An Umbrella, and a Parasol

[Lunapocalypse]

(Okay, considering where I live, some times I'm the only person online, and right now I am very bored. In this case I'm going to attempt to create a story off the top of my head revolving around Resident Evil. Cool this is that no one will ever know which direction it's going in, not even me, I don't even know the plot yet. Hell. I don't even know the name yet. If it's any good, then I might actually think about developing it, and just type it up on the odd occasion when I am overly bored...I don't know, maybe I'll think of a name half way through. I'd normally just watch an episode of Cowboy Bebop, but I'm not in the mood at the moment, I'd rather watch an ep when the room isn't so friggen hot...Crap, now this is rambling on longer than it should, hopefully I won't break the limit of the amount of letters in one post from this...so the story'll start now in that case...If you're reading this Z, then for gods sake, changed the colour of Jazz's name, please...
Update > Woot. I worked out what the name is going to be >.<)

Chapter 1
Warm place for a cold person.

The hairs on the back of Spikes neck stood up, giving him that really annoying feeling that something was crawling up his back. It gets to the point where he just have to shake it off, almost afraid that what ever it is might crawl into the back of his skull and suck his brain out...perhaps replace it with rocks or something for a humorous effect- laugh while running/crawling. He wasn't nervous, well, he didn't think he was anyway. Maybe he was. A slap on the cheek was what he needed at the moment, and he wondered if he should grope one of the near by females just to achieve that, unfortunately he was more afraid they would kick him in the nuts...it wouldn't be the first time anyway, and you don't get over it any time soon. Paranoia kicks in, wondering if he would get testicular cancer or some s*** that would just take his man power away, and what was left of his self respect.

Spike is your typical...run of the mill kinda guy? Nah. Screw it. He was the odd one out. The individual of the group. His fashion was his, and if anybody said that it looked like crap he would just ignore them, perhaps think of several different vicious ways to murder them. Anyway. Spike would classify himself as an ass hole, even though he knows this, he still acts one, he just enjoys it. Being arrogant was his up side in most cases, and it drove him. Off the edge of a cliff some day anyway. Some people say curiosity killed the cat or something like that anyway. In Spike’s point of view, his cat was drowned long ago, and now he's just minding his own business. If the world was about to explode, he'd rather kick back and watch the fireworks than meet loved ones for the last time, or perhaps get laid. Nope. He would enjoy the final moments he had left in his own mind; they were what he cherished the most.
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Spike always had the uncanny knack of being caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, "Dude, I got no money on me, just enough to get the paper and something to drink. Something to drown my sorrows in," he said, tapping his foot. It didn't bother him if he got shot, apart from 'the wrong place' scenario; he had an uncanny knack of staying alive too.

The gun was just shoved further into his face unfortunately; no fabled 'click' of some action within it to send what would be a package of death that was only 9x19 millimeters. If he was lucky it would be a .45 something or rather...that would make sure he was dead, "Too bad chump, hand over all your cash," the man said. Spike wished he hadn't said anything, because it just resulted in a wash of bad breath to waft in his general direction. Spike tried to work out why all muggers had to have dental problems and not clean themselves on a regular basis.

Spike just let out a deep sigh, "Bite me," he was tempted to tempt this guy to shoot him.

"Do you want me to shoot you man?" the mugger asked.

"I don't know! Maybe that's what I am trying to do!" the guy was weak; Spike could already see that, all talk even if you wanted to take a ****. He wasn't going to get shot any time soon. The sight of the mugger was bad enough anyway. A white tank top with yellow stains at the arm pits, grey shorts with god knows what dripping down from the left leg, and flip flops...god, why the hell did he have to wear flip flops?! Every time Spike looked at his toe nails he cringed and wondered if the mugger was going to collapse on the ground from some sort of infection or virus. No, Spike couldn't stand the sight of him any longer, giving this guy what money he had on him was worth the escape, "Here," Spike then said, pulling his wallet out, "Just take the lot,"

The mugger took the wallet and stood back, Spike wondered if he was going to ask him for his cloths now, but he was more than willing to get the stick figure to take a hike anyway. Little did he know that the mugger was going to shoot him. Spike collapsed to the side, landing on his left knee, bracing the pain from his lower left leg. Out of the energy he had left he shouted to the mugger who was now running down one end of the back shops, "If you were going to shoot me then why the hell didn't you hit me in the head?!" one thing that ****ed Spike off, was the fact that people made people suffer, rather than giving them mercy. Spike didn't stand up for a while, he just knelt there, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. He let his leg bleed until he had the courtesy of passing out.

Spike eye lids went on the painful course of opening; it just kind of got to a point where they didn't plan on going any further in a 'screw this' idea, so he just left them where they were. Although they were more than happy to open at the eyes staring back at him. They weren't wide themselves, but my god they were 'cool'. In a final act of keeping his own cool, he returned the glance in the exact same way.

"Why hello...It seems you have been shot," the unknown eyes spoke, Spike was glad he could match them to a woman’s voice. If it was a man he would be on the other side of purgatory at the moment.

"Here to finish me off?" Spike asked. Even after losing a large amount of blood, he was more than happy to stay humorous, especially in front of a woman.

"No. I was just taking a casual stroll and happened to notice a body lying on the ground, with a rather large amount of blood lying around it. I've just been waiting for you to wake up, watching someone bleeding can be very interesting some times you know?"

"Sure, the slow process just keeps me entertained for hours," Spike said sarcastically with a smile and rolling his eyes.

"You look rather pale. You should probably phone an ambulance before you lose any more blood..."

"I would be more than happy to if you could get me a phone...Of course if that's too hard, just walk away and pretend that you saw nothing,"

"Unfortunately that's too hard for a cop,"

"Damn, and just when I was getting my hopes up," Spike said, looking a lot deeper into the woman’s eyes, she had a very bizarre character, and he liked it. He was going to die after meeting what may have been the most interesting person in the world. Well, on the block anyway, "Ouch! What in the flazers are you doing?! Tearing it open more?" Spike said, feeling a sharp pain erupt from his left leg.

"Seeing as I couldn't get a phone, I decided to do something a little more easily," she said, sitting back a little more. Her red hair then came into view. Holy crap, Spike could look at that all day. With his vision returning ever so slowly, he could make out the basic shape of her face.

It wasn't long until detail came in, and he could see all of her features. For once in his life Spike found that he could call something other than a bottle of liquor 'beautiful'. "Suddenly being shot in this shopping alley doesn't seem so bad,"

The female closed her eyes a little in question as she leaned back stretching, "That was either an insult...or a compliment. I take most things as an insult. Gives me a reason to shoot people," she said, the leaned forwards and took Spikes packet of smokes from his jacket pocket.

Spike didn't bother resting from her taking his pack, he knew she wouldn't return them to him unless one was missing, "Hmph, death by insulting. Don't suppose I would be the first?" Spike asked rhetorically.

The woman lit up a cigarette and flicked her lighter shut, enjoying it briefly and then answering his question, "Nope. Can’t guarantee it. I've lost count anyway," she threw the pack back at Spike, which hit him square in the nose.

Spike looked at the packet, which was now lying in his pool of blood, "You know those things'll kill ya..." he said.

The woman just laughed in a socialist and wealthy fashion, "Death from smoking. Don't suppose I would be the first?" she asked, then slammed the lit end of the stick into the pool of red.

Spike smiled, "Couldn't guarantee it, and I haven't even bothered counting," he said. The view of the woman began to blur as he felt himself slipping away, "It was nice meeting you anyway. Perhaps I'll see you some other time?"

"Maybe. Perhaps the next time you get shot," she answered simplistically.

"I'll make sure I get shot often then..." Spike finished. It felt just like sleeping, or falling asleep anyway. Trying to keep your eyes open was a chore, and then you just give up and let them close completely.

And unfortunately Spikes eyes opened again. He wasn't in the shopping alley though, he wasn't thinking about that anyway, the first thought that entered his mind was 'When should I get shot today'. He surprised himself when he meant what he said by 'being shot on a regular basis', because it was most certainly worth it. Thankfully he found that he didn't have to, for his eyes rested on the same he had seen the previous night. What really made his day though was that he saw that vessel that held those beautiful eyes. The shape was perfect, crafted by a god if anything else that was on the same level, Spike wanted her to turn around so that he could see what must have been 'very' nice back side of the perfect person. It seemed 180 degrees wasn't going to come around any time soon though. Her attire was like his own, but from a females perspective, and his own point of view...which in fact made a whole bunch of jumble, but that didn't matter, he just liked it.

She wore a tight white top, not too tight, but good enough for Spike. Behind her, hanging off the chair, was a nice leather jacket, similar to Spikes, only shorter. There was a gap of flesh between her torso wear and her leggings, showing skin, and her cute little belly button. After that were some rather tight brown pants, but grew less narrow on its way towards the ankles. Keeping that up was a black belt, seeming to top off the out fit. And she was just taking off her highly black running shoes when her head had turned to him, a look of fear in her eyes.

Spike just pressed his head into the back of what ever he was lying on and shrugged almost, "Was it something I said?" he asked, trying to get the look off her face, "So how many times have I been shot now since we first met? I can't remember too well. perhaps amnesia hit the jack pot,"

Her cool face returned and she smiled, "Only once..." and then continued to untie her shoes and pull them off.

"Bummer. I was hoping that we had gotten to know each other better already. With that said. I don't suppose you could tell me your name? If this is your place...where ever it is," Spike took the time to look around quickly, making sure he wasn't in fact in jail, or worse ...hospital.

The woman walked over to Spike, "C'mon, bullets out, time for a dance," she said taking hold of his hand.

Spike tensed suddenly, "Please tell me that's your terminology for 'breakfast'..." he said with an uneasy voice.

"Nope, I actually want to dance," she said, and then wrenched him up onto his feet. Spike shivered slightly, feeling like he was going to collapse from the pain on his leg. Surprisingly enough there was no pain...which was very bizarre indeed. The wound was still there and all-oh, here we go, now he was falling.

Spikes face hit the word work, "You did that on purpose!" he exclaimed.

"You put all your weight on your left leg," she said with a smirk, "Now c'mon. Hop if you must,"

"Who the hell are you anyway, some serial killer who dances with her victims before hand?" Spike said, growing concerned in whether this woman was more of a dominatrix than anything else.

"Please, call me Alexia, and I have no intention for killing you,"

"At least we have the names strait anyway,"

"Not yours,"

"Oh mine? Spike..."

"Alexia and Spike...destiny?"

"Eh?" Spike said as he was pulled back up, and put his weight onto his right leg, "What are you talking about exactly? Unless it is better that I didn't know..."

"I want to make sure you are a good dancer, before I take you to the party tonight,"

"Party? What? I'm not sure whether you've forgotten that my leg is wounded,"

"Don't worry; I used some aqua cure on it. It'll be better in no time, and I have another set of pants that'll work just fine for you...hmm, I think we'll wait until it is just a little bit more better though,"

"Sounds good to me," Spike said as he flopped back down onto the bed.

"Now rest,"

"Yeah, I planned on doing that," Spike said. Alexia placed a cover over Spike that he snuggled up in, smiling. So warm.

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 2

Sweet Dreams[/center]

The ceiling fan in the room made its steady revolutions at a slow, boring pace. Even so it was enough to keep Spike entertained. He lost track of how long he had just been staring at it, and he hadn't bothered remembering how long he had been lying on the couch. It felt like only a couple of seconds had passed, but swore that last time he looked at the clock it was eleven o'clock...now it was two twenty-seven. He wasn't sure whether he should get up and do something, or just lie there and wait for something to happen. It was always a tough decision for Spike, especially in mornings, wondering whether it was worth even bothering to live past ten o'clock was enough to put him back to sleep. Suddenly a rush of joy ran through him as he heard the front doors deadlock unlock, at least he thought that was what it was, he hadn't heard any small 'picks' previously so no one was breaking in.

