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Post by God Mike on May 5, 2011 21:12:30 GMT -7
Mike watched the massacre in front of him. The blood, the crunching, the squelching, the pleading look in her eyes... Mike's eyes unfocused and focused again as he froze. Uh oh... He was going past the red...
When Mike entered the red, he had this cool, mechanical personality, who didn't really care about anything, and could slaughter without remorse, but when he entered what he dubbed as 'The Danger Zone,' he behaved the same as in the red, only he took extreme pleasure in what he did.
The color red... the taste, the looks, the smell, the feel... he loved it... He loved it all. It was probably borderline Schizophrenia, but whatever. All Mike knew was that he didn't like the Danger Zone. Everything he did there left him feeling sick...
Behind him, Joe collapsed, clearly panicking, while Mike was staring down at the puddle of blood on the floor, after the jumping zombie's little feast. "What..." Joe was clearly struggling. "What the fuck was that!"
Mike took his gas mask off and attached it to his backpack, grinning a bloodthirsty grin. "That... was beautiful..." he whispered. In this state, he could respect that creature. During that time, he studied it, tried to learn everything about it. He respected good killers. "Did you see how it moved?" he asked as he knelt by Joe, looking at him with excitement shining in his eyes. "No eyes... Probably uses sound, or maybe its nose, to move around, quiet as a fucking ghost... Amazing..."
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Post by Generalfoley on May 5, 2011 21:53:05 GMT -7
Joe didn't hear most of what Mike said, but he picked up his rifle in shaking hands, and tried to stand. He managed, with difficulty. Pain was shooting through his arm, but he was in too much of a state to register it. He could've done something...
"...Amazing..." He heard Mike say, and he looked at the Swedish Ninja that he called friend. But he wasn't his friend right now. He wasn't the joking Swedish graffiti artist of a ninja... he wasn't even the cool mechanical predator he was when he was "in the red"... He was a completely crazed person who was overcome with bloodlust.
Joe blinked, then he placed his goggles over his eyes, and pulled out a small flask he kept on him. He twisted open the top, and the flask shook with his hands as he drained half of it's contents. He offered the flask to the entity that had taken over Mike's body, and took a deep breath. His hands slowly stopped shaking, and his breathing returned to normal. He put his mask back on, his voice returning to that mechanical tone.
"Let's move. We need to get to the clinic before we're found again." Joe's voice was calm and level. He didn't know what would set this new Mike off, but he didn't want to know. He was about to walk off when he saw a tan boonie hat on a mannequin. The window was already shattered, so he just reached in and plopped the hat on top of his head. He walked forward, rifle at the ready. Then he looked back at Mike and motioned with his head.
"Well come on." Joe turned back and walked forward again. He wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
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Post by God Mike on May 5, 2011 22:09:37 GMT -7
"Let's move. We need to get to the clinic before we're found again." Mike hummed as he walked up to the railing again, looking down. It truly was an amazing hunter, wasn't it? "Well come on." Slowly, Mike turned to look at Joe.
A grin appeared on his face. "You know, I'm not like that weak, other Mike," he said with a chuckle. He kept his voice down, but didn't really care if the sneaky fucker would hear him. "And you've got a lot of balls ordering me around like that."
He clicked his tongue and shrugged. "But whatever, I'll play the good puppy for now, and let you lead the way. But watch it, I may turn into a rabid mutt at any second." Mike crouched and picked up another shard of glass, dropping it into the abyss.
He watched as the creature jumped down from one of the cat walks when the glass shattered against the hard floor, his grin turning bloodthirsty as he blew the creature a kiss. "I'll see you later, mate," he whispered, winking down at the creature, before following Joe, whipping out a knife and flipping it in his hand. He'd always preferred close-quarter combat.
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Post by Generalfoley on May 5, 2011 23:46:38 GMT -7
Joe kept a straight face, but was still fearful. This wasn't Honorable Mike, this was a Mike that didn't follow the original's code of honor. Perhaps... He could use this? Not against Origin Mike, but in a way that might keep this new Mike from going too crazy.
Joe rolled his eyes at Mike's "good puppy, rabid mutt" analogy, but stayed silent. He didn't want any attention, both from Mike and the... creature. He turned a corner, aiming left and right and up. No need to be caught off guard. The clinic, he could see it at the end of the hall. But something wasn't right. He took out a small telescope from one of his many pouches, and extended it, looking down the hall.
Crap.
The clinic was a mess: everything was pillaged, broken, and smashed. Not to mention the dozen common zombies on the way. A few of them spotted the two, and started moaning. He collapsed the telescope and bore his rifle again. He walked past Mike, towards the catwalk.
"Come on, we're leaving," Joe said, his voice level but urgent. "The clinic's trashed, and there's no point in staying here to die."
He stopped at the puddle of blood, and he saw the woman again. He blinked several times, and turned to face the puddle. Motioning a cross with the first two fingers of his right hand, he muttered, "In nomine Patri, et Fili, Spiritus Sancti. Requiescat in pace." He then walked away, gaining speed when he crossed the catwalk. His rifle was still shouldered as he walked through the open sliding doors. His fast walking picked up to a light jog as he moved towards the Jeep. He didn't want to be there any longer than he needed to be. He entered the driver's side of the Jeep, the keys still in the ignition, thank god. Joe turned the ignition and shut his door, waiting for Mike to come out.
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Post by God Mike on May 6, 2011 8:44:58 GMT -7
"Come on, we're leaving," Mike looked at Joe like he was crazy. "The clinic's trashed, and there's no point in staying here to die." There was always a point in staying and dying. They had just found a worthy opponent, and they were suddenly gonna leave?
