....” He considered for a moment, head tilting to the side. “I wonder... what kind was it again?” He thought some more, then shrugged. “Well, stone is stone,” he settled on. “I-I was told that something wonderful would come into being if I made stones from human bodies! I-I was born to follow that directive! So I keep making them and making them, and I discovered true happiness. I-It’s fun making stone! It’s fun turning people into stone! It’s wonderful!” There was no hesitation, no doubt in his eyes. He was wholly convinced of his own path.

Elnora snorted with a wry, humorless smile. “Huh... you’re so insane, it’s almost refreshing. But I guess that’s for the best. I wouldn’t be able to slice you to bits in my sister’s name guilt-free otherwise.”

“Th-There you go again. I’m telling you, I really have no idea what you’re talking about. Y-You talk a little too much, I-I’d really like if it you stopped, you’re distracting me.... Also, please quit kicking, it’s unbecoming. Y-You sent the last batch of medicine flying and ruined all of it.”

“You might not remember, but I do. Your face and voice are burned into my brain. You’re the man who killed my sister, you monster! And you’ve been treating people like toys for centuries!”

“B-Between the two of us, I think you’re the monster, though? Y-You’re some devilish creature that’s lived far longer than the laws of human nature would allow.” He stuck a needle into one of the test tubes and sucked up some of the muddy brown mixture within. “Y-You go around pretending to be a human, brandishing emotions like weapons! It’s laughable, really! Ahh, I-I think it’s time, don’t you? I don’t think I’ll get the results I want from a monster like you, b-but there’s still value in running experiments.” He approached Elnora, syringe at the ready. “I-I wonder what type of stone I’ll get from monster flesh? Wh-Whatever, even if it fails, that’s fine! I-I’ll just mix it with different stone. And – right, right, flower motif, let’s see if we can make a beautiful stone flower bloom!”

He grabbed her by the bangs and yanked, dragging her head up and exposing her pale neck. “Let me go!” she screeched, thrashing in his grip. “Don’t grab me like like that, monster!”

“H-Hey, now, don’t struggle, I can’t hit your veins like this. Y-You don’t want to be stabbed a bunch of times, right?”

“What part of ‘don’t touch me’ did you not get?! Demon!!”

She twisted and spat directly in his face. He paused for a moment with a disdainful grimace, but soon started chuckling again without even bothering to wipe his cheek. “Y-You say the strangest things. The Demon here is you.”

His free hand snaked around to grab her by the throat, squeezing tight enough that her bones threatened to crack. She choked and curled in on herself as she struggled for air that wouldn’t come, and still his grip never faltered.

“There we go, theeere we go, don’t fight, don’t fight, j-just sit still, it’ll all be over soon. There we go, good girl....” The needle approached the back of her neck. His eyes were alight with the joy that came from freely crushing her with his own two hands.

Yet even in the face of all that, Elnora still glared at him with pure venom.

I only want one second.

Just one. A single instant will do.

Give me the time I need to tear his windpipe, Mia...!!

She screamed in her mind loud enough to drown out all other thoughts.

The cold tip of the needle dug into her skin.

And then –

“Pierce through, Prison of Stakes!!!”

The door blasted off its hinges and several massive crimson stakes shot out of the floor at the feet of the new arrival, blasting out with such vigor that they pierced straight through the left arm of Elnora’s assailant, ripping it clean off his shoulder.

“Oh?”

Without a sound, the arm hit the ceiling and tumbled to the floor. The man stood stock-still, dumbfounded.

Elnora, however, screamed at the top of her lungs and lunged, teeth bared and aimed straight for his throat. He gave a wordless exclamation and hopped back a few steps, safely out of her range. She clicked her tongue and fell back.

“Don’t do that, Elnora,” chided the new arrival. “You’ll wreck your stomach eating that.”

“I’m not going to eat him, you know I’m a gourmet!” Elnora rolled her eyes and turned to face him. “More importantly, you’re late, idiot!”

There in the doorway stood Clemens, with Owl hovering just behind him.

“Please, you have to help me...! I finally found him... I found my sister’s killer...!” Elnora turned her hateful glare back on her captor, the chains around her wrists rattling with the force of her screams. “Help me tear him to shreds!”

“... Mia’s...?” Clemens lurched forward, most likely to rush over to her –

“Wh-Whoa there, p-please don’t move. There are a lot of valuable things lying around in here, I-I’d be very put out if you weren’t paying attention and broke something.”

“!!”

