MARTEN HILL
Sith Crusader
Hungry Anzat
738 Years Old / Bad to the Bone / Force Sensitive
Sith Crusader
Hungry Anzat
738 Years Old / Bad to the Bone / Force Sensitive
"Come back here!" he shouted. "Don't go in there!"
She just ran on, never looking back, on and on, throwing caution to the wind and letting herself go as usual. She was the daredevil, the troublemaker, the thrill-seeker. She considered him a coward yet she called him her boyfriend at the same time. Despite his cowardice, she loved him. They were meant to be and therefore she was willing to accept all his faults and shortcomings.
Yet the one thing she wouldn't accept were his warnings.
And this time...this time that would turn out to be a grave mistake.
"No! No, come back! You don't know what's in there! It's dark in there! What if you break a leg!"
He chased after her, ignoring his own warnings. He loved her and wanted to protect her; he just didn't care about his own well-being. God, he loved her so much! Usually these things worked out just fine, but now that they were here, in front of this old, abandoned production plant far away from the cities, he had to stop her from going in there. He had a bad feeling about this. He didn't want to lose her!
"Please!"
"Oh, shut up!" she called back in a playful voice. She laughed joyously and then dashed into the dark entrance of the ancient building.
He stopped in his tracks for a moment and looked up. He saw all the vines, the dust and the soot covering the heavy, brick walls and he really just couldn't shrug that feeling that there was something wrong with this place. He had never been here before, he had never seen the plant, but he just couldn't help but feel like this was a place of doom.
Going in there meant doom.
Going in there meant death.
Nonetheless, he carried on. If that place meant death, he would have to get her out of there. He would have to get her out of there now.
The sun shone brightly outside, but underneath that brilliant light darkness took him. He entered his own grave. There was no going back now.
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He could hear the droplets falling from the ceiling and into the small pools on the floor. He could feel the cold in there, it really was freezing! But he could not see a thing. What the hell was his girlfriend doing in here? Why had she not turned around and scooted back into the sunlight yet? He didn't understand. He understood when she would climb into a tree and see if the branches could hold her; he understood when she leapt from the balcony of their apartment to the ledge of the walkway right across while the ground was ten metres below her; he understood when she climbed an old fire escape to try to get onto the roof of that twelve storey building. He understood all that. But this? This was just too much.
He called her name but there came no response from the darkness.
"Where are you?" he shouted.
Nothing.
He gritted his teeth and, while shuddering intensely, he moved forward, slowly. He stretched out his hands, reaching for the wall, and hoped that there wouldn't be a hole in the ground or something that he might fall into and break a leg...or, heaven forbid, both of them!
"Stupid girl," he muttered. "When we get out of here I'm going to be so mad."
In fact, he was mad already, but he knew that he had to keep his wits about him if he wanted to find her in this dark hellhole.
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He moved down the corridors and kept calling her name until he reached a door. The door was already half open and he figured that she must've gone through this door before him. So he followed in her footsteps and entered a small, square room with only one small window high up in a wall that let some sunlight in, but barely enough to make the shadows go away. There were shadows everywhere. He couldn't see what was in the corners. It was pitch black over there.
"Oh, there you are," he said softly when he finally spotted his girlfriend sitting on the cold floor. He went over to her and knelt beside her. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He looked her over anxiously, praying that she was fine. But she wasn't. Not at all.
"I don't know," she stammered. She shuddered. He wondered if she did because of the cold or because she was terrified of something. He wondered what she could possibly be so afraid of, other than the dark itself. Yes, he had had this feeling that something was in here ever since they arrived by car at this old plant (she'd insisted on coming here; he'd complied because he'd had no choice but to do so), but what this could possibly be was beyond him. A monster lurking in the shadows? Surely not...he didn't believe in fairytales. Of course, the problem--yes, the very sick reality of it all--was that it wasn't just some monster from a childish campfire story.
