Tis the season for scene changes, apparently. Oh, one thing to add to my Disclaimer; Aira and Mordreth are mine! MINE! Not yours! *twitch*
Shadow; ...don't ask. Let's just say... you know what? Just don't ask.
Amy; *whispering*He's had strep throat for like, forever, and he just got rid of it today. He's annoyed about how long it took him to write this because of the strep throat-ness.
Recap; "Wh-why do you feel the need to tell me?" Kiransighed again.
"Well, your house… besides, I feel like I can trust you." He smiled at Vanilla kindly, causing her to blush once again. He suddenly turned around, jogging away. "You'd best get to your friend's house as fast as you can." Vanilla looked down at Cream affectionately. "I guess we're going to be staying with your friends for a day or two, Cream…"
Her eyes flashed open. Darkness. Darkness is all that surrounded her. She felt a chill down her spine. She had never feared darkness, so why now? With a quiet groan, she sat up in her uncomfortable bed. Wait… this wasn't her bed. Where was she? Everything felt fuzzy. She went to put a hand on her head, but stopped as she felt a painful tug in her arm. Slowly lowering her arm, she used her other hand to feel around the tug. It was some sort tube sticking out of her arm. Her eyes, which had adjusted to the darkness at a speed only hers could, scanned the room. When she noticed the IV stand to the left of her bed, it sunk in where she was. Ugh… a hospital…? What happened to me?
A floodgate opened. Blood. Fire. Pain. Everything rushed back to Rouge the bat in less than a second. She quickly curled up into a ball to try to contain her quivering. Her shaking hand began to cup over her mouth to keep her from whimpering. It was still playing before her eyes. Her body seized up. A deep, quiet chuckle echoed through her mind.
"We're going to have some fun, you and I…" She had known then that she wasn't a woman to him. She wasn't even a person to him. That kind of statement had all kinds of horrible meanings when a man said that to a helpless woman, but that was not a man talking to a helpless woman. It was all in his voice, his tone, his presence... Simply a man with a game to play. Rouge was… Rouge was just another pawn on a chessboard. He had even told her so, as he tore her wing to shreds.
"I hope you don't take this personally… I may take pleasure in tearing you apart, but I have no grudge against you. You're just a pawn. It's not your fault that this is being done to you. If you wish to be angry, be angry at the King on your side of the board. Of course, I don't mind you holding this against me." After that, he just smiled and gripped her chin, forcing him to look at her. "Tell your friends to hold a grudge."
A grudge. She slowly crawled to the end of her hospital cot. Reaching down, she took her medical record off of the hook it hung from. Hesitantly, she looked through it.
Rouge the Bat
Patient has suffered multiple lacerations, incisions and burns across her body. Morphine until initial dressing of wounds has been complete, to keep unconscious. Start antibiotics immediately afterward with Carisoprodol and Hydromorphone. Injuries include;
Grade 1-2 burns covering entire body, lacerations/incisions on back, chest, abdomen and legs, puncture wounds on arms and wings (bone permeation) broken #2-4 ribs, spiral fracture of the right Ulna, punctured scapulas, crushed Phalanges of the right index and ring fingers, torn wing membrane, "skinned" left wing, infection, incisions to face, Retinal scarring of the left eye, laceration/incision damage to Cranium and Mandible, tear damage to right ear tissue, cauterization of infected areas...
The list went on ever further, with no visible end. She was missing a section of her face as well and… well, in the condition her internal organs were, it's a miracle she hadn't been killed. They had even put her on hydromorphone, and although that was one of the most potent painkillers usable to the medical world, it was also a powerful opiate, and she could get addicted to it. Obviously they hadn't thought she would be able to make it.
Regardless, she was so pumped up with hydromorphonethat she couldn't feel the bloody, broken mass of unrelenting agony that was her body screaming to lie down again. He knee slipped weakly, and she ended up sprawled on the floor with her right hand held up in the air by the IV cord still attached to it. Rouge slowly lifted her head, finally realizing the massiveamount of strain required to move even that far. Her whole body shook, equally from the cold floor, her weak condition, and her fear.