The man didn’t seem to care that his arm had just been blown off... he didn’t even seem to be in pain as he pointed the syringe toward Elnora again. Clemens froze at the glint of the sharp metal. “G-Good, yes, just stay nice and quiet over there, please,” the man said soothingly. “Ah, don’t get me wrong, I-I only happened to find her down here by chance, okay? I was trying to save her. Hey, look, look closely, do I look like the sort of person to do these sorts of things to a lady? She sees me as her enemy, I think she’s confused. I don’t mind.” The man swayed from side to side with a joyous, familiar smile. Not a single drop of blood spilled from the stump where his arm used to be.

These were not the reactions of a regular person. Owl raised his gun. “... Who in the world are you?”

“Aww.” The man blinked at him behind his thick, round glasses. His messy silver hair, tied back in a ponytail, shifted as he tilted his head, strands falling over the shoulder of the standard institute student uniform. This man was familiar. “‘Who am I’? I-I told you, didn’t I? I’m Dio. Dio Tis Tifnie. We’re friends, right, Rossignol? And yet here you are pointing a gun at me. Th-That’s so mean. You’re making me sad.”

“Sad? You? You were completely stone-faced when you saw Meg’s body, though.”

“Meg? Well – yes? I-I didn’t need her anymore.” The man shrugged as if he merely found things regrettable, as if he merely read about manners in a book and truly had no concept of what the correct emotional response should feel like. “You said you would be my friend, and I don’t need two friends in the Lapertes faction, so whatever happened to Meg was entirely inconsequential. H-Humans don’t think anything of it when a useless object breaks, right? Besides, she was a good-for-nothing vixen threatening the director – i-if anything, more people would be relieved than sad to see her gone, wouldn’t you say? Ah – right, right, in fact, all four of the people who died and turned to stone were awful people, t-tricking patients and stealing people’s money and lovers and whatnot. Y-You don’t need to grieve them or anything.”

Owl gritted his teeth. “So you did kill them. You warped their bodies.”

“Killed? Me? O-Oh, please, no, I told you not to get it wrong.” Dio’s eyes widened in a deliberate show of surprise. “That wasn’t me. I couldn’t. Do you really think someone as powerless as me could leave a dead body in a burning building, o-or string one up on the ceiling of the observation deck? Th-There’s no way. Plus, remember, when the body was found on the Castille side, I-I was with you, wasn’t I? How could I have left the body there then?”

“Not sure,” Owl replied easily. “It might be impossible, even, if you were a normal human. But if you aren’t a ‘normal human,’ then there’s no use thinking about it. A first-rate alchemist, no matter where they’re locked up, can undo all the locks on the door in a single second and go drink tea at a cafe several kilometers away before you’ve even walked out the door; I’m sure someone with wings could easily make the leap up to the top of the observation deck.”

That wiped the smile off Dio’s face.

“It’s obvious the four dead people are your work,” Owl continued.

“Based on what, exactly?”

“You said their bodies were transformed into stone from the start, where everyone else was saying the stone was fused to their bodies. Even I thought it looked like they’d been forcibly fused together, but you took one look at how their flesh changed to stone and determined it was a orper change in state. The only time I’ve ever seen a person change in composition so radically is when they’ve been afflicted with the Black Rose Disease – in any other circumstance, it’d normally be impossible. But if someone knew that it was possible, they might just throw around words like ‘transformed’ from the start... like you did.”

“I-I just misspoke, is all.”

Dio’s denial fell on deaf ears. Owl simply pressed harder. “There’s more. You were the first to identify the stone on Meg’s body as ‘seashells,’ and identify them as a metaphor for the sea god Glaucus, weren’t you?”

Dio sighed, “Well, you said it first, they were all metaphors for people Asclepius saved. The bolts of lightning stood for Capaneus, the horse legs for Hippolytus, and the torches for Hymenaeus, i-it was you who said they were all symbols of the people the god Asclepius revived from the dead, wasn’t it?! And the seashells symbolized Glaucus –”

“Asclepius didn’t resurrect Glaucus the sea god, he resurrected Glaucus the son of King Minos, ruler of the Aegean Sea. There are various takes on the story, though.”

For the first time, Dio’s constant stream of words ceased. “... Huh?”

“It’s a common misconception. There are a lot of characters in Greek myths called Glaucus.”

“... But that’s....”

“You made the same mistake, huh? For being in one of the factions that endorses Asclepius’ healing techniques, you’re not well up on his mythology. Sounds like you were lazy.”

