Terrance Hillman whistled happily as he walked through his heavily secured warehouse. Ajacent to his compound, this is where his people tested genetic, viral and just down right nasty biological war fare.
With a swipe of an ID card, Hillman let himself into the one thing he treasured most. The door was guarded by 2 men with very large machine guns. This was 1/20th of the men he had situated around his prized possession.
This is where he held Ellis Duban's 'Beast'. The monstrous steel demon made specifically to slow bleed its victims. It was symbolic, almost. Arms outstretched, the crown at the top that secured the victim's head...it was almost like a cruxifiction in his back yard. It almost made him giggle.
'Mr. Hillman?'
He turned and looked at the guard that had followed him in. The guard was checking his wrist panel, wirelessly connected to the main guard console.
'They have your guest up front.'
Ahh, Mr. Kyle Evans. Snoopy, drunk, annoying Mr. Evans. 'Right, why don't you bring him here?'
The guard nodded, 'Immediately, sir.' He typed in commands to his computer panel and then took a step back, exiting the room without turning his back on his boss. No one turned their back on Terrance Hillman. Not Marthinus T. Steyn, not Duibne Industries, not the United States government.
Terrance Hillman, other than balding, had a serious god complex. He wagered Ellis would be a fitting accomplice in crime. He only wished he could find her to ask. Of course if she said no, he'd have his first victim for the beast.
It was clearly a win-win situation.
There is no little light.
Kyle was thoroughly disappointed with recent limo models that were being put out. Although spacious, for the most part, he had to suffer the indignity of being in the trunk of a vehicle without the light on. Was that so much to ask? One little light?
The limo came to a screeching halt that threw him against the rear of the trunk, bumping his knees. 'God...damnit', he growled through gritted teeth. Suddenly it moved again, this time slowly and he heard the distinct sound of water. He wasn't sure why he was trying to remember, it's not like he'd lead the FBI back to the place. He'll be lucky if he makes it out alive.
Again the car screeched, sending him to the rear. He heard distinct laughing from inside the limo and again he gritted his teeth. More time passed and he felt the car slow down, giving himself time to brace himself, only this time it didn't stop fully. He heard a mechanical noise and then the limo sped up but only a little. Must've been a gate.
Several turns and speed bumps later, the limo stopped and shut off its engine. He twisted to lay on his back as he waited for the trunk to open.
One hour later, it still hadn't opened and just when the urge to urinate started getting to be annoying, the trunk lid was flung opened by someone who did not appreciate his job of taking the annoying newspaper man out of the trunk of the limo.
'Whoa.' Kyle exclaimed as the man, who could be accurately described as gigantic, pulled him out of the trunk with one hand firmly wrapped around his turtle neck. The next thing he saw was another accurately described gigantic gun in his face. It waved for him to move in the direction of a warehouse.
Terrance Hillman
18 years ago
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
This was so bad.
This was, of course, not Kyle's first thought about the situation he was in at the moment. Being in the trunk was bad enough but being surrounded by what seemed like a small third world country's entire army was making his spidey sense tingle, so to speak. This was much larger than the death of an assistant district attorney or Duibne being threatened with a hostile take over.
No, this was at least page 6 news, in front of the coupons.
He was shoved quickly through several rooms, down long hallways and past about a army sized amount of small arms. Finally he came to the same 2 machine gunned armed door that Hillman had passed through.
Kyle was unceremoniously grabbed and pushed through the door that led into a dimly lit room. Standing in the center, in front of a covered platform was Hillman. He was smiling.
Yeah, this wasn't going to be good.
This was, of course, not Kyle's first thought about the situation he was in at the moment. Being in the trunk was bad enough but being surrounded by what seemed like a small third world country's entire army was making his spidey sense tingle, so to speak. This was much larger than the death of an assistant district attorney or Duibne being threatened with a hostile take over.
No, this was at least page 6 news, in front of the coupons.
He was shoved quickly through several rooms, down long hallways and past about a army sized amount of small arms. Finally he came to the same 2 machine gunned armed door that Hillman had passed through.
Kyle was unceremoniously grabbed and pushed through the door that led into a dimly lit room. Standing in the center, in front of a covered platform was Hillman. He was smiling.
