Start spreading rumors that I'm Richtofen's daughter. Do it, I dare you. XD So far two people agree, if I manage internet fame for being psycho that'd be amazing. Anyway, fans of this fic should go on their xbox's and change their clan tags to RiDe, I did. No one knows why XD and every time someone asks what it means I don't answer. Or reply butt secks.
Optic trailed upstairs, slowly limping and masking her pain. Babydoll stood at the top of the stairs, a worried expression on her face. "Morning sunshine." Optic smiled weakly and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to support her own weight. "Why were you downstairs? ….what happened to you?" Optic shook her head and grimaced. "I really don't know, I blacked out. Maybe I fell and hit my head or something." Helping her friend back to the power room Optic sat heavily, looking confused at Richtofen as he stared at her. Babydoll kicked the mystery box and handed Optic the Winter's Howl that popped out. "Here, you don't look good, in the least this will help if we get attacked and you can't run around." The men stared at the gun speechless, the hell was it? Richtofen's faced flushed red in anger and jealousy, why did sheget that gun? Shaking his head he stalked out angrily as Optic rolled her eyes. Takeo stood and suddenly left the room, much to the confusion of everyone. Awkwardly they sat in silence, Optic stifling a yawn and rubbing her eyes as the pain that wracked her body dulled into slow throbs. Opening her eyes she twitched and looked up at Takeo, who held out two things. Two important things that she never would have guessed that he would have gone out of his way to get for her. Juggernog and Speed cola. Surprised she thanked him and downed both sodas, flinching as it churned in her stomach before settling. She flushed as heat filled her body, the pain ebbed away quickly and she stood. She was wide awake and ready to go. Takeo touched her elbow silently, and she provided him with the small smile he needed to be reassured she was okay. "Where do we go from here?" Normally Optic would jump to that answer, but something had gone horribly awry. "I don't want to be stuck here for a long time, this place sucks." Babydoll nodded in agreement and walked out of the room, followed by Optic. They were all awaiting the foreboding sounds of demonic groaning and boards being ripped from their place, but silence is the only response they received. Suspiciously Optic went downstairs, passing Richtofen who glanced at her with mild interest, and stalked to the opposite side of the building. Climbing the stairs the two girls looked around, and turned to raise an eyebrow at Tank and Takeo who stood behind them. "Err" Tank grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. "Just in case." Babydoll giggled and Optic rolled her eyes, walking around and picking up a discarded map. The map was dirty, held no names for the rooms, and was blood stained. It merely showed where the zapper traps were and where the perk machines were. "Verdammt." Optic hissed.
Folding up the map she tucked it in her pants pocket and stalked off, into what appeared to be a severely destroyed room that almost resembled a kitchen. Peeking into the boarded window her gaze swept across the room. "There's something very wrong here." Optic pried at the boards covering the window, Tank began grinding his teeth in annoyance. "Why the FUCK are you taking the boards OFF the window?" Optic stared blankly at the man. "To get inside." Tank deadpanned, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. Takeo walked forward and helped the small girl, who was obviously having trouble with the task. "Tak!" Takeo glared at Tank and shook his head. "No honor Dempsey, there is something more here than an empty room." Sighing Tank shook his head as Takeo helped Optic climb into the room. Winter's Howl tucked into her pants she looked around and walked forward, the sunlight filtering through the broken window and bathing her in warmth. A small hiss sounded in her ear and whispers swirled around her. Her gaze clouded over as yellow eyes gazed at her silently from a dark corner. A corner that seemed to absorb and nullify all light. Frowning she approached the area cautiously, and screamed. The half rotted corpse of a young man lay in the corner, the lower half of his body ripped to shreds. The smell was putrid, and gagged her as she stumbled back. "What's wrong?" Optic looked at the window; Babydoll's concerned face peering at her. "Nothing, just a dead body." She never noticed the yellow eyes slowly turn to her, she only felt the cold hand on her ankle and the stench became worse. Looking down the sinister yellow eyes glared up at her, mouth pouring black clumped blood. Screaming loudly Optic wrenched her leg away, shooting the zombie who screamed out and turned into a large ice cube. Pausing for a moment to catch her breath she screamed as arms wrapped around her and yanked her, thrashing in panic as she was pulled through the window. Trembling she looked up into the face of Takeo, who's gaze held concern as he set the tiny girl on her feet.