As she had read every injury, she had remembered exactly how he had inflicted them upon her. Now she remembered why the darkness scared her. "Rouge… are you afraid of the dark?" His cackles echoed through her mind. She was now… Rouge closed her eyes tightly, trying not to look at the shadows in the room. They all seemed to be glaring back at her. Glaring back at her with wicked, wicked ice-blue eyes.
The clipboard was still in her left hand. She finally let it go, her hand shakily drifting to the left side of her face instead. Since the closest thing to clothing she had was a cheap hospital nightgown, Rouge found her sense of touch unhindered by her gloves as her hand caressed the bone of her face. It was hard and rough, and she felt no pain when she touched it.
Things began to finally come into focus through the cloud her painkillers had inflicted upon her mind. Her right forearm was in a cast. She was covered in bandages. Her left wing had not yet been removed, but was still nothing but bone and ligament. She had a patch over her left eye. And one man… Mor'gul… had done this to her.
Rouge's head rested on the cold linoleum floor, and a few tears slid down her face. I'll kill him… her head began to shake as she clenched her jaw and eyes closed tightly. I'll kill him. Her eyes opened once more, and she began to draw ragged breaths from her mouth. I'll kill him! Her head continued to shake, and her hands clenched until her palms were bleeding and her knuckles were white. She screamed inside her mind. I'll kill him! She opened her mouth, and screamed to the world. I'LL KILL HIM!
The rain poured down around the men as they crouched in the grass. There were four of them, though you couldn't tell from their expertly handcrafted gilly suits. A small number, but this not a job for a full-scale military invasion. The four of them were navy SEALS, some of the deadliest commandos the humans had ever produced. This was an infiltration. One of them turned to the others.
"Alright." He whispered. "We are to find and capture or kill the VIP. This job comes directly from the white house. We enter through the foundation of the building. Intel suggests that we can come up right in the entry lobby to his bedroom." He passed around a few papers, laminated against the rain. They were like blueprints, but they were multilayered and showed where certain rooms on different floors overlapped. Holding his copy up, he drew the attention of his team.
"We enter the foundation through here-" He gestured towards a small X on his copy, right on the edge of the building. "After that, we follow the tunnel that Knuckles echidnadug before to here." He gestured once again, this time at a larger X near the right-hand wall of the building. "Here we can dig straight up, right into the bastard's den. We're out before any sort of an alarm can be sound. Everyone, safeties off." The multiple clicks of their respective guns echoed quietly. "We don't know what he might have in there for security, but it sure as hell ain't gonna be human."
The figure turned around, and the four of them stealthily made their way through the grass. Mor'gul's castle loomed over them. As they made their way through the tunnels below it, there was absolute silence.
Jair sat next to his lord on his right side. Aira sat on Mor'gul's left. The wolf was clad in black armor, as if to match his insides. The three of them sat at a single, simple wooden table, looking at a large map of the coast with the help of a single bright candle. Mor'gul's ever-present smile was highlighted by the dim lighting; the shadows fitting him like a robe and emphasizing his angular features and feral air. His deep voice echoed off of the stone walls as he spoke.
"The coast… obviously our first area of interest. I wish to have at least one coastal city before the King of Death's mainforces arrive. It is certainly do-able, even with just the inhabitants of this room." He waved his hand around the room nonchalantly, quite a few figures bordering the room just out of candlelight. "Then again, a few of you could do it on your own." He chuckled. "I see no need to plan an attack, simply choose a city. Now-" He stopped, ears twitching. Aira looked at him curiously.
"My lord?" Jair repeated her statement after a few more moments of silence. Finally, Mor'gul chuckled.