“I – that’s.... but....” The word “lazy” clearly stung, only serving to agitate him further.

Owl soldiered on. “You were acting strange from the beginning. You belonged to a faction whose motto is to heal the heart and mind as well as the body, but when faced with Meg’s body you didn’t seem to have much of a heart at all.”

“That’s, but, I’m not in charge of that sort of thing! I was told it was okay to not have a heart, that it wasn’t that important, it was another individual’s job to learn the heart...!!”

“I’ll ask again.” Owl flicked the safety off his gun. “Who are you?”

The gun itself didn’t seem to frighten Dio, but he still trembled and muttered to himself. The calm, collected attitude he’d had not a few minutes prior had vanished without a trace. “I-I-I was just doing what I was told, m-making stone is my job, anyway, I didn’t have to do that part, it’s not my job to deal with these things...!” On and on his excuses went, his eyes flicking back and forth like he forgot Owl was even there.

Strange behavior aside, Owl opened his mouth, ready to ask for a third and hopefully final time.

And then someone sighed, long and loud. “... My, oh, my, to think that you can’t use your wits in even a trifling matter like this. You’ve really deteriorated, haven’t you? Perhaps I shouldn’t use dolls of your make for centuries on end.”

For a moment, Owl thought it was Dio himself speaking, given that the voice sounded the exact same... but no. That slow, wholly naturalistic manner of speech came from someone standing behind Dio.

Everyone stopped dead the second they saw him.

This person had the same face, the same hair, even the same glasses....

... This person was Dio. There was another Dio behind Dio.

“... What?”

Owl and the others were lost for words. Why wouldn’t they be? A second Dio had just shown up without warning.

“Well, you did just barely manage to hold out until the flask arrived, so I suppose that’s good enough. My next task will be to investigate the differences in time it takes for defects to present themselves per subject.” The Dio in the back grabbed the Dio in front’s head in both hands.

SNAP

“Hu...uh?”

With an audible cracking of bones, the first Dio’s neck twisted around 180 degrees. He blinked at his counterpart now that his head was facing backwards, befuddled, then collapsed to the floor with a resounding thud, dead before he even hit the ground.

“What have you done?!” Jack shouted, already preparing to spring over to the dead Dio.

Owl threw an arm out to stop him. “Don’t!”

Dio offered them an exceedingly gentle smile. “Yes, yes, you’re correct. This isn’t a human, so human treatments won’t work, and it’s just a lump of dirt, now, anyway, so you can’t revive it. Not even Asclepius could give it life.” He spoke so kindly, it was almost hard to believe this was the same man who’d just killed his own doppelganger in cold blood.

“A lump of...?”

“Yes. It wasn’t alive to begin with – it was a doll made of clay I had working on this Earth. It... hm, it was the alchemical equivalent of a... golem? Ghoul? One or the other. Either way, I shrunk it down and had it get close to humans to gather knowledge and perform various jobs for me --  a sort of telescope, if you will, for studying humanity. I extracted a good deal of knowledge from it while I sat up in Heaven, but using it for centuries like that... well, the deterioration was awful. Disposing of it really was the right call.”

Dio nudged the thing that used to be Dio with his foot, sighing to himself. The single light touch was enough to demolish the body all at once, leaving it to crumble into simple dirt clods on the floor.

“Its main weakness is that once it starts degrading like that, it gets obsessed with its own enjoyment. It even recently forgot the directive I laid out for it to make humans into stone. And not only that, it became completely absorbed in making sculptures out of inferior stone and playing strange games with humans... assembling a ‘soul’ really is a difficult prospect. I keep running into errors no matter how many times I try.” Dio glanced at the human remains piled in the corner of the room and sighed again, his shoulders drooping a touch. “So many valuable resources, wasted... I told it to take good care of humans and look how that turned out...” he muttered to himself. “We need more of that to sustain them, but this won’t do at all... ahh... there’s not enough! I don’t have enough! Not enough of that, not enough humans...! Humans are the cornerstone of my research, I need more, I want more...!” Wild eyes turned on Elnora. “Humans! Yes, humans! I want to see more of what’s inside you! Where does your faith come from?! And your love?! Is it your brain? Your heart?”

One arm shot out and grabbed Elnora’s face. Before she could raise a single protest, Dio hoisted her into the air, leaving her feet to scrabble uselessly in midair.

“Elnora!” Owl shouted.

