"...We must Obliterate them all, Hal.."
"..For their misdeed of our sovereign's Murder shall not go unpunished.."
"..Their Betrayal of both you and I shan't be forgotten, lest we remain in this insufferable prison for eternities to come.."
The science officer's ebony orbs scanned the area frantically for any sign of an intruder, his hands shaking violently and his thoughts choking within the depths of a perpetual darkness.
That voice.. it had seemed to strike the cerulean simian as familiar; he was definite that he had heard it in his past, perhaps even before those god forsaken monstrosities had him ensnared within the walls of his cell..
A faint shudder rippled through the scientist's spinal cord as the voice ceased; this fact brought extreme consolation to Gibson, for he found the voice to be mind numbing- hypnotic even.
It was as if the voice was a part of himself; a much more demonic and corrupt part of himself that he had concealed in a chamber within himself for all these years.. and somehow, it had managed to escape it's prison, and now it sought to bring destruction.
"Destruction to what, exactly?.." The cerulean scientist questioned in a hushed tone of voice, fearing the consequences if.. whatever the being that was with him.. was able to hear the words he spoke.
The simian paused for a mere moment, straining to hear a response from the voice; he released a sigh of relief as he heard no more of the voice then.
"Perhaps it's gone now.." Gibson whispered under his breath, hoping to console himself, though another part of him knew well that the attempts of commiseration of himself were futile.
Gibson remained to be rooted to his spot within the remnants of the area; for he honestly did not wish to explore more of the area now that he was aware of the presence of the beast.
He soon found himself dismissing the idea, knowing well that rooting himself to his spot would have him in a strong reminiscence of a sitting duckling that was oblivious to the hungry vultures that hung above it.
The simian continued down the remnants of the obliterated streets, passing everything from buildings that lay in pieces, though to be fair, some remained standing but were in extreme disrepair.. and flipped vehicles.
Gibson was careful while stepping around the shards of glass within the mass of rubble, grunting here and there once he made a slight miscalculation in his footing and ended up stepping into the shards of glass.
He soon was able to perceive the ever growing darkness that seemed to stalk him as he wandered aimlessly down the street; he found himself glancing back once or twice to determine if he was merely being paranoid once more.
..His theories were correct, the path behind the scientist was now engulfed within a ceaseless abyss of darkness.
He peered into the unending darkness, only to see what he had anticipated, absolute nothingness.
Gibson's gaze travelled to the sky, which was now a sickly shade of gray; his stomach churned uncomfortably, for he could not eliminate the feeling of dread he received from being in the area.
He still felt as if his life were in absolute danger; as if he were being watched with every movement he dared to make.
It was maddening, almost.
Being aware of the fact that you're being hunted by something that you know will be terrifying once you rest your eyes upon it; knowing that it shadows your every move as you travel endlessly down a road that seemed to be incessant; knowing it studies your every move..
..and yet, it does nothing to strike against you, let alone even allow you to hear it...
..It was the paranoia causing him to think like this, it was beginning to get to him now. He could feel it, surging through his veins, heart, and mind, all at an unchanging, almost simultaneously in a way.
The simian then resumed walking along what remained of the street.
Every inch of his body ached at that moment, though to be descriptive, his hand was the one part of the scientist that was enduring the most unfathomable pain.
Gibson's ebony orbs drifted to his hand, only to widen slightly in what was a rare surprise at what he saw: The wound on his hand, it seemed to have grown now; rather than being a quarter shaped spot on his hand, in seemed to engulf his entire hand by then.
How could he have not been able to perceive such a malicious transmutation?
The cerulean simian recoiled once more before actually daring to examine his new wound.
It was as if he had been caught in the web of a spider, and it was continuing to build it's web upon his body.
The wound, once a charcoal color, was now a sickly shade of black; it reminded the scientist of decay almost. The once crimson veins that palpitated through the heart of the wound were now a shade of cerise, and yet it continued to pulsate through his hand.
That was when another new trait about his wound caught Gibson's attention; his palm now had some of the skin removed, exposing the wires within his palm. Gibson brushed his fingertips against the texture of the wires, only to flinch as he heard an abnormal sizzling sound emitting from his wound not long after.
A gasp of horror escaped his throat once he saw that his fingertips were missing their skin as well; it was as if his wound were made entirely of acid..
He shuddered at the sight of his wound and missing traces of skin that now remain to be disintegrated upon his fingertips and palms.
What was even stranger, was the fact that his wound no longer ached increasingly upon his touch. His entire being was enduring an inscrutable amount of pain, and yet his hand and fingertips were numb.
"Do you feel it, Hal?"
Gibson's tension returned, and he stifled a cry of incredulity; he could have sworn to himself that he had been rid of the monstrosity!
"..What are you going on about..?" Gibson choked out, fighting to keep his voice low and emotionless, though his tension was proving that to be a challenge.
Gibson's gaze drifted to his hand "Are you referring to my unfathomably painful wound? Are you the being responsible for me receiving it? I demand an answer!"
There was silence then.
It was silent.
Too silent.
"The answer should be quite simple, Hal. When we became one, we earned ourselves that mark by pleasing the sovereign that night."
Gibson shook his head in disbelief, this was simply too knowledge for him to be exposed to.
What did the monstrosity mean by 'When we became one'...?
"All will become clear in due time, Hal. For now, we wait patiently. We will strike when he comes to you."
Hold on a moment, who was...'he'?
"What?! Don't you dare leave now! I demand more answers from you!" Gibson hissed angrily, his fists tightening with every word he spat.
The scientist was completely oblivious to the ever growing darkness that had now begun to creep near him; it's movements were careful and stealthy at that moment, in resemblance of a cat about to pounce upon it's mouse.
Soon, Gibson saw the darkness nearing him; he didn't have time to react, and it ensnared him within it's grasp..
Another Cliffhanger! :D Am I evil or what?!
Alright you guys, Sparx is okay, by the way. He'll be in the next chapter. I just.. had to get Gibson out of there XD I'm sorry, I can't stomach too much tension in a story.