A cold and malicious december
"Jeremie, there's something I need to show you…." Aelitas voice rang out throught the darkness of the room at four thirteen in the morning. "Jeremie, please get up, this is very urgent!" she shouted. The noise just about gave Jeremie a heart aattack. ALmost instinctively he ran to the chair, and clamored into it.
"Wha- what is it, Ae—"
"I recorded footage of December's ethereal activity while his astral projection was inside of Lyoko.
"and?" he answered single wordedly so she woulnd't cut him off again…and she hesitated with the result.
"Jeremie…I've never witnessed anything that even comes close to how brutal and utterly disturbing." Her voice was actually quavering and she seemed very shook up. Jeremie sat in silence. 'why would this be of concern to Aelita?'
"Aelita, give me the recording from your eyes." Jeremi's fingers lit the keyboard a blaze with sound. He was bringing up several differenti imaging and streaming video programs, each with different features and ways of displaying the actual video.
"I'm scared , Jeremie." She said, while setting the system in motion.
Before Jeremi's eyes, he saw four crabs, and a creature hed seen on Decemmbers wall, with a red circle around one of the tubes exiting the creatures body…he'd meant to ask decemeber about this, but it had slipped his mind the day before. The video began, and there was Decemeber, normally fighting the monsters. Everything seemed alright. Halfway through the fight, the large new monster loomed down onto Decemebr, and sprayed him with an exhaust of some kind. A red dusty substance. December totally lost it. It appeared he'd gone completely insane. His strength was more than doubled in the same instant. He grabbed the exhaust port, and shoved it deep inside of the monster, causing it's housing in the belly to exit on the other side. One of the crabs moved in, and swung at him with a leg. December grabbed it with much difficutly, but stopped it none the less. The next thing Jeremie heard was a cracking sound…and the leg snapped in two, spilling the liquid contents onto December and the surrounding area, and the crab fell over limp. He then proceeded to further damage the crab by crushing its body with the leg he'd just removed. Turning to the others, he launched the appendage in their general and took out half of one's exterior shell. What followed was a page torn from the imagination of any and all horror and violence writers. The mosters were completely demolished, and he stood alone. The camera began to move toward him…Aelita was walking up to him, trying to establish any communication. As she drew nearer, there wa a look on December's face…staring at the mutilated bodies. A primal expression. No smile, eyes wide…his entire body covered with the blood of the creatures. Aelita was now only a few feet away from him…his head snapped toward her so quickly, a few drops were slung onto her. Decemebr then lunged toward the camera, with his claws glowing a bright red, then the video lost feed…nothing but static after that.
"How did you get away?!" Jeremi's voice was shrill, and loud for the quiet of night., he'd almost fallen out of his chair leaning forward toward the screen.
"I managed to materialize a wall across the entire island…and after that, his body must have called the spirit back because I didn't hear anything anymore. Jeremie sat in the silence, and for the first time in his life…only one thing was on his mind…'will his spirit bring the behavior back to his body?' Of course he realized that if this were to happen, they were all in very real, and alarmingly close danger. 'Just down this hallway…'Jeremie thought, while looking at the door… ' there could be a person who is bent on killing everyone he comes in contact with'…the minutes rolled by, and Jeremie was too afraid to even move.
