Post by abraxas marlowe on Sept 11, 2010 3:34:42 GMT -5
Abraxas Marlowe knew what he was, from that first second as his eyes fluttered open to the sickly, sterile white, his face cast in such gray, morgue tones; painted deathly shades of dirty shades of ivory as the flurorescent light above him flickered on and off, threatening to encase him in the very darkness that consumed him. There was no denying it, no resisting it, that he was no longer human, but now something better, yet worse in all it's own little ways.
A cold, heartless bastard, he had become the creature that haunted the minds of children and adults alike. He was a monster.
Before the legends of vampires and werewolves, though brought to terrifying life here on ivory, there existed another creature that preyed on the human population. It appeared along with the angels and demons, with adam and eve, and it lurked over the little mortals with it's teeth bared as it salivated at the thought of their sweet deaths. It was the shameless killer, so neautral and yet so evil, never discriminating on who it took. It was disease. Oh, the horrible ways it tiwsted and mangled their flesh brought a smile to Abraxas' face, his herat like stone to the fleshy creatures, just as any disease would have been; His hazel eyes seemed to scan over the clipboard that held all the information he would ever need, his name, his origin, his family. He had it all taken from him so fast, and while others would have been happy to leave the barren land of Alaska, he could only look upon it with fond memories that were fading away so swiftly. He was trying to miss him, he was trying to bring those tears he missed sp much to his eyes, but bloodlust lingered on his tongue as he imagined them rotting on the streets, their bodies merely a warning to all others. The Plague was back, and no one could escape it. It didn't care who you were, it was going to kill you. It didn't even have to be today, or ever. For the fear that breaks the peace of those little communities, thrown into a whirl by a simple little death, was just as delicious as any death that could grace an earth that practically begged to have it's population reduced. What did a few lives differ from a thousand in the grand scheme of things?
A thump in his side, as Abraxas was shoved inside. He didn't pay much attentuion to his surrounding anymore, or even try to fight the scientists attempts to subdue the disease; For they had a common goal, as it seemed to him, to bring death and destruction about the land. A crooked smile rippled across his bristled face as thoughts of sweet pestilence sweeped over the weak little humans that inhabited this earth so thouroughly. His ears rung, as he heard the scrape of rusty metal against metal, his ears screaming at him in protest against the noise. His hands cupped over his fragile ears, his back pressed to tarnished bars behind him, as he looked up at the man coated in hazmat that stood above him, frailing to look brave behind that mask of his. He could see it in his eyes, hidden by tinted goggles; The way his chest puffed, the way he jittered and shivered about in his very presence. His look, though just as ahteful as any other stare he gave to people, held no threat of violence. But fear was simply part of him; an unavoidable one.
But he wasn't alone in this torture, like he thought, as artificial lights flooded through the bars, this time tinted orange; once white, but now clouded with dirt and grime, merely hinting at the things that went on in the place. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, his world-weary eyes staring on, miles away from his surroundings as they sat, like dullen emeralds. He was thinking, as he often found himself lost in thought. But now, it was about the strange smell that stung his nostrisl, yet lured him in, like posion candy. The silhouette behind the scientists foot, that laid down, collapsed in a heap, her limbs contorted in a desperate attempt to find some sort of comfort in the hard, steel comfines of the rickety cell, even knowing their ride was almost over and the birds would be set free from their cage. as the artificial lights flooded out and were encased in complete darkness, he knew where they were as he stared on with dull, worldworn eyes, unaffected by all this. the swamp smell was apparent, and while it was the worst way to go through, atleast he was excaping that damned laboaratory. the elevator stopped, as the man in hazmat motioned for him to get off, hands trembling as he did. Abraxas' eyes remained fixated on the girl across from him, as the crickets chirped along with his breath, "Wake up.", he said, quietly, though this was a loose term with him.
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