Chapter two of "The Suffering". This is where we get more detail about Robin's bestial transformation. This only takes place in his mind. This quotation from Clem's Notebook might help explain it better.
The CreatureI saw this creature in a dream, and he seems somehow connected to these horrific events. In my dream, I witnessed the inmate Torque transform into this beast, and lay waste to all around him. Since the cataclysm I have seen Torque go berserk, killing beasts with his bare hands. But, of course, he himself does not actually transform into a beast. He merely becomes intensely enraged. The meaning of my dream I leave for the reader to discern.
This is from the game itself. Which reminds me...I do not own The Suffering or Teen Titans.
Anyway, that should clear up any questions about what happened at the docks. Enjoy.
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Robin walked down the passageway that led to the boiler. He was in total darkness, as all the lights had been destroyed. Turning on his flashlight in the very beginning, he came to a right turn where a door had once been. His light shone on a switch and pulling it turned on some lights in the basement. He was greatly relieved, and turned off his light to save battery power. He found two lockers that looked as though they had taken quite the beating. The doors were dented so heavily that they couldn't close all the way. Inside one he found another box of bullets and two clips. His individual bullet slots were full, but he picked up the two clips and put them in his side pocket, in case he needed to reload quickly. He had his weapons in their makeshift holsters, and this left his hands free to move things around. He found some more flares, but he only took one, saving the other three for the return trip should he make one. His supplies now consisted of numerous clips in his pack, seven flashlight batteries, and six Xombium bottles. His shiv was in its sheath, and he had his firearm hooked on his belt so the butt was holding onto the girdle so it wouldn't fall out. He went through the doorway, and saw a hallway that had another T-junction at the end. Walking towards it, he saw the thing that had led him to the gas chamber run from left to right across the junction. Robin was about to pass it off as seeing things, until he saw the light that was dangling from the roof swaying, even though there was no wind nearby.
Robin brought out his revolver and slowly advanced towards where it had disappeared. There was only one door it could have gone through, and he took it, and ended up in the boiler room, where some gas pipes began to overflow with the fumes. Robin knew what this meant, and holstered his revolver. Soon, the gaseous spirit that had insulted Starfire before appeared, and Robin glared at the specter with fury, and it seemed to enjoy this.
"Still upset about your little whore, eh? I don't think I've introduced myself. They call me Hermes, the deceased executioner of Abbott. What a coincidence that I was named after the God that led the dead to Hades. Almost ironic. The only way to survive here is to kill everything. I'm one of the few who will admit that."
As he slipped back into the pipes, an electrical surge passed through some wires that were coming from the same place of the wall as the pipelines that Hermes had appeared from. It reached the electrical box, and suddenly a man broke through the paneling. He was groaning horribly, and it chilled Robin to the bone the way he tried to escape the wires binding him to the electrical torture. He was overweight, and Robin could tell that he was a ghost, since nothing could have survived entangled in the wires like he was. He had on a long sleeve what looked to Robin to be a dress shirt. He couldn't see what else he was wearing, since he was so entangled in the wires. He turned to Robin, and the Boy Wonder noticed that he had sever burns on his scalp and wrists.
"I've been here a long time. I don't know much about this place but I do know, you bein' here ain't no coincidence."
As the electricity took over his body again, he jerked spasmodically, and Robin could almost feel his pain as the poor soul's torture continued. He saw a light come on in a window, and saw a doctor their. He looked as though he was coming from a 3D projector, and Robin saw the stereotypical reflector on his head that was used to reflect the light onto whatever part of the body they were looking at. He had on what appeared to be a blood soaked surgeon's apron on, but Robin couldn't tell for sure, since the man was in black and white, as all projectors were in the 1960's. He spoke to Robin with the air of what was almost a cross between morbid and jovial tone, his voice bouncing around like he was a schoolboy.
"And so the specimen arrives. I would stay and chitchat, but we have more urgent buisness to attend to. Tell me, what happened when you supposedly 'blacked out'? Do you see flashes of what happened, maybe, recalling what happened in small pieces?"
Robin saw something like the doctor was saying flash in front of him. It was the image of Terra's beaten body, and Robin looked away with remorse.