Yeah, this wasn't going to be good.
Terrance Hillman
18 years ago
Yes, this was going to be good.
Terrance resisted the urge to rub his hands together as he stood inside the room waiting on Kyle Evans. The monster before him, even covered, was enormous. He reached out and touched the black fabric covering the Beast. It was perfect. Marthinus and his Duibne team had done such a fantastic job on the creation. Terrance was filled to the brim with glee as he put his hand on the beast, feeling the cold metal beneath the material.
The money and men involved into procuring Ellis' prized posession was well worth it. This machine, in the hands of some, was priceless. On the open market, as open as it could be, it would fetch...Terrance sighed happily. So deep in concentration that he did not notice Kyle being flung into the room behind him. His head guard stood at his shoulder for a few moments before he realized he was there.
'Mr. Evans,' he said without turning. 'I hope you realize how lucky you are.' His voice sounded wistful and filled with affection. 'You're about to be witness to the farming of a species.'
Terrance put both hands on the material and smiled wide. He pulled on the cloth and it slipped off the metal like water, cascading down in layers to the floor, revealing the 9 foot tall demon Ellis dubbed, rather truthfully, as the beast.
Yes, this was going to be glorious.
Terrance resisted the urge to rub his hands together as he stood inside the room waiting on Kyle Evans. The monster before him, even covered, was enormous. He reached out and touched the black fabric covering the Beast. It was perfect. Marthinus and his Duibne team had done such a fantastic job on the creation. Terrance was filled to the brim with glee as he put his hand on the beast, feeling the cold metal beneath the material.
The money and men involved into procuring Ellis' prized posession was well worth it. This machine, in the hands of some, was priceless. On the open market, as open as it could be, it would fetch...Terrance sighed happily. So deep in concentration that he did not notice Kyle being flung into the room behind him. His head guard stood at his shoulder for a few moments before he realized he was there.
'Mr. Evans,' he said without turning. 'I hope you realize how lucky you are.' His voice sounded wistful and filled with affection. 'You're about to be witness to the farming of a species.'
Terrance put both hands on the material and smiled wide. He pulled on the cloth and it slipped off the metal like water, cascading down in layers to the floor, revealing the 9 foot tall demon Ellis dubbed, rather truthfully, as the beast.
Yes, this was going to be glorious.
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
What in the fuck was that?
Kyle's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at this huge metal contraption that had Hillman creaming his Versace slacks. It was fucking huge and had more chrome than a 57 mustang. His expression changed from surprise to digust to confusion. He looked around, watching the other guards stare up at the metal monster, all in awe.
What the fuck was that?
He kept wondering that as he took a step closer. He stood next to Hillman who didn't even seem to notice him. Kyle's eyes started at the three foot base to a flat plank that was set at a nintey degree angle. There were arms outstretched with brush metal clamps at the middle and down at the edges. His eyes fell on the plastic tubing stretching from the center piece and the metal clamps. That was meant for...someone.
Oh shit.
Kyle broke out into a sweat till he realized what Hillman had said. A farming of a species. Why would he farm humans?
Oh. Shit.
'They're real,' he mumbled out loud. They. He was trying to wrap his mind around what he had just said out loud. They were real and this...thing...was meant for them.
Just then floor beneath them made a series of loud noises, like gears underneath were being manuvered. He jumped as the floor and everyone in the room started to decend into a lower level.
The floor's descent quickened as they passed four sub levels and slowed as it reached its destination. Kyle looked over at Hillman who was now looking at him with a strange smile.
'Hillman,' Kyle asked, suddenly more frightened than he had ever been in his life. 'What have you done?'
Kyle's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at this huge metal contraption that had Hillman creaming his Versace slacks. It was fucking huge and had more chrome than a 57 mustang. His expression changed from surprise to digust to confusion. He looked around, watching the other guards stare up at the metal monster, all in awe.
What the fuck was that?