The door opened and Spike heard the rustling of plastic bags, either full of food shopping or the like, or it was going to be used to suffocate him. Spike liked to think the worst case scenario in any situation. That was if you did die from what you thought, you'd know that for the last time in your life you would have been 'right' about something in the least. A heavy thump was heard over head, and as Spike looked up he once again fell into those diamond eyes.

Spike smiled, they made him happy in a very childish way, he ran through what one liners he could think off, the crap ones, the good ones, and the ones he hadn't used before. In the end though he just kept it natural, "You didn't by any chance get a bottle of beer or something for me did ya?" he said, the smile on the Alexia’s face grew wide and there was a sudden flash of a red-orange colour before Spike felt his stomach scream after having a large amount of weight dropped on it. The wind escaped his body and he was caught trying to regain his breath for a couple of seconds before looking down. She had thrown a rather over sized bottle of beer on him, a pain for a pleasure, but Spike'd live, "You're too kind,"

Alexia leaned over onto her right leg, her eyes closing half way and a fine hand landing on her hip, "Just don't drink it all at once," she finally said after a long period of time. While tapping her head she turned around and carried the rest of the items into an adjacent room.

Spike looked down at the bottle and raised an eye brow, "Can't blame a man for sculling it all," he said to himself smiling. He had taken the cap off and the rim had almost met his mouth when suddenly he felt the cool glass fall away from his grip. Spike sat up in surprise from how fast it had happened, it was pretty bad for a reaction time, just goes to show that he wouldn't be able to dodge a bullet.

Alexia stood there bent down slightly, "I told you not to drink it all at once," she said letting the bottle sway to a fro like a pendulum, her grin was evil this time around.

"I haven't even had one drop yet!" Spike said aggravated, anger coursed through his body as his adrenalin rose. He had to remind himself what he was getting angry about though, and remember that she was in fact the one who had gotten the bottle for him.

Alexia held out her hand for the bottle cap, "I just don't trust you well enough," she said.

"Y'know I couldn't count how many times on both hands of your points that are completely bizarre," Spike started, flicking the bottle cap to her, "You don't trust me well enough to take a small sip yet you've let me stay in your house over night, and you helped me in a case of a bullet wound,"

Alexia caught the bottle cap and screwed it back on the top of the bottle, "I have reasons for my views that explain everything," she said then straightened back up.

Spike sighed, "Care to share?" he asked holding up a hand as if he wanted Alexia to place the answer in the very palm of it, but it was just annoyed body language which he used, becoming greatly disappointed that he might end up being sober for the rest of the day.

Alexia slumped her shoulders, "As a matter of fact I do...for the time being I suggest you have a shower and get ready. We have to leave at half past four for the hourly drive. If you're hungry I'll prepare a little something or rather for us to eat so we aren't rollin' on an empty stomach," she finished and then began to walk towards the adjacent room again slowly.

Spike finally sat up and rubbed a hand on his cheek, "Sorry, but I'm not really in the mood for eating. I'll take you up on that shower though..." he said standing up.

Alexia picked up her speed and quickly gave him directions, "Down the hall, second door on the left," and finally disappeared.

Spike headed towards what was the main hall of the house, looking out of the window at the cloudy day. He noticed that Alexia didn't have any plants in her back yard, in fact after approaching the window for further observation it was just a jungle of concrete. It looked pleasant though; there were two elegant chairs and table, perfect for a sunny day. Down the very back were two stone pillars which weren't connected to anything in particular, and then in between them was a water feature. It was a lions head with the water escaping from its mouth, basic; it wasn't like Spike hadn't seen something like that before. He ignored the seemingly estranged backyard and continued down the hall, counting the doors just to make sure he got the right one, even if it was only two down.

The hot water against his ever bare skin felt good, he almost forgot what a shower felt like. Unfortunately all showers had to come to an end, and Spike was let down that he had stepped out so soon, normally back at his apartment he'd spend over half an hour in the shower just thinking, thinking about anything, and then forgetting about what he was thinking afterwards and attempting to remember what he was previously thinking.

Spike carelessly pulled a towel off the rack and wiped his face with it, ridding the skin of the no longer wanted water. He then viciously dried his hair, the towel flapping about in front of his vision, and pulled it away. He looked at himself in the mirror, like every other time he stepped out of the shower, only this time he was looking into a strangers mirror, not his own. He felt like saying a monologue, of anything, of his life perhaps? It was pointless, and it wasn't long until a strange mark on the mirror gained his undivided attention. He shook it from his mind and began to dry the rest of his body in silence.

Spike was just about to put on his underpants from before when Alexia spoke up from the other side of the door, she had a knack of keeping quiet when moving around, and that was quickly beginning to **** Spike off, "Don't put on your old clothes when you're finished. There are a fresh set folded and sitting on the toilet seat that you can wear," she explained. There was silence for a while, and Spike was wondering whether she had actually left or if she was still standing there perhaps waiting for a reply.

Spike looked down, at one side of the sink there were a set of items. Tooth brush, tooth paste, shaver, shaving cream and a note that said 'these ones are for you'. It's like Alexia had managed to remember all of his necessities and otherwise had bought them for him, he was still trying to figure out why she hadn't taken him home yet, but he decided not to question it. The less you know the better. And in his conclusion, he picked up the tooth brush and tooth paste and began to clean his teeth. While brushing with his right hand he felt his chin with his left, he met the rough, prickly sensation yet again. He quickly spat out the spent tooth paste and washed the brush, then put an over load of cream on his face and worked away with the shaver.

The sudden sensation of feeling like a million bucks rolled over him while doing back flips. The clean clothes that Alexia had gotten him where practically exactly the same as his other old set, he was somewhat happy about that but yet again confused. He ignored it, like the careless idiot he was, and threw his coat over him, pulling at the cuffs so that the sleeves straightened. He cleared his throat and put on his trademark smile with his cool eyes, then exited the room while clicking his fingers.

Spike walked into the room which Alexia had frequented, he was right, it was indeed a kitchen, a large one at that. He pulled a stool out from the bench area and stepped over it, then sat down with his shoulders hanging forwards. His muscles tensed as he saw the item on the other side of the bench, scratching his head in wonder. It was a gun in its holster belt, "You said you were a cop right?" Spike blurted the question out, looking at Alexia's figure which was facing the stove and not him. Spike sagged his face on his right hand and leaning his elbow on the bench, he finally saw the backside, and was otherwise entranced by it. The question became meaningless.

Alexia suddenly turned around carrying a pan and wooden spoon over to the other side of the bench and scooping out its contents onto two plates. Spike had completely missed the steam that was rising in front of Alexia while she was at the stove, or the two plates, even though he had said that he wasn't hungry she had gone ahead and made a meal anyway, "Sure, I'm a cop," she said as she put the pan back on the stove with the spoon and then tended a pot with a metal spoon with holes in it over to the plates, scooping out rice to add with the other substance.

'And?' Spike began to think, 'Seems the cop likes to keep her questions simple. Lets see how she acts as a cop,' Spike reached over the bench and picked up the gun as Alexia scraped the rest of the rice out and put it on the left plate, she did nothing in her wake to stop him from picking it up, 'Okay...umm,' Spike then took the gun out of its holster and pointed it at her, still nothing. He pulled the hammer back and continued to point it, when yet nothing happened again he spoke his mind, "Are you sure you're a cop?" he asked.
Alexia looked up at him with a blank look on her face, "I wouldn't have said I was a cop if I wasn't now would I?" she asked in return in the most blunt voice Spike had heard from her so far. In that case Spike decided to take her seriously.

Spike put the gun back in its holster and slid it back across the bench, "Kinda strange how you didn't stop me from taking the gun back now, isn't it?" he then retaliated.

Alexia then took out the required cutlery from the top bench draw and placed them on the plates; "Because I knew you wouldn't shoot me..." she then answered his second question, and pushed one plate towards him.

Spike simply looked at the food, various pieces of meat that sat among the brown sauce and rice, "I did tell you that I wasn't hungry. Right? What is this stuff?" he asked again, wondering if he just imagined himself telling her that he wasn't hungry.

Alexia looked up after taking a mouth full and had finished chewing, "It's called Rogan Josh, a beef curry. Please, it tastes better than it looks, you should have some even if you're not hungry," she said, then returned her view to her own meal, taking another mouth full.

Spike poked around at some of the meat, and finally pressed his fork into one, raising it to his mouth and trying to work out whether if he should or he shouldn't. Poisoned or clean? He gave in and shoved it into his mouth chewing instantly. To his surprise it tasted good, and it wasn't long until another dose was sitting on his fork waiting for entry.

Spike felt kind of stupid, not asking any more questions, silence conquered the room while they both attack their food. Although the whole time Spike just looked at Alexia, now and then he though he saw her eyes quickly look in his direction and then switch to look back at her meal, she did nothing to entertain herself through out the duration of it. As soon as the last mouth full had been wasted she stood up with her plate in hand, leaning over to pick up Spikes clean plate as well, and then carrying them over to the sink.

When Alexia returned she attached her gun around her waist and let her over coat hang over it to hide it, "Ready?" she asked.

Spike raised his brow "Huh?" he let out in return, forgetting that they were in fact going for a drive to god knows where.

"The drive? Are you ready for the drive?" Alexia asked in full this time.

Spikes brow dropped and he got off his stool, "Ah, yeah. Sure," he then said and waited to see what she would do.

Alexia smiled and then picked up her car keys from the corner of the bench and walked around, heading for the lounge room that Spike had spent the night and most of the day in. Spike began to follow as he saw the front door for the first time, although Alexia took a left turn through a door way and into her garage instead. Spike let out a whistle as he saw the car come into view, it was one sweet muscle alright, a 1968 Chevrolet Camaro SS, sleek and black. Alexia pressed a button on the key ring and the car unlocked, Spike jumping in the passenger side seat and Alexia sitting in the driver’s side. He felt weird that he was going to be driven around by a girl, he usual took the bus and subway, rarely using his own car, but this one sent that odd tingle down the back of his neck.

The garage door opened and slowly the car backed out, its motor purring. Spike wasn't sure what part of the city he was in, but it was certainly a high class area. For a while he though Alexia was driving around in circles when they eventually entered the free way. As a brief ten minutes passed and yet no speech again, Spike began to notice that the traffic was building up, "It's never been this thick before..." Alexia said, resting her arms on the steering wheel.

Spike was grateful that she had broken the quiet, "I wonder what the problem is," he then said, just so that he could have something said anyway.

"I don't know, but I don't like it that much. It's normally something really bad if it gets this thick..." Alexia definitely had the 'worried' sound in her voice, Spike could hear it as clear as day.

Spike just let out a small 'hmph' and turned the wheel next to his chair so that the seat went back, "I'm gonna sleep on it then, no point getting angry over something, which in this case I generally do, even if I'm not on a deadline for anything," he said as he got comfortable.

"Okay, well..." Alexia started. Spike looked at her, she no longer had that cool look in her eyes, or beautiful smile, he could see that she wanted to say something but was switching the words around in her head to something that wouldn't make her seem even stranger perhaps, "...Sweet dreams," unfortunately that one took the cake for strangeness. Spike guessed nothing simple or obvious would happen while he was with Alexia, and instead focused on sleeping.

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 3
The whites of their eyes

Man my dream was weird, it seriously just felt so fricken real, I can't believe it. I mean I swear, everything felt so real. Interestingly enough I knew it was a dream, although half way through I began to believe that it was the real world, it was just when I woke up that I cursed to myself in being so foolish. The queen size bed that I was sleeping on sank slightly on the left, someone else was getting onto the bed with me. I opened my eyes to find out who it was. Well, who ever it was had the courtesy to lie on top of me, or kneel on top of me-whatever-I just thought it in my mind, and then said it, "I'm dreaming aren't I?"