“Let her go!” Clemens glared and raised his arm. “Activate scarlet cells...!!” Black rose petals cloaked his body for a brief moment, and when they fell away he wore the violet justaucorps and burning crimson eyes of his vampire form. A bloodred saber formed in his raised hand, which he aimed directly at Dio’s head and swung with no hesitation.

“A vampire would also make for interesting research material, but I want to take azoth from you directly. Stay put for now, if you don’t mind.”

But Dio didn’t even look his way as he rolled his neck.

In the span of a single blink, Dio transformed.

Dazzling light shot out of his body, from which stretched a pair of wings with cogs at the base. Massive tentacles with hypodermic needles and surgical implements attached extended beneath those wings. His uniform changed to something more resembling a hooded chasuble decorated with a beautiful cape that faded from purple to green. His ponytail came undone, silver strands billowing around him in a gorgeous curtain. A gigantic machine appeared over his head.

No, not a machine, a halo.

He looked divine.

In the span of a single blink, the foolish, cheerful Dio Tis Tifnie was erased, and in his place stood a messenger from Heaven, a winged being... an angel.

The wings spread wide and flapped.

In the next instant, Clemens was thrown violently to the floor. The sheer pressure from a single flap of those elegant wings was enough to knock him down flat. The vampire wheezed from the blow.

“I don’t necessarily dislike your foolishness. You’re certainly not boring.” Dio’s eyes narrowed in a smile. “I am the angel Diotis. Bow your heads, humans, and offer your bodies unto me. Now is the advent of my mission of knowledge. I have been watching over you for quite some time.”

His mechanical tentacles descended on Clemens, who noticed the attack coming just in time and dodged by a hair’s breadth. And a good thing, too, because the floor where he’d just been lying shattered into pieces without a sound as though the stone was as soft as jelly. The ends of Clemens’ hair also fluttered to the ground – he’d managed to get out of the way, but the tip of his braid had been caught after all. “A scalpel...!” he hissed. Apparently, Dio’s – rather, Diotis’ – implements were powerful enough to cut through even steel.

“Stop it!” Elnora screeched, straining against her bonds. “If you touch a hair on his head you’ll be sorry!”

Diotis yanked on her hair. “Yes! That’s it! That’s the soul, the heart I want to learn!” His eyes glittered with fathomless excitement. “Love! Love, compassion, rage, sorrow, everything that only you feeble, imperfect beings possess! Show me more, show me more!”

“Be quiet already, you creep! Let go of me!”

Elnora struggled further in his grasp, but she might as well have been talking to a brick wall. “As I thought, there’s a world of difference in the level of precision when it comes to information gathering between just absorbing it secondhand and experiencing it for yourself. Such rich data... oh, I see, the dolls I sent down here collected so much data they went over capacity. That makes sense! Yes, yes, then that must be why this doll found such joy in a simple command like making stones and lasted so long. The others went to live among humans to gather data on the less concrete topic of the ‘soul’ and therefore hit their information limits much quicker. Yes, I see, it all makes sense now.” He was mumbling to himself again, getting his thoughts in order with ever increasing excitement. “Then that one doll I sent to gather data on ‘love,’ did it try to run off with a human woman because it went over capacity and errored? No, wait, maybe... it acted based on patterns of ‘love’ it learned? It tried to run... because it was in love?” He hunched forward regretfully. “Ahh, if that’s the case, maybe it wasn’t defective! I shouldn’t have burned it up without checking first! It’s so rare for one of them to get so attached to a single human female like that. I really messed up, I could’ve gotten some great data from it. Ahh, what a waste.”

“... What?” Elnora stilled, glaring at Diotis with even more heat from between the gaps of his fingers. “What did you just say? Answer me!” She raised one leg high, a knife slipping out of the tip of her shoe as it arced upward. She slashed at Diotis’ torso with all the strength she could muster.

Diotis, however, didn’t budge an inch. His coat didn’t even tear. “Oh, you’re so lively,” he breathed, eyes shining.

“I told you to answer me, you monster!”

For the first time, a trace of annoyance flitted across his face. He turned to look at her and blinked, like he finally noticed something, and leaned in to peer more closely. “... I burned a doll with the same face as me,” he said. “Though it might be more accurate to say I made it burn itself.”

“You made it?”

“Oh, yes. My dolls can’t disobey me. I made it burn down that entire village... every horse, every cow, every field, every family that believed in the old gods and every idiot villager that believed my doll’s words. Everything.”

“... You mean....”

“I believe its name was... Amedeva?”

“!!!”

A shudder wracked Elnora’s frame.