"Ah, yes… Aira, Jair, would you mind joining the others?" They looked at him curiously, but slowly stood up and walked around, standing just barely within the range of the candlelight. There they stood, for more than ten minutes, Mor'gul just glaring at the floor. Aira rolled her eyes.
Insane fool…They stayed like this for fifteen minutes more, and every time they tried to move back towards him, he would hold up his hand. Jair was the obedient kind, but Aira was not. "Look wolf, this is p-" Suddenly, one of the stone tiles right in front of her exploded outwards, sending dust and stone shrapnel everywhere. She fell back, a splintered stone shard embedded in one shoulder. A heavily camouflaged man popped out of the hole, M-16 loaded and pointed dead-center at Mor'gul's skull. A shot echoed, and the bullet dug into the wall. The man looked on in surprise.
Th-that was a headshot. Mor'gul's head was tilted ever so slightly to the side, a smile on his face.
"Oh… you missed. Want to try again?"The man disbelievingly began to fire rapidly, emptying his clip. Every shot went in a straight line, but still managed to miss. Mor'gul cracked his neck. "Pity. Guns are so slow." Finally standing up, he spread his arms and smiled. "I guess you're here to kill or otherwise render me unable of fighting." The man quickly jumped out of the hole, followed by his three subordinates. "Four on one? That's a little unfair. Fortunately, I'm sporting enough to ignore it. Let's skip all of the formalities and get right to the "fun stuff", shall we?""
The one with no ammo charged him, jabbing the butt of his gun at Mor'gul's face. With a gliding movement, Mor'gul seemed to float right around the gun, smashing his elbow into the man's face. As one of the others tried to shoot him, Mor'gul grabbed the first man by the collar to hold him upright and kicked the other in the stomach. The second man crumpled, blood spewing from his mouth as he held his stomach painfully.
Before anyone else could react, Mor'gulwhirled around the first man, striking his face once againto keep him stunned, and smashed his open palm into the face of the third gunman. With a sick crunch, the man's skull caved under his grip. Once again Mor'gulwhirled around the still standing body of the first man, gripping his jaw for support and stomping very lightly on the second man's throat before he could get up again.
Finally, he turned to the first man once again, the second gurgling in the background, and tore the first man's jaw right out of his face. He gurgled as well, but was abruptly cut off as Mor'gul's index finger shoved through the exposed roof of his mouth. It went in all the way. Mor'gul pulled out his finger, licking blood and brain matter off of it as he returned to the man with the crushed wind pipe. With a quick movement, he slit the man's throat with a claw. Blood spewed across Mor'gul's face as the man's eyes went wide. Eventually, they became empty. Mor'gul stood up slowly.
"And then there was one." He turned back to the one remaining man, who was shaking too profusely to do anything but stand there. Mor'gul's blood-drenched face glistened in the dim light as he smirked. "You want to run, don't you?" The man did not move. "…What's stopping you?" realization dawned on the man, and his M-16 clattered to the floor. He frantically looked around, and a few shadowy figures parted to reveal a door. He burst through it, outside already. He could hear the wolf laughing out to him. "Go on, run! Hah! Blood runs out of you faster when you've been exercising!"
Back in the room, Mor'gul went loping after the figure of the man. He jumped out of the door quickly and took off a deliberately slow place. As he gained speed, he began to appear more canine. His eyes grew wild and his form hunched. Eventually, he was on all fours. He disappeared from sight as he crested a hill that the man had disappeared behind. One of the figures spoke with a young male voice.
"What exactly is Lord Mor'gul doing?" Aira half smiled, pulling the stone out of her shoulder.
"He's hunting. Just like a wolf." She turned away. She could literally see him in her mind, closing the distance at an excruciatingly slow speed, the poor man able to hear his heavy, ominous breathing… "Mor'gul is one whose bloodlust is insatiable. He is perfect for our cause. He is loyal to the dark ones, do not worry. He is simply… hungry." The young voice echoed back at her.