The girl on top of me just said, "No you're not," then came closer. I felt her lips brush mine a couple of times, that was when my hand-don't get the wrong Idea-reached around. I didn't do anything stupid of course; I just felt love flow through mine and hers body. Anyway, my hand felt her back, both my hands. I just held her in a hug almost, gently stroking her back as her lips touched mine. I couldn't believe how disappointed I was when she hopped off me, I loved that position we were in, just kissing. Anyway, she lay next to me, a hand on my chest as her nose dug between my shoulder and the pillow. I began to enjoy just lying there with her, I felt mature, not like all those other times when I was young and stupid, like the bodily contact was love instead of pleasure. It felt better than pleasure anyway, well, sort of like pleasure on a higher plane; I thought that I would just be able to lie there forever.

Unfortunately I had to wake up.
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Spikes face moved a metre away from the side window of the car before flying back towards it and hitting it at full force, he heard an ear splitting crack and began to go through the painful process of working out whether it was the window, or his skull. He held his head in pain, wondering whether he had lost his vision in his left eye and began to lean back, expecting his spine to sink into the chair. He then fell back in surprise as his head hit the leather of the chair; he let out a sad sigh forgetting that he had lowered the chair in order to fall asleep.

In the corner of Spikes eye he saw Alexia shaking with fury, swearing that he saw a vein in her head that was about to pop and spray the windscreen with a sickening red. Her mouth opened and Spike cringed from the look of the saliva dripping from one top tooth to a bottom one, "Stupid ass hole! Look where you're going next time!" her face then went sorrowful as the heat exited her ears, "And I just had this beautiful car restored..." she wedged an elbow between her body and the chair so that it stayed in one spot while she rested her head on her hand.

Spike sat up and then rolled the chair up with him so that he could sit more easily while rubbing the side of his head, he thought he felt a lump forming, "What's wrong?" he asked when he had gotten comfortable again, his right hand touched Alexia’s shoulder, he was surprised to find how sympathetic he was being.

Alexia's head moved from her head to roll over onto Spike's hand, rubbing against the warmth of it, Spike had begun to regret saying anything. Alexia let out a sad moan before she spoke, "The traffic finally lets up and then people have to be in a rush. A car just slammed into the rear bumper and it's bound to be dented now," she let out another moan and repeated, "My beautiful car," she then picked up her head and put more attention into her driving.

Several moments after Spike had pulled his hand away and rested his head against the window of the car, letting his head rest against the passenger window and permitted his eyes to drift over anything that seemed interesting, he spoke, "I dreamt about you..." he didn't know why he said it, but he thought it was necessary to say something about what had happened in his dream. It was raining now, and the window was cold, but that just helped him wake up more.

Alexia eyed Spike, even though his head was turned away he knew, he could see her reflection in the window, and her face quickly turned cool, "Is that so? You were sleeping for quite a while, a couple of hours I think..." that answered Spikes silent question to why it was so dark now, "Did the dream really go for that long?" Spike was about to answer when Alexia added onto her previous sentence, "You know you were sitting up just before the bump...your mouth looked like it was kissing, and your body looked like it enjoyed it. You sure it was about me?" she finished her questions.

Spike stiffened up, "Uh..." he started as he began to blush, "Maybe it wasn't," he then added trying to control the mental atmosphere in the room, he didn't want to give her any ideas, "Destiny..." he then mumbled under his breath.

Alexia eyed him normally again, "Huh?" she asked in a simple sound effect, "I missed that sorry,"

Spike masked it, "I was just yawning," with that he yawned, and soon after Alexia yawned. Spike tried to work out why every time he said the word yawn, someone yawned. Or if he saw the word yawn some where, he would yawn. It was just strange in his mind, that's all. Spike changed the subject, "Did we pass what the commotion was. What ever had managed to stop the traffic so well?" he asked out of his own blind curiosity. Normally he wouldn't care and just be glad the car was still moving, but this was to just pick up conversation.

Alexia just kept her eyes on the road, Spike waited for her answer while he watched her own eyes dart about the road, reading it like a book, "No. They must have cleaned what ever mess it was up before we even reached it," Spike was slightly annoyed that she hadn't seen what had happened, hoping that his question would chain up with another set of questions and that he would be able to keep a successful conversation going to eliminate the word 'silence' or its twisted sister 'quiet'. Spike felt himself falling back asleep when he heard Alexia ask a question. 'Finally!' he thought, "So what do you do for a living Spike?" she asked.

Spike really wished she hadn't have asked that question though, his normal answer to any one who asked him was 'I kill people,' and even though she was a stranger, Spike really liked her, so he decided to stick to the truth, "I don't" he said bluntly.

Alexia just eyed him again, this time in unique surprise, "What?"

"I don't do anything for a living...Some times I beg-and I know that's gotta be the lowest form of getting a wage out of anything-but it's all I can do. Nobody seems to want to employ me and the apartment I'm living in is being paid off by some fund for me to live in it..."

Sympathy then went into Alexia's eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't me to bring up bad thoughts...you can stay with me from now on..." she then moved her own hand and rubbed Spikes back. Spike on the other hand ignored her comment and just wished he was back in his dream, "It won't be long until we reach our location anyway...you can go to sleep again if you want..."

Spike just breathed out, "No, I've slept enough today...Think I'll just count trees..."

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 4
Party of the dead

The rest of the ride was tormenting, Spike recalled Alexia saying an 'hours' drive, but he may have been mistaken. His eyes continued to pan across the scenery, they were now moving into the rural areas of the city. 236...237...238...screw it. It hadn't taken Spike too long to get bored of counting trees, not long at all. A new opinion grew in his head, 'If you've seen one tree, you've seen them all', and from this point on he decided never to count trees again, just after the first one he felt himself grow dumber. Spike rolled onto his back letting out a moan from the massive head ache that still echoed in his brain.
Spike felt his head where it had hit the window, "Kinda glad I didn't get a lump..." he said while pulling his fingers back into view and rubbing them together as if he had been bleeding.

Alexia turned the car onto a dirt road, she had flicked the headlights on not long ago because of the ever growing darkness, "I'm sorry," she said, she meant it too, so Spike couldn't make any smart ass comments about how his condition meant nothing.

"Don't worry," Spike started, "I'm more concerned about the window anyway," he said as he looked up and down at the clean glass panel, "So why are you dragging me to this place anyway?"

Alexia smiled, "I couldn't go without a date now could I?" she asked in return.

"Walk down deserted shopping back alleys often to find a shot and bleeding man to hit on often?" he counted in his own sense of humor, the sense that didn't involve a smile, just a straight face to make it seem he was serious. It always managed to get the listener to laugh.

Of course that was exactly what Alexia did, moving a hand to her mouth as if the mask a belch in some way, "There aren't many men like you, that's why," she answered, still giggling slightly.

Spike then went serious, dropping any humor that he had summed up, "What? Unemployed and happen to get stuck up from time to time with a revolver? If it's not the money it's the shoes in a muggers case," Spike gave up, like his normal act he would just go with it, perhaps it was some kind of retarded surprise party for him, but that was just a fantasy he thought up on the spot. Actually scratch that, he would call it nightmare.

They entered a pebble drive way, set up neat and tidy to the point where it was scary. Spike wondered if cars drove down it often, because he saw no drive indents into the small stones. Huge green trees stood up each side of the long drive way, the darkness and rain seemed to make them lean almost close to collapsing. Spike saw a different evil face on each tree, he wondered if it was from counting them from earlier, but he was now already beginning to get the creeps from being in this place.

The car pulled up in front of an oversized mansion, one a little too big for its own good, there was definitely no chance that one person alone lived in the building. Spike didn't see any more cars or vehicles of the like around the place, wondering whether he and Alexia were incredibly early, or if everybody had already left.

Spike was about to open the door of the car and step out into the evening rain when he felt a tug on his right arm, he turned to see Alexia holding onto him, "Take this," she said reaching into the back seat and pulling out an umbrella and handing the grip to Spike, "I don't want you getting wet and catching a cold now," she said, she then reached around and grabbed her own umbrella.

Spike eyed the odd colours of it, each section was either white or red, and he couldn't entirely understand the choice. When Spike looked at Alexia's umbrella, hers was completely black all over; he just scratched his head and ignored it being grateful that he had any covering from the rain at all. Spike was more of a person to walk in the rain though, but this was only what? Twenty steps to the front door. Easy.

Spike began to walk towards the entrance, going ahead of Alexia. The entrance opened up as a man stepped out, to Spike he looked like a butler, but he could have been just about anything. Spike stepped under the roof in front of the entrance as the butler approached him, he began to cringe at the look of the old man, tall and pale.

Spike couldn't help himself, rocking up onto the balls of his feet and then back down onto his heels, "Why hello mister death!" he said with bright sarcastic surprise. The butler looked at Spike awkwardly and waited for Alexia to approach.

After a matter of moments Alexia was finally standing next to spike, then the butler began to speak, "Ah miss Alexia, how wonderful to see you again," he said as toneless as possible, Spike wondered if he was trying to make his voice sound that way, "Might I take your car to the underground garage?"

Alexia handed her car keys to the pale, old butler with a smile who took them with absolutely no life in his hands, Spike didn't see any of the mans muscles in his hand move, it was like they were magnets that just simply sucked up the keys, "I suppose you'll need something to keep the rain off..." Spike said handing his umbrella to the butler, doing his best to get rid of it in anyway possible. The butler just looked at Spike awkwardly again and then raised his right arm so that it was pointing up. Spike thought that he was actually going to take it, that was before a shaft erupted from the mans sleeve and an umbrella fanned out above him. Black. He then began to walk off towards the car.

Spike returned the awkward stare as the butler walked off, trying to work out if that man kept the umbrella up his sleeve 24/7, it might turn out as a nice magic trick some time in the future. Spike then turned back around to Alexia who was now several feet in front of him and moving through the entrance. He let down the umbrella and flicked it to his right; a line of water flew off and into the side garden. He used it as a walking stick while walking towards the entrance, whistling.

Alexia placed her umbrella on a coat rack, one of the coat racks, and then put her coat over the top of it. Spike followed lead, but left his coat on. It was that exact time that a score of blues clicked on, the sound was so real it seemed that an actual band was playing in a room not too far ahead. It was faced paced, the type that everyone in the house would jump up and begin dancing to. Spike didn't mind blues, it was favorite next to Funk and Jazz fusion, the guitar riff was to die for as well.

Alexia began to walk forwards, her shoes giving off a loud tap on the floor, without looking she raised a hand and signaled for Spike to join her. Spike left the left corner of his mouth rise to a mouth in a slight smile; at least she didn't plan on leaving him behind. He quickened his pace and caught up with her, walking casually side by side.

Spike and Alexia entered an over sized ball room, over sized meaning one hundred by one hundred in size, that or bigger. Problem. Spike wasn't a very good dancer, and he hadn't practiced like Alexia has said when he woke up on her couch. The first thing that entered his mind was 'where the hell are the drinks?' but he wiped it, working out how selfish he was to think that way. Alexia had begun to tap her foot to the music, and Spike soon too gave in.

Alexia grabbed Spikes hand and pulled him further into the centre of the room, "Dance with me," she said in an ‘oh so’ erotic manner that it gave Spike goose bumps. Spike wasn't exactly the type to dance anyway, especially not to this kind of music, to Spike this was listening music. Foot tapping music.

"Alexia," he started, "I told you, I couldn't dance even if it was for my life," he said seriously.

Alexia now held onto both of Spikes hand, "Then I'll teach you while we do," Alexia said with a wink. Spike felt that this some how wasn't going to turn out to be a good night. She held onto Spikes left hand as she stepped to the left and to the right while twisting her waist, "Move one," she began as she held up Spikes hand above her head, "Spin me, and perhaps do something at the same time...just walk around me," Spike shrugged and began to walk around Alexia as she span around once, "Now the other way," and so Spike followed what seemed like her orders in order not to look like the dance floor fool.

He began to get the hang of it, slowly though, he wouldn't call himself a natural. He managed to get into the mood of enjoying himself, but it was nothing to shoot hoops with. While Spike danced in basic with Alexia he looked around the room. There was no disco ball, a couple of colorful lights though that moved about the place from time to time. Most of the lighting came from elegant chandeliers that sparkled so brightly Spike had to guess they were completely diamond or something close to it. People all around he and Alexia danced, some erotic and sensually while others just enjoyed themselves. They all ignored Spike and Alexia, even if they were the worst dancers in the room.

Spikes eyes were then drawn to the carvings that lined the connection of the walls and the ceiling, not to mention the skirting boards. It looked like a lot of effort had gone into them. The pattern was magnificent, like white vines creeping along the wall. The north wall was dominated by over sized doors, all of them were open and looking to the outside balcony, people chatted casually in the under cover area, but none of them were loud enough to overtake the music.

None of this bothered Spike that much, no matter how significant it was, or how much it must have cost. Spike's eyes focused on what was past the doors, past the people engrossed in their conversations, past the balcony it self. It was one hell of a grave yard from what he could see anyway, the darkness made it hard for him to see how far it stretched, but it still seemed to stretch far in his opinion. For the rest of the time that Spike danced with Alexia he eyed that grave yard, it didn't fit in at all, even if someone paid it to, it didn't fit in.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Spike's view snapped back to Alexia, and back to reality. She seemed to read his eyes as if he had missed the question, "Can I get you something to drink?"

Spike's mouth opened as he registered what she had said, then shook his head while he answered, "Oh, no, thank you," his eyes glanced to the right, looking back out the doors and at the cemetery, then back at Alexia's green eyes.

Alexia smiled, "Okay, I'll be right back...Will I be able to find you here?" she asked raising her brow.

Spike needed to see it for real, whether it was a trick of the eye or not, it was just totally bizarre, "I'm gonna step outside and get a breath of fresh air, you'll see me at the balcony," Spike glanced at the group of people, most of them were staying away from the hand railing, "Shouldn't be too hard to miss me," Spike then finished his answer and Alexia began to walk off.

Without holding back any further Spike began to walk towards the doors, ignoring their design or how large they were, he also didn't let his eyes fall onto any other person in the out side group. His eyes were fixated on the cemetery, hands hitting the cold hand railing. At four different points in the yard he saw four statues; he couldn't make out much detail of them, or if there were any more further off in the distance. He could make out however that they were indeed angels from their outline, that or devils, or perhaps something else with wings. They almost seemed to move, Spike swore he saw one of the wings shift, watching it fletch.

Spike jumped from a tap on his back, "Oh! I didn't mean to startle you in anyway, sorry," Alexia said holding a drink in her hand, Spike just shook his head that everything was fine, "Are you sure you don't want anything to drink?"

Spike slumped, leaning back on the hand railing, "Honestly, I'm the one who is supposed to be getting the drinks, not you. And no, I'm all drunk out at the moment," Spikes bad vocabulary stood out like a black sunflower.

"Sorry, I just figured I would get them until you felt more comfortable around this place," she answered sincerely. Her female intuition then kicked in, "What's wrong Spike?" She asked, leaning to the side and tilting her head to get his attention.

Spike hadn't realized that he was looking away from Alexia, startled once again almost, "This cemetery...I don't fully understand,"

"Wrong place for a cemetery, huh?" Alexia then answered in a question manner, "Most people don't bother to notice it, and they’re just here for the party and the drinks,"

"And what is here?" Spike asked, turning to look at Alexia again, "Whose place is this? What's the party for?" His curiosity began to heighten; he could almost feel his mental percentage rise in his mind.

Alexia smiled, "Now that..." she took a quick sip from her wine glass, "Is a secret," she said with a wink.

Spikes mind then went into over load, 'What the f**k is this? A winking competition? You've brought me to a party which I don't know a single soul that exists, nor yourself,' he thought, then began to rub his eyes so that he didn't give away that something was steaming in his head.

With another sip of her wine glass Alexia placed a hand delicately on Spikes right arm that was now resting on the hand rail, "I'll be right back. I just have some friends that I have to catch up with," she said.

"Mind introducing me to them?" Spike asked with a smile.

Alexia answered in the most nervous and simple way possible, "Personal friends,"

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 5
Premonition of pain

Spike continued to look out at the cemetery, those statues taunted him, they laughed at him and poked at his brain. Never before had he felt such curiosity overwhelm him, it was a sight seeing curiosity though, he didn't want to know their purpose as such; he just swore they were alive. A voice entered his head then, like white noise, screaming at him. He closed his eyes and attempted to control it, perhaps turn the volume down. Finally he achieved what he was attempting to do, "I'll smash my glass on the table and then stab it into the back of his neck," Spikes eyes opened wide as he turned around, still leaning on the balcony hand rail, and looked at a small group of people not too far from him. They all suddenly looked away when they saw him looking at them, although he could tell their attention was still mildly directed towards him.

Spike was incredibly glad to see Alexia's face again; it made him smile, especially after what he just heard, if he actually heard it of course. It was heart warming to know that someone you knew was with you, although to Spike it was a bit more confusing than that, because he didn't really know Alexia that well, but he still classed her as 'someone' to him. He wondered what that was, but postponed the thought when she leaned forwards and grabbed his hand, "You're still here? It's been an hour now! I thought you would have at least mingled with the guests," Alexia frowned at Spikes non-socialite personality, but beamed soon after, "I have someone I want you to meet, and I want you to start a small conversation with him at least, he is quite a charming man, you two might get along well,"

Spike simply let Alexia drag him around the dance floor, it was mandatory now, she was taking control of his movement. She moved fluently among the people, weaving through their amassing groups, but while she did that Spike had bump into someone in the odd occasion. It wasn't too long until they stood in front of a wealthy looking man, woman, and elegant young woman. Spike placed bets on seventeen, but unfortunately had no one to bet against, "Spike, this is Ruben O’Neil, his wife Caitlin O’Neil, and his daughter Emily O’Neil," Alexia said as she held her hand out, waving it over them.

Ruben held out his hand for a formal greeting, "It is an honor to meet you Spike, I'm going to put poison in your drink later," Ruben simply waited for Spike to shake his hand.

Spike stiffened to a door nail, "What?" he asked.

Ruben looked at Spike awkwardly, and then repeated his words, "I said it is an honor to meet you Spike, I hope you've had something to drink," the words were a little more peaceful, but Spike still felt an evil spirit crawl up his back. So in turn Spike just nodded his head and shook his hand, hoping the big fellow wouldn't crush it. Ruben looked like a true English man, the superb white mustache that curls out to the side and slightly grey hair, combed and greased so it looked like plastic. There wasn't a crease in sight on his suit, Spike thought he spotted one, but it just turned out to be the shadows playing a trick on his eyes. His posture couldn't be any straighter either, Spike thought that all he needed was the eye glass and he would be perfect.

Spike then turned his attention to Caitlin, although wanting to divert it as soon as possible. Her hair was like a brown marsh mallow with a freaking nipple, the sight could have easily made him vomit. Apart from that she put on so much make up that her skin was a dead white, worse than mister death the butler from before, next to that he skin wrinkled and sagged, Spike tried to guess her age without going over one hundred. The face just killed the dress she wore. Spike held his hand out to shake her own, no matter how much he didn't want to or would regret it; she seemed the type who would 'behead' you. When she grabbed hold and shook she spoke, "I'm going to stab a fork in your eye!"

Spike let go soon after that, flinching, "I'm sorry?" he asked politely.

Caitlin put on the same face as Ruben had before, "I said I hope you enjoy your stay here..."

Spike then thought hard, "Right," he said, and in the midst of the moment tried to ignore what he was hearing and turned to young Emily thinking, 'What on earth is this girl going to say to me...no doubt the scariest of the lot,' he held his hand out and she put her own in his hand, but palm down. She didn't wear anything fancy like everybody else in the room, but rather more casual clothes, her blue hair was what took Spikes attention most of the time, then here eyes, and then her entire face, soon Spike was basking in her existence.

Spike pulled Emily's hand closer to his mouth and kissed it, almost placing it back gently, she then spoke, "Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you," she said peacefully, bashing her eye lids almost.

Spike waited, 'Yeah...and...?' he waited for the moment where she would make up some gory way of killing him, but when it didn't come he then relaxed, "Please, the pleasure is all mine," he said in his cool tone, trade mark smile, and easy eyes. Alexia gave a bit of a giggle along with Emily from how womanizing Spike was being.

Spike snapped out of Emily's eyes when Ruben cleared his throat, on purpose of course, "I am the owner of this mansion, and I do hope you fit in well with all of my other guests, this rainy night better not be ruining your mood, the weather was unforeseeable,"

Spike waved his hands in front of himself in reassurance, "Oh no, I'm certainly enjoying myself here. This is quite a place you have...I enjoy the rain anyway, not a chance it's ruining it for me. I kinda like it when it's unexpected," Spike finished.

Emily then suddenly spoke up, "I like it when it rains too!" Spike couldn't help but admire her randomness. At least they had something in common. At least her parents didn't inspire her too much to act like they do; the whole 'charmed' idea was old anyway.

Ruben then looked at Spike after eyeing his daughter and spoke, "Dinner will be served soon, the next room is the dining room, if you wish to join us then, but it's free roam. You may do as you wish. Some people are on the upper levels at the moment," he explained.

Spike grinned, "If I'm hungry I'd be more than happy to join you..."

Ruben, Caitlin and young Emily then all moved off to the dining room. Emily looked behind herself the entire time looking at Spike until finally fitting through the door way. Spike stretched and yawned, his back cracking a large and loud amount. He turned to Alexia with a sour look on his face, "Please tell me you heard that..."

Alexia looked at Spike, perplexed, "What are you talking about? Dinner? Or something else?" she ask.

Spike just put on his normal face and stretched again, "Eh, forget it, probably just hearing things. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, happens all the time...but I'm normally not sober then," Spike began to walk back to the balcony.

Alexia grabbed the back of his shirt and held him, "Where are you going? I'm not finished yet. I want you to meet some more friends of mine,"

"Damn, and just when I thought I was getting lucky," Spike said as he stumbled while Alexia pulled him back.


'Take two,' Spike thought as he was yanked out of the ball room and into another more smoky environment, it was a cross between a library and a bar, and the veil was so thick Spike honestly couldn't see the other side of the room. He was a smoker himself, but this s*** was heavy, right now he was trying to work out if it was better to be surrounded by strangers or die from lack of oxygen. Perhaps which one was worse.

Once again Spike found himself standing in front of a bunch of wealthy English look alike, this time one of them did have an eye piece, but let it drop away when Alexia came forwards with Spike in tow. Spike cringed and winced, almost cowering to the floor when the man with the eye piece put on the brightest face ever imaginable; Spike wondered if it was even possible, all he could think of shortly after that was 'holy s***!'

The beaming retard then spoke, "Alexia my magnificent woman," he walked forwards ready to take her into a hug, Alexia let go of Spike and held her arms wide open. The each enlaced themselves, although what caught Spikes eye was the sudden 'friendliness' as the man grabbed each of Alexia's butt cheeks and squeezed them, he was just glad that Alexia pushed him away fast enough while shaking her head, "Ahem, please, the CEO's of Umbrella are all here to meet you. I've told them a lot about your studies,"

Spike couldn't see Alexia's face from behind, but he was sure that it was one of those gay embarrassed faces, "Oh really, there's nothing all too great about my work," she said putting a hand to her chest as if to catch her breath.

A man to the left of the group spoke up, "Please, Alexia, do not hide your mysterious vorpalness. Every single piece of information that you have taken in from the Larcer virus is just simply amazing if not inspiring for the whole company, we've been able to prove your theories around it and greatly study it more," Spike was overwhelmed from the sea of the man’s vocabulary.

This Umbrella CEO was the king of speed, the type with more than half a million dollars worth of meat under the hood, kind of like 'get to the point or f**k off'. He wore a white suit and held a glass of champagne delicately in his hand, as if it was his own child, if he even had one. Spike hoped he would born to one though, because if he did Spike knew that the personality of the child would be bad ass and messy, never being around his or her father. Spike was in the presence of magnificence, but for some reason rich people always managed to be complete ass holes. Each other person who sat around him sucked away on a cigar or some cigarette as if the nicotine was more important than your own existence.