Brushing herself off she sucked in a deep breath and pretended nothing had happened, a flush staining her cheeks. Tank grinned, parting his lips to retort but was quickly stopped by a swift kick to the knee courtesy of Babydoll. Cursing quietly he nursed his newly forming bruise as the others left, Optic still leading the way as her suspicions rose. Babydoll shuddered as an eerie quiet fell over the old asylum. They paused, standing before the stairs and glancing at each other. "It's too quiet." Tank grumbled. Suddenly, an ear piercing scream rang out as though right behind them. Jumping and yelping Optic covered her ears, tears rising in her eyes. Babydoll gasped and hugged Optic close, eyes shut tightly until the screaming stopped. Optic shuddered and slid to the ground, eyes searching blindly around her for the source of the scream. "What the fuck?" Takeo seemed alarmed and shook his head, walking down the stairs as Optic scrambled up. "I know where we need to go." The group of four ran (well limped due to Optic's mysterious injuries) to the power room, where Nikolai was singing loudly and Richtofen seemed rather irritated. "Make him shut up!" He snapped as Optic breezed by him. Babydoll ran with her down the stairs, quietly giggling as the off tune gurgle emitted from the Russian's throat. Babydoll and Optic ripped at the boards blocking the basement from them, and Richtofen glanced down the stairs curiously. "Trying to play vith mein children? How delightful!" He giggled and clapped his hands a few times, and the girls tried their best to ignore his implications of being amused by thoughts of their deaths. The men joined the young women in their efforts, confused but mindful of the determined looks on their faces. "This is a way out." Optic was confident she was right, even as she had to be helped through by Richtofen, who insisted on gripping her ankle which caused her vision to blur from pain. He grinned and she stared at him confused for a few moments, and paled seeing his grin melt into a look of fury. Quickly backing away from the window and averting her gaze she waited for the others to slip through the window and follow her into the basement. The basement was dark, lit by half broken and burned out bulbs which hung dangerously from the ceiling. There was a door at the end of the hallway, that opened into a deep tunnel nearly pitch black. "We'll have to feel our way along, if zombies come we'll be able to see their eyes."
Nervously Optic held her breath for a moment, which in that time provided Babydoll all the confidence she needed to see her friend's slight distress for the dark and take charge. She moved in front and started walking, clutching Optic's hand which was shaking. She felt along the wall and moved cautiously down the tunnel, flinching at the movement that flittered across her fingertips which meant bugs. Small squeaks sounded as rats danced about their feet, and winced as a crunch and a drunken laugh from Nikolai signaled the early demise of one of the rodents. Several times there were curses and yelps as they all crashed into one another and a minor fight broke out between Tank and Optic about wandering hands and mistaken identity. Tensions rose as the darkness seemed to go on forever, headaches pounding in weary skulls. Finally Babydoll sighed happily and opened a door, weak light filtering into the dark tunnel. Entering the small room all of them looked at the dusty seemingly broken teleporter. "Really? Even here?" Optic walked toward it and ran a finger down its dusty frame. "Wow it's really old." Walking forward Richtofen brushed by her, enticing a hiss as he pushed his elbow into her side. She held her stomach with a glare, a smirk bearing down on her small frame as his eyes traveled down toward her stomach. Warmth spread on her fingers and she looked down to see a wide red stain, barely visible in the dim light. She looked at him with suspicion, angrily questioning him with a harsh gaze. He merely smirked and turned away, fiddling with the wires. Leaning against the wall Optic took in slow deep breaths, trying to stop the bleeding of the large slice on her stomach. Suddenly, the lights went out. Everyone froze, paranoia sinking in. It was quiet, the only sound in the room the heavy breathing and nearly audible blood rushing in everyone's ears. Gripping their guns nervously they shuffled closer together, the girls to make sure no one accidentally got shot and the men specifically to make sure the girls were behind them should something happen. The lights flickered back on and the tension drained from the party, Richtofen giggled quietly and fiddled with a few buttons, then motioned everyone over. Blue lightening rained down upon them once again, a now familiar but still nauseating event. Something went wrong; Optic closed her eyes and reached forward, grabbing someone's hand. A small shudder ran through her as she opened her eyes, and looked up at Nikolai. They stared at each other for a moment, Nikolai tugging her closer to him as he looked around. The large man loomed over her and fixed his gaze at something, Optic frozen to the spot and unable to see what it was. He swayed slightly in his drunken stupor and frowned, Optic turning to see the doctor grinning like a madman and staring at the two. Takeo, Tank, and Babydoll were nowhere in sight. They were stuck, without the three others that belonged in their group, on the declared American side of Verruckt. They hadn't moved but a few yards. "Vell, it seem as zhough ve haff not moved."
