Post by ryuuk on Dec 15, 2010 2:43:34 GMT -5
Tahirah Bayoumi shivered slightly in the cold evening air, tugging her thick jacket around her tighter. She disliked the snow greatly, and because she was from Egypt she was used to extreme heat, not extreme cold. Her breath fogged the air in front of her as she walked steadily down the sidewalk, her arms wrapped around her torso in an attempt to keep herself warm. A shiver knocked her teeth together rapidly, and her cheeks and nose were cold from being exposed. Glancing around cautiously, she stretched her hands down at her sides and flexed her fingers. Sand formed quickly around them until there was a thick coat to protect her digits from the winter weather. Now that her hands were warming up, she crossed her arms back over her chest and kept walking, the only sound her shoes clicking softly against the sidewalk and snow quietly muffling even that soft sound.
Demarco smiled from within his building. He silently slid the window open, and his lips just exited the opening, as a thick black smoke expelled from his pursed mouth. It swirled and danced in the wind, and then reformed in front of the window in a fully formed, colored, image of a man. He turned to look at Tahirah, just as she began walking this way. Demarco smiled a toothy grin and silently slid the window closed again. The image of the man walked towards Tahirah, but something was severely off about it. From the tips of his finger, dark, near black liquid dripped onto the concrete, staining it red. When he passed Tahirah, he would give a bit of a grin to her, but the blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, splashing onto his suit and turning his white undershirt a vibrant red.
Tahirah Bayoumi spotted the man, but didn't notice the unusual aspect about him immediately. When a cold feeling crept up into her stomach, she slowed her steps and shivered... and it wasn't from the weather. She felt like she were being watched by someone. When the male passed her and caught her eyes, she had to silence a gasp that came out of her mouth and stumbled back a step. The sand around her hands trickled away in her loss of concentration and she looked down at the ground, following the trail of stained red as far as she could see before it vanished in the thick darkness that seemed to have crept up closer behind her. "Are you alright?" She tried to ask, but couldn't speak English. Egyptian came from her mouth, but she felt instantly that speaking had been a huge mistake. There was something off about this man.. Something that frightened her down to her bones. She took a step away from him.
Demarco was now outside, but he was no where to be seen. The man that Tahirah was interacting with turn towards her, mouth falling open and all the blood spilled out of it. It splashed onto the ground, and his teeth could be seen mixed in with the pool of blood. His mouth was a gory, fleshy cave. No words came from his mouth but just a cracking sound... something akin to a more high-pitched splintering of wood. His hands reached out, in an attempt to grasp Tahirah's shoulders, but he fell forward, and then he passed right through Tahirah's body. When she looked down to see him, she would only find herself standing in a pool of the dark maroon liquid. The street had fallen completely still, even the wind seemed to stop. The street lights dimmed, and it almost seemed like everything was in gray-scale.
Tahirah Bayoumi let out a startled, shocked gasp and stumbled backwards in an attempt to get away from this creature, but instead felt like something had wrenched her soul from her body the moment he lurched forward and fell right through her. She shuddered, and quickly ran to the side, her footsteps leaving a trail of the vile substance she had stood in. Fool! She shook her head with tears in her eyes, now fully aware that she wasn't dreaming, and that the man was.. had been.. real. The voice in her head scoffed and muttered something, but she couldn't make out what it was. Think, Tahirah. Look around. Pay attention, moron. You're being followed. Taking the advice, Tahirah looked around quickly, her eyes studying each window, door, and even searching the shadows and crawling darkness beyond her sight for any signs of where this illusion was coming from. She was smart enough to know that it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her. Someone was out there.
Demarco stood back, hidden by the complete illusion he had created. The darkness settled again. A woman on the street was laughing, though her voice was very high-pitched and seemed inhumanly loud. She could be seen scratching at... a blood mess of a corpse on the ground, ripping handfuls of flesh from the body. She shoved the meat in her mouth and when she cackled, it was like a fire alarm went off right in your ear. Her face was permanently red from the meat, and if Tahirah approached she'd see that the woman's eyes were huge and death-black. If Tahirah looked, she'd see her own face on the corpse, her expression a permanent one of amazement and fear...
Tahirah Bayoumi fell to her knees on the ground, clenching her eyes shut and covering her ears with her shaking hands. Tears freely streamed down her face, the cackling from the mad cannibalistic woman only feet away sending her into further hysterics. She wasn't at the point where she was sobbing, but every so often a little whimper would fall upon the silence to break it. Was she going crazy, imagining the blood and teeth, the gnashing and sickening sounds of flesh being ripped from the corpse and consumed by the monster? Her eyes opened and she risked a glance over. She clamped her hands over her mouth to shut the scream from escaping. It was her! She was dead, being consumed like an all-you-can-eat buffet, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Then she remembered that she was a mutant, she had powers, and she could use them. Lifting her shaking hands, she formed a ball of sand and hurled it hard as she could at the woman.
Demarco. The sand 'hit' the woman, if such an illusion could be hit. The woman, looking down at her stomach which now bled, smiled only bigger. She stood up and grabbed the ankle of the body in front of her and walked away, her laughs echoing around the street. Demarco's voice sounded like a siren from everywhere at once. "Ooooh, we are scared, aren't we? Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha!" his laughed slowly faded away, and from the direction the woman had walked came yet another apparition. Were these spirits? It is certainly possible. It was a man, naked and skinny as if he'd been held in a concentration camp for years. He limped, as it seemed his ankle was broken. He would approach Tahirah, and if he could get close enough, his hand would reach out to touch her. If it happened, she would feel some sort of pain, and it grew very quickly. From that spot, blood would begin to seep out of her pores, and the pain would be excruciating.
Tahirah Bayoumi slipped where she stood, unaware that she had moved back into the puddle of blood. She spoke in response, hoping that he would just leave her alone. "What do you want?!" Her voice flew around her instantly, swarming her senses until she was too dizzy and dazed from the eerie waver of her voice echoing unnaturally. It wasn't until the thin man reached her and touched her that she snapped back to reality. The pain erupted in the spot he touched, blood dripping quickly from her skin. She jerked back.. finally, a piercing scream from the pain and terror ripping from her throat. It no doubt filled every corner of the street, and probably even reached the Academy it was so loud. It only lasted a short while, five seconds at the most, but it was enough to open herself from attack as she cradled the hand the man had touched, trying desperately to stop the bleeding and wake from this nightmare.
Demarco smiled, and as he had been following her the entire time, she would feel her lungs nearly collapse as he sucked in, and the rainbow colored smoke poured from her very soud and into his. When she ended the scream, she would find herself so very weak, she might just fall and collapse there. Slowly, the street returned to itself, and all seemed the same as when she had first come out here... she was... well, she was completely alone.
Tahirah Bayoumi clutched at her chest, trying to get her breath back. Nothing on the planet could have prepared her for that, and as she sat there on her knees with her forehead against the ground the woman felt so incredibly weak that she doubted she could even stand if she tried. Somehow, she pushed herself up and crawled over to the light post, using it to hoist herself up. She wasn't too far from the Academy. She could make it. She had to make it, had to tell Bryton what had happened. There was a monster near the school, possibly even someone from the school. It took almost ten minutes, but she made it to the front doors and pushed herself inside, collapsing on the floor as snow flew in behind her, and sand poured from her pores except the ones that were bleeding. "H.. help.." She croaked, trying to get up even as she fought to stay conscious.