He kept wondering that as he took a step closer. He stood next to Hillman who didn't even seem to notice him. Kyle's eyes started at the three foot base to a flat plank that was set at a nintey degree angle. There were arms outstretched with brush metal clamps at the middle and down at the edges. His eyes fell on the plastic tubing stretching from the center piece and the metal clamps. That was meant for...someone.
Oh shit.
Kyle broke out into a sweat till he realized what Hillman had said. A farming of a species. Why would he farm humans?
Oh. Shit.
'They're real,' he mumbled out loud. They. He was trying to wrap his mind around what he had just said out loud. They were real and this...thing...was meant for them.
Just then floor beneath them made a series of loud noises, like gears underneath were being manuvered. He jumped as the floor and everyone in the room started to decend into a lower level.
The floor's descent quickened as they passed four sub levels and slowed as it reached its destination. Kyle looked over at Hillman who was now looking at him with a strange smile.
'Hillman,' Kyle asked, suddenly more frightened than he had ever been in his life. 'What have you done?'
Terrance Hillman
18 years ago
Terrance enjoyed making people feel uncomfortable. Ever since he was old enough to understand that some people have that affect on other people. That one could mold events in their favor, simply by using someone's discomfort against them. And right now Kyle Evans was very uncomfortable. Inwardly he shrugged, Evans wanted something to write about, he'd give him something good to write about then.
Not that he was getting out of this place alive.
'Sadly, I'm not responsible for this atrocity. This stain on the human fabric belongs to someone else. Someone who I hope you get to meet very soon. Someone who'd make me look like Mister Rogers.' He circled the beast as he spoke about it, giving it his full attention.
'This is what we call 'The Beast'. It was created by Duibne Industries which actually isn't a medical research facility. Well, they research but not for the betterment of man kind. Duibne is an old family business but it's recent incarnation is the brainchild of Marthinus T. Steyn, the current CEO. His company, in all actuality, researches for bio weaponry and genetic cloning.' He peered around the beast and looked at Kyle, 'That's the bad kind of cloning, by the way.'
He kept his eye on Kyle as he circled around the back of the metal monster, the look on Evans face spurring him on. 'Duibne has been lobbying to legalize blood synthesizing, thus putting blood banks out of business. Although their reasons are not humanitarian. It's financial and quite illegal. They are dealing with an illegal drug that is out on the black market. You may have heard of it, although you don't travel in the circles that these drugs are prevalent in.' Hillman came full circle, back in front of Kyle and picked at his fingernail.
'This illegal drug is for the insanely rich and it's called Eternity. Have you heard of it?'
Not that he was getting out of this place alive.
'Sadly, I'm not responsible for this atrocity. This stain on the human fabric belongs to someone else. Someone who I hope you get to meet very soon. Someone who'd make me look like Mister Rogers.' He circled the beast as he spoke about it, giving it his full attention.
'This is what we call 'The Beast'. It was created by Duibne Industries which actually isn't a medical research facility. Well, they research but not for the betterment of man kind. Duibne is an old family business but it's recent incarnation is the brainchild of Marthinus T. Steyn, the current CEO. His company, in all actuality, researches for bio weaponry and genetic cloning.' He peered around the beast and looked at Kyle, 'That's the bad kind of cloning, by the way.'
He kept his eye on Kyle as he circled around the back of the metal monster, the look on Evans face spurring him on. 'Duibne has been lobbying to legalize blood synthesizing, thus putting blood banks out of business. Although their reasons are not humanitarian. It's financial and quite illegal. They are dealing with an illegal drug that is out on the black market. You may have heard of it, although you don't travel in the circles that these drugs are prevalent in.' Hillman came full circle, back in front of Kyle and picked at his fingernail.
'This illegal drug is for the insanely rich and it's called Eternity. Have you heard of it?'
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
'No, I haven't.' And that surprised Kyle. As a reporter he was privy to more seedy underbelly information than most people could even dream about. Eternity, however, had escaped him and he knew why...he just hadn't realized it yet.
Suddenly two guards grabbed him by the arms. He tried pushing back, away from the Beast but instead they shoved him to the side, much to his confusion. Suddenly another door opened and in came the Beast's lunch.