"Where are the others?" Optic walked up to the closed powered door and peered through, not seeing any signs of the others. "Zere vasn't enough power to transfer all of us. Zey are gone, ve remain." Punching the door angrily Optic sighed, and glanced at Nikolai who swayed silently watching the two. The area was silent, no moans or groans from the undead. In the very least, they had peace. "Let's get some rest" Optic sighed and kicked open the door with the BAR in it, crouching near the corner and hugging herself. The night passed uneventfully, Optic waking to the sight of a snoring Nikolai, clutching his bottle of vodka. Standing and stumbling out she squinted against the bright sunlight and looked around. Richtofen was no where to be seen, but a fresh trail of blood led across the other side of the building where the powered door had been open. Walking through she followed the trail and looked at the dentist's chair, seeing the freshly dead corpse of a lone zombie, its mouth open and blood pouring from its rotted flesh. Walking forward she bent over the body to get a closer look, and felt a blade hit the back of her neck. A warm trickle of blood fell across her skin as the blade pushed into her skin a bit, and the ragged breath of the crazy doctor fell across her flesh. "Why are you so obsessed with me?" "Don't flatter durself." Jaw clenched she knocked back into him, the blade slid across her neck and a small stream dripped past her collarbone, she struggled with the crazed grinning man for the knife, and looked above his head. Frowning the doctor's eyes widened as he was lifted from the ground. "Hey, now now crazy doctor leave little girl alone." Nikolai growled. "I vas just playing!" A loud thud attracted Optic's gaze to Richtofen, still in Nikolai's grasp and thrown against a wall. "Stop playing with the little girl. Find a way out of here." Optic sighed and walked away, a smile sent to Nikolai's direction as he proceeded to threaten the Nazi. She crawled onto a window sill and looked out the window as darkness settled in, and rain began to drizzle from the sky. The rain seemed to wash away the tension as Nikolai's drunken off-tune singing rang out in the distance and Richtofen was nowhere to be seen. Closing her eyes Optic envisioned Babydoll and wondered if she was experiencing the same weather where she was. Waves of agony began to descend over her, wracking her body in a deep throbbing pain that gripped her like a vice and squeezed her until she couldn't breathe. Clutching her chest sobs wracked her tiny frame as her vision blurred from the combined emotional pain of a nervous breakdown and the physical pain of her stitches searing and melting together. A loud sob ripped through her throat as she suddenly was yanked back by her hair, clenching her jaw as her body was roughly pulled and made contact with the hard floor. A weak whimper escaped from her as she looked into clear green eyes. Miserably she closed her eyes as her head made sharp contact with the cold ground. Shuddering tears slipped down her face and she felt something warm. Opening her eyes a bit Richtofen grinned above her, licking away at her tears and giggling softly. With a small glare she struggled against him, but he pinned her easily and ripped her shirt up, grinning at her sewn pale skin. She was beginning to develop an infection, and he licked his lips. "Infection." Fear flashed in her eyes and he giggled, opening a first aid kit next to him and removing a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Half the bottle poured over her in a stream and her agonizing screams tore through the quiet building. The weight atop her was violently removed as her vision went white and her body spasmed. Russian and German screaming muffled in her head as she felt herself rising. Bile rose in her throat as she threw up violently, unable to release the choked sobs caught in her throat.
Catching Nikolai's gaze she tried to cover her trembling form as his gaze traveled down to her stomach, the ugly slice deep and long against her pale skin. Quietly they looked away from each other, Richtofen's giggling rang out and grew louder and louder. Optic slumped against the wall and the sound of pained groans and echoing laughter rang out as Nikolai spent the rest of the night beating the hell out of the sick Nazi.
RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE I HATE THIS CHAPTER IT'S SHIT I HATE IT I HATE IT! Not enough gore, but this stupid damn chapter has vital plot importance. GORE I NEED GORE the next chapter will have gallons of blood and intense screams of pain IF IT KILLS ME.
Update: I had another breakdown today. No known reason why but I broke down into tears FML FML FML FML FML RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE
