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[Iron K]

"Well a plan can be overrated.." Skive answers dryly to the joke. As he sets of and head towards the marketplace, he turns back a last time.
"Scream if being mauled, check. Good luck on your side!"

[Thugren]

the market is quiet. Nothing moves but you have a sense that something is watching you.


An odd presenc3e fills the air and for a second....For one second you can see a figure in the distance, before it vanishes from your eyuesight

[Iron K]

Walking casually through the streets, Skive thinks about chasing after the figure in the distance, but discards the thought since catching up to him would be improbable. Even thought the feeling of being watched was ever present in his mind, he payed it no heed. Whatever it was would soon make itself known, or would slip away silently.

Instead he focused his thoughts around what had happened just a couple of moments before.

How could the clone speak his language. So far there hadn't been many who could. Had someone taught the clone? Or was it knowledge that the original owned, that the clone had received?

Without even knowing it, Skive slowly started whistling a familiar tune.

[Thugren]

There is a painful burst of static in your ear and for just a second yousee the figure in the distance, slightly closer, but you can make out long metal claws and a faceless head.

"Die......"

the voice hisses, the pain driving you to your knees.

[Iron K]

Screaming out a line of randomly put together curse words, Skive puts his hands to his ears, trying to protect himself from the pain, to no success. Whipping up his pistol, he unloads the clip in the general direction of the figure, hoping that it would help in some way.

Spoiler

Shooting at random:
1d100 rolled for a total of: 14 (14)

[Thugren]

THE BULLETS HAVE NO EFFECT AND THE FIGURE VANISHES ONLY TO APPEAR CLOSER .

yoUR BONES ACHE AND YOU FEEL AS IF YOUR HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE AS THE FIGURE RAISES ITS HAND IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION AND HISSES SOMETYHING UNINTELLIGABLE

[Iron K]

Screaming out profanities in pure agony, Skive throws his pistol fruitlessly at the figure. One thought striking trough the pain, sharp as a knife.

"I'm going to die!"

Reluctant to accept that fate, Skive harness the unspeakable pain, and let it course to empower his ability. Gathering it all up, and releasing it with whatever power he can muster, aimlessly and desperate, at his surroundings

Spoiler

Pleasepleaseplease..?
1d100 rolled for a total of: 6 (6)

Edit: FUCK! >.<

[Thugren]

the ice surrounds you, blocking out the pain for a moment. The pain fades....The world is ok.....

That is...Until the thing reaches through the ice and grips your throat .....It looks into your face, the smoothe ever shifting living steel of its face regarding you wuithout eyes as you feel as f sharp metal blades are being dug into your bran matter.


"Weak.........Frail..."

a whispery voice hisses, hurling you through a window to a delicatessen , making you smash through the glass and land in a heap on a table.

[Iron K]

Lying on the table, pain filling both his mind and his body, Skive groaned loudly.
"Why did I go to the market now again..?"
But as soon as the situation fully dawned on him again, Skive's body was rushed with adrenaline. He rolled down form the table, and onto his feet. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he fled into the building, going into the first doorway he could find.

[Thugren]

you look outside and notice that thick black wall now blocks out all sight of the outside world.

The walls flex and breathe, filling the air with an uneasy feeling of dread and oppression. You feel something watching you and notice the wall is now covered in grotesque blinking eyes.


"Rip.....Tear.."

the creature hisses, from outside the darkness as it sticks a long arm through the window , climbing in after you.



(now, you are in whats called a death run, you have to hide, fight or outwit whats chasing you to win this game, you can either run updstairs, fight it, or run into the basement....yoUR CALL IRON.)

[Iron K]

"Oh Fuck!" Skive shouts out seeing the change that is happening around him.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..." he continued to chant while running as fast as his legs could carry him. Stopping only for a second to regard what he thought was the door leading down the basement, and the stairs leading upstairs, before he started rushing up the stairs, two steps at a time.

[Thugren]

you get upstairs and find a body in the room. It has been evicerated and pulled apart messily and you hear more than see a large shadow moving up the stairs.



"Going to get you..."

the figure hisses into the dark.

"Going to eat you...."

[Iron K]

"And I'm going to punch your face in!" Skive screams while trying to think of something to do. Looking around desperately, for anything to use.
Growling in frustration through clenched teeth, he moved back to the top of the stairs, trying to take a stand.

[Thugren]

you see nothing, there is no trace of the figure.

however, you see an odd doll resting on a seat right across from you on a seat.

[Thugren]

UPDATE YOU ASS

[Iron K]

"Fuck, where did that thing go?!" Looking around for any sign of his enemy, the doll caught Skives eyes.
"And what are you looking at? Haven't you seen a man scared shitless before!?"

[Thugren]

the figures eyes twinkle and suddenkly you feel a sharp pain .


two long blades pierce your chest, and you are lifted off the ground. The world seems to throb, every heartbeat pulses out over the beasts long metallic fingers as you see it lean you back and force you to look up.



"No die......"


It hisses, squierming its fingers in your heart.

"No die human....No nono..."


as tbhe world goes dark you feel yourself drop the the floor...and are swallowed whole.






You swim in the darkness for waht feels like forever ubntil after a long while you see the figutre in the dark, walking towards you.


"No die human....My human...no die..."

[Iron K]

Screaming out in pain and rage over this violation of mind and body, Skive struggled with all his might.
Striking out with hand, mind, leg and powers, he simply followed the instinct to survive, defying the fate before him. Not knowing what else to do, he did the only thing he could do. Fought.

Spoiler

Struggling: 1d100 rolled for a total of: 79 (79)

[Thugren]

the figure smiles, and you see a flash of the waking world, you see the figure looking at you, its hand gently caressing the bloodied stump of wounds in your chest.

 

 

"no want to die....Ok...No want to die......"

 

 

it jams the bladed edges into the raw wounds, making searing pain shoot through your body

[Iron K]

After receiving yet another wave of searing pain, Skive could do no more. The suffering overwhelmed his body and mind, making darkness grow behind his eyes. His conscious slowly letting go, trying to escape the terror and pain.. Knowing that death, or worse, would claim him weather he was awake or not, Skive subconsciously choose to meet his fate in a self induced coma...