"Yes, you know exactly what I mean. But tell me, what happens every time your world goes black? Do you, shall we say, transform? Perhaps into a hideous monster that lives for nothing but the kill? Is that what destroyed your friends, Robin? I hope to find the answer. Perhaps I can even cure you. But first, I must see a little, oh, what's the word I'm looking for? Ah, yes! A little demonstration, if you will? Come on, Robin, give it a whirl!"
As if they were queued, Slayers dropped down from the ceiling, and looked up at Robin with the blank expression of a wild animal that has become a man-killer. Robin pulled out his shiv and revolver, ready to swing with the makeshift knife and shoot with the firearm when they came to him.
The Slayers obliged him.
One jumped back to the ceiling and scampered over to him. Unhooking its legs, it swung them at him like a pendulum of death, the blades ready to slice his head in two. Robin jumped back and fired with his revolver, hitting the creature in the leg. It screeched with agony, and he shot it again, hitting it in the shoulder. Losing its grip, it fell to the ground. Robin pounced at it and drove his shiv into its heart. He kicked it over the side, where it clanked to the ground, landing upon another that held its arms up, impaling it on its bladed hands. The Slayer threw its dead companion onto the floor, and ran to the steps that led to the catwalk that robin was standing on. It slashed at his head, but he drove the knife into its gut while shooting it in the head. It fell back, and Robin barely had time to duck under another attack from the ceiling. Robin rolled under the thing's legs and off of the catwalk to land on the grating that was the floor, which separated him from a monstrous cooling unit that the surface temp was in the hundreds of degrees. The Slayer dropped down, trying to land on his head, but he dodged out of the way, firing upon the thing as he jumped to the side. It fell on the grate with a thud, and did not get back up from its position on the floor. Robin had only one bullet left, and he replaced the gun back in its place. Armed with only his shiv, he slashed sideways as he cut into ones chest. Going back on the same path, he made another cut on its upper torso, and used the momentum from this strike to stab another one in the stomach. Ripping the weapon out in an upwards movement, he killed the one behind him and in front of him in one strike, the Slayer behind being disemboweled while the one in front was hit in an uppercut motion with the sharp piece of metal. Another came from the side, and Robin turned to meet this foe, but he sensed movement behind him and ducked his head. And the two Slayers ran each other through. One of them slashed his arm as it went down, and Robin yelled in pain. More Slayers came down from the ceiling, entering through the hole that Hermes was floating in. The specter spoke to Robin, trying to assist the doctor in his quest to see Robin's insanity break loose.
"I heard about your trial, you sick bastard. You're real lucky; I never got to snuff out a woman. I'm proud of my job, clearing out the filth of the earth. There's nothing like the pleasure of terminating a human life. But you already know that, don't you?"
The man trapped in the wires spoke next, and Robin realized that it was the same voice that he had heard coming from the electric chair.
"You had a girlfriend, right? Did you love her? You ever feel angry, wanna rip a man apart with your bare hands? Maybe you're not like me. Don't let this place do to you what it did to me. You gotta fight it."
The doctor spoke next, talking like a parent to a stubborn child.
"I can help you, Robin, I can make you well. But first, you have to show me. Go on, my boy. Give it a try for me, won't you?"
Robin slowly felt his grip on reality waken, and he fought harder, trying not to lose his cool as he tore through the packs of Slayers that threatened to overrun him at any moment. Jumping up, a Slayer that was in front of him stabbed one behind him. Robin gripped the shiv in both hands and drove it into the standing one's head, going through it and piercing into the body. It fell down flapping its limbs, and Robin got kicked in the shoulder by one of the blades. Ignoring his wound, he rounded on another group, yelling hoarsely as he went into the middle of them like a warm knife through butter. Hermes spoke again, still trying to make the boy lose his grip on what was real.
"Come on, you bastard, do it! You think you're stronger than us?"
"The doctor joined him, attempting to convince him like the Boy Wonder was an unruly child.
"Now now, I have to see what's wrong with you before I can treat it. Let it go, Robin. It will all be over soon."
The man in the wires spoke up next.
"Just do it. Let the killer out. We want to help you. Let it go. I already told you, they won't leave you alone 'til you do it."
Robin's fix on realism was loosening, and he could feel the change beginning to happen. Desperately, he tried to fight it off, slashing out with more force than ever against the mob of creatures that where attacking him. Hermes spoke to him one last time.
"Come on, Robin. Make your little whore proud."
