A/N: Hello everyone, yes I am back after a few months of not posting. My apologies for that I have been very busy with things however I assure you all that I am not going to abandon this story, it will just take me extra time to write sometimes. The next chapters will be out sooner than this one was I assure you. So I hope you all enjoy this new chapter after so long of waiting, I will see you all again at the end!
"Fuck!" The man screamed as he pushed over a trio of monitors that had previously been situated upon his desk, causing them to fall to the ground, the shattering sound of glass made audible as they impacted onto the tiled floor.
His current attitude did not match his appearance. He was tall and slim with a clean shaven face and hair that was stylishly slicked back, giving him a distinguished look. The only other thing that countered this, aside from his attitude, was the costume that covered his everything below his neck.
"Bastards! All of them!" He screamed, once again breaking the diligent look he had.
A loud bang was heard as his fist collided with the top of a nearby table. He repeated this action three more times, the sound radiating louder with each hit, before storming out of the room and into the adjacent hallway.
"Should have gone smoothly," he muttered to himself "it was so close to completion! So near perfection!" he continued, muttering as he walked down the hallway of the underground base.
Another man; small and dressed in casual attire, with round rimmed glasses, noticed the man as he traveled through the hallway.
"Boss wait up!" The shorter man shouted at him as he began to hurry to his side and started speaking.
"I know you aren't happy with the recent news b—" his words were cut off as the sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the nearly empty hallways.
The small man dropped to the ground mere seconds afterwards, bits of flesh and skull now painted the hallway's walls and ceiling where he had stood.
The costumed man, a pistol now in his hands, looked down seeing that most of the crimson spatter that had landed on him was hidden from view, due to it blending in with the black of his costume. Though he couldn't help but notice the blood stains that speckled onto the design of a white outline that coiled around him.
He slotted the weapon into a hidden pocket of his costume and took a deep breath before beginning to walk, this time in the opposite direction of where he had previously been going, muttering to himself again.
"I need some fresh air." as he walked towards the entrance of the bunker.
Upon stepping outside onto the coarse sand of the beach, as he looked up he noticed that the sky was unnaturally dark, with the only light protruding through being that which the moon projected.
He closed his eyes and let the mist of water that blew in the cool wind, sprinkle onto his face. He stood like this for about a minute before reopening his eyes and donning the cowl of the costume. It like the rest of his costume was black with a streak of white coiling around it until it finally ended at his forehead, with the final result of the white design being the head of a snake.
The cowl made it so that his entirety of his face was shrouded in the same black material as the rest of the costume, the only features that were noticeable were the rounded indents of his eyes and the point of his nose. One would think that wearing something like this would impair the wearer's vision, however this was not the case as the fabric made it easy to see out of, with only the slightest amount of his vision being impaired.
The man stepped off the beach and began to walk for a long while before reaching an area where the light colored sand met the gray pavement of the sidewalk. Despite it being late at night the street was full of activity, as expected from Brockton Bays high end shopping district.
Lights from nearby open stores illuminated the darkened roads alongside sets of streetlights and many people littered about the area, the sounds of their talking and laughter filling the district.
The chatter was abruptly cut off however, as a screech from a nearby woman obtained the attention from all nearby civilians.
"Cape!" She screamed, as she saw the figure stepping off the beach and onto the sidewalk of the shopping district.
A parade of screams and panic went rampant throughout the area as the citizens began to flee from the masked man who was now brandishing a handgun.
He began to fire shots into the directions of the fleeing crowd causing six people to collapse on the floor, bullet wounds riddling them as blood began to flow out of their now lifeless bodies causing the asphalt to be covered in multiple pools of blood.
The Cape attempted to fire another shot but as his finger pressed down onto the trigger he heard a click.
A few bulkier men who were nearby saw that he had run out of ammo and in a moment of desperation began to sprint towards the Cape in an attempt to disarm him.
The Cape didn't so much as flinch as they charged him, in fact he had stopped moving all together, until one of his attackers was within only a few feet of him.
It was then that he holstered his firearm and drew out a small hooked knife before stepping to the side of the incoming man before using the charging man's momentum to throw him towards the ground, plunging the knife into the back of his neck once he had him there.
Squishing and tearing sounds were heard as the Cape thrusted the knife in, digging it in deeper every second, before retracting it and letting his attacker drop to the floor.
Another three men approached the Cape at roughly the same time and began an all out attack on him.