Bryton Yorkshire was in his office, totally tuning everything out, until something approached, and something in his gut wretched. He gasped, and his eyes bolted to the door. He stood up and ran, bursting through the two doors into the hallway. There, yet another student laid on the ground, trembling in fear. Mind flooded open, and he searched the area... but all he could pick up on was the normal. Nothing was out of the ordinary at all. He dropped to his knees and slid the last few millimeters to Tahirah, and hoisted her up into his arms. "Tahirah, Tahirah... please," he said, shaking her. She wasn't dead, or close, but she was definitely some sort of freaked out. He burst into her mind, and watched the whole thing happen. "Oh... my God," he muttered. That even scared him... "It's okay, Tahirah. It's okay," he said, pulling her head into his stomach and trying his best to calm her down. Eyes glanced at the blood, and Sebastian came through the door, rolling ever so slowly as usual. "Sebastian, medical procedure number 87," he said. Sebastian's stomach fell open, and the bot reached in and grabbed antiseptic and some gauge pad. Bryton shut off her powers mentally for now, to keep her from further exhausting her energy reserves. "Seb, post a warning on the school site. And work on a flyer to post around the school. Something serious is going down," he said. Sebastian gave Bryton the supplies, and Bryton wrapped her wound in the gauge after covering it in the antiseptic. "Get a doctor here soon, too," he said.
Tahirah Bayoumi looked up at him through blurred vision. She was in too much pain to really understand what was going on. Everything was fuzzy, his voice slurred in her ears; she didn't even see Sebastian. "Something.. someone.. I don't know.. Horrible." Tahirah was gone, the ordeal too much for her to handle. Tahi had never felt so vulnerable in their life. "We couldn't see him. Monster." As he touched her hand, she hissed and jerked it away (or tried to) out of reflex despite having little strength. After a second, she gave in and fell limp while he treated her wound. "I couldn't help Tahirah. Useless." She closed her eyes, doubting he heard most of what she said because it was so quiet. Her mind was a blur of activity, going over the scene again and again, often focusing on her own corpse.
Bryton Yorkshire nodded, he heard what they were saying to him. "Okay, okay. Listen, you need to sleep. I promise you, you will be safe here," he said. "Sebastian, security upgrades, pronto. And... Sebastian upgrades as well," even in the situation, Sebastian frowned a little. Little bot hated upgrades. Bryton picked the girl up and carried her down to the medlab, telling the nurses to take special care. "If she wakes up, you record what she says. I need to know everything. I can't go in her mind for long periods of time with that... Tahi in there. It's too risky," he said. Sleep well. If she hadn't gone to sleep already, Bryton would ease the girl to sleep and quickly retreat from her mind. "Sebastian. Also add in notes about Tahirah's mental state." With that, Bryton and the robot were off to start some serious stuff.
Demarco smiled from within his building. He silently slid the window open, and his lips just exited the opening, as a thick black smoke expelled from his pursed mouth. It swirled and danced in the wind, and then reformed in front of the window in a fully formed, colored, image of a man. He turned to look at Tahirah, just as she began walking this way. Demarco smiled a toothy grin and silently slid the window closed again. The image of the man walked towards Tahirah, but something was severely off about it. From the tips of his finger, dark, near black liquid dripped onto the concrete, staining it red. When he passed Tahirah, he would give a bit of a grin to her, but the blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, splashing onto his suit and turning his white undershirt a vibrant red.
Tahirah Bayoumi spotted the man, but didn't notice the unusual aspect about him immediately. When a cold feeling crept up into her stomach, she slowed her steps and shivered... and it wasn't from the weather. She felt like she were being watched by someone. When the male passed her and caught her eyes, she had to silence a gasp that came out of her mouth and stumbled back a step. The sand around her hands trickled away in her loss of concentration and she looked down at the ground, following the trail of stained red as far as she could see before it vanished in the thick darkness that seemed to have crept up closer behind her. "Are you alright?" She tried to ask, but couldn't speak English. Egyptian came from her mouth, but she felt instantly that speaking had been a huge mistake. There was something off about this man.. Something that frightened her down to her bones. She took a step away from him.