Alexia then put on another inane face, "Oh why thank you," she said in reply, Spike knew at the moment she was trying to find words and put them into a sentence that actually worked.

"If you wouldn't mind perhaps later on tonight we might be able to get together and have a more involved conversation about your studies...That is if you're up to it of course,"

Alexia nodded her head, almost like she was begging for it to fall off, "Oh yes, yes I would mister Burges," Spike was about to leap forwards and hold onto her neck, he swore that it was about to rip any minute. Alexia then turned to Spike, "Oh, this is Spike," the so called mister Burges looks at Spike from head to toe, then scowled.

Spike was sure he heard something mumble out from Burges breath, "You'll be the next in line to become a guinea pig," Spike wasn't entirely sure what it meant, or whether or not it involved some kind of depressing death. All these people were freaks anyway. Spike turned and began to leave the room. Alexia merely looked at him and then back at the group, then ran after Spike, disappearing in the pea soup of smoke.

Spike walked back into the ball room, then picked up speed as he moved back out onto the balcony to just think and figure out what was going on. Alexia caught up with him finally, "Spike! What is wrong with you? I want you to be there with me while I'm in front of the group. I was trying to introduce you," she exclaimed.

Spike just turned, scratching and itch, "Yeah-well there's not much good in me being there when every body thinks I'm trailer trash," he said.

"What makes you think that?" Alexia then asked.

Spike put on an aggravated look, "Didn't you notice their faces when they each looked at me? It seemed as if they were each going to molester the crapping out of my body with a spoon and noodle!" he then returned his gaze to the cemetery.

Alexia put on a more comforting face, then rubbed a hand up and down his back, "Just ignore those factors, you have to get to know them and they have to do the same towards you...If you really want to stay out here that's fine, but I want you to try and mingle with other guests if possible at least," she said, Spike just looked at her in the corner of his eye and nodded. Alexia then patted him twice and turned around, heading back to the room of smoke...


Spike spent another aeon standing at the balcony, he held his right index finger and thumb at the bridge of his nose, pinching it to try and take the thoughts out of his mind. He was quickly becoming tired and couldn't do a great deal about it, he thought he saw Alexia walk through the ball room again, but paid no major attention when the face that was on her made her look constipated. Spike knew that it was an annoyed face though, the type that would slap you in an argument if you took it too far.

"Excuse me? Mister Spike, sir?" Spike heard a voice emit to his left and turned to see Emily, "Hi...it's Emily f-from before? Remember?"

Spike wheezed out of his nose, "How could I forget...Please, just call me Spike, no need for formalities. It just ****es me off," Spike saw her put on a alarmed face from his language, "I suppose you're not allowed to swear in this place?"

Emily then calmed down, "There isn't a lot that I can do in this family. So many obligations and restrictions that I have to put them down on a list because there are so many," Emily fiddled with her fingers and looked down at the ground, "I've have to sew my mouth shut every time I'm around my parents, that out burst of me saying that I like rain just grounded me another two weeks...Not like it matters though, I never leave the mansion," when she looked back up Spike's view was back over the four statues in the cemetery.

When Spike looked at her he thought that by looking away she got the idea he had ignored her whole sentence, Spike didn't want to give the wrong idea, or insult her, "Fight for your right Emily, even if that means you have to break little rabbits necks and smear their blood on the walls to get noticed, don't let your parents control you," he explained, then returned his gaze to the various tomb stones.

Emily's face changed when she realized that Spike had in fact heard her mental torment, "You see if they heard that now you would be in front of a firing squad,"

"Well, I doubt that they'd hit anything major. I'd just wake up in hospital like all the other times...maybe at Alexia's place..." Spike said, he felt his eye lids scrape themselves down his ever bare eyes.

Emily didn't fully understand what Spike was talking about, but vaporized the thought entirely from her long term memory and blurted out, "Would you like to go for a walk...?"


"So what are the leaders of Umbrella doing here anyway? I thought this was just some party meant for people who kept more than the heads of black bears as trophies over their fire place," Spike asked, his hands were in his pockets now and he was putting on his usual slumped figure.

"Well, you're lucky I eaves drop a lot around my parents, but none of it ever makes any sense to me. Apparently the CEO's of Umbrella are gathering in a more secluded room from the party much later on tonight with another group of people from a company called 'Parasol'. Parasol is a rival to Umbrella, but now they want to start a pact and work together in their research and creations," Emily explained.

Spike ran over her words a couple of times, finding the group to be somewhat bizarre. Would the party be going to mask their meeting perhaps? It could have been anything though, "Do you know Alexia well?" Spike then asked, he figured this would be the best time to find out some more on his timely date.

"She's been a friend of my parents for quite some time now, and through them she's made contact with the superiors of Umbrella. She wants to work for them in the future apparently, and use this research on the Larcer virus to better their motives an go up in the world. I've read all of her books, she's very talented," Emily then explained
Spike nodded, gathering all of what Emily had said, he then looked up into the eyes of a gryphon, taking a step back in fear. He soon realized that it was one of the statues; its figure looked much different than when he was back at the balcony. Spike turned around, they had covered quite some distance from the mansion now. When he returned his line of sight to the statue he stumbled back, almost landing ass down onto the earth beneath his feet. Last time he looked he was sure that the statue was looking down at the ground, now it was looking in the direction of the next statue. Spike was about to ask Emily about it but then realized that she had traveled much further forwards now, leaving Spike behind.


Spike then had to ask, "What would you think if you started hearing people say different ways of killing you, but only you heard it and no one else?" he held his hands out in body language to show that he wouldn't have as much of a clue as the next person, but perhaps Emily might.

"I'd watch my every move and stay away from people as best as possible..." Emily said bluntly.

"Why's that?" Spike then asked soon after.

"Do you ever get the feeling that something bad might happen when you wake up in the morning that the day was just going to be turned inside out and upside down with horror?" Emily started, she didn't wait for Spike to answer, "We call that a premonition, and generally 'of badness'. But in my eyes I call it a 'Premonition of pain'. It happens to me a lot, so I avoid the big groups,"

Spike was amazed at how open Emily was, they had much in common. Premonition of pain. Spike laughed slightly in his head. He loved this girl’s terminology.

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 6
We all fall down

Spike leaned back on the statue of the gryphon, running through his mind, what he was thinking. It was kind of ironic; Spike preferred it out here, surrounded by tomb stones and names that no longer have any meaning. He was more comfortable surrounded by dead people than the living, maybe it was because they didn't speak, didn't move. They did nothing, just the way Spike liked it. Emily seemed to have a fascination towards the tomb stones as well, reading the names and what the family asked to be engraved on the stone, you could almost say she gave them meaning. The families of the dead would have probably stopped visiting their graves a long time ago, abandoning them, but Emily said in her spare time she would often visit the graves.

Spike stood up, "I'm going to head back now, Emily," he said out loud to thin air, he didn't actually know which grave she was at or how far she had gone.

She heard it though, her head popping up from behind one of the many stones, "Don't go yet! Stay a little longer!" she exclaimed, Spike wondered if it was fear that was in her eyes at that point in time, perhaps she didn't like being left alone in the dark, but it might have been anything.

Spike held up his wrists, "I don't have a watch but I can bet that it's getting close to midnight, people would no doubt be clearing out now, Alexia may be looking for me..." Spike lowered his hands, "Y'know, to take, me...home," Spike raised an eye brow. What would happen after tonight?

Emily shook her head, her voice wavering in her next sentence, "No it's only ten thirty, p-plenty of time...The party finishes at midnight, trust me," she finished with a smile of discomfort.

Ten thirty? Was she sure? Spike was actually beginning to get bored out here, and if that was happening that meant he had spent a lot of time among the stone and grass, a little too much time. He ignored Emily’s' request to stick around and turned on his heel, marching towards the mansion, little did he know that it was more of a demand than a request, In Emily’s' voice of course.

There was the sound of feet shifting across grass, and as Spike turned he found Emily taking hold of his jacket and trying to tug him away from the mansion. She didn't say anything; she just pulled and gritted her teeth. She was failing though; strength definitely wasn't on her side. Finally her shoes slipped on the wet grass and she landed on her backside, "Can I ask just what you're trying to do?" Spike said as he crouched down, resting his arms on his legs as he looked into Emily’s' eyes.

She didn't return the look though; her eyes darted about the place as if the tomb stones would be able to make up a good reason to get Spike to stay. She then returned the look, her face turned pale like she had seen a ghost, "A can't stay alone out here in the rain," she said at a speed that Spike couldn't even comprehend. Kind of reminded him of an episode of Gilmore Girls, of course there was nothing else better to watch on television at the time, but at least it gave him something to laugh at. How many words did they say in a matter of one minute? Work that one out your self, Spike had tried one too many times.

Spike shook his head and laughed lightly, "Then why don't you come inside out of the rain?" he held his hand out to catch a few drops, "It's only really sprinkling at the moment anyway..." then brought his hand back in and wiped the water on his knee.

"Even when it sprinkles I still don't like being alone in the rain, and I really want to stay out here for the moment," she said, her eyes had begun to dart about the place again.

Spike shook his head this time, he couldn't believe what she was saying, "There is always tomorrow, and the forecast says it's supposed to be clear," Spike made the second part up, he never watched the weather report on television. Come to think of it, for all he knew he could be making up the first part as well, "What ever," he then said and stood up, starting to walk away from the mansion this time around. He didn't bother to see whether Emily still had that ghostly face on, or whether she was jumping for joy.

Spike felt himself falling asleep, he was now resting his arms against the stone gryphon and had buried his head among them, now and then he would look up to see where Emily was, but slam his head back down into his arms when he lost the energy to hold it up. He saw her once walk from one tomb stone to another and wondered how much longer they would be here for, out of his own boredom he climbed up on top of the statue and lay down on the gryphon’s back, staring up at the cloudy night sky. After a while he couldn't help himself, and covered his face with his right arm and tucked his left arm in beside him, then fell asleep.


I had that dream again...It was definitely Alexia, god she's so beautiful. There's just this look that she gets on her face when she gets onto the bed, a smile, but not baring teeth. The way she works just makes me feel so...I don't know, hot. And it felt so real! I kind of wish it was, it sort of is, but not in that actual physical way. I'll just call it a pain in the ass for now.

"I'm dreaming...aren't I?" I asked to Alexia who was on top of me.

"No, you're not..." she said as she kissed me.

I thought I'd see whether or not I had any control in this dream at all, putting my hand up to Alexia's stomach and pushing her away. A look of confusion washed onto her face, wondering what was wrong, a look of concern perhaps. She tried to move in again but I just pushed her back in return. This little conflict went on for a while until Alexia finally gave up and rolled over onto her side next to me.

So I had control in the dream, excellent. I got up off the bed, ignoring Alexia entirely even though she wasn't protesting, and opened the door of the room. There was one hell of a blinding bright light, as if the room it self was just floating in purgatory. I then felt my body collapse, and everything faded to black.

When I opened my eyes I was back on the same freaking bed. I waited for Alexia to stroll on into the room and make a rerun of what had happened previously. I was oblivious to the amount of time I spent waiting, when finally realizing that nothing had happened I got up off the bed, aiming for the door again wondering whether the light would be waiting for me. Out of the blue though the door burst open and Emily skipped on through, jumping on top of me and pushing me back onto the bed smiling.

The smile soon turned to an open wide mouth as the grey roof above my head turned to dark grey clouds and I felt tiny drops of water land on my fore head...


"Spike? Spike wake up!" Emily whispered into Spikes ear, shaking his body. She had clambered up onto the statue several minutes earlier and had now had the trouble of attempting to rouse him, a face of delight sprung upon her as she saw his eyes open, "Finally. You could sleep through a thunderstorm couldn't you," she said as she helped him sit up slightly.

Spike sighed, "Please tell me Alexia hasn't let me here..." he started as he looked around the place. It looked darker than usual, well; there were absolutely no lights on anywhere, "How long have I been sleeping for?"

