Post by .No.502. on Mar 19, 2007 14:07:53 GMT -5
Somewhere locked within the hillsides surrounding the lake, the pristine silence was shattered by a hundred vengeful voices. Their cries were no longer silenced, the labs were no longer a prison for them.
Beneath some old hill, a forgotten old bomb shelter was hidden, betrayed only by its captives. Beneath the meters of earth, within the solid chambers of steel, every cage was left open. The rooms were bathed crimson with the alarm lights, white-clad researchers frantically bustled about. They hopelessly tried to repair the damage. They were not yet aware of the consequence of their work.
...
success
...
the simple concept was all the bulky black beast could comprehend. He associated it with the metallic tang of blood. The warm blood on his tongue was the true taste of glory, he had fulfilled his purpose.
The room was pure white. Charts and diagrams, timelines and data were all posted about him. The beast sat back on his haunches and observed them. They were indiscernible to him, however the blood spills intrigued him. He grinned, stretching his scarred face by the seams of his stitches. His grin twisted and curled in a mad expression of joy. And no greater joy existed than fulfillment of his purpose.
Bodies surrounded him. In the carnage he had forgotten whom he was after. Better safe than sorry. He killed them all. Each one. Little did he know, not only were his captors and creators dead, their client's representative was also dead by his hand. However, much to his irritance, one remained. His dull eyes rolled over the ceiling and his lips curled into a snarl. Above him, shivering fearfully, was a small, black creature. He could only see him for the contrast, but he knew him well. No. 502's counterpart clung desperately to the ceiling.
The little creature carried some light equipment, audio and video transmitters, directly connected to the client's headquarters for their observation. He was thusly equipped for his own purpose, spying. However his counterpart, who had apparently lost interest in him in moments, was a berserker of sorts.
The two remained here for some time, absorbing the happenings. No. 502 took a moment to realize that there was no one here to praise him. Were was his meal? He sighed with an ungrateful "humph" and snorted angrily. The little lizard creature above blinked and ran a green tongue over its larger eye, before chirping loudly and cheerfully. His larger counter part looked up at him grumpily, and followed his little body as he skittered across the ceiling towards the door. Lost and confused, the berserker had little else to do but follow. Was his meal waiting outside?
The door was closed and apparently locked. No. 568 chirped his most irate chirp and delivered a small shock to the lock system. Nothing. He chittered his best growl and tried again. The lock clicked, but the door didn't open. The berserker snarled and hurled his weight against it, throwing the heavy door out into the hallway at his expense. It didn't take long for his tender body to bruise, and his shoulder got the worst of it.
502 growled but weathered it easily, and 568 eagerly scaled the threshold and wandered into the hallway. His counterpart exited more cautiously, looking around at the curious red lights. He had been brought here in a dark cage, as had his small friend. However the little one seemed more aware of his surroundings, the larger of the two was very lost in the flood of lights and frantic bodies.
Humans and beasts crowded the hallways, scientists and guards hurriedly trying the pack creatures back into cages, and failing miserably.
Only the scientists knew, but the locks system was completely down, all doors were open, all specimens free. That was all they knew in this chaos; freedom.
Most of the poor creatures trapped in this labyrinth had never seen the light of day, and so few dared venture into it. The two greatest successes of the project, however, were just daring enough. A few others joined them, but each separated off into their own groups, and the pair were left alone again.
The thickbodied animal grudgingly allowed the little lizard to ride on his shoulder, which would have been precarious for its steepness if it weren't for the little creature's incredible grip, so his ride was confortable. The berserker's black skin absorbed the sunlight very well, and No. 568 enjoyed it, being cold blooded.
No. 502 shuffled along on his ape-walk, nearing a grove. The trees beckoned to him, the branches seemed to familiar and homey to him. Shade passed over his body as he came below the tree, No. 568 chirped at the unpleasant change, but went ignored. He leapt off his counterpart's shoulder into the leaves and scurried to the top. No. 502's large hands were much like a koala's, two fingers fused, with powerful grip and strong claws. He effortlessly pulled himself into the strong branches. His mind was calm here. Little did he know, the surpressants used to keep him obediant were slowly fading from his system, his potential would come to light soon enough. For now, he was content with freedom, watching the winds ripped the surface of Prism lake from his shady perch.