It was far, far worse.
Maybe it was in fact the worst.
"C'mon," he said. "Let's get you out of here. Also, I love you but promise me you'll never ever do this again, okay? This time you've gone way too far, girl."
She looked him in the eye. The way her eyes caught the faint sunlight--the way it made them glimmer in the half-dark--sent shivers down his spine for some reason. It made him think of a deer out in the woods, staring into the barrel of a hunter's shotgun, right before the hammer would strike the firing pin and the projectiles launched from the gun would shred the innocent creature's flesh from its bones. There was a lump in his throat which he tried to swallow, but he couldn't. He felt it more strongly than ever now. There really was something wrong with this place. Terribly wrong.
He tried to get her to stand up but just when he moved someone started clapping his or her hands. He looked up, startled like his girlfriend was, but because of the acoustics of the room the clapping echoed all around them and he had no idea where it was coming from.
"Somebody there?" he called.
And then a voice--a grating, raspy voice, low and eerie, calm yet threatening--resounded.
Yes.
A single word.
A phrase sealing their fates.
For a time he said nothing and neither did his girlfriend. He felt the fear inside him growing stronger; it started in his stomach and spread like negative energy throughout his body, finally taking over his mind and rendering him incapable of thinking rationally. He glanced all around him, searching for the speaker, but he couldn't see anyone. Not even a silhouette of the man who spied them from the darkness.
"Who are you?" he managed to utter.
The mysterious figure answered with a chuckle. That was all.
"Where are you?"
Everywhere.
He looked at his girlfriend and then pulled her back on her feet. "Come on!" he said. "Let's get the hell out of here...this place is...I don't know. Let's just go!"
But she stood still. She couldn't move. Fear had paralysed her body. Tears shimmered in her eyes.
"Oh, please..." he said to her.
You ain't going nowhere.
The door they'd come through earlier suddenly slammed shut and a click could be heard--it was locked now. They were trapped in there.
Welcome in my house.
The lovers clutched to one another and their eyes shifted from the one corner of the room to the other. They just couldn't figure out where the voice came from. They were scared to death, wondering what the hell this man wanted to do to them. Why had he trapped them in here? Why!?
But I don't think anybody invited you. I don't really like having uninvited guests.
"Okay, look," he brought out. "We're real sorry, okay! We'll leave right away! Please!"
No.
"What?" he shrieked. "Why not!? Let us go!"
I said, No!
No!--the dark one growled it out loud and it shocked the lovers immensely. They held onto each other more tightly, as if they thought that that would save them from the imminent doom.
"What do you want from us?" he boldly asked the dark one.
I hate that question, was the response, uttered calmly yet it was obvious the man--whoever he was--was annoyed. Never ask such a query, mortal. It may piss off the wrong god.
This silenced the two of them. They didn't dare breathe another word, afraid that they would trigger this psycho to attack them--to kill them.
Now look at me.
They heard footsteps, the sound bounced off the high, concrete walls. Only three steps were taken and to the left of them a figure began to take shape and form. A tall, grim figure in a black trenchcoat and a black hood over his head. Only two piercing green eyes glistened in the blackness like tiny dots that could be emeralds reflecting the sunlight or perhaps two miniscule lights. They could vaguely see red lips as well; it was a sick, sensual smile and two rows of shimmering, sharp teeth were visible.
Can you see me?
Neither of them was able to reply. They were simply too scared.
CAN YOU SEE ME? he shouted, his powerful voice filling up the entire room.
"We can," he answered. "Yes, we can see you! Who...who are you?"
I am the one asking questions here. You just answer. It's that simple.
They could see how the lips moved as he spoke. Those blood-red lips. And whenever he stopped talking for the moment, he smiled again. Oh, that smile! It was the smile of a man whose mind was utterly tainted by sadistic insanity. A man who revelled in torture. A man who was so fond of playing sick mindgames (or other horrible games) with his victims. The two victims couldn't stand to watch but they feared that if they would look away this one would lash out at them and kill them. Or maim them. Or something else that was just horrifying. Oh, man...what the hell did this guy want from them!?