Demarco was now outside, but he was no where to be seen. The man that Tahirah was interacting with turn towards her, mouth falling open and all the blood spilled out of it. It splashed onto the ground, and his teeth could be seen mixed in with the pool of blood. His mouth was a gory, fleshy cave. No words came from his mouth but just a cracking sound... something akin to a more high-pitched splintering of wood. His hands reached out, in an attempt to grasp Tahirah's shoulders, but he fell forward, and then he passed right through Tahirah's body. When she looked down to see him, she would only find herself standing in a pool of the dark maroon liquid. The street had fallen completely still, even the wind seemed to stop. The street lights dimmed, and it almost seemed like everything was in gray-scale.
Tahirah Bayoumi let out a startled, shocked gasp and stumbled backwards in an attempt to get away from this creature, but instead felt like something had wrenched her soul from her body the moment he lurched forward and fell right through her. She shuddered, and quickly ran to the side, her footsteps leaving a trail of the vile substance she had stood in. Fool! She shook her head with tears in her eyes, now fully aware that she wasn't dreaming, and that the man was.. had been.. real. The voice in her head scoffed and muttered something, but she couldn't make out what it was. Think, Tahirah. Look around. Pay attention, moron. You're being followed. Taking the advice, Tahirah looked around quickly, her eyes studying each window, door, and even searching the shadows and crawling darkness beyond her sight for any signs of where this illusion was coming from. She was smart enough to know that it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her. Someone was out there.
Demarco stood back, hidden by the complete illusion he had created. The darkness settled again. A woman on the street was laughing, though her voice was very high-pitched and seemed inhumanly loud. She could be seen scratching at... a blood mess of a corpse on the ground, ripping handfuls of flesh from the body. She shoved the meat in her mouth and when she cackled, it was like a fire alarm went off right in your ear. Her face was permanently red from the meat, and if Tahirah approached she'd see that the woman's eyes were huge and death-black. If Tahirah looked, she'd see her own face on the corpse, her expression a permanent one of amazement and fear...
Tahirah Bayoumi fell to her knees on the ground, clenching her eyes shut and covering her ears with her shaking hands. Tears freely streamed down her face, the cackling from the mad cannibalistic woman only feet away sending her into further hysterics. She wasn't at the point where she was sobbing, but every so often a little whimper would fall upon the silence to break it. Was she going crazy, imagining the blood and teeth, the gnashing and sickening sounds of flesh being ripped from the corpse and consumed by the monster? Her eyes opened and she risked a glance over. She clamped her hands over her mouth to shut the scream from escaping. It was her! She was dead, being consumed like an all-you-can-eat buffet, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Then she remembered that she was a mutant, she had powers, and she could use them. Lifting her shaking hands, she formed a ball of sand and hurled it hard as she could at the woman.
Demarco. The sand 'hit' the woman, if such an illusion could be hit. The woman, looking down at her stomach which now bled, smiled only bigger. She stood up and grabbed the ankle of the body in front of her and walked away, her laughs echoing around the street. Demarco's voice sounded like a siren from everywhere at once. "Ooooh, we are scared, aren't we? Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha!" his laughed slowly faded away, and from the direction the woman had walked came yet another apparition. Were these spirits? It is certainly possible. It was a man, naked and skinny as if he'd been held in a concentration camp for years. He limped, as it seemed his ankle was broken. He would approach Tahirah, and if he could get close enough, his hand would reach out to touch her. If it happened, she would feel some sort of pain, and it grew very quickly. From that spot, blood would begin to seep out of her pores, and the pain would be excruciating.
Tahirah Bayoumi slipped where she stood, unaware that she had moved back into the puddle of blood. She spoke in response, hoping that he would just leave her alone. "What do you want?!" Her voice flew around her instantly, swarming her senses until she was too dizzy and dazed from the eerie waver of her voice echoing unnaturally. It wasn't until the thin man reached her and touched her that she snapped back to reality. The pain erupted in the spot he touched, blood dripping quickly from her skin. She jerked back.. finally, a piercing scream from the pain and terror ripping from her throat. It no doubt filled every corner of the street, and probably even reached the Academy it was so loud. It only lasted a short while, five seconds at the most, but it was enough to open herself from attack as she cradled the hand the man had touched, trying desperately to stop the bleeding and wake from this nightmare.