This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Or broke Robin's sanity. The boy hollered out in rage at this latest insult, and almost willingly gave in to the beast that lurked inside of him. As he felt his body change, he could almost see Starfire looking at him with sadness and disappointment before the skin blocked his vision and the massacre of the Slayers began. His bladed left hand slashed out at the entities that the monster could sense all around it. The beast's hearing and sense of smell were so acute that it could have found its way around better than if it had eyes. The claws ripped through the masses of Slayers like paper, the sword impaling many and tossing the remains into others as it destroyed everything in its path, the fury and passion with which it fought making the doctor and Hermes grin, and making the man in wires shake his head sadly as they watched the carnage that Robin was wreaking on the creatures.
Robin punched one Slayer into a wall, whereupon he leaped on it with a snarl, tearing it apart with the ferocity of the lions of Tsavo. Sensing its demise, he pounced at another group, ripping limbs and throwing them left and right as in his mind the monster reigned destruction on the hapless zombies, their anguished cries of pain and rage falling on deaf ears as it turned them into a bloody wasteland of horrible confetti. He pinned one down by the arms, and it screeched at him in an attempt to make him back off. The maddened boy roared back at it before thrusting his hand into its head, throwing it into another that was approaching from the side. He leaped up and grabbed another one and ripped its arms off, his mind thinking that the monster had slashed them off in one blow.
Within minutes, all the Slayers were dead. The anger subsided, and Robin slowly regained his senses. Looking around at the devastation he had caused, he glared up at the doctor, his mask not allowing the sadistic surgeon to read his eyes. But the boy's body language told him all.
Very good, Robin, we've made a lot of progress today. But, be warned. A good thing only lasts so long."
With that, he turned around and gradually faded out as the projector slowly shut down. Before he disappeared completely, he looked over his shoulder at the boy.
"We'll talk about this more, in our next session."
The projector finally cut off, and Robin looked up to where Hermes had been. The man was gone, as was the apparition that had been in the wires. Robin was alone, standing in the middle of the destruction he had caused. He looked at his hands, which were red with blood, and clenched them into fists. He didn't want to continue on with his hands like they were, and just his luck, there was a small pool in a back corner that had formed from a dripping pipe. Robin rinsed all the blood off his hands, and wished he could rid himself of the horror that had killed the Slayers from himself just as easily.
He heard a noise, and he turned around. He saw that he had dropped his shiv when he had lost his mind, and now someone had skidded it over to him. Picking it up, he sheathed it and looked up to find who had done it. There was no one, but as he was about to head for the door across the room from the pool, he heard a voice. He clenched his fists again, not in anger, but in fear.
It was Beast Boy.
"Robin. Look at me, Robin."
Robin slowly turned around and saw the green changeling emitting not a golden glow, but a green one. He spoke in a mixture of horror and rage to the Boy Wonder, who had his head bowed as he listened to his dead friend tell him what he thought of the incident that had just happened.
"Robin, is that what fought Slade's robots at the pier? Is that what betrayed us to him? Is it?!"
"No..."
But the shape-shifter had already vanished, leaving Robin feeling worse than ever. He saw a vision like he had when Terra had spoken to him.
It was Beast Boy, but he was in the same condition as terra had been. His eyes were pure white, and the top of his skull had been bashed in. He was lying in a pool of blood, with Terra lying next to him, her dead hand clasped in his in a final embrace. He heard the changeling's troubled voice speak to someone.
"Don't do it, don't do it!"
Robin snapped his head up, breaking the sight from his mind. He tried to convince himself that he hadn't done it, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it could have been prevented if he had done something. He was filled with grief that he would never see his team alive again. He had a silent prayer for them that they were happy, and walked to the door, taking out a Xombium pill from his pack. Gulping it down, he felt his wounds heal slightly, and took another, and they almost disappeared completely. He decided to let them heal the rest of the way on their own, and saw that he had used half of his first bottle. Since he had used up several to heal his lungs from the poison gas, he was surprised at how little he had used. There were about thirty pills per bottle, and he had used a lot, since the damage to his lungs was also happening to his heart. Since that was a vital organ, he had taken several, and had felt better than he could remember. Slipping the bottle back in the pack, he put it back on his back and continued on his way. Reaching the door, he found several more flares lying near a severed torso that looked as though its deceased owner had had it torn off by some sort of force. Robin hoped that it hadn't been him.