So. A spontaneous visit, eh? the creature said. Well, then...now that you're here. Let's boogey. Do you have any idea who I am?
"No..." he said, speaking for his girlfriend as well.
Suddenly the dark one burst out in insane laughter: WOOOOAHAHAHAHA! He kept on laughing and laughing and his victims cried and cried and cried, not able to take this. It was just too much. It was TOO MUCH! Why was this happening to them? What had they done to deserve this? Had they really pissed off the wrong god? Had they?
I AM THE MONSTER LYING UNDER YOUR BED AT NIGHT! the dark man bellowed. I LISTEN TO YOU SLEEP, I LISTEN TO YOU DREAM! AND THEN I INVADE THE DREAMS AND TURN THEM INTO NIGHTMARES!
Tell me, boy. Aren't you being haunted by nightmares lately?
He hadn't told anybody about this. Not even his girlfriend. "How--how do you know?" he stammered.
Because I am the monster inhabiting your mind. I am the freak inside you, and I've manifested myself in reality now. I am you, you are me; we are one. Wanna play a game?
The monstrous figure cackled again, like a madman--like a satanic, crazed individual who'd spent most of his life secluded in the shadows of existence.
"What game?"
I WAS TO ASK THE QUESTIONS HERE! You just answer. Fool.
"I'm sorry..."
So, you wanna play one? I know a nice one.
"O-okay."
"What are you doing?" his girlfriend whispered to him. "Don't give him what he wants!"
"If we don't he might hurt us!"
"But by playing his game he will hurt--"
Shut up.
They both became silent and fixed their eyes on him.
So, pretty girl, he said, I am your boyfriend. Or rather, the dark side of your boyfriend. Do you believe that? You'd be wise to believe that, love.
"I..." she muttered. "What? I don't understand. What is he talking about?"
"I don't know," her boyfriend said. "I really don't know."
Why don't you show me how much you love me? I know it's his dark side that attracts you to him, isn't it? Yes...it's me what attracts you to him. All me. So show me some love, show me how much you love his darker side. Do it now.
"Mister," she sobbed, "I don't understand. I really don't understand what you are saying! Please don't hurt us! I beg of you!"
"Love," her boyfriend said, "please. Look at me. Just look at me."
Yes, look at him.
She looked at him and saw his sad face, his sad eyes and the sweat shining on his forehead. She saw how terrified he was and she bit her own lip, she felt that she was going to start crying out loud but wanted to prevent it from happening so bad. She fought against the tears, against the overwhelming feeling of intense sadness. Of sorrow. She couldn't allow it--wouldn't allow it.
"I love you," she whispered to him. "I'm so sorry for dragging you into this. I didn't mean to."
"I know," he said. "I know, love. This ain't your fault!"
Now. You know the door's locked. You know it because you saw it. You believe it because you saw it. Because you believe it, it is true. There's a way to unlock it. But only one of you can leave this darkness alive.
"No," he said. "No, please. Not that. I am not going to hurt her!"
Yes you will. We are one, remember? I am you, you are me. I will make you hurt her, and then she simply has to defend herself, otherwise she's gonna get killed by you. Because I know what you are and soon she will know it too. You're a stone cold killer, mate. We are a stone cold killer. You and I. Because we ARE THE SAME! AHAHAHAHAHA!
A terrible pain in his head: it struck him out of the blue and he let go of his girlfriend. He dropped to his knees and clutched his head in agony. He screamed of pain while the monstrous creature cackled with joy, both at the same time. The noise filled the room and she slowly backed away from him, suddenly terrified of her own boyfriend. What if he would really hurt her? What if that bastard over there in the shadows could actually control her boyfriend's mind?