“Stop! Don’t say another word!” Clemens raised his saber again, but the force of the mechanical feelers sent him sprawling once again.

“That one’s responses back then were so indecent I could hardly bear to look at the thing. The whole time it was lighting the fires and watching the village reduce to cinders, all it did was cry ‘Mia, Mia,’ in the most hideous voice you could imagine.”

Elnora shuddered hard enough to rattle her chains. “... A... Ah....!”

“It was comical, at the end, when it finally lit itself on fire and turned back into the dirt from whence it came. That final moment, when it crumbled into pieces... that was the funniest part of all.”

“... Ahh...!”

“But I think it was for the best. That human woman was better off not giving birth to any children made of dirt, right?”

“AAAAHHHHHH!!!” A guttural scream tore from her throat. “It was you! You’re the one who destroyed my village! You’re the real Diotis! You killed my sister! She loved you and you killed her...! Monster! MONSTER!” Her eyes burned with malice. She strained against her shackles, hard enough her joints seemed in danger of breaking, yet she gave no indication of any pain. “I’ll tear you limb from limb...!” she vowed.

Then it happened.

Black fog spewed forth from her mouth, fluttering around her like flower petals. It was the black miasma that preceded Demonization, the inky substance that cocooned those afflicted with the Black Rose Disease and awakened their Demonic power.

Clemens went deathly pale. “Elnora, NO!”

“Elnora’s...?” Owl gaped. “How?! She’s not infected!” He hurriedly loaded a disassembling bullet into the chamber.

“And she’s not even a descendant of the Teos Island inhabitants like Eliza?” Jack wondered, equally perplexed.

The scraps of miasma coated her in the blink of an eye... or rather, they would have, but right before they made contact with her skin they erupted into tiny crackling fireworks and disappeared.

“What? It’s not wrapping around her...?”

“Something’s weird!”

It looked almost as if her body was rejecting the Demonization. Elnora growled and writhed around, the Demonizing cocoon failing to form.

“Is she... reacting against it? Or – is that an antibody response?”

Neither Owl nor Jack had ever seen anything like it. What on Earth was going on? Clemens, however, groaned vexedly. “It was only a matter of time. The potential lies in her very blood.”

“Potential?”

“She’s a special case.... One of her ancestors, many generations past, was a particularly powerful Possessed.”

“What?” Owl whirled on Clemens, eyes nearly bugging out of his skull. He’d never mentioned this before! “Are you talking about atavism?! I’ve never heard of an infection passing down blood lines!” The muzzle of his gun wavered.

However, the miasma was persistent, and slowly began to win out over whatever resistance Elnora had. Bit by bit, the petal-like substance began to cover her body. The cocoon of Possession was starting to form.

Clemens watched on in horror. “She can’t resist it this time...!”

Owl leaped to set up an array to subdue Elnora once she Demonized... but then she spoke.

“Are you ready to repent?”

At the same time, all the miasma clinging to her skin peeled off and transformed into a pale curtain that began to sway around her in an unfelt breeze. The curtain draped over her like a massive robe that merged with her, turning her clothes pure white.

“There’s only one judgment for you....”

Her long, beautiful legs firmly touched the ground. The stone beneath her feet snapped cleanly in two.

“GUILTY!”

Her hands balled into fists. The bolts on her manacles rattled and screeched, then melted away like a chocolate bar in the sun.

“For the sin of killing my sister...!”

Without a loud SNAP, the chains shattered.

“I’ll have you atone with your body and your life!”

The floor beneath her exploded. She launched at Diotis.

“... Oh, my, this is –”

That was all he managed to get out before one pale, supposedly weak fist came flying right at his face. He folded his wings to block the blow just in time, sending a metallic CLANG reverberating through the room. The sound still rang through the air as Elnora twisted her body and aimed a kick at his head, shoe knife already primed and ready. Diotis, however, didn’t even attempt to dodge; he simply parried her flying feet with his mechanical feelers. Sparks flew and screeching metal echoed as her knife and his scalpel met. In the end, though, the scalpel won out. Elnora’s knife snapped as she was sent hurtling back toward the wall with a yelp. However, she twisted in midair to kick safely off the wall and launch herself at Diotis again.

“I’ll kill you...!” she shouted, her eyes burning crimson with intent. She took a deep breath... then barked at Diotis, “Now KNEEL!!” Her voice rolled over Diotis like a wave, subsuming him completely and bouncing off the walls.

