A/N: I tried to make Eric a bit more 'insane' |D Anyway, I hope I've got the Survivors in character, prolly not though, since it is Eric...
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead, nor anything to do with it other than my own imagination. Left 4 Dead is owned by VALVE, while my characters are owned by me.
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Chapter Three
Turn The Other Cheek
Subway Safe Room
Fairfield, West Virgina
The human's stayed in there for a really long while. I was getting bored, waiting for them to hurry up and leave. I had to wait for them to leave before I could. They had shut the door behind them when they came in and there was this strange thing keeping the other door shut, not like I could open it anyways. I growled at the survivors and sent them an impatiant little 'chirp' in their direction. They stared at me like I had three heads and went back to conversing, so I huffed and sat as far away from them I could, facing the corner and puffing my cheeks out. The girl must've thought this funny and made some sort of high-pitched laugh-noise thing that hurt my ears. Ow.
I decided to keep myself busy and thought about my situation. I was trapped in a stone prison with no way out, obviously, with no weapons or way to defend myself since the stupid common's (I thought it was a suitable name, since there were more of them than anything else in this weird place) couldn't get through either doors. The survivors had barred the door behind them and there was this big hole on ther other side. I couldn't strangle them, obviously...
Oh, how wonderful would their screams be, mingled with my 'minions' and my own, barely passing by the blood surfacing from their throats? I grinned and nearly cackled at the thought, but I kept quiet. Wouldn't want them knowing, oh no... These were smart ones, they were... I bet they could read minds... I turned to look at them, but they we still huddled together, none of their faces able to be seen.
I shook my head and turned away. Humans couldn't do that, they were far too underdeveloped, I was just being paranoid. I shook my head again, feeling slightly lightheaded. Those drugs must be wearing off.
I heard a cough from behind me and turned to look at the survivors, who had finally come out of their huddle. I stared at the girl with wide crimson eyes as she walked over and squatted in front of me. She looked back at the others, as if looking for something, but the others just nodded and made encouraging sounds and gestures. I smelled something... interesting on her, and leaned in for a better wiff. I took a long drag and recognized that it wasn't an actual smell, per se, but a feeling. I can smell how they are feeling now? Like a dog? That's how far low they've gone to make me feel insignificant? I shook my head to try and gain my focus back.
The woman spoke, saying something I couldn't quite understand, so I took another sniff of her and tried to understand what the smells were. I could easilly taste something bitter, it was probably fear, it was obvious they feared me. There was some sort of soothing smell, and I realized she was reaching for my arm. I don't know why she would. I let her anyway, and she tried to pull me up, but I was obviously too heavy. Just because I'm insane in the membrane doesn't mean I'm light as a feather! I grinned at the thought and stood up for her, this time with minimal wobbling. At least something came out of this sickness.
The girl started pulling me towards the other men, and when I realized this, I dug my heels into the concrete to stop her. I only felt pieces of skin start rubbing off my heel, but it didn't really hurt. She started tugging more, and made soothing noises, but I wouldn't have any of it. I hissed and tried to nip at her fingers, and she let go and I was able to scurry off back to my corner and sit again, this time keeping my eyes on them.
The muscle guy through his hands up in the air and said something that sounded offencive, and the old man looked like he was trying to calm him down. My gaze watched over all of them, when it lingered over the colored man. I suddenly wondered if, since he looked like the treat, if he tasted like one. I looked around them to see that their weapons were somewhat away from reach, and they were a little cought up in arguring with eachother to notice anything I would be doing. I got up, trying to be as sneaky as possible, and silently shuffled over to where the colored man was standing, just enough away from the others for them to not notice me. He did though, and looked at me with wide eyes as I sniffed him. I was too far away though (but 5 to 6 feet is my minimal 'safe distance' with the brutes), so I scooted a little closer. He didn't smell sweet, like the other's had said, but he did smell good. I won't bite him, though, not with the other's around and his gun within grabbing distance.
The three that were talking seemed to have reached some kind of arrangement, and the girl began digging through the boxes that I hadn't noticed before. My mind really had slipped. Or was that the 'sickness' or whatever? Anyway, I saw her start walking towards be with a black strap-thing that reminded me of the harness around my jacket. Just seeing the stupid thing made me start freaking out, backing up against the wall and breathing hard in panic. I looked around, as if I could find something to kick at her or to somehow help me get away, but there wasn't anything. I had the briefest thought to scream, but again, all of the ways in were closed and blockaded. She's just like the doctors! I thought briefly, All of them are! They want to tie me up, and put me away! I won't let them!
Alas, before I could do anything, she had wrapped the long thing around my eyes. What the hell? I turned my head to look around, but I couldn't see anything. What the hell! That little bitch! I snapped in the direction where I saw her last, but I bit down on the same exact substance covering my mouth, too. I couldn't scream, I couldn't see, oh God, it was dark! Forget the doors, get me out of here! I tried screaming against the belt, but my mouth wouldn't fit around the belt, and it was muffled. I felt arms and hands start touching me, dragging me, leading me to somewhere, I felt my feet shamble along with them against my better judgement, they were locking me away! I opened my mouth wider to scream, but still not enough. I opened them wider and wider, I heard something tear and pain engulf my cheeks, lips, nose, everything but it still wasn't enough. I forced my mouth even wider, and finally my mouth was wide enough to fit around the wrap and I screamed, but it wasn't an ordinary scream like before. This scream was louder, and more... powerful. It was a howl so loud, it woke the dead from all around. I heard the survivors, they sounded frantic, and there were answering howls from all around, it only made me scream louder. Help! I screamed, Don't let them put me away!
It was like I had escaped from that evil place all over again, but, then, I wasn't able to completely relish the magnitude of my call. Now, it was different, it wasn't survivors that were trying to get to me, it was those nasty demons. They were back, they were locking me up in the dark again, those evil demons in white clothing! Only screaming would attract the angels, oh God, it was still dark, but I could hear them comming, those angels, they're coming back. Just a little longer, I told myself. I could hear the banging on the walls, the doors, I would hear their stoping feet, their wonderful screeching, howling, screaming, they came back! But I could feel my chest., my heart, lungs, they all hurt, and so did my face, oh gosh the dark, why won't it go away? I would hear blasts, like thunder, and the screaming from my angels, oh those dreadful doctors, the demons, they were pushing my wonderful angels back, but I couldn't move, I could only scream.
I was running out of air, and my face hurt, and my angels were being killed. It was a loosing battle against the demons. I collapsed on the ground, it was so cold, I was so cold. I finally stopped screaming and moaned. Oh, my face hurt, especially my lips and my cheeks and oh, God, my jaw. When all of my angels had been delt with, I felt more hands touching me and the darkness was gone, I was suddenly more aware, more sensable, more sane. Well, as sane as I could be. I looked at the floor, and saw this black liquid dripping to the floor. I followed the trail and found that it was coming from me, from my mouth. I tried to look at where it came from, but the trail dissapeared under my nose, under the black strap that was still around my mouth, and suddenly the pain hit me again. I howled, this time in agony, around the belt, and quicker than I could realize I was doing it, I was on the other side of the room, banging my head against the wall, crying and howling and sobbing at the pure pain of it all. I felt the hads of the survivors on me again, but before they could drag me away from my wall, I had knocked myself out from all of the pain.
A/N: For some reason, I like the scenes with the darkness. They make me happy. And I think that all the Special infected have more than just their assigned noises (Like Hunter's yelp, Spitters hiss, yatta yatta) so I gave Eric a throaty little 'chirp'. Anywho, this is a really long short-chapter. Review so I can know how good I'm doing, yes?