"We trust you to keep your eyes on him. He is not truly as devoted as us to the Greater Demon, regardless of his station." Aira nodded.
"Yes. I have kept you informed on him for years now, why the sudden worry?" The young voiced form nodded after hearing her statement.
"No reason, just… stay the course, Aira."
In the forest, Mor'gul was crouched over his dead prey. He tore from it with his teeth, all etiquette gone. He raised his bloody muzzle to the air, his ears twitching. "Well… I guess my meal shall have to be interrupted." The wolf stood up slowly, wiping blood from his face onto his sleeve. The wildness was gone in his eyes.
"My bloodlust is held at bay… One can only hope my sanity holds." He chuckled. "What sanity? Here I stand, talking to myself over a bloody corpse. No sense lying to yourself; you, Mor'gul, are entirely insane." He smiled, walking away from the dead man, whose face was twisted in agony. He had been alive until a few seconds earlier, when Mor'gul finally had gotten past his skin to the vitals. Mor'gul lightly stroked the hilt of the blade at his side. "Oh… I'm sorry Mordreth, I completely forgot."
He unsheathed the red sword, which ringed as he flicked it. "Wake up… I've prepared a meal for you." The madman stabbed the sword into the corpse, walking away. "Enjoy yourself."
The sword sat in the flesh of the corpse for a few moments, ringing emptily from the force in which it was stabbed into the cadaver. Suddenly, the sword began to vibrate on its own accord as Mordreth "awoke". It began to glow with a demonic aura. The vibrating increased, and the blade began to grow hot. The flesh around the sword began to smoke, and a high, metallic screech echoed through the air.
The man's face rapidly degraded in age, until his skin literally began to be sucked inside the body. Within moments, the devious weapon had reduced the body to a skeleton, all life and flesh somehow sucked in on itself by the blade. Finally, a bright, white light began to diffuse itself from the skeleton. It hovered in the air for a moment, before being pulled quickly to the sword like lead powder to a magnet. In a bright flash of light, the sword emitted a scorching wave of heat. The entire area in a ten foot radius was charred beyond recognition, including the skeleton.
The white light was gone, and the sword simply stood upright in the ground, smoking ever so slightly. There was no sign that this crimson sword had just eaten the body and soul of the poor man whose skeleton it stood within.
Kay. First off, Morphine is a middle grade opiate painkiller. Hydromorphone is a high grade opiate painkiller purified from Morphine to be stronger than just "morphine". Carisoprodol is a muscle relaxant, and in my story was prescribed because the most common and dangerous symptoms of hydromorphone are muscle cramping, constipation(occasionally muscle-based), and muscle siezures. All of these can of course be cured by a muscle relaxant. There.
Okay, medical term stuff. incisions, for the record, are cuts from sharpness. Lacerations are cuts from blunt trauma. A spiral fracture is where you... well, let me put it this way. You break a pencil in half, the pencil can be taped together and held together by the splinters, right? Well, lets say you twist that pencil until it completely shatters at the pressure point where it was going to break. you can't tape that together, because the pencil has literally been shattered by a twisting motion. That is a spiral fracture. The Ulna is one of the two bones in your forearm that holds your arm together. (it and the other one are fused together, so I have no idea who Mor'gul spiral fractured only one, and I do not want to.) Your Scapula are your shoulder blades. your phalanges are the bones in your fingers and toes. your Cranium and mandible are obvious, but just in case, they're your skull and jaw. Cauterization is the act of closing a wound by burning the tissue into scar tissue. Mor'gul did this to keep her infected wounds from being treated properly so she would develop a fever and become delirious.
Also, Burns are like this- grade 3; cracked, blackened, dead skin. Skin is damaged to the very core. Hurts hellah.
grade 2- redness and boils. Skin only hurt down two of the three levels. hurts a lot.
grade 1- sunburn. just the top of the skin is damaged. hurts a little.