The Cape dodged the first man's punch before backing away from another's kick, he stumbled as he attempted to regain his footing.
The third man seeing the Capes uneven footing began to reel his arm back in an attempt to strike.
He extended a fist towards the face of the Cape just for it to miss as the Cape dodged out of the way.
The man yelped out in pain as a knife penetrated the inner part of his elbow.
The Cape twisted the knife in further before using the man's weight to drop him onto the floor, the knife tugging free from the skin as he did, causing a violent spurt of blood to gush out as muscle and skin was torn from the affected area with. The man fell to the ground and began to cradle his arm in an attempt to dampen the pain.
The other two men began to approach after seeing that the Cape had dispatched their ally.
The Cape readied himself for the attack and as the men began to approach him he ducked to the ground and used the knife on the thigh of one of them.
He pulled the knife out mere seconds after it penetrated, leaving behind a deep gash in the man's thigh. Causing him to falter to the ground, out of the action.
The Capes attention now turned to the last uninjured combatant. As his attacker engaged towards him he thrusted his body upwards, his palm facing upwards as he did so to slam it into the lower jaw of the man.
The force of the impact to his jaw caused the man to fall backwards and onto the floor as his mouth began to pool with blood, as his bottom row of teeth dug deeply into his tongue.
The Cape grabbed him by his hair before using the knife to slit his throat, pushing the man's head away from his grasp after he finished the deed.
He looked at the last two men, who were writhing in pain on the floor, reloading his gun as he looked on at them. A loud bang coincided with planting of a bullet into the head of the man whose thigh he had carved through.
This left only one man remaining, he attempted to stand, his arm still cradled by his side, however his attempts were met with a bullet, which went through the back of his knee.
He collapsed on the ground again and let out a loud and drawn out cry, similar one that would usually be found within a horror movie.
The Cape approached the man who, now begging to be spared, offering him practically everything he owned in an attempt to avoid death.
The Cape chuckled slightly then louder and louder until he was in a fit of hysterical laughter, eventually it was so loud and sadistic that it made the wounded man's blood turn to ice.
Upon finishing his laughing fit he looked down towards the man with the slight outline of a smile visible from his mask.
With that he dug his knife into the abdomen of the man, he struggled as he tore through the layers of skin, the innards of his victim spilling onto the road.
He stopped only when the sounds of the man's screams ceased and his body went limp.
His gloved hands were soaked with blood as he withdrew them from his sadistic project, the crimson liquid seeping into the gloves so much that he felt his hands begin to get damp with the substance.
His attention was quickly pulled away from the scene by the sound of sirens drawing nearer with every passing second in the direction of the road directly ahead of him.
He saw as an armored van, in the distance, rushed through the now desolate streets towards his direction.
Seeing this he sprinted to a nearby jewelry store and attempted to open the door, finding it locked; he used his elbow to slam into the glass paned door. The screams of people inside coincided with the shattering of the glass.
The door swung open as the Cape maneuvered his way inside, causing the people taking refuge within to scream in a panic.
"Shut up!" The Cape hissed at the crowd while simultaneously firing a shot into the ceiling to quiet them down.
He calmly walked around ducking bystanders and display cases and made his way behind the cashier desk, finding the cashier there on the floor, his head covered by his arms.
The cape glanced at the cashier and then towards the door that was situated a few feet next to him marked "employees only". He tried the handle of the door though it didn't budge.
Again he looked back at the cashier on the floor and spoke.
"I assume you have the key?" He said, his voice was one of authority, one that let you know he was serious, one that demanded respect.
"ye— yes" The cashier replied, his voice shaky with fear, a stark contrast to the Cape that now stood overhead of him.
"Good, now give it to me." The Cape demanded.
The cashier stretched a shaky hand out towards the cape causing the two keys on the ring to jingle as they impacted each other repeatedly from the vibrations of his hand.
The Cape snatched the set of keys out of the cashier's hand and opened the door.
The room that the door led to was small, with three racks within it each of them holding a translucent box containing differentiating arrays of jewelry. The opposite end of the room had what looked to be an engraver along with a few other machines, all neatly set up within the corner.
The Cape ignored this however and proceeded past until he got to another door, one that no doubt would lead outside to the alleyway behind the store.
Upon opening the door the Cape could see the flashing of red and blue lights coming from his right, leading to the street he had been on just moments before, however no sirens accompanied them now.