Owl’s eyes widened. “That’s the same as Clemens...” he breathed. She had just produced a powerful, familiar shock wave. That was the same kind of ultrasonic wave bats made. Clemens used that same voice in battle to deliver orders that couldn’t be defied and songs that bolstered his allies. And Elnora had the exact same voice.

Her words reduced part of the wall to dust, revealing a cramped space containing a sculpture of the sun on a pedestal and something hanging suspended from the ceiling by a chain. It looked to be some sort of black lump of stone, but not the blue-gray kind they’d been seeing around – no, this stone was a black so deep it hung like a void of unrelenting darkness in midair.

Clemens’ attention was immediately arrested by the thing dangling at the edge of his vision. “... That’s –?!”

The thing dangling on the chain was a particularly massive stone straddling the barrier between violet and black, so dark it lacked any clarity. Still, something seemed to shine in its depths, rather like a swarm of bioluminescent sea life.

“Whoa, there.” Diotis’ wings suddenly spread wide, masking the gap in the wall from view. “Your little prank has gone too far now.”

“That was –!”

Clemens apparently knew something about it, because he tried to creep closer to the wall through the thick cloud of dust still hanging in the air.

Meanwhile, Elnora unleashed another powerful, earsplitting shock wave from her mouth, but once again Diotis blocked it with his wings. Far from actually harming him, the blast actually ricocheted off the walls and flew toward Owl’s group instead, impeding Clemens’ way forward. “Elnora! Calm down!” Clemens shouted. His fervent plea, imbued with his own power, canceled her screaming out.

Owl’s eyes flicked between the pair. “A shock wave.... Is Elnora a vampire Demon, too? If she really inherited the core of a Black Rose Disease carrier generations past....”

If she took that form because of that carrier’s influence... if she only inherited the Demon’s characteristics instead of being a full Demon herself....

... Then her, and him....

As the theories whirled in his mind, Elnora flew at Diotis again. She hit a table fixated to the ground in the middle of the room and tumbled to the floor, but immediately righted herself again and grabbed it at both ends. With a guttural, animalistic roar, she snapped the table in two, grabbed the broken pieces of the tabletop, and hurled them at Diotis.

“That superhuman strength...!” Jack gasped. “She must be a dhampir!”

A dhampir – a hybrid child born of a vampire and a human. With vampires themselves being so exceedingly rare, dhampirs were even rarer. Only their names remained in old books and records. Females were called vampiras, possessing phenomenal strength, investigative powers, and in rare instances even supernatural abilities to hypnotize or charm people. Their physical abilities were several degrees of excellence higher than a human’s but....

“You’re a worthless, defective beast, incomplete as both a human and a monster,” Diotis taunted.

To the angel, Elnora wasn’t worth his interest. He sliced the table to bits, the pieces clattering silently to the floor.

“Be quiet!” Elnora immediately grabbed something else to hurl at him. It whistled through the air and momentarily wrapped itself around his neck.

“Oh, my,” Diotis hummed.

“You won’t escape me, darling.”

It was a whip. A bullwhip, even, not the riding crop she’d brought with her to the institute, with thick strands of hard leather weaved together in a strong braid and decorated with solid gold pieces and green jewels on the ends. It creaked as it tightened around Diotis’ throat.

“Take every last drop of my burning passion, okay?” She gently ran her hand over the spot where the grip of the whip met the body. Fire sprang up where her fingers touched and raced down the whip like a lit fuse, setting Diotis’ throat aflame.

“Is that the same power as my gloves...?” Owl wondered.

“That’s something Eliza made!” Jack whispered at the same time. The whip was a special tool the head of the McCreech family had created just for Elnora.

Even fire from a specially made alchemical tool wasn’t enough to move Diotis, though. “How pointless. Whips and flames won’t work on me.” He raised his chin to show Elnora just that. The skin underneath the fiery whip was unburnt and unharmed.

Elnora smiled boldly. “That’s not normal fire...!”

As she spoke, the magic stones within the whip ignited, releasing a cloud of vapor with an irritating stench. Diotis flinched ever so slightly, his brows furrowing as the smell penetrated his nostrils. He recognized it immediately. “Dragon’s blood...!” he hissed, reaching up and tearing the jewels off. In that single instant, he was defenseless.

Elnora took her chance. “That’s right, dragon’s blood. Burning cinnabar is poisonous even to angels, isn’t that right?!” With a mighty heave, she reeled the whip toward her, causing him to momentarily lose his balance. As she heaved again, she turned and screamed, “OWL!”