Picking up a flare, he looked at the only hallway to his left and saw that it was filled with water. He saw a rat just barely able to walk along the bottom with its claws, and knew that it wasn't too deep. He started up the flare using the striker that was on the head. Breaking this off, he sparked it against the head, and this in turn caught the gunpowder that was specifically designed to last a long time. Around five minutes was the length of time on the stick itself. With this, he set out into the hallway, the flare working like a charm to save him the flashlight battery power. The D-cell size that it ran on was hard to come by.
Robin saw that there were electric wires dangling into the water in the room ahead, and wondered why he wasn't being shocked. He figured that the electricity was off, and looked at the rest of the space. There were chains everywhere, looking to the Boy Wonder serve no purpose. He walked slowly through the place, stealth being his only good weapon in the dark dank corridor which he was in. Upon reaching the room, he saw that the only way through was to the right again. Turning here, he saw a short hall that turned left a few meters ahead. There was a pipe system running along the right hand side, and a Slayer was at the other end. It looked at Robin, then turned to the pipes. It slashed them open, sending steam blasting out all over, much to hot to pass through. It walked back down the bend, and Robin began to search for a way to shut off the steam. He saw a hand crank on the pipe, and turned it, closing off the pipe system and ultimately stopping the steam. He pulled out his revolver and loaded it with individual shots. Closing back the chamber, he performed a back-to-wall and slowly crept to the corner where the Slayer had disappeared. He saw that it was standing idly, a perfect target for Robin. Slowly bringing his gun level with its chest, he fired off a shot, and it whizzed into its chest, rupturing its organ and killing it instantly. It fell over without a sound, and Robin approached it, putting up his handgun. As he got closer to the dead Slayer, he heard a sound behind him, and looked over his shoulder to see a double bladed Slayer taking a swipe at his neck, aiming to behead him. Robin ducked out of the way and grabbed his shiv. He drove it into the large creatures gut and twisted it, and the thing chattered in pain as he jerked it out. It stumbled back, and Robin thrust it again into its gut, and the monster keeled over with a gurgle, blood pouring out of its wounds as it lay dying on the floor. Robin wiped his weapon on the creature's body and sheathed it. He was facing the pipes again, and to his left were some shelves. On them was some Xombium, which he left there since he didn't want to waste space, and a slip of paper that gave Robin insight on his next enemy.
MarksmanBased on the battery of rifles on its back and the blindfold around its head, this Marksman appears to be the reincarnation of a military firing squad. Abbott was originally a P.O.W. camp during WWII, so it seems likely that they would have executions of that sort. Indeed, there are stories of a rogue colonel who was to be court martialed but instead took his own life. Perhaps he is connected to these abominations.
Robin looked at the drawings of the thing that whoever had written this had also used their artistic ability to show how these creatures looked. As the paper had said, it did have a battery of rifles on its back, but they were attached to a piece of flesh that seemed to be able to turn in any direction. It had several bullet holes in it at various locations, and Robin saw that the blindfold was drawn with speckles of what he took to be blood on the piece of white cloth. One drawing demonstrated how it used the rifles in combat. The thing was kneeled down with a fist on the ground and one leg curled under it and the other sticking straight out, like it was playing some deadly variation of football. This made its back parallel with the ground, which in turn gave the rifles a good firing area. The rifles were pulled by some inexplicable means to face one direction, and when it stood up, the muscles relaxed, and the guns spread out so that they were pointing in different directions. Robin looked up from the paper and looked around himself slowly. This would be even deadlier than the Slayers. Since it had guns, it probably wouldn't be too stealthy, since all it had to do was mow down anything and everything in its path. He put the paper in his pack and set off for the corner, hand ready to grab at his weapons at the slightest movement. He turned the corner and saw that his path led upwards. The only way to reach the top of the ledge was to jump up and grab a hold of a set of lockers that were against it, then clamber the rest of the way up. He leaped for the top, and managed to grasp it, pulling himself up onto the apex of the lockers, and after that climbed onto the top of the ledge that he could see over standing flatfooted. As he stood up, he heard a voice coming from up ahead.
"What the fuck are you waiting for?"