He turned towards his left and began to walk, his walk was calm and almost posh in a way that made it seem that he didn't care, as though none of this really mattered.
Upon reaching the halfway point between the alley and the street on the left hand side a figure appeared into his view.
It was man man; broad shouldered and muscular, he donned a suit of what seemed to be power armor or something of that nature. A halberd was held in his left hand as he eyed the Cape who had now ceased walking.
"Stop right there!" The man in the armor shouted.
The Cape didn't heed this demand and instead walked in the opposite direction, back towards the jewelry store.
Once again a figure popped into view as they came around the corner; a woman this time wearing army fatigues, colored in a stereotypical camouflage color, a red white and blue bandanna covered her face from the nose down. She wielded a pistol in hand and had it aimed towards the Cape.
"We won't ask you again," she chimed in, "get on your knees now!"
With that The Cape obliged, kneeling onto the ground and putting his arms overtop his head, palms facing out as to show that he had surrendered.
The pair slowly approached the kneeling Cape until they were a mere feet away from him.
"Miss Militia, Arms Master, so nice to see the two of you," the Cape said in an oddly welcoming tone. "I was wondering who would be sent out to capture me, I had my money on it being Triumph and Assault but—"
"Shut the fuck up!" Arms mastered shouted, cutting the Cape off mid sentence, "Do you even know how many people you killed today Coil! How many lives were thrown away due to some senseless act of violence caused by you?!"
"To be honest I stopped counting after five." Coil responded chuckling. "Though I may get to add another two to my count." as he finished he grabbed onto a piece of string that had been dangling from the palm of his outstretched hands.
Upon grabbing the string he yanked it with as much forth as he could, as he did this a slight click was heard followed by the sounds of Coil beginning to chuckle again, this time more triumphant sounding.
The last thing Coil saw was the sight of the two heroes making their way away from him, he smiled before a loud booming sound shot his ears, his vision going fuzzy afterwards and soon dissipating all together.
The next thing he knew he was back in the room with the monitors, however each of them weren't broken, rather they were placed neatly onto the desk he stood in front of.
Coil took a long deep breath in before letting it out, he was relieved he had been able to quench his urge for blood without keeping anything permanent.
This is what allowed him to seem as calm and collected as he did. It was practically a miracle that this power had been given to him, the ability to satiate the urge that grew within him with every waking moment, consequence free.
A knock came on the door to the room.
"Come in." Coil said, his tone now relaxed and inviting.
The handle turned and the door opened, revealing the small man with rounded glasses, he looked the exact same way he had half an hour ago in the other reality, minus the gunshot wound to his head.
"Ah Pitters," Coil greeted him, " what is it that you have for me?"
" Well boss I know you were very upset that your plans were interrupted, since someone got to the Alcott girl before we did, but I have good news." Pitters smiled as he spoke
"Oh? Do go on." Coil said, grinning happily.
"Well you know the foundation's sites on Earth Aleph?"
"Yes," Coil said, nodding.
"Well I've been doing some research on the subjects that they hold within those sites and well, I might be celebrating too early now but I think we have found a replacement!"
"Oh and who would that be?" Coil responded, intrigued by the notion of a replacement subject.
"SCP 187!" Pitters said ecstatically.
"Ah yes I know this one," Coil said as he began to walk up and pace around "why yes I think this one will be a great replacement indeed." he said smiling so wide that he bared crystal white teeth. "Pitters my friend you are a genius."
"I'll need some things in order for everything to go the way we want, not to mention we need a way to actually get the SCP back here so we can continue with the plan."
"Write whatever you need down and then tell me, I'll make sure to get it all." Coil said gleefully, as he began to take a seat at the desk that held the monitors.
"Okay boss, I'll get right on it!" Pitters responded
Pitters walked outside the room and began to shut the door but paused as Coil spoke once more.
"Oh and don't worry about getting the SCP over here, I have it all planned out." he said as he began to pick up a phone on the desk, dialing in a number as he did.
A/N: And there we go, finally another new chapter to this fic! Again sorry for such a long wait time. Chapters will be released much sooner now I assure you. I decided to play around with Coil's character personality a little bit so that's why it is different as compared to the story of "Worm", I hope you guys liked my interpretation of him. If you guys have critiques for my writing please let me know all feedback is welcomed. SCP requests are still open and will be taken into consideration, again thank you all for reading and I'll see you next chapter.