“I got it!” Owl was already prepped and ready. He aimed at Diotis, pouring all his power into this one alchemical array. This time, he didn’t hesitate. “Disassembly bullet!!”

The golden projectile filled with sunlight fired straight and true, lighting the dark basement up with its glow. It struck Diotis square in the forehead.

And yet....

“Fools.”

With an explosive crackle, the bullet split apart above Diotis and crumbled into pieces that vanished like mist in sunlight. Owl sucked in a breath.

“Do you still not get it? Pathetic lower life forms! Do you believe me to be like Mastema, whose body grew weak from becoming too close to this world?! Or like Krinos, speared on a fallen angel’s lance?!” Diotis pinned Owl with his gaze. “It may have worked on them, but my body is a masterpiece granted unto me by Heaven, the pinnacle of Their most exalted works! You couldn’t hope to lay a single scratch on me!”

“...!”

Diotis raised a single hand. All of his tentacles rose with it and pointed directly at Owl. The sharp blade of the scalpel aimed for his heart.

“Owl, RUN!” Clemens shouted. He brandished his saber. “Peering Windows of Twilight!!”

Scarlet droplets trailed the arc of his blade which quickly transformed into countless square windows that boxed Diotis in.

He didn’t give Diotis a chance to counter. “Pierce him through, Prison of Stakes!”

Once more, gigantic bloodred stakes rocketed out of the windows, shooting at Diotis and knocking his scalpel off-course before it could slice Owl to ribbons.

“Boring. Truly boring.” Diotis’ scalpel sliced through the stakes instead as easily as butter. “You could at least try to surprise me.” He flapped his wings once, sending all the shelves nearby tumbling to the ground with a mighty crash and shattering all the bottles and vials they held. The liquid in the bottles went flying and evaporated the instant they hit open air, creating a thick cloud of purple smoke.

Elnora leaped back and reflexively ran over to Owl. “Don’t breathe it in, Owl!” she ordered.

“Huh?”

“That stuff turns people into monsters, I’m sure of it! Dio was extracting it and mixing it with chemicals!”

“He was what?” Clemens whirled around. “Elnora, grab Jack!”

“I know!”

The pair bodily picked up Owl and Jack and sprinted for the exit at full speed, trying to outrun the spreading smoke. The two men yelped in alarm in Clemens’ arms and over Elnora’s shoulder, respectively. Neither of them had moved at such speeds before. Their stomachs roiled uncomfortably in their guts. They couldn’t even breathe. The vampires reached the staircase in record-breaking time, kicked down the walls, and made a mad dash down the long corridor, so fast their legs barely even seemed to move.

“Is this – a vampire’s – true – power?!” Jack wondered aloud.

“Be quiet! You’ll bite your tongue off!”

“Too – late –!”

Clemens and Elnora headed for the surface, kicking the staircase to pieces along the way with the force of their running. It took everything Owl and Jack had to cling on for dear life. In less than a minute, the four were back at the altar in the chapel. They kicked the door down and escaped the building entirely to find Hude Lou, Fossanova (conscious once more), Archie, and Oliver. Hude Lou blinked at them, eyebrows raised. “Wow, that was fast,” he commented. “We only just finished getting the students on prayer duty to evacuate.” He glanced at Clemens and Elnora, took in their respective states, and instantly understood what was going on. “You met the culprit.”

Owl leaped out of Clemens’ arms. “Barricade the door!” he shouted. “The basement is filled with poisonous fog, probably the same stuff Krinos was using! It’s going to spill out above ground!”

“What? You mean the stuff they used to infect people with the Black Rose Disease? So the thing holed up down there really was an angel. Are they making Demons here, too, then?”

“No, he was trying to make stones, not Demons. They’ve got other objectives.” Owl shook himself. “We don’t have time to chitchat. It’s dangerous here!”

He turned to look in the direction of the institute proper. A low rumbling began to emanate beneath his feet, steadily growing louder and louder, loud enough to tear the ground asunder.

Diotis was destroying the basement complex, and he was coming here.

original written by Nagaya Kawaji here

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Why are you leaving me? Have I not done enough to prove I love you?

Character: Jordy Stevens

Ship: Jordy x Reader/Jordy x You

Fandom: slasher-jax(he's my oc)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, blood, gore, kidnapping, drugs, bro's a vampire and a yandere yall, hair pulling, emetiphobia, he speaks Spanish from time to time (key at the end)

Jordy yelled after you, the crumpled body of your ex laying at his feet with two puncture holes in their neck, blood spewing from said holes and pooling around them. He thought you would understand. WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?! He did this for you, for both of you. That jackass was just in y'all's way of being together.

