Post by Nyarlath on Aug 29, 2012 23:37:05 GMT -5
Dr. Hewitt Kagan directed his team as they carefully took apart the mechanical warrior in the launch bay. Unfortunately for the members of this team it would possibly be the last time any of them got to work with such and advanced piece of technology, as it had taken some extensive damage. Were it a car, the correct phrase would be "totaled."
As the good Dr. looked on a technician jogged up behind him and sent him a message of sorts. Kagan turned around to see a pizza delivery boy standing inside this secret military base, waiting for someone to pay him. Kagan sighed and slowly walked towards the kid.
"That'll be 1782 yen," said the dirty blonde haired kid who was clearly paying more attention to the deconstruction work in the background.
"American?" Kagan asked, but continued before the kid could answer. "Not very common here in Japan."
"About as common as a secret military base," the kid shrugged. "That's Brian Thorn's mech, isn't it?"
"Officially, no," Kagan insisted, "and your tip will reflect that."
"Got it."
Finally the cockpit was opened up, and it had taken massive damage. Inside was a battered and beaten Brian Thorn, half of his face ripped off due to damage. Except, as the kid quickly realized, that wasn't really Brian Thorn. The metal and wires gave it away, along with the mechanical twitching.
"Holy shit," the kid said, "Brian Thorn is a robot?"
"Officially, no," Kagan repeated. "Besides there's a difference between a robot and an android."
"Brian Thorn is a fucking android!" The dirty blonde haired kid would repeat this phrase in shock a few times before being escorted out by some military personnel. Apparently nobody thought anyone would believe him if he did tell, and they were probably right.
***
My time is near.
I shall emerge.
I will find a way back to this realm, where the people are ripe with fear.
Nothing will stop me from dominating this world once I cross over.
For now a link will do.
I sense torture.
Perfect.
***
What scared the girl the most about her captor was not the demon mask he wore. She was certain his intent was for it to strike fear deep within her, but it didn't bother her. What did was his eyes. The mask was nothing, it was the evil underneath, the evil in his eyes that terrified her.
The demon had snatched her as she walked home from school. She remembered hearing a shuffling sound, and then smelling something very strong. She woke up in his chamber, a basement with padded walls to muffle her screams. Right away she knew he meant for this to last as long as possible.
He'd burned her, shocked her, beaten and cut her. He'd done terrible things to her, shown her the world of the grotesque. Most of all he said things to her. He apparently knew who she was and where she lived, and that she had a brother many years younger than her. The demon threatened to do the same to him if she died too early.
Despite it all, the pain and the suffering, the violations of humanity, it was the eyes that broke her. She seemed to be able to take the torture, though she had no idea how. She would scream and cry out a bit, her eyes would tear up, but it wasn't until he caught her gaze that she'd feel what he really wanted. Terror.
The demon moved to the beat of the metal music in the background, his motions telling of a near childlike delight in his actions. He had all the power in the world right now, and was breaking his latest victim. Such an intoxicating feeling. He could do this forever.
He sliced her again, peeling off a bit of skin and bringing it up to her mouth. "Taste," he said in a deep voice, and it was clear she wouldn't get away from this one. One deep stare and he could see her break a bit more inside, as she tasted of her own flesh.
He swelled as if he was feeding off of her pain. Whether it nourished him or not it certainly felt good to him. Powerful. Wait, what is this? Something really is happening, something trying to fill me. So this is what power feels like? It is... it's taking me over!
You will be my host.
"Who are you?"
All you need know is the power I will give you, and in return you will guide me to this realm.
"I... this feeling... it's incredible!"
Focus. We have but one task. Help me achieve it and you will be at the side of true power.
"Give me more!"
I give nothing, you must earn it. I shall need a sacrifice.
"You need me. Give me more and I will help you."
I need nothing. I am your master. You will obey.
"No, I will be the master, and you will obey. More power!"
The girl didn't know why the demon was talking to himself, or what he was going on about. All she knew was that his eyes were now glowing a dark red and that it was more terrifying than anything she'd experienced before. The world was not right, reality was breaking, she was losing her mind. She screamed hysterically.
Suddenly the demon convulsed. And again. His muscles tightened and he was racked with pain. He screamed in agony as his flesh tore itself apart, as bones snapped, as his heart raced. It was beating hard now, harder than a human heart should ever beat. The demon let out a murderous scream as it exploded.
***
Was that a scream? The kid knocked again. "Hello? Your pizza's here!" He stepped back from the dark, creepy house he was in front of, hoping that what he'd just heard was some sort of movie or something. Those Japanese and their crazy animated movies. Right? I hope that's all it is.
He knocked again.
The ignorance of humans...
"Is anyone here?"
To think he could contain my power...
"You already paid for this with your card, so, if you don't open up I'm just going to eat it."
I must continue my plan...
"Seriously, you're my last delivery, I'm just going to take this home."
Though discretion will be my priority... for now.
"Alright, your loss..."
***
"You look terrible, Aaron," Noriko said in her broken English. Despite his exhaustion he smiled at her awkward pronunciation of his name. A-rone.
"Bad dreams," he said looking up at her. She could immediately see his weariness.
"Say." She wanted him to tell her what he dreamed about. He didn't like that she was still taking shortcuts with her English.
"Tell me," he said with the inflection of an instructor. She rolled her eyes and repeated the phrase. "I don't know," he answered, "some screwed up dream with this crazy girl and a lot of blood, some weird mask and... pizza. I think I've just been working too hard."