Kyle was held securely by the guards as they kicked at what looked like a young man in his twenties. With bleached blonde hair, the kid had his arms strapped back at an akward angle and were clamped together by a metal tubing that cut into his biceps. The blonde's arms were pulled back so far they seemed to defy the normal range of the shoulder's joint and they were clamped together at the wrists with a shiny, claw like cuff. The prisoner turned on his side and did something that caught Kyle completely off guard.
The blonde turned with liquid speed and snapped its jaws at the guard closest to him, which garnered him another kick to the ribs. Kyle could see two perfectly white fangs.
Suddenly two guards grabbed him by the arms. He tried pushing back, away from the Beast but instead they shoved him to the side, much to his confusion. Suddenly another door opened and in came the Beast's lunch.
Kyle was held securely by the guards as they kicked at what looked like a young man in his twenties. With bleached blonde hair, the kid had his arms strapped back at an akward angle and were clamped together by a metal tubing that cut into his biceps. The blonde's arms were pulled back so far they seemed to defy the normal range of the shoulder's joint and they were clamped together at the wrists with a shiny, claw like cuff. The prisoner turned on his side and did something that caught Kyle completely off guard.
The blonde turned with liquid speed and snapped its jaws at the guard closest to him, which garnered him another kick to the ribs. Kyle could see two perfectly white fangs.
Terrance Hillman
18 years ago
Hillman started to laugh, catching the attention of blonde who turned fully toward him and Kyle.
'HILLMAN YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED ME!' Distracted, the guards grabbed the skinny blonde by the arms and legs and carried him towards the Beast, spiting and hissing the entire way.
With glittering eyes Hillman watched the blonde spit and curse, screaming about promises that were obviously meant to be broken. Another guard came close with something in his hand. Hillman smiled broadly as the thing in the guards hand turned into a fifty thousand volt stun stick and beat the blonde profusely with it till he he stopped moving.
Moaning, they took off the clawed clamps and picked up his limp body, placing it in the Beast's cradle. Mumbingly pitifully, Hillman had to climb up on the platform to hear him.
'She'll...find you, Terrance.' A half, weak grin crossed the blonde's face. 'Find you...and...when she...does...' Hillman wasn't prepared for what happened next, but he reached out and lifted his head, weak and tired. The guards strapped the blonde's arms with the clamp and took his head out of Hillman's hands, covering it with another metal clamp that covered his eyes. Hillman watched the blonde struggle but with a clear voice, said aloud.
'My death doesn't even compare. Even the devil will weep for you.'
Suddenly, Hillman felt uncomfortable.
'HILLMAN YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED ME!' Distracted, the guards grabbed the skinny blonde by the arms and legs and carried him towards the Beast, spiting and hissing the entire way.
With glittering eyes Hillman watched the blonde spit and curse, screaming about promises that were obviously meant to be broken. Another guard came close with something in his hand. Hillman smiled broadly as the thing in the guards hand turned into a fifty thousand volt stun stick and beat the blonde profusely with it till he he stopped moving.
Moaning, they took off the clawed clamps and picked up his limp body, placing it in the Beast's cradle. Mumbingly pitifully, Hillman had to climb up on the platform to hear him.
'She'll...find you, Terrance.' A half, weak grin crossed the blonde's face. 'Find you...and...when she...does...' Hillman wasn't prepared for what happened next, but he reached out and lifted his head, weak and tired. The guards strapped the blonde's arms with the clamp and took his head out of Hillman's hands, covering it with another metal clamp that covered his eyes. Hillman watched the blonde struggle but with a clear voice, said aloud.
'My death doesn't even compare. Even the devil will weep for you.'
Suddenly, Hillman felt uncomfortable.
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Kyle watched the guards contain the hissing vampire and strap him to the machine. They strapped the metal clamps and he listened to the exchange between Hillman and the vampire.
'Wait...what are they doing?'
No one answered Kyle as the guards and Hillman stepped back.
'Hillman, what are they doing?' Hillman refused to look at Kyle.
The next group to step forward were men in lab coats. Kyle's mouth dropped open as they stood on the platform and grabbed the plastic tubing.