Beneath some old hill, a forgotten old bomb shelter was hidden, betrayed only by its captives. Beneath the meters of earth, within the solid chambers of steel, every cage was left open. The rooms were bathed crimson with the alarm lights, white-clad researchers frantically bustled about. They hopelessly tried to repair the damage. They were not yet aware of the consequence of their work.
...
success
...
the simple concept was all the bulky black beast could comprehend. He associated it with the metallic tang of blood. The warm blood on his tongue was the true taste of glory, he had fulfilled his purpose.
The room was pure white. Charts and diagrams, timelines and data were all posted about him. The beast sat back on his haunches and observed them. They were indiscernible to him, however the blood spills intrigued him. He grinned, stretching his scarred face by the seams of his stitches. His grin twisted and curled in a mad expression of joy. And no greater joy existed than fulfillment of his purpose.
Bodies surrounded him. In the carnage he had forgotten whom he was after. Better safe than sorry. He killed them all. Each one. Little did he know, not only were his captors and creators dead, their client's representative was also dead by his hand. However, much to his irritance, one remained. His dull eyes rolled over the ceiling and his lips curled into a snarl. Above him, shivering fearfully, was a small, black creature. He could only see him for the contrast, but he knew him well. No. 502's counterpart clung desperately to the ceiling.
The little creature carried some light equipment, audio and video transmitters, directly connected to the client's headquarters for their observation. He was thusly equipped for his own purpose, spying. However his counterpart, who had apparently lost interest in him in moments, was a berserker of sorts.
The two remained here for some time, absorbing the happenings. No. 502 took a moment to realize that there was no one here to praise him. Were was his meal? He sighed with an ungrateful "humph" and snorted angrily. The little lizard creature above blinked and ran a green tongue over its larger eye, before chirping loudly and cheerfully. His larger counter part looked up at him grumpily, and followed his little body as he skittered across the ceiling towards the door. Lost and confused, the berserker had little else to do but follow. Was his meal waiting outside?
The door was closed and apparently locked. No. 568 chirped his most irate chirp and delivered a small shock to the lock system. Nothing. He chittered his best growl and tried again. The lock clicked, but the door didn't open. The berserker snarled and hurled his weight against it, throwing the heavy door out into the hallway at his expense. It didn't take long for his tender body to bruise, and his shoulder got the worst of it.
502 growled but weathered it easily, and 568 eagerly scaled the threshold and wandered into the hallway. His counterpart exited more cautiously, looking around at the curious red lights. He had been brought here in a dark cage, as had his small friend. However the little one seemed more aware of his surroundings, the larger of the two was very lost in the flood of lights and frantic bodies.
Humans and beasts crowded the hallways, scientists and guards hurriedly trying the pack creatures back into cages, and failing miserably.
Only the scientists knew, but the locks system was completely down, all doors were open, all specimens free. That was all they knew in this chaos; freedom.
Most of the poor creatures trapped in this labyrinth had never seen the light of day, and so few dared venture into it. The two greatest successes of the project, however, were just daring enough. A few others joined them, but each separated off into their own groups, and the pair were left alone again.
The thickbodied animal grudgingly allowed the little lizard to ride on his shoulder, which would have been precarious for its steepness if it weren't for the little creature's incredible grip, so his ride was confortable. The berserker's black skin absorbed the sunlight very well, and No. 568 enjoyed it, being cold blooded.
No. 502 shuffled along on his ape-walk, nearing a grove. The trees beckoned to him, the branches seemed to familiar and homey to him. Shade passed over his body as he came below the tree, No. 568 chirped at the unpleasant change, but went ignored. He leapt off his counterpart's shoulder into the leaves and scurried to the top. No. 502's large hands were much like a koala's, two fingers fused, with powerful grip and strong claws. He effortlessly pulled himself into the strong branches. His mind was calm here. Little did he know, the surpressants used to keep him obediant were slowly fading from his system, his potential would come to light soon enough. For now, he was content with freedom, watching the winds ripped the surface of Prism lake from his shady perch.