Room number 756 was as black as coal. The only thing that broke the utter stillness was the sound of a ruffled sheet of cloth. December had rolled onto his back in the bed. He slept quite soudly though the entire incident in lyoko. He'd come to the realization that he was now awake…still with his eyes closed. He felt nothing but the cold of winter on his chest and arms.. A warm hand moved across his body, and long hair fell over his shoulder. The heat from another body pressed against his own, and the deep exhalation only reassured him that he was awake. It began to warm under his back. Wamer and warmer the sheets under him became. It seemed as if a heating pad was turned on. Sweat formed on his forehead, and beaded down the side of his face. A hot rush shot through his body…the rush of adrenaline. The kind of feeling that arises when something goes horribly, horribly wrong. He clenched his eyes tightly shut…feeling a presence in the room other than he and Yumi, the presence of someone very dangerous…and close. He slid his hand over the smooth skin of Yumi's back, recovering the role of the protectorate. A window of lights danced across the room as a car turned the corner in the parking lot. Another hour of silence drew nothing more out of December than a few deep sighs. The room became slightly less black as the clouds covering the moon had drifted on. He carefully moved Yumi's head and shoulder from his chest, and he sat up in bed. Being it was the first time he'd had any large amount of movement in four hours, his head began to spin. Draping his legs over the side of the bed, he held his face in his hands… 'why do I feel…a sense…of completion…for some reason, everything seems so finalized.' He turned to Yumi, still asleep on the pillow. The moon reflecting of her pale skin made him feel so needed…like he was a part of something. His mind wandered around her…everything he knew about her. Everything he'd learned about her…and everything he'd experienced with her. To the first day theyd met…the first day he met the entire group. For some reason, his thoughts then centered on Ulrich…suddenly the room became skewed and contorted. His body rose, and he simply watched. He lifted his head to the window, and his eyes caught the light of the moon. The black pupils expanded, completely eclipsing the iris…then drew out further, and further. His singular pupil finally came to cover the entire white of his eye. Through his new eyes, he saw the room as if broad daylight poured in. Rolling his vision around the bright lights, Yumi came into his view. He felt himself drawing very near to her, his hands stroking her skin. An image of Ulrich injected itself straight into his thoughts, and his body jolted around and made way to the chest on the opposite wall. His conscious self sat back and observed all of these things happening, as if a dream were taking place. His hands dove into the blackness of the interior of the chest. Several calnks, and clicks echoed as they rummaged through the items. Stopping, they began to pull back, and sliding into the light, gleaming and shining, was a worn colt .45 semi automatic pistol.
He turned and slithered back to the bedside, and laid once more with Yumi. The sheets covering her body were removed. Her bare and vulnerable skin now completely exposed, and practically waiting for damage. Running the cold steel tip of the gun over her body, he watched her stir slightly. A slysmile reached its way across his dark face. He leaned in close, and whispered into her hear too quietly to wake her, " I feel I have to say goodbye…" just as silently as he had lain down, he rose once more, and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts, and exited the room into the hallway. The hallway seemed to be in negative…all he knew was that he was moving forward, passing doors on his left. The numbers grew smaller. Ulrich's room wasn't far. His right hand felt heavy, partially due to the two pounds of metal. Through the glimpses of the hallway he was using to navigate, there was a large dark object leaning against a wall about twenty feet off. December stopped, and raised his head, bringing the anomile into focus. Voluntarily working both of his eyes individually, the image cleared and brightened. There in front of him stood Ulrich. His eyes were glazed over, and with black circles underneath them… Ulrich was truly a pathetic sight. Roughed and bruised…with the needle still hanging from the skin on his arm, he wearily lifted a nailed piece of wood that he broke from a chair in his room. From six feet, December looked at him blankly with his cold, blithe eyes, and mechanically raised his arm, sighting in Ulrich with the pistol. Ulrich stared him down, and the gun finally registered with him. He stood slack jawed and stiff. December lined Ulrich's head with the bead, and put a slight amount of pressure on the trigger. Ulrich could practically hear the scraping of the metal as the hammer reached its apex. With a quick squeeze of Decemebers finger, the hammer flew forward, and rammed the contact…Ulrich waited for the last shock of noise hed ever hear. The only thing that echoed through the hall was the click of the hammer. December drew the gun back, and look into the chamber…'empty'
He half tossed the pistol into the air and caught the barrel. Griping it tightly, he lunged toward the burned out Ulrich, and began to beat him relentlessly with the blunt handle. Two blows to the head sent a spray of blood onto the hallway wall, and Ulrich fell to the ground. December then stood over him, and swung at anything not covered by Ulrich's arms. Ulrich's senses were already running in over drive, and when December's assault began he couldn't even scream. All that was heard was the thudding of the steel against flesh and bone. A bright flash and rapid clicking noise exploded in the hallway, and everything came to a stand still. December stood frozen, and finally slumped down onto himself. Ulrich looked up with his bloodshot eyes, and there stood Jeremie with a taser, with the current still going. Ulrich layed his head back down on to the floor, and the humming of the electricity faded out as he fell into a drug induced sleep.