Now. Let the mother****ing games begin. WOOOOAHAHAHAHA!
Her boyfriend rose to a stand. His eyes were empty--it was just a hollow gaze, as though he was looking through her and not at her. The corners of his mouth twitched a little bit, and then his face cracked into a maniacal smile. "Heh-heh..." he began. "Heh-heh-heh...Hahaha...HAHAHAHAHA!" He lunched out both his hands and came at her.
"No!" she cried, and then he was upon her.
She fell to the ground and he constricted his hands around her neck, and they struggled upon the concrete floor. They struggled, for life or death. They fought. They fought till the end. And the monster simply watched; he watched and enjoyed the scene. He loved the scene. He loved it so very much! And he laughed. He laughed out loud! The boyfriend laughed with him! Maybe he was right after all, maybe the boyfriend and the madman were one like the latter claimed.
She punched her boyfriend to the side of his head and he fell off of her. She quickly got to her feet and backed away to one of the walls behind her but then her boyfriend got up as well. He came after her like some kind of empty-headed zombie from a nasty horror movie. She shot a pleading gaze at him, shook her head and pouted, but this had no effect on her boyfriend. It was as if the guy was possessed now. Haunted. His mind destroyed and replaced by insanity!
She didn't want to but it was her only choice--her only chance. It was the only way. She punched him square in the face and when he sank down to his knees she kicked him in the same spot. He fell backward and the back of his head hit the concrete floor pretty hard. Only mere seconds later he already tried to get back up, but she started kicking him as he lay there, making it impossible for him to rise to a stand again. She kicked. She kicked and kicked.
Yes! Kill him! KILL HIM! HAHAHA!
She did it. And when she was done she stared at his body and the growing pool of blood around his head. Only now it occurred to her what she had done and she dropped to her knees. She couldn't look away from him, she just continued staring at him right through her tears. She couldn't believe what she had done and it meant the end of the world to her. Oh, why! Why! WHY! WHY!
The monster started clapping again.
Well done, love, he said. Heh-heh. Well done.
She turned her gaze at him and the sadness in her eyes turned into a profound, intense hatred. "You..." she brought out. "You did this!"
Nope, he said. You did. And you did it well. I'm proud of you, my love.
"Stop calling me that!"
Fine. Then what do I call you?
"Nothing! Just...just let me go! Or I'll kill you as well! I swear! I'm going to kill you!"
Oh, I know what I should call you.
"What? Shut the **** up! I'm going to kill you, you ****ing bastard! YOU KILLED MY BOYFRIEND!" She got to her feet and was ready to strike at him. She stopped caring for her own well-being now. She just wanted him dead. She wanted that bastard dead!
I'm hungry.
"SHUT UP!" She stood there in the faint sunlight, her hands clenched to fists, quaking with rage. She had made up her mind; there was no going back now.
And that was when he stepped out of the shadows.
A tall, dark man in a black trenchcoat with a hood, and he slowly pulled back the hood. There was the handsome face of her boyfriend, with piercing green eyes, a pale skin and blood-red lips. A sick smile still played on those lips. He had long, raven-black hair and a few strands hung in front of his eyes. Then she saw his pupils, for some reason his pupils caught her attention. They were small, tiny, miniscule. She could barely see them.
He took another step toward her and stood in the middle of the faint sunlight now. His appearance took her breath away. Fear got the best of her. It was his aura, it didn't just surround him anymore but it had spread across the entire space, and enveloped her now as well. She couldn't move anymore. She couldn't speak. She couldn't breathe.
He slowly approached her with a hungry glimmer in his eyes. He brushed the hair out of his face, beyond his ears, and he licked his lips. He got closer and closer and then reached out his bony hands.
Hello there, Dinner, he said as he put his hands around her neck, baring his fangs a moment later.
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THE VAMP'S RAMPAGE
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I don't take credit for the pics, of course. Credits go to the artists who created them.
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