'Wait a second,' he took a step forward and a guard grabbed him back. 'WHAT ARE THEY DOING?' Kyle yelled into the guards face who looked at him stoicly. The labcoats were pretty obvious, especially when they produced large intravenous needles from their pockets. Kyle watched the men discard the protective wrapping from the IV needles. He then had an odd thought as he watched the plastic wrappers fall to the ground. Did Hillman have another group of men come and clean up the mess? Oh probably after ALL THE BLOOD IS DRAINED.
'HILLMAN, WHAT THE FUCK?'
The vampire groaned as the men the labcoats inserted the IV needles, all five of them. One from the left and the other four leading into a large container. One of the men looked at Hillman who nodded.
The scientist said, 'These four leads drain the subjects blood into the container and is mixed in with preservatives, much like drawing natural human blood.'
Natural human blood, Kyle thought.
He continued, 'Usually there is a blood supply that maintains the vampire's life and it connects to that single IV tube to the left, but in this case...'. The scientist shrugged and turned on the machine.
Kyle watched in horror as the blood was drained out of the vampire. It's entire body stiffened as the suction from the needles was increased by one of the other scientists who had started to explain the normal procedure of balancing out the exporting of the blood in relation to the importing of it and normally they would be drugged during the entire thing.
'FOR GOD'S SAKES, SHUT UP!' Kyle yelled. He felt his stomach lurch as the vampire started to fight against the restraints. The vampire's facial features became sunken, his skin turning pale. The urge to vomit over took him and he bent over, throwing up his earlier dinner. He thought of Mai and Aishe suddenly. Mai, so young but so not. 'Oh god,' he thought, vomiting again. The guards held him by his arms, but shoved him back as he threw up.
Kyle lay crumbled at the foot of the machine. He could hear the vampire screaching now, its body shaking in the shackles of the machine. They were draining it dry and this one was only the beginning. He had been right, all along. Kyle was suddenly sad, having discovered the truth, only to know that its end was quite possibly coming very soon.
'Wait...what are they doing?'
No one answered Kyle as the guards and Hillman stepped back.
'Hillman, what are they doing?' Hillman refused to look at Kyle.
The next group to step forward were men in lab coats. Kyle's mouth dropped open as they stood on the platform and grabbed the plastic tubing.
'Wait a second,' he took a step forward and a guard grabbed him back. 'WHAT ARE THEY DOING?' Kyle yelled into the guards face who looked at him stoicly. The labcoats were pretty obvious, especially when they produced large intravenous needles from their pockets. Kyle watched the men discard the protective wrapping from the IV needles. He then had an odd thought as he watched the plastic wrappers fall to the ground. Did Hillman have another group of men come and clean up the mess? Oh probably after ALL THE BLOOD IS DRAINED.
'HILLMAN, WHAT THE FUCK?'
The vampire groaned as the men the labcoats inserted the IV needles, all five of them. One from the left and the other four leading into a large container. One of the men looked at Hillman who nodded.
The scientist said, 'These four leads drain the subjects blood into the container and is mixed in with preservatives, much like drawing natural human blood.'
Natural human blood, Kyle thought.
He continued, 'Usually there is a blood supply that maintains the vampire's life and it connects to that single IV tube to the left, but in this case...'. The scientist shrugged and turned on the machine.
Kyle watched in horror as the blood was drained out of the vampire. It's entire body stiffened as the suction from the needles was increased by one of the other scientists who had started to explain the normal procedure of balancing out the exporting of the blood in relation to the importing of it and normally they would be drugged during the entire thing.
'FOR GOD'S SAKES, SHUT UP!' Kyle yelled. He felt his stomach lurch as the vampire started to fight against the restraints. The vampire's facial features became sunken, his skin turning pale. The urge to vomit over took him and he bent over, throwing up his earlier dinner. He thought of Mai and Aishe suddenly. Mai, so young but so not. 'Oh god,' he thought, vomiting again. The guards held him by his arms, but shoved him back as he threw up.
Kyle lay crumbled at the foot of the machine. He could hear the vampire screaching now, its body shaking in the shackles of the machine. They were draining it dry and this one was only the beginning. He had been right, all along. Kyle was suddenly sad, having discovered the truth, only to know that its end was quite possibly coming very soon.