There was a light ahead of him in a corridor perpendicular to the one he was in, the door already opened by someone. He saw one Marksman walk right to left across it, heading towards the voice. Robin was sickened by the thing. It was a rotten yellow color, reminding him of a smoker's teeth after a few cigarettes. It looked to be nothing but skin around its lower jaw, and he could see by the fact that its lips were curled out in a sinister grin that its teeth were blackened, like it hadn't brushed in years after chewing tobacco. As it disappeared, Robin brought out his revolver, which had so far been his best weapon, regardless of the training he had undergone. He thought to himself that his sensei didn't take into account whether or not his opponents had swords for hands and feet, or that one might have guns shoved into his back.
He advanced slowly, the firearm held out in front of him like a pro. He turned the corner gun first, and saw a C.O. with his hands tied behind his back around a wooden pole, effectively pinning him to it. He had a black blindfold around him, and Robin realized that he looked as though he was about to be executed by a firing squad. The man tried to break through his bonds, talking to the Marksman that he couldn't see.
"Where the fuck are you? Do it... fucking do it!"
"Don't worry, I'll get you..."
Before Robin could finish his sentence he heard the sound of multiple guns cocking at the same time. A split second later bullets tore out of the door to the right, hitting the man all over, his body jerking with the impact. When the fire stopped, he slumped down in death, and Robin watched as the Marksman emerged from its spot. It looked at the dead man and suddenly turned its rifles to face Robin. It seemed to look at him through the blindfold, and Robin shook off the fear of the thing. He aimed his revolver at it slowly but surely, and it roared at him, tensing up the guns on its back in what appeared to be an aggressive display. It got into its firing position, and aimed its guns once again at the Boy Wonder. Robin ducked behind the wall he had come around with barely enough time before the creature fired, its hail of bullets coming through the doorway like a storm of lead, effectively pinning robin down. He peeked around the corner and fired off a few shots at the beast, and managed to wound it, causing it to stop its rain of bullets and leap up to snarl in rage. Robin fired one shot at it, and it hit its head, taking off the top half of it. The creature slumped over, groaning with its dying breath as it fell to the floor, as dead as it had been when it had been executed. Robin cautiously walked over to it, and tapped it with his foot. It didn't move, so Robin went through the door that it came through. Two Slayers were around this corner, and he fired his last shot at one of them. Tossing the gun to the side, he snatched out his shiv and charged the creatures before they could react. He shoved his weapon into one's chest, and proceeded to throw it into its companion, which tossed it over its head without hesitation, Robin threw the weapon with blinding speed, burying it in its stomach until it penetrated through to the other side. The thing fell over with a gurgle, and Robin walked over to his gun. Sliding it back in its place, he grabbed his shiv and yanked it out, replacing it in its place. Now that the threat they had posed was gone, he took in his surroundings. There was a switch on the wall next to a gate, and when he threw it, some lights came on on the other side of the bars. Robin turned to walk through the semi-dark halls of what looked to be some sort of shop. Shining his flashlight around revealed it to be where they made the coffins for the executed prisoners. Robin shuddered as he found one that had his name on the lid of a sarcophagus that was made for his size.
Without warning, the room suddenly became bright as an electrical surge passed through the room. He shut off his light, and saw a Marksman walked by the exit that was in the far left corner as you came in from where he had fought the Slayers. It was walking hunched over up and down the hall that appeared to lead into the room that Robin had turned the lights on in. Robin wondered what this behavior meant, and it came to him like lightning, quick and sudden.
It was patrolling the hall.
This meant that it still was carrying out its former duty, which made Robin wonder what the Slayers were doing here. Robin brought out the shiv and hid behind a casket and waited for the opportune moment for which to strike. When he decided the thing hadn't seen him, he whistled, bringing its attention to the room. It walked in blindly, and Robin questioned whether it had intelligence or not. He decided to find out after he was safe, and chose the moment to lunge from his hiding place, thrusting the knife into the creature's head. He yanked it out and slashed it in the chest, and the monster fell down to the floor, barely making a noise when it hit the ground. Robin waited for a minute to see if anything else had heard the commotion. When nothing happened for a full minute, he proceeded to the hall that it had previously occupied. He went to the left, and around a corner that turned right he stopped. He hadn't gone through the way yet, as he had felt that something was out of place. He concentrated, using his martial arts senses to try and find the source of his hesitation. He knew this feeling. It felt like there was something amiss nearby, as though the air had been poisoned by evil...