Emily shook her head, "It's not that," she said looking in the direction of the mansion, "The lights of the mansion, they all went off at once, the entire area is pitch black,"
"There is a storm going on not far from here you know, it could have hit the power plant that the mansion is connected to. If that's not the reason, then your parents are probably behind in the energy bill...I wouldn't be surprised with the amount of lighting that they use," Spike said, he lay back down.

"No, my father bought a generator for the mansion in case something like this happened from the power station. But it hasn't started at all," Emily explained trying to pull Spike back up, "It's not just that as well," she said finally pulling Spike up, "Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Spike asked in return, a little annoyed from Emily's intrusion on his dream that he was trying to decipher, "I don't hear anything-" he paused, that was just it, there was not a sound alike that came from any where on the compass. Spike imagined he would be able to hear the muddy gossip of several groups at the mansion waiting for the power to come back on, but there wasn't, the area was virtually dead, "Okay then...What's going on?"

"That's the thing, I don't know..." Emily said as she pulled on Spikes jacket, "It all happened so suddenly, I couldn't make any sense of it. One moment I'm crouching behind one of the tomb stones to get a close look at it, next thing I know I stand up to find myself in complete darkness.

Spike was confused, but he was also concerned, concerned about Alexia. Wondering what might have happened to her. Spike slid down the tail of the gryphon and pushed himself off before his nether region could be crushed by the loop not far ahead. He landed on his feet, and then froze. In his right mind he wouldn't make any noise, that might be a big mistake, thankfully the wet grass had muffled most of his landing. He unfroze and turned around to help Emily down, making sure she too didn't make too much noise. He held his right index finger up to his lips to make sure she would keep it that way too.

Spike most certainly couldn't see five feet in front of him now that he was on ground level, but he moved in the direction he was certain the mansion was at. Emily had grabbed hold of the back of his jacket in fear and kept close to him, he knew she didn't know what to think of the situation. Spike wondered if he would do better to just stay back at that gryphon and sleep until morning. He had come to far though, and he already felt his foot touch the bottom of the steps that lead up to the back court yard, which then lead to the balcony.

Not a soul existed in the court yard, but the ball room made up for that. Bodies lay a strew everywhere, like everybody had just fallen dead on the ground. Spike wondered if it was safe for him and Emily to stay in the room and was deciding to leave immediately. But one thing ran through Spike mind.
He had to find Alexia first...

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 7
Red Rose, Black Carnation

Alexia's head hurt badly, she couldn't the last time she felt this much pain, like something had crawled in her ear and was slowly eating away at her brain. She felt tears stream down her cheeks from the amount of pain, holding her arms over her and curling up into a ball. She rocked back and forwards, sobbing, wishing the pain would go away. She couldn't think straight, it was just jumble in her head from the agony. She screamed, "Get it out! Please!" wondering whether any body would be close enough to hear her, if only she could get her hands on a hatchet now. She used the best substitute in mind since she couldn't get her hands on anything that would help, she instead she used them, bashing herself in the head. Left, right, keeping the combo's in tow while crying out.
It was after twenty or so that something clicked, Alexia stopped punching herself and just knelt there on the hard floor. The crimson poured from her left ear, blood trickling down the side of her head and down her neck, staining what was of her white shirt. Alexia's entire body twitched as she blinked finally, returning to what was the world at hand. She blinked a couple more times before finally breathing, she had trouble breathing, holding her throat and wiping her nails across it to get the air in while smudging the blood from her ear across it also.
There was an odd metallic sound in the distance and then a sound of several gears moving, there was a 'whoosh' as the air system turned itself back online and oxygen returned to the room. Alexia took in a deep relieving breath, coughing not long after, her chest pumping slightly. She finally came to rest, unfortunately her paranoia still stuck around as she was bathed in darkness. Alexia thought about screaming out again but feared that may only bring on worse things. She thought about just sitting there until someone came along, her inertia keeping her at bay, but even her inertia couldn't help and she soon rose to her feet.
She walked forwards with her hands outstretched waiting to hit something hard, then staggered as the lights in the house all turned on at once. She tripped over herself and fell onto a fixed stool, holding tight onto the red padding of its seat and waited until her eyes focused and she was able to stand the light.
Alexia took her balance when her eyes finally rendered her surroundings. She was now in a bowling alley. It struck her odd at first, but then she remembered that Ruben had virtually everything in this mansion. For one it was two levels underground, so you had to have air ducting in order to breathe. Alexia walked out in front of the bowling area, looking at each alley from left to right. When she finished the panning something caught her eye at one end of the room, of course the exit couldn't have looked any more beautiful to her than before.
Alexia began to walk towards it with a smile; she almost jumped when she thought about seeing Spikes face again, it was kind of ironic when she did jump because it wasn't in joy. She leapt towards the seats when the machines at the end of each alley all started up at the same time, setting their pins down and then shutting off. Alexia simply looked at them, she understood that if the machines had started up like that then some one was operating them, in a situation like this why were they doing so? Perhaps seeing another human being was the greatest thing at a time like this, unless it was Spike of course.
Alexia was about to move again when the giant LED board over the top of each alley lighted up, black text rolled onto a black background reading clearly 'Play with me...'. It then vanished soon after as the ball return for each alley spat out a bowling ball, each ball was exactly the same size, and the grip holes pointed upwards perfectly. Each ball was also a terribly bright white, white to the point were you would think the piece of area in space had no colour involved to it at all, like someone had forgotten to paint over that area. The main theme that rolled through Alexia's head was, 'There is a sick serial killer who wants me to get a strike in each alley other wise he wont unlock the door and will release some unknown poison into the room...' if Alexia wanted to hold onto her sanity for just that much more longer, then she planned on getting rid of that thought.
She ignored everything that had happened in the past ten to twenty seconds and picked up her pace to get to the exit door. Before she had even reached it she had started into a run, pulling the latches down from the top and bottom then wrenching the handle down to the point of breaking before blasting through the door into a pitch black hall way. Alexia stopped, refusing to move into more darkness, she turned around to find that the LED screen had come back to life again. She grew mortified over what it said, 'Aww...now play?' the words then changed one final time, 'Okay then, bu-bye!' and the lights and everything around Alexia turned off.
The hall ways echoed with her screams.
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It was just one time in my life that was truly traumatic, I knew that I wouldn't sleep right for the next year or so to come, if not forever. I labeled it the bridge of death, mainly because I couldn't think of any better name for it, but also because the name basically said everything about it.
I was only twelve at the time on a small trip with my parents and myself around Africa, I was oblivious to how the map worked or where we actually went, so I just spent my time marveling at the wild life and nature of the land. I didn't know any of the dangers of it though, not about the predators or hunters that were in the area, but in the end none of that bothered me.
The car had skidded to a stop and both my parents had scrambled out of the car, my mother scream and shaking so badly that she couldn't get the handle down to open her door and in the end smashed her head against the window to death, eventually shattering it and cutting her throat open on the shards that remained in the rim of it. My father on the other hand had successfully managed to open the door on his first try, holding his head as he screamed. Sometimes he galloped as his mouth foamed up or he side stepped while holding his head, trying to squeeze it, trying to squeeze something out of it. Time and time again he would look back at the jeep with pain, fury, and sorrow. Blood had begun to flood out of his eyes and his nose; when ever he pulled his hands away from his ears a puddle of blood would escape and sit on the ground. It almost looked like it was boiling to me.
I watched as my father ran along the bridge that the jeep was featured on, as if he desperately needed to get to the other side. Then, out of his own mercy, he turned his direction ninety degrees and threw him self off the stone bridge.
I felt tears swell up in my eyes, My mother lay limp with her head hanging out of the car, blood dribbled down the side of the door, so much blood...it had spread out several metres on the ground. Apart from my mother, I no longer knew the status of my father. After his screams had disappeared when he floated away from sight, something greater replaced him. More screams, hundreds of screams. I looked out the back window, my watering eyes widened as I fumbled with the catch to get it open and then climbed on top of the car. Just as I did so, hundreds, perhaps thousands of African natives screamed bleeding from every hole in their body, I was sure that some of them were in fact bleeding out of the orifices of their skin. They shook the car as they ran past, smashing the remaining windows and at one point almost tipping it completely onto its side.
I couldn't go anywhere, from the other side of the bridge more people ran screaming, trailing their blood everywhere. I was literally stuck on an island of doubt. The two sides clashed as they could go no further, and then just like my father, began to throw themselves helplessly off the bridge. I lay on top of the car crying 'Mummy' and 'Daddy', the car shaking continuously.
I could only think that hours had passed until the screaming had stopped, looking up, no longer was anyone rushing towards the bridge. I expected everybody to have been over the side of the bridge, but came close to throwing up when I saw the number of bodies lying on the ground. Heads had been crushed and bones had been broken as an endless amount of people must have tripped over them selves and then managed to get trampled on, I could barely even see the gray of the cement bridge under the amount of red that existed. Although that wasn't all, for as far as my eyes could see people had been stepped on after falling over, bodies covered the wide dirt roads, some of them lay in the ditches in a bath of red.
Little did I know that it was in fact a wide scale genocide from an unknown and invisible killer, it had in fact killed thousands of people on a 100+ kilometre squared area. The killer turned every bodies inside into mush in a matter of second, its replicating abilities take merely a second before it had spread through out the entire body, it the forced all the blood and fluids of the human body out of any openings on the vessel so that it was completely hollowed out except for any left over flesh and bones.
I was filled with remorse about agreeing to come with my parents to the bridge of death, but I was also filled with gratefulness to know that the killer in fact didn't effect anybody under the age of fifteen.
A sun burn had formed on my skin that was open to the blinding hear, I lay on top of the jeep for another twelve hours until finally help arrived. I couldn't move, I was oblivious to even existence, what had happened was just wrong but there was nothing I could do about it.
There was something I could do about it, I could learn about this killer and fight back at it, help the human race win a war against the invisible. Nothing would help get rid of the vision though, my dead mother, my psycho father, and the thousands of residents that had jumped off the bridge.
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Alexia's eyes opened again, she was unaware of how long she had been sleeping for, or even the fact that she had cried and screamed herself to sleep. What she was thankful for was the red light that illuminated some of the hall way in front of her. She was stuck in the door way of the bowling alley and hall way at the moment, taking a hold of herself and standing up. The bowling alley was still in darkness, so Alexia decided to stick with the hall ways this time around.
The halls of the mansion below ground weren't as elegant as those above and in the higher levels, there was no carpet, and there were no picture on display. If you didn't know how you got down there then you could have said that you were in a hospital...Well, Alexia was unaware of how she had gotten down there, but she had been given tours of the lower levels before on other visits, unfortunately she hadn't spent enough time down here to in fact have the halls memorized. She knew there was an over sized kitchen, over sized underground swimming pull, a games room filled with all sorts of high tech gadgets, and a casino. Small time casino, but still a casino. It never made much sense to Alexia in fact, she didn't know how often people frequented the mansion, she only came a couple of times a year or more to visit Ruben and catch up with other friends from in the area or around the globe.
Alexia stopped, she was sure she had heard something, something out of the ordinary...a growl, no, a moan. She couldn't put her finger on it anyway, so she otherwise decided to ignore it, waiting a further minute to make sure that it was nothing and then continued.
She remembered that in order to get to the next level, then from the bowling alley you had to move through the casino and up a flight of steps. Alexia wasn't too sure how good this recalled information was to her, or if it even stood properly, but she went with it. Walking further down the hall, an over sized door to her left came to view, it looked wrong in the mass of the hall ways considering it looked like it was hand carved and then handles shined even in the low amount of light. The handles were lever handles rather than knobs, classic style, Alexia pushed it down and then pushed the door forwards. She now stood in the over sized room of the under ground casino. The floor was sunken so that they could actually fit it perfectly underground along with the other floors, so Alexia was forced to walk down a flight of steps until she reached the proper floor of the casino.
There were hundreds of slot machines, black jack to the left, and a whole bunch of other boards and card games to the right. Alexia thought of trying to keep to the safe side of things and walk around the entire casino, keeping her back to the wall, unfortunately she was so desperate to get to the other side that she instantly began to walk among the slot machines, ignoring anything that her eyes narrowed on.
Alexia turned and backed away as one of the slot machines started up, its lights blinking and crappy midi sounds going off. Alexia fell onto another slot machine and pulled its level down, the slots started up and each pinged onto triple bar. The coins began to floor out of the opening as a light above it lit up and a recorded mans voice shouted out "Winner! Winner! Winner!" Alexia ignored it all and picked up her speed, aiming to get out of the city of slot machines.
Something caught her eye, forcing her to stay put and not move. A black figure had dropped from the ceiling above and landed among the slot machines with a 'thump'. Alexia didn't dare move, her inertia holding her in place this time. After many minutes Alexia finally had the privilege to see the creature, it was too dark to see the detail on its body, but Alexia was sure that it didn't look very pleasant. A long and drooling tongue escaped from its mouth, looping about in the air and then being sucked back in as the creature moved on. Alexia wondered why it hadn't seen her, she was lit up well enough with the slot machines, she placed her bet that it worked around sound as its route moved around to the slot machine that was making all of the noise.
The creature reared up and stabbed its claws into the machine, tearing it to shreds. As soon as the sound stopped it changed its direction and moved to another slot machine, getting that one to shut up as well. The room was now quiet again, Alexia tried stepping forwards, but held on when the creature stopped its own course and looked in her direction. After a second or so it went back to lollygagging around the room.
Alexia took several steps forwards when the creature was out of sight the heard a 'thump' in front of her. She looked to find another of the creatures had fallen from the ceiling directly where she was going to put her next foot. It looked at the spot on the ground waiting for Alexia to put her foot down, she guessed that it was going to grab it and throw her about the place soon after she had. Thinking fast, Alexia reached to her side and pulled the lever on one of the slot machines. Its lights turned on and music started, coins dropping into the tray. The creature looked in the direction of the machine and then attacked it, tearing it to shreds.
Alexia span on her foot, not wasting any time, she raced off in the direction she had come while pulling the levers on the slot machines. Creatures from all above her jumped down and plowed into the noise makers. Alexia had almost made it to the stairs when a creature dropped down in front of her, and in the unfortunate turn of events there were no more slot machines around her. She made a running start for another group of slot machines, the creature close in tow. As she entered the pack she pulled the lever causing the sounds to go off, then hid among another small group of the machines as the creature got busy in tearing that one apart.
The room became silent again as all the machines that had started up were now dead, Alexia breathed heavily wondering whether the creatures could hear that too. She looked to her right, and in the reflection of the ball handle of one of the levers saw one of the creatures behind her. Its tongue flicked and moved for her throat. In a last desperate act of keeping herself alive Alexia reached for the lever and pulled it, more vibrations going off. She ducked as the tongue shot forwards and took hold of the lever, tearing it off.
Alexia pulled more levers around her and then sprinted for the stair case, ignoring another that happened around her. Every creature in the house performed a locomotive jump and landed on the machines, landed on each other in a complete dog pile. Alexia took the steps two at a time, hoping that none of the creatures would notice her, to her dismay though she head the thump of one of them approaching. Alexia's hand gripped the cold handle of the door as she wrenched it open, stepping through and turning around to close it, she saw the creature jump at her, its tongue shooting our. The door close on its tongue, Alexia pulling with all her might, the creature smashed its fists against the door, putting dents in it.
After a matter of time Alexia realized she was pulling on the door for no reason. The bashing had stopped and, when she looked at the ground, she found that the creatures tongue had been chopped off and was now lying on the floor, useless.
Alexia checked down both hallways, making sure no more creatures surrounded her, and then collapsed against the wall breathing heavily. She didn't want to know about the things in that room any longer, but for that to happen she would have to find a new way around to the stairs leading to the next level. She cursed to herself and stood up, staggering across the floor towards her next unknown destination.