Terrance Hillman
18 years ago
Terrance watched the vampire suffer as every last drop was drained from its body. Its gums shriveled, exposing even more of its fangs. His skin had paled and wrinkled and he could feel its pain radiating out. He put his hand up, signaling the scientist at the machine.
'Turn it off.'
The scientist looked at him curiously. 'He's still alive.'
Terrance stepped back on the platform. 'I know,' he said quietly. He reached up and pulled the beast's crown piece back, exposing the vampires eyes. There wasn't enough ego in the world to prevent him from stepping back at the sight.
The vampire's eyes were sunken in and colorless but they rolled around, as if searching for something to focus on. Its mouth gaped open like a fish out of water, indeed on its last minutes of life. The veins on its face were raised and pulsing weakly. Suddenly, Terrance smiled. He leaned in close and whispered into the vampire's ear.
'Can you think of any other suffering that is worse than this?' He giggled. 'I really can't think of any. Can you?'
The scientist looked at Hillman, his mouth slightly open. 'Mr. Hillman?' He put his hand on the machine's controls.
Hillman flicked his eyes over at the scientist. He was weak, Terrance thought. He raised his eyebrows and straightened. 'In a minute.' Just then the vampire turned its head, its eyes focusing in on Hillman. Something was happening to it. Bits of ash broke off its skin near the beast's clamps. Then, with a final sigh, the vampire crumbled into burning embers. The ashes fell to the floor and onto Hillman's shoes. He stepped back down and looked at Kyle who was busy being sick.
'That's not even the best part, Mr. Evans.' He nodded to a guard who walked next to Hillman and pulled out his nine millimeter gun. 'This is the best part.'
And with that, the guard shot Kyle four times in the chest.
'Turn it off.'
The scientist looked at him curiously. 'He's still alive.'
Terrance stepped back on the platform. 'I know,' he said quietly. He reached up and pulled the beast's crown piece back, exposing the vampires eyes. There wasn't enough ego in the world to prevent him from stepping back at the sight.
The vampire's eyes were sunken in and colorless but they rolled around, as if searching for something to focus on. Its mouth gaped open like a fish out of water, indeed on its last minutes of life. The veins on its face were raised and pulsing weakly. Suddenly, Terrance smiled. He leaned in close and whispered into the vampire's ear.
'Can you think of any other suffering that is worse than this?' He giggled. 'I really can't think of any. Can you?'
The scientist looked at Hillman, his mouth slightly open. 'Mr. Hillman?' He put his hand on the machine's controls.
Hillman flicked his eyes over at the scientist. He was weak, Terrance thought. He raised his eyebrows and straightened. 'In a minute.' Just then the vampire turned its head, its eyes focusing in on Hillman. Something was happening to it. Bits of ash broke off its skin near the beast's clamps. Then, with a final sigh, the vampire crumbled into burning embers. The ashes fell to the floor and onto Hillman's shoes. He stepped back down and looked at Kyle who was busy being sick.
'That's not even the best part, Mr. Evans.' He nodded to a guard who walked next to Hillman and pulled out his nine millimeter gun. 'This is the best part.'
And with that, the guard shot Kyle four times in the chest.
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Ok so it was Blade that got it right, not Anne Rice.
That thought crossed Kyle's mind as he stood and watched the vampire crumble into ashes. He hadn't even noticed that the guard had moved next to Hillman and had his gun out until he felt the first bullet pass through him, obliterating his left kidney. The next three bullets came quickly, the last severing his spinal cord as his knees went numb and he fell to the ground backwards.
As he laid there, not feeling anything from the waist down but being very aware of blood oozing out of his back, he wondered why he didn't see this coming. He had just witnessed the death of a vampire. He'd kick himself but he couldn't feel his legs. Kyle started to laugh, causing blood to spatter out of his mouth and a drop fell into his eye. He winced at the stinging but then laughed again.
The scientist walked over to him and knelt down, checking him. 'He'll be dead soon.'