He stepped into the room, and when nothing happened, he released his death-grip on his shiv. There were cells to his right, and he assumed this is what Ben had meant when he had explained the low to him. He saw that one was boarded up, and he also noticed that a door with tanks of helium or hydrogen next to it. Seeing as the door was locked, he decided to use the gas cylinders to his advantage. Pulling out his revolver, he fired at one, and the explosion tore apart the door, leaving the way clear. He also noticed that the boards blocking the way into one of the cells had been destroyed. He walked inside to find a human corpse in one corner, and it was holding a syringe that was glowing an unearthly green. Robin heard a voice in the cell that echoed throughout the cell, having almost a moaning quality to it as it spoke.
"My soul left me alone in here."
Robin looked around and saw no one. He was creeped out by the voice, when he saw the corpse move. He looked on in terror as it rose to its feet, a hideous glow in what were its eyes as it charged him, baring teeth that had all but rotted away. Robin was unable to get a good shot off in the small confines of the solitary cell, and he instead whacked the thing in the head as it approached him. It hissed at him, and crumpled to the ground. Robin aimed his revolver at it and sent the remaining bullet into its back, whereupon he reloaded the weapon using a clip. He was about to start firing again at the body, but something stayed his crazed assault. He felt a soothing hand on his shoulder, a hand that felt familiar to him...
"Raven?"
He turned to see no one, but he had regained control over his scared mind. He put up his gun, and was about to turn on the carcass when it leapt at him without warning, its decayed teeth aiming for his throat. He reflexively brought out his shiv and dodged to the side, ramming the weapon into the creature's back. It hissed again, and Robin sent the shiv into its neck, the force disintegrating the collar of the monster and effectively beheading it. He looked at the needle that it had dropped when it had first attacked and saw that it was lying on the floor, the liquid inside glowing bright green like a neon sign. Robin went through the door and heard another voice, this time of Starfire. It scared Robin because she sounded like the one thing that he feared hearing from her.
She sounded scared.
Her voice was like that of a child hearing noise in their room after a bad dream.
"Robin? Is that you Robin? Let me see you. Come on, turn on the light. Let me see."
Robin walked toward the source of the voice and saw a bluish glow that he knew must be her spirit. She was sitting in a chair, her upper body ducked down and her hands over her head in a protective way as several C.O.'s were about to beat her with metal poles. There were meat hooks on chains all around the group, and Terra and Raven were hanging on some of them. Starfire spoke to Robin, almost sobbing and screaming at him in pure fear.
"No, Robin, I don't want to see! No! Robin, NOOOOO!!!"
The Boy Wonder yelled with fear and fury, aiming a kick at one guard's head. But before he could reach them, the vision disappeared, and he hit the wall with his foot. Reflexes made him push back with his leg, and he landed on the ground, a tear coming to his masked eye at what he had seen. Starfire was right. This was so much worse than a prison. Robin decided that if he got out of this that he would have had paid for his friends' deaths in full, should he happen to be the one to have done it.
Despite what had really happened, he needed to be alive so that he could maybe repent for what he had been accused of doing. He saw the chair that Starfire had been sitting in, and on a sudden impulse kicked it into the wall, shattering the wooden thing against the wall, the pieces littering the floor in front of him as he fought to control his rage. He grimly thought about the fact that Terra had gone through the same process. Minus the monster act that had killed all those masses of Slayers in the boiler room. Robin walked through the door to his left and found himself facing a shelf with a new toy for him to play with.
Flash/bang grenades.
The explosives had no killing power, but they made an extremely loud noise and emitted a blinding flash, so that anything nearby was incapacitated from fighting for a few seconds. These would prove valuable should the fight be going in the creatures' favor. Armed with this, he saw that he couldn't carry too many of the things. He took two and stuck them in his pack, and carried another in his hand. He heard noise behind him, and slipped his finger around the pin and went back to the room that had shone him Starfire, and saw that he was being pursued by a sole Slayer, and he pulled the pin and rolled the grenade at it, wondering the power of his find. The creature stared at it in curiosity, and when it exploded it shrieked in surprise and fear, its ears ringing from the loud bang and sensitive eyes on fire from the bright flash. The tiny bombs lived up to their name well. Robin quickly pounced on the creature shiv at the ready, slicing into its gut with the sharp blade. Using his momentum from the slash to spin around, he kicked the thing backwards into the wall.
