Chapter Two: Blood, Blood, Everywhere
Note: I need more reviews.. I feel so alone out here.. But, to all those who are still with me.. Thankies! I know the chapters are a bit short, but please please please bear with me. I'll try to lengthen them as I go. [ Oh, and I STILL don't own RE. ¬¬;
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"N-no! Please don't ki-GAACK!"
Along with the pleas of the desperate man, a loud crack and the ripping sound of muscle and tendon resonated through the corridor where Subject T stood. In one clawed hand he clutched the legs and lower body of a scientist; in the other, the upper body. The only odd thing about this little situation was that the two halves were not attached. Blood pooled on the floor, small chunks of intestine and bone dropping heavily into it, looking like some cannibal's wet dream. Subject T growled hungrily and bent forward, his eely and grotesquely long tongue dropping from his mouth and stretching itself to the floor, dragging through the sticky mess.
When he had become satisfied, he pulled his tongue back into his mouth, and simply dropped the convulsing corpse into the still growing puddle of crimson. Licking his lips, still hungry, Subject T lifted his head, craning his neck from left to right in order to locate another victim. His nostrils flared a bit, picking up an oddly familiar scent..
Those bloodshot eyes widened in a humanesque fashion as he threw his head back, a loud and agonizingly high pitched screech erupting from his throat. This was the same putrid stench that had filled his nostrils when they did THIS to him.. Growling lowly, he clenched his jaw, not caring about the fact that both rows of sharp teeth were digging into what was left of his scarred lower lip. His nostrils flared again, and he blinked, another, even more familiar scent permeating through the whole laboratory. This smell he could easily identify: this was the scent of fresh death...
He slid that dripping, bloodstained, and veiny tongue over his chin, cleaning off the rest of his meal as he began a slow, heavy walk down the long corridor. From the darkened end of that hallway, a faint shuffling could be heard, accompanied by a monotonous and dry groan. Stopping a few feet from that shadowed area, Subject T tilted his head in a beagle-esque manner, a low growl rumbling in his throat. When his growl of warning was replied to by a louder, even closer moan, he swung one broad arm at the shadows, and was rewarded by an abrupt splatter of blood across the off-white wall.
A woman stumbled into the light, her once bright blue-green eyes now coated by a thin white film. Her skin was a deathly pale, and her left cheek lay against her left shoulder as if she could not muster the strength to lift it. Her shoulder length blonde hair was stained with still drying blood, and it matted to her skin and clothing, glinting a bit under the light. The front of her formerly white blouse was sliced open, along with the torso beneath, blood dripping and running over her stomach and legs. Yet she seemed oblivious to this injury, stumbling forward drunkenly with arms outstretched; groping fingers hooked like claws.
Confused, Subject T stepped back, growling, flexing his claws at his sides as the woman uttered a dry, hungry hiss, baring her yellowed teeth. She lunged for him, teeth gnashing and drool streaming from her cracked lips in thick, bloody bands. Jumping backwards just in time to watch the woman land flat on her face, Subject T growled menacingly, baring his own set of wickedly curved teeth. Moaning in frustration, the woman managed to push herself to her feet, still dribbling blood all over the place. Shuffling to attack him again, she groaned desperately, her mouth opening wide. Becoming quite irritated with this loud female that reeked of death, Subject T again swiped a set of wickedly curved claws at the woman, cutting off her hungry groan when they sliced right through her throat. Another brilliant spray of blood made dark patterns upon the wall and floor, and the woman's body stopped dead.
Trembled for a moment.
Then the head just fell backwards onto the cold cement floor, followed by a faint gurgling sound and a gush of blood. The body stood erect for a moment or two, then gave in to gravity and toppled backwards with a dull thud onto the head and a light splash into the ever growing pool of crimson.
Staring down at the foul smelling corpse, Subject T hissed, baring his teeth once more. This was FAR from a decent meal.. Why, it was already rotting! He lifted one clawed foot and brought it down hard on the chest of the headless body, listening intently as the bones snapped and sliced through still warm organs. Blood dribbled out of the neck; the entire hallway now nearly drenched in the sticky maroon liquid. Grinding his foot in a few times to hear the squishing and gnashing, he growled in satisfaction, then lifted his foot, shaking some of the blood off.
Stepping over the gurgling remains, Subject T turned a corner, sniffing at the air a few times more. He blinked, then growled throatily, narrowing those pupilless black eyes. He was very confused, and being confused made him angry.
Very angry.
Where had the smell of fresh meat gone?! It had been here not an hour ago, but now it was no longer, replaced by a rapidly intensifying stench. This bloodcurdling odor of rotting flesh, combined with the scent of blood made whatever part of him that was even slightly human shiver in disgust, and he gnashed his teeth, foaming at the corners of his mouth. Her threw back his head and screeched, an agonized wail that could burst one's eardrums, swiping furiously at nothingness with his claws.
In the background of his cry, a faint moan became audible, and Subject T stopped short, his eyes wide with rage. He most certainly did not want to have to deal with any more of those foul smelling things...
Suddenly, an image filled his mind: that slender, well shaped figure. The amber haired, blue eyed female. His mate. The one he wanted. she had been here; might still be here. All other thoughts and worries were lost as he sniffed frantically, craning his neck this way and that in order to find her scent. After a few moments, his eyes grew wide, almost glowing with the eagerness and earnest of a child on Christmas Eve. He had found it.
A crooked grin spread across his skinless face, exposed muscle tissue glistening wetly under the fluorescent light. Turning in the opposite direction, her let those glossy eyes land upon a staircase. He lumbered towards it, licking his lips in anticipation, claws digging into the cement with each heavy step. Stopping at the foot of the stairs, he sniffed again, and let another wicked-looking grin break over his ghastly features. He would have his mate very soon...
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Oooh... Scary. But is Lara infected? Is she dead? Will Subject T roam free?! O.o!
:: Holds notebook that chapter three is written in above candle. :: I need reviews.. o.o;
Or else.