Kyle looked at the scientist. He was fairly certain that was obvious as he choked on his own blood. Suddenly he could hear the beating of his heart and it terrified him. It was loud in his ears, thumping in his brain. He shut his eyes and jerked away at the sudden touch of someone. Again, it was the scientist, holding something in his hands and looking across at someone at his eye level. Turning his head, Kyle saw Hillman knelt down next to him. His mouth was moving but Kyle couldn't hear what he was saying.
He felt the scientist grab his arm and again he turned and saw the man holding a large syringe with something blackish red in the chamber. Then the two men started to argue, albeit calmly, then suddenly they were done. Granted Kyle just assumed they were since the scientist took the syringe and plunged the rather lethal looking needle directly into his heart, ruining a perfectly good turtleneck.
That thought crossed Kyle's mind as he stood and watched the vampire crumble into ashes. He hadn't even noticed that the guard had moved next to Hillman and had his gun out until he felt the first bullet pass through him, obliterating his left kidney. The next three bullets came quickly, the last severing his spinal cord as his knees went numb and he fell to the ground backwards.
As he laid there, not feeling anything from the waist down but being very aware of blood oozing out of his back, he wondered why he didn't see this coming. He had just witnessed the death of a vampire. He'd kick himself but he couldn't feel his legs. Kyle started to laugh, causing blood to spatter out of his mouth and a drop fell into his eye. He winced at the stinging but then laughed again.
The scientist walked over to him and knelt down, checking him. 'He'll be dead soon.'
Kyle looked at the scientist. He was fairly certain that was obvious as he choked on his own blood. Suddenly he could hear the beating of his heart and it terrified him. It was loud in his ears, thumping in his brain. He shut his eyes and jerked away at the sudden touch of someone. Again, it was the scientist, holding something in his hands and looking across at someone at his eye level. Turning his head, Kyle saw Hillman knelt down next to him. His mouth was moving but Kyle couldn't hear what he was saying.
He felt the scientist grab his arm and again he turned and saw the man holding a large syringe with something blackish red in the chamber. Then the two men started to argue, albeit calmly, then suddenly they were done. Granted Kyle just assumed they were since the scientist took the syringe and plunged the rather lethal looking needle directly into his heart, ruining a perfectly good turtleneck.
Terrance Hillman
18 years ago
Terrance stood over Kyle and laughed. 'Well now, he did not see that coming, did he?' He watched the now blood covered reporter writhe on the floor in pain. He gave Evans a quick kick in shin but the man didn't flinch. 'Ooh, nice shot Williams. Did some nerve damage.' He looked up and winked at the stoic faced guard.
'He'll be dead soon.'
Kneeling down, he smiled. 'Let him go a little bit, just so he knows.'
'Mr. Hillman I signed up for the research, not the torture.'
Rolling his eyes he looked at the scientist and scowled. This was his top man or else he'd have a bullet between his eyes lickety split. With a shrug, Hillman consented. 'Fine fine.'
The scientist plunged the needle into Evans heart, causing a reaction so violent and sudden that Terrance almost fell back. Instead, he stood and took a step back as Kyle Evans began to scream.
'He'll be dead soon.'
Kneeling down, he smiled. 'Let him go a little bit, just so he knows.'
'Mr. Hillman I signed up for the research, not the torture.'
Rolling his eyes he looked at the scientist and scowled. This was his top man or else he'd have a bullet between his eyes lickety split. With a shrug, Hillman consented. 'Fine fine.'
The scientist plunged the needle into Evans heart, causing a reaction so violent and sudden that Terrance almost fell back. Instead, he stood and took a step back as Kyle Evans began to scream.
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Kyle wasn't sure what was worse, feeling his spinal cord break or feeling it reconnected. The pain shot through his legs like a lightning bolt, that was of course after the scientist withdrew the large syringe from the depths of his heart. It was like a car jumpstarting, coughing and sputtering to life. His back arched and he let out a howl so pathetic and so gut wenching that it caught him off guard. He could feel the inside of his body, repairing itself...there was no other word for it. The cramps from the movement inside him were unbearable.
He twisted and writhed on the floor, causing the other's to back away. He opened his eyes and saw nothing but bright flashes, like from a camera bulb. The ground started to move and he grabbed onto the slick steel surface. The anaology, 'grabbing onto the grass to keep from falling' occured to him and he grinned. Kyle turned his head and realized that he was being dragged, by his foot, away from the beast.
He caught the blood trail he was leaving on the ground and thought to himself, 'someone's going to have to clean that up', and then passed out.
((ooc Kyle out - continues in Tacharan Event))
He twisted and writhed on the floor, causing the other's to back away. He opened his eyes and saw nothing but bright flashes, like from a camera bulb. The ground started to move and he grabbed onto the slick steel surface. The anaology, 'grabbing onto the grass to keep from falling' occured to him and he grinned. Kyle turned his head and realized that he was being dragged, by his foot, away from the beast.
He caught the blood trail he was leaving on the ground and thought to himself, 'someone's going to have to clean that up', and then passed out.
((ooc Kyle out - continues in Tacharan Event))
Officer
18 years ago
Officer Williams holstered his gun slowly as he watched the effects of the vampire blood drug take affect on the reporter. His eyes narrowed with displaced glee. When Evans had begun to scream, he chuckled softly.
Officer Williams is what most people would call...unbalanced. Which is why Hillman employed him in the first place. Remorseless and follows orders without compunction. This was Williams and he enjoyed his job.
SCREECH.
Williams turned his head to the shoulder radio and responded. The message that came through was odd, to say the least. He thought for a moment and then turned to Mr. Hillman.
'Ellis Duban is on the property and is here to see you.'
Truth be told, Williams had wanted to meet Duban for quite some time. He was Hillman's highest ranking officer but never had the fortune to meet the vampire queen. He woke up this evening thinking, this would be a good day. He now knew he was correct.
He rarely ever was not.
Officer Williams is what most people would call...unbalanced. Which is why Hillman employed him in the first place. Remorseless and follows orders without compunction. This was Williams and he enjoyed his job.
SCREECH.
Williams turned his head to the shoulder radio and responded. The message that came through was odd, to say the least. He thought for a moment and then turned to Mr. Hillman.
'Ellis Duban is on the property and is here to see you.'
Truth be told, Williams had wanted to meet Duban for quite some time. He was Hillman's highest ranking officer but never had the fortune to meet the vampire queen. He woke up this evening thinking, this would be a good day. He now knew he was correct.
He rarely ever was not.
Terrance Hillman
18 years ago
'Ellis Duban is on the property and is here to see you.'
Hillman smiled. Ye gods were showering him with his laurels, he thought to himself. He was, however, saddened that he could not continue Evans writhing in pain on the floor, but with Ellis on the premises, things could only get better.
'Well escort her in then.' Hillman turned and fixed his tie as he headed towards the exit. 'Can't keep the guest of honor waiting. Oh.' He pointed towards Evans, 'Throw him into I2 for me? Ellis in I1.' He clapped his hands once and left.
((ooc - Hillman out - following up in the Tacharan event thread))
Hillman smiled. Ye gods were showering him with his laurels, he thought to himself. He was, however, saddened that he could not continue Evans writhing in pain on the floor, but with Ellis on the premises, things could only get better.
'Well escort her in then.' Hillman turned and fixed his tie as he headed towards the exit. 'Can't keep the guest of honor waiting. Oh.' He pointed towards Evans, 'Throw him into I2 for me? Ellis in I1.' He clapped his hands once and left.
((ooc - Hillman out - following up in the Tacharan event thread))
Officer
18 years ago
'Right, sir.' Williams watched Hillman exit the room and then turned to look at the still in pain Evans. Grabbing the reporter by the leg, he dragged him across the floor. I1 and I2 were the interrogation rooms, but they were much more than that. He wondered who Hillman would deal with first. The vampire bitch or the idiot reporter?
Williams hoped whichever was first, he'd be able to be left alone with the vampire. Since in his quarters, deep in his foot locker was a jar with a simple, worn label that read, 'Fangs'.
A smile cracked across Williams face.
Williams hoped whichever was first, he'd be able to be left alone with the vampire. Since in his quarters, deep in his foot locker was a jar with a simple, worn label that read, 'Fangs'.
A smile cracked across Williams face.