Demarco smiled, and as he had been following her the entire time, she would feel her lungs nearly collapse as he sucked in, and the rainbow colored smoke poured from her very soud and into his. When she ended the scream, she would find herself so very weak, she might just fall and collapse there. Slowly, the street returned to itself, and all seemed the same as when she had first come out here... she was... well, she was completely alone.
Tahirah Bayoumi clutched at her chest, trying to get her breath back. Nothing on the planet could have prepared her for that, and as she sat there on her knees with her forehead against the ground the woman felt so incredibly weak that she doubted she could even stand if she tried. Somehow, she pushed herself up and crawled over to the light post, using it to hoist herself up. She wasn't too far from the Academy. She could make it. She had to make it, had to tell Bryton what had happened. There was a monster near the school, possibly even someone from the school. It took almost ten minutes, but she made it to the front doors and pushed herself inside, collapsing on the floor as snow flew in behind her, and sand poured from her pores except the ones that were bleeding. "H.. help.." She croaked, trying to get up even as she fought to stay conscious.
Bryton Yorkshire was in his office, totally tuning everything out, until something approached, and something in his gut wretched. He gasped, and his eyes bolted to the door. He stood up and ran, bursting through the two doors into the hallway. There, yet another student laid on the ground, trembling in fear. Mind flooded open, and he searched the area... but all he could pick up on was the normal. Nothing was out of the ordinary at all. He dropped to his knees and slid the last few millimeters to Tahirah, and hoisted her up into his arms. "Tahirah, Tahirah... please," he said, shaking her. She wasn't dead, or close, but she was definitely some sort of freaked out. He burst into her mind, and watched the whole thing happen. "Oh... my God," he muttered. That even scared him... "It's okay, Tahirah. It's okay," he said, pulling her head into his stomach and trying his best to calm her down. Eyes glanced at the blood, and Sebastian came through the door, rolling ever so slowly as usual. "Sebastian, medical procedure number 87," he said. Sebastian's stomach fell open, and the bot reached in and grabbed antiseptic and some gauge pad. Bryton shut off her powers mentally for now, to keep her from further exhausting her energy reserves. "Seb, post a warning on the school site. And work on a flyer to post around the school. Something serious is going down," he said. Sebastian gave Bryton the supplies, and Bryton wrapped her wound in the gauge after covering it in the antiseptic. "Get a doctor here soon, too," he said.
Tahirah Bayoumi looked up at him through blurred vision. She was in too much pain to really understand what was going on. Everything was fuzzy, his voice slurred in her ears; she didn't even see Sebastian. "Something.. someone.. I don't know.. Horrible." Tahirah was gone, the ordeal too much for her to handle. Tahi had never felt so vulnerable in their life. "We couldn't see him. Monster." As he touched her hand, she hissed and jerked it away (or tried to) out of reflex despite having little strength. After a second, she gave in and fell limp while he treated her wound. "I couldn't help Tahirah. Useless." She closed her eyes, doubting he heard most of what she said because it was so quiet. Her mind was a blur of activity, going over the scene again and again, often focusing on her own corpse.
Bryton Yorkshire nodded, he heard what they were saying to him. "Okay, okay. Listen, you need to sleep. I promise you, you will be safe here," he said. "Sebastian, security upgrades, pronto. And... Sebastian upgrades as well," even in the situation, Sebastian frowned a little. Little bot hated upgrades. Bryton picked the girl up and carried her down to the medlab, telling the nurses to take special care. "If she wakes up, you record what she says. I need to know everything. I can't go in her mind for long periods of time with that... Tahi in there. It's too risky," he said. Sleep well. If she hadn't gone to sleep already, Bryton would ease the girl to sleep and quickly retreat from her mind. "Sebastian. Also add in notes about Tahirah's mental state." With that, Bryton and the robot were off to start some serious stuff.