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 8
The upside down hourglass

The air unit was kind enough to continue churning and pump fresh oxygen through out the corridors, Alexia felt a lot more active down here, which was mainly because Ruben had set up a CO2 filter. Only oxygen came on through, and instead of it being around twenty one percent, it was at a graceful forty percent. Alexia could jump through hoops if she wanted to at the moment, seeing as she was mainly the only being down here that breathed oxygen; she had it all to herself. Her mind wandered back to the creatures in the sunken casino, did they breathe air? What were they?
Alexia felt a sting in her left ear, feeling it with her index and middle finger; she had completely forgotten that she was bleeding from there, why did her head hurt? It was a pain in the ass when you knew virtually nothing on what happened around you, or to you. She turned left and moved down a short dead end corridor, pushing the swing door to the females rest rooms open and sliding on in. The light in here was still very dim, at the far end of the room one of the lights blinked on and off. Suddenly the room she was in seemed incredibly long, like it grew right in front of her very eyes. The clean tiles on the walls and floor reflected the red emergency light perfectly. Several stalls stood open, some of them remained closed, and one of them said 'occupied' in red.
Alexia ignored it and walked past each of the stalls and glancing into the ones that were open. The toilets sparkled clean even in the shadows, rings for the baby face, couldn't get any germs from those. Alexia turned to the sink in the middle, looking into the mirror at herself. One side of her clothing and face were a mess, the other side looked like it had been untouched, and she saw the bruises around her temple recalling beating away at herself. She touched one of the bruises, but quickly withdraws when it panged with pain. She took one of the flannelettes and rinsed it with some water, dabbing away at her ear and cleaning it out as best as possible. She squeezed some water in and tipped her head side ways and then the other side quickly, rinsing the blood out so that it didn't harden and cause her to lose any more hearing in her left ear, like a martini so to say.
Alexia then washed the blood off of the flannelette, folding it over length wise and wiped the dry tear streaks off of her face. She then quickly wiped up and down her neck until no red was in sight. She placed the flannelette down and leaned against the sink, taking further observation to her white shirt that was now water logged with blood, she suddenly realized that she wasn't wearing her jacket, but remembered that she left it hanging on a chair back up in the common room with mister Burges. Alexia removed her shirt from her body, the only major coverage being her bra, she turned the tap on full and shoved her t-shirt under it, letting it hand there for a while.
Alexia looked up into the mirror a second time, this time pondering over her life and well being, what has happened, where she came from, where she would be going, perhaps how it would end. She remembered the images of her mother and father, knowing that it would link to the one memory she couldn't erase, she then forgot about them.
There was a disturbance in colour from the mirror, the red on the 'occupied' signal on the door was soon turning to the green 'vacant'. Alexia's heart sank as she saw feet shuffle behind the door, no sound came from it what so ever, the person behind wise had something planned out in order to stay that silent. Alexia turned the water off, and the sign stopped moving, the feet stopped shuffling. Still looking at the stall, Alexia rinsed the water out of her shirt as best as possible, now only a mild red stain say on the pure white. Alexia put her shirt on, and then braced herself. She turned around slowly, shivering not from the cold but what might be behind that door. She waited to see what might happen.
Bang!
The door burst open, a humongous man moved out in a violent style brandishing a cleaver in his right hand, blood flowed from his ears, nose, eyes and mouth. He raised the cleaver above his head and gave out a snarl. Alexia fell to her back side with her own hands raised up, wondering if they would shield her against the blade that was about to make its way through her head, her mind saw herself being butchered alive, her limbs being cut off one by one. She screamed, "No!" in a long and desperate echo. For a while she sat there holding her hands up and keeping her eyes screwed shut.
"Holy crap Alexia, I'm sorry," came the rather monotonous voice that Alexia heard ever so often.
Alexia opened her eyes to find that the man had lowered the clever and was holding out his hand, "Holy s*** Nigel, you scared the hell out of me," she said, still cowering from his hulking figure. She stared into the blood shot eyes of the man who had grabbed her butt hours earlier. After another couple of seconds or so she took hold of his hand and let him pull her up. That didn't mean she didn't want to make some distance from him though.
Nigel watched as Alexia stumble away from him, backing up against the wall, "I heard the door to the rest rooms open and I thought it was one of them. I hid in the nearest stall and stood up on the toilet, I was scared," Nigel said, even though his voice sounded reassuring, his looks were f**king that up for him greatly.
"What?" Alexia said, exclaiming slightly, "One of what for Christ’s sake?" Alexia looked at the clever and saw that it was in fact tainted with blood it self, had Nigel come across those creatures as well? He noticed that Alexia was eyeing the bloody blade and moved it behind his back with an uncomfortable smile, "Nigel..." Alexia began again, "You didn't by any chance get a head ache before you came in here did you?"
"N-no," Nigel stammered, "W-why would I?" he asked with an even larger uncomfortable grin. He would have because he was showing primary symptoms of having caught the Larcer virus, Alexia didn't know why she wasn't at his stage now, but she didn't care, he was volatile. His immune system must have been fighting off the intruder as best as possible, but in the end he would go insane. Nigel's smile turned sour, "I'm not dead yet...c-c'mon, perhaps my body can fight off the virus, don't you think? It-it's possible isn't it? Isn't it Alexia?" Alexia just looked at him and shook her head. It wasn't long until his body spasmed and he raised the clever above his head, bringing it down with full force.
The clever wedged it self in the sink next to Nigel as he shook his head, he turned around and ran towards the exit. Alexia didn't expect him to hit the wall though, she thought he might use what energy he had left to get out of the building perhaps. There was no bridge, but the wall sufficed. His snarls stopped immediately when he hit the wall. His body fell back, dead, a huge spatter of blood capitalized across the wall. The front of his face had literally caved in and now it was just a mound of gore. The blood on the wall looked like a flower at first, until it started to wheedle down the wall and through the cracks between each tile, then it looked like it was a bleeding flower.
Alexia just sat there quietly letting her mind go over what had happened, just let it sift through the facts and find the important stuff that would piece everything together into a clear picture. When she finally realized what had happened she let out a cry, pushing her legs against the floor, trying to merge with the wall behind her and disappear, get rid of the sight in front of her. In her last hopes of trying to purge her mind clean she put her hands to her eyes, see no evil.
There was one part that didn't fit though, why hadn't she committed suicide too? She knew she was young but not young enough to survive the invisible killer. The blood from her left ear was enough to start her up, but she hadn't, she still held onto her sanity slightly, she still breathed easily. It was like the virus had started in her body, and then stopped; she wouldn't know why unless she got herself out of this room, out of this building, isolated herself from reality and tested her own blood. No. Now she was thinking just like Nigel, it was only a matter of time before the virus turned her insides to the out side and force her to smash her own head against the nearest wall.
Alexia removed her hands from her face, arms shaking, not to mention the rest of her body. She stood up, still wanting to melt into the wall, wondering if there was any point going further than she already had. Perhaps she could wait for help again? Unfortunately she didn't think this situation would end up being the same as the last, and in that she walked forwards. Her wet shirt stuck to her and she pulled it away every now and then as she took each step with caution.
She passed Nigel’s lifeless body; the bloody muck in his face was boiling and bubbling. That meant the virus was becoming air born and was aiming at any other unfortunate vessels to sink their invisible teeth into. Alexia was grateful to find that she was closing the door of the female restrooms now, letting out a heavy sigh. Her brow screwed it self up as she thought, Nigel had failed to explain why he was in the female restrooms of all places, a man as intelligent as him would be smart enough to take the male restrooms.
Out of Alexia's own curiosity she edged over to the push door with the sign on it that represented the male population. She pushed it open silently, hearing bizarre tearing sounds, and the sound of a dog snuffling down into jelly meat from its bowl. Alexia gasped almost, feeling her stomach twist and turn and force what ever she had eaten at dinner time up into her throat, pushing and pushing, trying to get it out. Bodies were everywhere; Alexia saw several female bodies too, all in a bloody pulp. What took her attention was the several males that hunched over the fallen bodies and dug into their stomachs or gnawed away at their legs. There was no reflection on the tiles of the red light this time around, every inch was occupied by red, and Alexia took the hint and edged out while closing the door silently.
It became more bizarre by the timely minute, that and gorier, Alexia felt that the next door she opened would result in her seeing several bodies hanging from the ceiling with their skin stolen. She couldn't hold it in anymore, she was lost, she put both of her hands against the wall and hurled up everything and anything that was inside her stomach. She spat out back wash or remainders from her mouth, scowling in disgust from the taste of her own vomit. This situation was near to unreal, perhaps surreal, but that was only in the best of scenarios.
Alexia really didn't want to open the next door up, she just regretted it so much, should she, shouldn't she? She knew she would prove nothing by not opening it. She then forced herself through the door and onto the cold metal floor. Metal because it was easier to clean, Alexia knew Ruben didn't like his floors dirty, and his top blew off when ever he heard that food had been spilt anyway. Alexia had to make her way around the various machines in the room, climbing over some that had been tipped over. A refrigeration unit had been knocked over as well and water spilled everywhere. It was disturbing to know that people were eating others like cannibals in the male restrooms while the kitchen was empty, your usual and humane place to eat.
Alexia had been feeling too lucky, and that luck was getting the better of her now. There was a 'thump' soon followed by a screeching sound like nails to a chalk board. There was an odd hissing sound as well. Alexia looked up as she heard a mechanism start up, drop down speakers came at all four corners and the middle of the room, and at that very moment a voice sounded up over them, "The Devil is in all of you!" registering the beginning to Rob Zombies 'Hellbilly Deluxe' song 'Meet the Creeper'.
The sudden rock guitar riff made Alexia run, hurtling over low down appliances and pushing over higher ones with all her might in order to get to the other side of the kitchen. She heard the creature behind herself start up and bolt in her direction. Alexia stood up on one of the benches and pulled down a pan rack as she jumped back down the other side. Each pot hit the head of the creature in rhythm as it leaped towards her, just like a xylophone.
Alexia stopped at a double oven, a creature dropped down in front of her, hissing. It lowered itself to the ground ready to pounce on her, but not before Alexia wrenched open the bottom door of the double oven. The creature was a lot more agile than that though unfortunately and, like a magnet, flipped itself over and hung from the ceiling, suspended slightly and hanging from a light by its hind legs. Unfortunately, for the creature that is, Alexia was thinking ahead and most definitely going over 'what it'. Her hand was already on the handle of the second over door and she in time pulled that open, slamming it into the face of the creature and forcing it to fall to the ground, writhing.
Alexia changed her course, trying to get away from the insane being. She was now only foot steps away from the exit to the secondary corridors on the other side of the kitchen. She sprinted and put her hands to rest on the metal handles, pulling it open. She tripped and slipped onto her back as she attempted to stop herself from moving forwards, the doors closed back to their original positions as Alexia held them there with her feet. Three more unknowns had been smart enough to wait for the catch and sat on the other side of the panels. Alexia didn't want to wait for them to break through either. Once again she was heading for the exit she had entered through, just like the god damn casino. What a let down, she thought.
But her mind had strayed from the other creatures she had leveled temporarily. She was now sandwiched between to parties of three creatures and with no where to go. Alexia attempted to turn sharply when one of the creatures flew past her, its claws passing only inches from her face. She pulled herself back up and made a mad dash for the side of the kitchen, keeping herself alive just that much longer in order to find a better alternate in getting the hell out of the room.
Thankfully her answer stood right in front of her. A set of dumb waiters, she just hoped that there was power connected to them in the least. She jumped into one, bracing herself and screwing her body into a ball and let her hand fall back out to hit the up button. She pulled the door closed as one of the creatures claws slammed into it, cracking the reinforced glass. The dumb waiter powered up and ascended as she creatures hisses and roars disappeared below Alexia.
It was just like a nightmare, the one that you don't wake up from, and if you do, you just fall right back into its horrific nature and style. Alexia was about to open the door of the dumb waiter when one of the creatures claws pierce through the floor of it, she screamed as it brushed past her right leg. The dumb waiter fell slightly as the wire broke on it, Alexia pushed herself out of the hole in time before the dumb waiter severed her legs, she heard a heavy crash and a shriek as the creature from underneath the dumb waiter was crushed.
Alexia stood up, brushing herself off as she looked at the entrance to the dumb waiter. It would have taken her all the way to the top, unfortunately this was a one stop, she had chosen the wrong one, and she couldn't imagine herself climbing to the next level. She cursed as she turned around, looking at her surroundings.
The room she was in now was similar to the kitchen before hand, only it was small, and based as a hot plate for foods to stay steaming and waiting for their guests. She looked through the round holes on the door that showed the next, over sized, room.
It was the under ground dining area, unlike the one above ground, this looked like a restaurant for the wealthy. This whole level was basically dedicated to that, she had never been to any of Ruben's incredibly major parties and never really knew how many guests he had over at one time in these major parties, but it seemed like a place that would no doubt rock from the amount of chatter that went on. You would no doubt here a lot of gossip when every table in the room was full.
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People don't see that much gore every day, but since I decided to take up the job it was a repetitive thing for me. You'd think I'd get used to the amount of pictures of dead and rotting people, people it doesn't work that way, it's no like learning to read or write or ride a bike. The human race called it free will, and I was going against my free will to help the human race, kind of ironic in that way. The pictures didn't change though, I knew what I was coming in for every time the package sat there on my desk, waiting to be opened. I filed the pictures into their right location in the cabinet, but I was sure that every time I entered the room they were more than alive, saying 'Remember my name'.
I had released plenty of books and facts about the invisible killer, but a lot of facts I had to leave out in order for them to be published. None of them were very successful, but that was most probably because the reviews from them told people 'read if you dare'. I didn't find that very fair to myself; I had worked hard to write it, and even left out the worst parts that I experienced. I then understood that I had to bare it, and carry it with me until the day I solved the problem, or the day I died.
I had spare time in my life, but nothing to spend it on. In the end I would eventually just go back to my work instead of watching television or read a novel. I had to do something. I signed up to the force, only doing casual time rather than anything major, no investigative work. It was also a choice if I wanted to patrol or not, I could go offline when ever I wanted really, and my patrol location could be where ever I like. But I always kept things to a minimum and focused on small things, paying attention to where all the crime was in the city so I could evidently avoid that area.
Time continued and still I continued my studies, having absolutely no hope on the matter at hand. My social life had been royally screwed; my idea of romance had died a long time ago.
But I just needed to let it fall forwards when the right time presented it self...