The only problem being that it hit an air tank with one of its blades.
Robin barely ducked out of the way before the explosion sent shrapnel everywhere, one ricocheting off the wall and nearly hitting him in his leg. He moved and it bounced off and headed out of the room.
Straight for the remaining flash/bangs.
Robin squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears as he ducked down into a fetal position, and the grenades went off, sending bright light flooding the area and the loud noise surely waking the dead if they weren't already. The chaos only lasted for a second, but to him it was an eternity. When he was sure that they had all gone off, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around. The flash/bangs were gone, obviously, and one arm of the Slayer was shoved into the wall, blood dripping down from the stump like a horrific faucet. Robin blocked this from his mind as he walked over to the hall that he was about to take before the flash/bang incident.
The hall had a high ceiling in one place, and it became much lower suddenly as you neared the door. There was a box that was between him and the door, and Robin couldn't go around it. Sighing with defeat, he grabbed the sides of the crate and began dragging it backwards as he heaved on it in an attempt to be able to climb over it and enter the door unimpaired by any obstacle should he need to come back in quickly. Looking up, he noticed a small niche in the wall. He couldn't reach it alone, but with the crate...
Robin pulled the box until it was directly under the small slot. Climbing onto the box, he jumped up and managed to grasp the edge of the space. Pulling himself up, he came face to face with a dead C.O. in a chair, his eyes impaled by the same needle that the other corpse had. The syringes were scattered about the floor, and Robin nearly fell out of the enclosure before he regained his senses. Looking about, he saw that there were indeed supplies here that he could use, but he was carrying enough as it was. He turned to leave, when something hit him in the back. He fell forward, but landed on his hands and flipped right side up, landing on the ground by the door with a grunt. He looked up and saw the body of the C.O. falling towards him, and he jumped backwards, letting the body fall heavily on the ground, a syringe in its hand. Robin began panting. If that needle had gotten into him, who knows what might have happened...
Robin turned his back on the corpse and walked to the door. As he placed his hand on the knob, he heard something scuttling on the other side. When all was quiet, he opened the door and stepped into the room. To his left was a door that had more air tanks around it. Ahead of him he saw that there was a hole in a wall that stuck out from the wall that the door was on until roughly two thirds of the way across the room, and it was thick enough that someone had made a room in the wall, judging by the man sized hole and the light that was coming out of it. He couldn't see around the corner, but to his right he saw three solitary cells. But that isn't what caught his attention.
It was the Slayer that threw itself at him like a missile, aiming to bury its hands in his body.
Robin jumped up and the creature went sailing under him. He saw that the commotion had alerted a Marksman as well as two more Slayers to his presence, one of them being double bladed. Robin pulled out his revolver and fired at the single bladed Slayer that had launched itself at him, hitting it in its stomach and chest, which made it flop to the ground and flail around as it died. This gave Robin an idea. He shot at the Marksman and caused it to begin to fire at him, trying to gun down the Boy Wonder. Robin ran so that the Slayers were between him and the Marksman so that they took the force of the bullets. Robin ran at the single bladed one and turned it around, shoving it towards the Marksman. As the Slayer flapped its limbs in its death throes, it hit the Marksman and the limbs of the creature cut up the gunman, sending blood everywhere as it involuntarily sliced apart the Marksman with speed and randomness. Soon, both the Slayer and Marksman were dead, the Slayer from bullet holes and the other from lacerations all over its body. Robin looked over the devastation and looked into the room in the wall. There were more flares inside, but he was carrying too much as it was. But this would make a nice stash. He took out his flash/bangs and set them on the desk that the flares were on. He took this for an office from the old fort, since there were posters of Uncle Sam on either side, and one that talked about turning in traitors. The Boy Wonder thought about what the paper on the Marksman, about the colonel that had made those executions. He wondered if this had been his office. He saw that the three cells that were solitary confinement facilities were all open. He walked into the one on his right coming out of the office, and saw that on the other side of a gate a room that had a hallway to the right. Looking at the map he had found of the basement, he saw that it was the way to the surface. Now all he had to do was get past the gate...
Walking out of the cell, he went into the next one over. There was nothing in there but dust and a voice that spoke of something that made Robin shudder with revulsion. He noted to himself that the voice sounded proud, as though it was bragging of the deed its owner had done.