"NO! Por favor, don't leave. Please! I don't wanna hurt you, I swear!"

Jordy sighs as you continue running, eyes flashing crimson as he chases after you with supernatural speed, grabbing you just before you reached the door. His hand knotted itself in your hair, pulling you tight against his once warm, now cold chest. He slapped a hand over your mouth before you could scream, a soft whimper escaping you instead.

Jordy drug you carelessly threw the hallway, leading you to a surgery room. You were beginning to wish you had never agreed to come to this stupid abandoned hospital with him. As you both turn a corner, an old scalpel embeds itself into your Achilles, ripping a scream from your throat. He looks down at you before making a mental note to fix that later. In a last ditch effort to escape you dug you nails into his hand, causing him to yell in pain and drop you, only for a second though, to check his hand. He slowly walked up to you as you tried crawling away, your left leg now parallelized keeping you from standing.

He grabs you by the throat, not hard enough to choke you, but just enough to keep control of your body. He pulls you into the surgery room finally. The room looked like any other room in this abandoned hospital, just a bit cleaner. In one corner there was a rolling cart with clean tools on it, in another there was a cozy looking hospital bed. They only abnormal thing about this room was the titanium leg clamp that sat next to the bed.

Jordy tosses you on the bed gently, grabbing your leg before you can even try to get away. He clamps the unharmed leg in the clamp, walking away as you try to pull yourself out of it. He flicks a light on, allowing you to see the room better. The floor was caked in blood and in a corner were several dead bodies, all at different stages of decay. The bodies were all mangled together, their jaws broken and their eyes plucked out. In the other corner sat the eyes, all placed in jars and the jars stacked on top of one another. Jordy looked at you sadly, the scar on the right side of his freckled face ever more visible. He shook his head as you began screaming again, hoping for someone, anyone to hear you. He sighed before walking up to you, holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"Lo siento, mi amor. I did this for you... all I wanted in return, was your love."

Jordy said, sticking your neck with the syringe, shooting the liquid into you. You felt the effects right away, your eyes getting heavy. The last thing you felt and seen was Jordy's cool lips against your forehead, and his, once ice blue and brown, now crimson eyes staring down at you sadly.

Key: Por Favor/Please, Lo Siento/I'm Sorry, Mi Amor/My Love

^Jordy Sevens

^Pre-Vamp Jordy

Jordy belongs to me, he is my own oc/persona. This work is an original work. Artwork does not belong to me. Art came from this picrew.

@zeroisreallygood @th3r4t48 @puppet200

[not-so-bad]

"Mr. Lee, please keep your arm still."

Anatoliy has been trying to get an adequate amount of blood from the elderly man's arm for the better part of half an hour. Arthur Lee's veins are thin and are making Anatoliy's job highly difficult — his shift is supposed to be finishing in 15 minutes.

"But the needle hurts," Mr. Lee complains, moving his arm away. "Can't you use somethin' else for the tests?"

"Sorry, Mr. Lee; this is the only way to get an accurate result," Anatoliy complains, calm and factual. "You've been I'll for months; we need to know what's going on to let your doctor know."

"I thought you were my new doctor," Arthur asks questioningly.

"No, I'm the nurse." He says, though he seems distracted — he's finally found a visible vein and the conversation seems to keep Mr. Lee relaxed.

"Oh. So is my doctor still– uhm..."

Anatoliy chimes in. "Dr. Alnes?"

"Yes, her! She's delightful, where is she?"

"She doesn't do bloods, sir," he says, slowly inserting the needle into Arthur's arm, watching his reactions to see if he notices.

He doesn't. "Ain't that a doctor's job though?"

"Nope — healthcare assistants and nurses," he explains. "Most of my job is bloods."

"Oh, okay. You ain't very good at this, are you?"

"Well, I've just taken yours." Anatoliy shows him the syringe filled with blood. "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Lee. You'll get your results next week." He empties the jar into a small jar before taking off his gloves and beginning to pack his things away.

"Wait–" Arthur looks at the jar before looking over at Anatoliy as he speed-walks around the room. "Where are you rushin' off to?"

"Picking up my daughter from school," he mutters, picking up his bag. "If you need to contact me, ask Allison at the front desk for my work number. Goodbye, Mr. Lee." It's the last thing he says before jogging out of the room.

He's clearly a little stressed.