"Careful not to live your dreams," she said with a teasing smile. He shrugged at her. He was so exhausted. He ran his hands over his face, hoping to wake himself up a bit more. Reflexively he swept his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. He'd have to catch up on his sleep another time.
As the good Dr. looked on a technician jogged up behind him and sent him a message of sorts. Kagan turned around to see a pizza delivery boy standing inside this secret military base, waiting for someone to pay him. Kagan sighed and slowly walked towards the kid.
"That'll be 1782 yen," said the dirty blonde haired kid who was clearly paying more attention to the deconstruction work in the background.
"American?" Kagan asked, but continued before the kid could answer. "Not very common here in Japan."
"About as common as a secret military base," the kid shrugged. "That's Brian Thorn's mech, isn't it?"
"Officially, no," Kagan insisted, "and your tip will reflect that."
"Got it."
Finally the cockpit was opened up, and it had taken massive damage. Inside was a battered and beaten Brian Thorn, half of his face ripped off due to damage. Except, as the kid quickly realized, that wasn't really Brian Thorn. The metal and wires gave it away, along with the mechanical twitching.
"Holy shit," the kid said, "Brian Thorn is a robot?"
"Officially, no," Kagan repeated. "Besides there's a difference between a robot and an android."
"Brian Thorn is a fucking android!" The dirty blonde haired kid would repeat this phrase in shock a few times before being escorted out by some military personnel. Apparently nobody thought anyone would believe him if he did tell, and they were probably right.
***
My time is near.
I shall emerge.
I will find a way back to this realm, where the people are ripe with fear.
Nothing will stop me from dominating this world once I cross over.
For now a link will do.
I sense torture.
Perfect.
***
What scared the girl the most about her captor was not the demon mask he wore. She was certain his intent was for it to strike fear deep within her, but it didn't bother her. What did was his eyes. The mask was nothing, it was the evil underneath, the evil in his eyes that terrified her.
The demon had snatched her as she walked home from school. She remembered hearing a shuffling sound, and then smelling something very strong. She woke up in his chamber, a basement with padded walls to muffle her screams. Right away she knew he meant for this to last as long as possible.
He'd burned her, shocked her, beaten and cut her. He'd done terrible things to her, shown her the world of the grotesque. Most of all he said things to her. He apparently knew who she was and where she lived, and that she had a brother many years younger than her. The demon threatened to do the same to him if she died too early.
Despite it all, the pain and the suffering, the violations of humanity, it was the eyes that broke her. She seemed to be able to take the torture, though she had no idea how. She would scream and cry out a bit, her eyes would tear up, but it wasn't until he caught her gaze that she'd feel what he really wanted. Terror.
The demon moved to the beat of the metal music in the background, his motions telling of a near childlike delight in his actions. He had all the power in the world right now, and was breaking his latest victim. Such an intoxicating feeling. He could do this forever.
He sliced her again, peeling off a bit of skin and bringing it up to her mouth. "Taste," he said in a deep voice, and it was clear she wouldn't get away from this one. One deep stare and he could see her break a bit more inside, as she tasted of her own flesh.
He swelled as if he was feeding off of her pain. Whether it nourished him or not it certainly felt good to him. Powerful. Wait, what is this? Something really is happening, something trying to fill me. So this is what power feels like? It is... it's taking me over!
You will be my host.
"Who are you?"
All you need know is the power I will give you, and in return you will guide me to this realm.
"I... this feeling... it's incredible!"
Focus. We have but one task. Help me achieve it and you will be at the side of true power.
"Give me more!"
I give nothing, you must earn it. I shall need a sacrifice.
"You need me. Give me more and I will help you."
I need nothing. I am your master. You will obey.
"No, I will be the master, and you will obey. More power!"
The girl didn't know why the demon was talking to himself, or what he was going on about. All she knew was that his eyes were now glowing a dark red and that it was more terrifying than anything she'd experienced before. The world was not right, reality was breaking, she was losing her mind. She screamed hysterically.
Suddenly the demon convulsed. And again. His muscles tightened and he was racked with pain. He screamed in agony as his flesh tore itself apart, as bones snapped, as his heart raced. It was beating hard now, harder than a human heart should ever beat. The demon let out a murderous scream as it exploded.
***
Was that a scream? The kid knocked again. "Hello? Your pizza's here!" He stepped back from the dark, creepy house he was in front of, hoping that what he'd just heard was some sort of movie or something. Those Japanese and their crazy animated movies. Right? I hope that's all it is.
He knocked again.
The ignorance of humans...
"Is anyone here?"
To think he could contain my power...
"You already paid for this with your card, so, if you don't open up I'm just going to eat it."
I must continue my plan...
"Seriously, you're my last delivery, I'm just going to take this home."
Though discretion will be my priority... for now.
"Alright, your loss..."
***
"You look terrible, Aaron," Noriko said in her broken English. Despite his exhaustion he smiled at her awkward pronunciation of his name. A-rone.
"Bad dreams," he said looking up at her. She could immediately see his weariness.
"Say." She wanted him to tell her what he dreamed about. He didn't like that she was still taking shortcuts with her English.
"Tell me," he said with the inflection of an instructor. She rolled her eyes and repeated the phrase. "I don't know," he answered, "some screwed up dream with this crazy girl and a lot of blood, some weird mask and... pizza. I think I've just been working too hard."
"Careful not to live your dreams," she said with a teasing smile. He shrugged at her. He was so exhausted. He ran his hands over his face, hoping to wake himself up a bit more. Reflexively he swept his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. He'd have to catch up on his sleep another time.
