(OOC:All right, AMEN asked for it...)
Voices calling. Moans and groans of dying people were heard,
ringing into AMENs ears. Help, they called out with bloodied
sputters. AMEN cracked his eyes open. Hands outstretched towards
him from the darkness of the corridor. The stench of decomposing
bodies that lat strewn was nerve-wrecking. Blood flowed like water
under the soles of AMEN's shoes. A bony hand grabbed hold of his
right arm. He tried to shake it off. But it was futile. Pitch black
darkness was all he could see when he was pulled into the
void.
Where am I? was the his question.
Wails of despair were his answer moments later. A corpse collapsed
over AMEN, both careening for the river of crimson fluid. Rotting
blood flooded his mouth before he coughed it off. Maggots on the
dead body dropped onto his shirt. As if he was in a panic, AMEN
shoved the heavy mass with the amount of energy he lacked. He
gasped fro air before spitting out the remaining, decaying scarlet
liquid. A blast of spine-chilling wind hit her torso like a
sledgehammer. He turned around. Devastation, his voice
croaked.
Yes, a familiar voice replied, Giga's. The result of The
Massacre. I dare you to open one of the warehouses. Youll be
amused. Very, very amused.
AMEN was unwilling to open the bloodstained, rusty sliding door
that had decomposed blood leaking out from the seams. The
warehouses that were at least a kilometre away from her pulled its
way towards him mysteriously. His arms moved by themselves. AMEN
tried to counter it. He could not control his body. His mouth
lifted up a leer. AMEN panicked, or so he thought he was doing so.
Giga grinned. AMEN finally realised; his counterpart was
controlling his own body.
Took you long enough to notice, soldat. Ready? Like I said, you
will be
extremely amused, Giga implied as he pulled the rusty
sliding doors open.
As the iron mass heaved by AMEN's body, blood that leaked out from
the seams turned to spurts, then to a gush. The earth rumbled,
causing AMEN to fall onto the blood ridden soil. A wave of dead,
decomposed bodies came rushing out from the opening. Giga burst out
in laughter, finding the scene hilarious, yet stimulating. A flash
flood of decayed blood swept AMEN away at least five metres before
being cushioned by a bed of corpses. He scrambled out. A pair of
bony hands caught both his ankles.
As if he was in a panic, AMEN forced his way out of the trench,
fingers clawing the blood soaked, loose soil. He could feel as if
his skin on the ankles was beginning to rip away, but it did not.
Yet, the pain caused by it surged into AMENs brain, trying to make
him wail in despair. Not a word or even a sound came out from his
mouth. Not even a croak. The bony hands began to lose their grip,
allowing him to scramble out. Clothes ridden in soil and decayed
scarlet fluid, AMEN got up to his feet. His left index fingernail
had cracked open. Virgin blood streamed down to his left palm,
forming a small pool.
Lick it, Giga said in an authoritive tone. Lick it,
soldat.
AMENs eyes widened, trying to show fear. All he did was just a
blank face with rounder eyes. He shook his head, defying Gigas
request. Moments later, he could feel his throat tightening by the
stale air. He tried moving, but was frozen stiff. He could feel a
deafening hot breath behind him, assuming it was Giga.
I said lick the blood. Now, drink it, soldat! Thats an order!
Giga hissed.
AMEN looked at the crimson fluid reluctantly. Placing his left palm
closer to his face, AMEN unwillingly lashed his tongue at the
surface of the pool of blood. He flinched momentarily. It had a
weird metallic taste that sent a chill down AMEN's spine. However,
even though how revolting it was, he found herself addicted to it.
His tongue dug deeper into the pool of blood, lapping it up. Soon
enough, he was gulping it down his throat, licking his finger for
more. Giga sneered in delight, satisfied by the outcome.