"Fine," he muttered as he followed Joe, stopping for a moment on the catwalk and staring down at the puddle of blood. "Hey, preacher boy," Mike said when Joe finished some kind of prayer. "I thought you were eager to get the fuck out of here?"
Obviously, he was, as Joe walked faster and faster as he headed for the exit, ending in a light jog, while Mike followed slowly, almost lazily. He froze when he heard something, a thud behind him. Slowly turning around, Mike saw, on the ground behind him, the woman, limbless and headless, with all of her intestines torn out.
Alright, so he'd obviously finished his snack. That meant... Mike's head snapped up, just in time for him to duck under a swipe from the eyeless creature, who was hanging by something in the dark ceiling. It was letting out angry hisses as it swiped at Mike again and again.
Rolling out of its reach, Mike shot to his feet and unsheathed his ninja-to, a grin on his face as the zombie dropped, landing on the ground in front of him. It was hissing loudly as it slowly moved toward him. This was where the ninja training kicked in. It was obviously listening for him, and he made sure to make as little noise as possible.
Those teeth were a little too risky, he had to admit... God, he would've wanted a brawl with that creature, but Joe was waiting, and he'd probably piss his pants if he had to stay any longer. Mike snorted at that thought, unfortunately attracting the attention of the zombie.
Reacting on instinct, Mike ducked as the zombie leapt at him, flying over him and impacting with the wall. It, however, wasn't bothered, and instead dropped to the floor and got ready to lunge again. Mike gave off a laugh as he rushed toward the sliding doors.
He ducked when his instincts told him to, lashing out with his sword just as the zombie soared over him. He grinned widely when he felt resistance, and heard a hiss when his sword cut through the zombie's flesh. The zombie crashed through a storefront, and Mike, knowing that he'd only given it a shallow cut, took the opportunity to run, going through the doors and reaching the J-10.
He opened the door and got in, grinning widely. "That was awesome!"
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Post by Generalfoley on May 6, 2011 21:25:11 GMT -7
Joe rolled his eyes as he put the truck in reverse, and drove back. He shifted again into drive and moved towards the ramp. This new Mike should go away soon, or at least he hoped. He didn't want to discuss killing techniques with this psycho for six hours. That'd suck.
They eventually got to the bottom floor, Joe stopping in front of the street. Then he turned left and picked up speed, cautiously glancing at Mike. That crazed look was still in his eyes. He scanned the road, watching for anything out of the ordinary. He turned a corner, driving down the street that should bring them to the suburbs that they were at before. Of course, they didn't exactly take a direct path.
Joe drummed his fingers on the wheel before leaning over, switching on the radio, and kept it low. Van Halen's Panama played quietly throughout the Jeep's cabin as Joe picked up the transmitter box off the CB. He pressed the talk button and said, "Warlock, this is Librarian. Did EC send out a Scavenger team today, over?"
"That's a negative, Librarian. We did lose contact with a team a couple of days ago, though. Why d'ya ask, over?"
Joe stayed silent before he answered. "They're, uh, they're dead Warlock. Killed by this new kind of ghoul Mike and I encountered in a mall."
The radio was silent for a while before Warlock asked, "What kind of 'new ghoul'?"
"One that can jump. Tell your guys to keep on the lookout, over."
"Uh, roger that, over. Stay safe Librarian. Warlock out."
Joe put back the radio and sighed. He looked over at Mike, or what could be his psycho personality.
"So... Mike back yet? Or do I have to leave a message after the beep?"
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Post by God Mike on May 6, 2011 21:32:44 GMT -7
Mike was already bored. A trait he shared with his other personality. If he did something that didn't involve something he enjoyed doing, he'd be bored out of his mind, and right now, he was bored. Though the thought of that jumping creeper was enough to put a grin on his face.
"So... Mike back yet? Or do I have to leave a message after the beep?" Joe asked, and Mike chuckled. The dude had balls, he had to admit. Most people would've run away as soon as they saw the look in Psycho Mike's eyes.
"There won't be a beep," he said, amusement in his voice as his hand lowered, grabbing his left pistol, "more like a bang." With that, Mike cackled, laughing loudly and proudly at his own murderous joke. God, he would've loved to have put a bullet through Joe's skull and splattered blood, bone and brain matter all over the window...
Shuddering in delight, Mike let his laughter die down, and he gave Joe another bloodthirsty grin. "And no, Mike's not back yet. For the record, the name is Erik. Remember the name," he said, then stomped the floor much like Mike would. "But this shit has gotten boring. Coming out is a lot easier now, what with all the stress Mike is feeling, so I guess I can afford letting him out... for now. Later, G.I!"
With that, Mike blinked, and grabbed his head in confusion. "What the...? Oh, shit... I didn't kill anyone, did I?" he asked, looking at Joe, happy to see that Erik hadn't murdered his only friend.
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Post by Generalfoley on May 7, 2011 13:52:46 GMT -7
Joe's eye twitched at Erik's nickname for him. God he hated that dude.
"What the...? Oh, shit... I didn't kill anyone, did I?"
"Nope. You did try to kill that ghoul that jumped back at the mall." Joe said. He opened up his mask, placing it on the dashboard, along with his new hat. He turned down a street, seeing the suburb that they had gone through before.
"So, now back to the Bunker for supplies, and then to New Chicago we go." Joe smiled at the last part.
"Oh New Chicago, home of fresh food, livestock, and the best damn beer in the New World."
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