"That little girl wasn't so... innocent... after I was done."
A soft chuckle followed this announcement, and Robin ran from the cell in horror and went into the next one. He believed the late Benjamin. The place really was haunted. Praying that this one would give him the answer to his predicament of escaping the basement, he entered, ready to run if another voice should tell of its misconduct. Almost ironically, it told him the most important thing.
"I found a way out."
Robin began to search the cell with his flashlight, and found that there was a ledge above him that turned and seemed to pass right over to the cell on the far right from the office. Robin judged the angle of it, and found that it led to the hall that was blocked by the gate.
Right behind it, so that he could escape...
Robin ran toward an edge and kicked back and forth off of the wall, reaching the top expertly, thanks to his training. Walking around the corner to the right, he dropped down on the other side of the gate, and heard voices coming from the room.
"Sir, you can't just kill them. You have no proof."
"They're a threat to our security. Am I supposed to ignore that goddamn airplane?"
"But sir..."
Robin walked forward, and saw a vision of a high-ranking officer shouting at another official, the higher-ranking soldier leaning in threateningly as he spoke with finality in his voice.
"I am God here. You will follow my orders. And my orders are that you execute them now!"
The vision disappeared, and Robin began to feel as though he was being watched. He looked around with his flashlight for a switch, and finding none, he scanned the room for anything of use. All he found was an official document of some sort that had been doodled all over, but was still legible.
Department of the Army
Fort Meade, Maryland
From: Commanding officer, Fort Meade, Maryland
To: Colonel Bocke
Subject: COURT MARTIAL PROCEEDINGS
I am forced to inform you that you are requested to appear at a Court Martial to be held at Fort Meade on August 18, 1944. This is in regards to the charges against you of unwarranted execution of U.S. soldiers and other misconduct at Fort Maleson earlier this...
Robin couldn't read the rest, as it had been torn off. Probably by the insane colonel himself, not wanting his men to know about the Court Martial. He was empathetic to the colonel, who probably did wrong things thinking it was for the good of his men and country. Robin knew the feeling all to well. He heard a voice come from the hallway behind him, which was the one the map had said would lead him out of this horror house.
"We need to talk."
It was the voice of the electric chair entity.
He walked cautiously to the corner, and peeking around it showed him two gates in the center of a short hall with a room that was filled with a staircase leading up and to the right. Walking towards it, he noted that the gate to the left led to a large room that was pitch black inside, and the right one barred a doorway that led to God knew where. He was startled by an apparition that appeared in the pitch-black room right next to the bars that separated it from Robin. Robin looked at it as it talked to him. It was the same ghost that had been wrapped in the wires at the boiler room.
"So you do have an evil side. Not surprising. I think every man has one. But you fought it. For a while anyway. Watch yourself, Robin. This place will eat your soul."
It disappeared in a jolt of electricity, and Robin exhaled the breath that he had been holding. He continued walking to the stairs, and a herd of rats came down, walking past him as he watched their advance towards the room that he had just left. Waiting for them to pas so that he wouldn't crush any, he saw that some of them had blood caked on their fur. But it didn't seem to be theirs, since the walked like they were in perfect health. When the group finally passed, he went up the stairs and found a new weapon that he would be using for a while, a gun that ammunition was scarce to come by lying around on the island.
The Tommy gun was lying on the floor in the doorway, seeming to beckon to Robin to use it. It had a shoulder strap for carrying purposes, and Robin clipped it together. Slinging it over his shoulder, he found several clips for it that he put in his pack, which was almost brimming with the ammo. He would have to ditch the Tommy when he found something better, but for now, it would serve him well. Arming the gun with one of the clips he found, he let it hang idly by his side. To his right was nothing but concrete, and to his left, his flashlight revealed a ladder. Climbing up it, it took him to a small ledge with a door on it. He opened it up, and stepped into his next meeting with the doctor and a reunion with a friend that he had made at the docks.
Robin walked into the next room, unaware of the horrors yet to come in the endless night of Carnate Island.
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So now you see Robin's evil side in detail. I felt that his fight, while needing improvement, was better than the one at the docks. For those of you who played the game, you should be able to understand exactly what Killjoy is trying to do. While the quotes aren't exact, I had to edit them so that they would make sense. If someone could tell me what they really say, that would help out for future improvement.
'Til the next chapter, titled "Slumber of the Dead".