[Z-Ramm [Inactive]]

Two words:

Holy crap.

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 9
Reanimated

Spike stepped over bodies, taking care and often going onto tip toe to make sure that he didn't touch any of them...He didn't want to touch them, apart from his dislike of touching people unless in obligated kindness or Alexia, he didn't want to catch anything that might have rendered them this way. Anybody would have expected their expressions to be lifeless, sort of in this situation alone, but Spike was amazed to see that there were emotions on their faces. Some of them must have been caught in mid laughter, while others were showing the angriest damn faces Spike had ever encounter, almost anyway. It was evidence that they had all just dropped on the spot, but it seemed strange that the muscles in their faces didn't release tense and let their cheeks sag, it's like someone had stuck their face in the freezer for a little too long.
Spike thought hard, there had to be a phone somewhere, which was sort of important locating next to finding Alexia considering that Spike wanted to find out if the rest of the world was this way. He held his fists above his head in triumph as he had successfully made his way across the room, rocking up onto the balls of his feet briefly and then turning, heading off towards the main entrance hall.
When Spike moved through the large doorways for the second time this night, he then moved directly down the centre of the hall until he reached the main entrance, from there the choice was simply endless at what doors to choose from. In the end he gave up and turned, looking at Emily who was now racing to catch up with him. She had chosen to move around the pile of unconscious or dead people in the room, which in the end took longer, so she was forced to run. Spike spoke when she had caught up with him and after she had caught her breath, "Don't suppose you would know which of these adjacent rooms contain a phone now do you?" Spike asked, spinning slowly on the spot and holding both his right and left index fingers out at the surrounding doors. When finished he stood holding his hands behind his back and tilting his head slightly while waiting for the answer. She pointed at the door at the left hand side of the hall from the main entrance, two down. She attempted to say something along with her body language but failed miserably while still gathering the rest of her oxygen in, Spike wished she had just stepped over the bodies with him, but took in enough hard muttering to work out that she was saying 'that one...over there...'. Spike thought about what he had been told afterwards, it was apparently bad luck to step over bodies, he tapped his foot twice and moved his jaw left and right then returned to the present and motioned towards the frame.
Before placing his spike on the handle, Spike leaned forwards and put his ear against the door intending to find out whether or not anything was on the other side that was bordering...hostile. When no sounds immediately registered as lethal in his head Spike began to open the door, he stopped briefly when Emily tapped him on the shoulder, "Ah, father had some thick layer of something or rather fitted on the walls and floors of the entire mansion, including doors. You wouldn't have heard anything either way," she explained, making Spike feel just that much more stupid. He should have expected that from a mansion that was virtually half the size of the big apple.
Spike had placed a small bet against himself that it would end up being some sort of study for the family to work in, he was more or less right in any case. On relatively large and expensive looking, heavily varnished and hand carved, containing some sort of rare wood that came from god knows what part of the world - desk sat further back in the room. All the necessaries sat on it perfectly straight, the north and south walls were book cases, and behind the desk apart from the chair was one behemoth of a screen. Spike was wondering whether he had been better off betting the room on 'Cinema' than 'Study'. He heard a sharp 'beep' as he stumbled while turning around. High above the entrance of the room was another display, only showing numbers though, and to the far left of it was a dollar sign.
Spike frowned, "You have got to be kidding me," he said as he walked backwards in awe, the numbers went up and up, hundreds rolling in by the minute. There was well over fifty billion on the display at the current moment in time, "What does your father do exactly?" Spike then asked Emily as he turned around and began to walk towards the desk which was the only piece of furniture that dominated the room at the time apart from chairs either side of it.
Emily hesitated almost, even though Spike couldn't see her, the very uncomfortable sounds that escaped from her mouth showed that she didn't want to give out the true answer. In the end though she said what Spike couldn't really relate to a lie, "I don't really know what he does, none of his work makes sense to me in the end, I just know he does something for Umbrella. This is actually the first time I've set foot in his study, apart from looking through the door when it was open and then having my father shout at me. Not that I saw anything in particular going on, but I can only rest his anger on my curiosity, which is never that high," Emily stopped and leaned to the side as Spike reached the desk, "I don't care what my parents do any more, if it's so much that they have to hide it from me then I don't want to know,"
Spike took in Emily's last words and then slammed the phone down onto the hook, "If the phone line is disabled then why on earth is that damn number still rising?" he said in an aggravated tone while pointing at the display above the entrance of the study. He then immediately calmed down and put a hand through his hair, keeping cool. Being cool.
Emily was shocked to find Spike raise his voice at her, and began to stutter, "S-something about having it connected to a b-battery or something...w-wireless support, I don't know..." she turned away trying to hide what tears may come forth, putting a hand to her elbow and a hand to her mouth as if stuck in thought.
Spike moved around the desk quickly and put a hand to Emily's back, then grabbing her other hand, "What's wrong?" he asked, the odd sensation of sympathy moving through his body.
Emily raised her hands in the air and brought them down as if smashing them into some invisible surface, "I just don't friggen like it when people shout at me, I get the idea I've done something wrong and I get sad," she began to chew the end of her thumb, a tick when afraid or in mild fear no doubt.
Spike pressed his heels into the floor as he brought his face away from Emily's, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that," he said to her in a somewhat blank voice, unfortunately it sounded like he didn't care...much, "I'll remember that next time," he quickly added to make sure she didn't feel even worse about herself. Emily certainly wasn't like the other day to day teenagers that Spike unfortunately had to bump into every time he walked to the corner store and get his hands on the Saturday paper. This room was no doubt useless to Spike now, and a substitute would have to come to mind sooner than later, "I don't suppose you would have a cell phone...would you?" Spike said changing the subject, and raising an eye brow. Emily just held herself and shook her head, which Spike found rather odd, but then again it must have been the girl’s life style, "Well there is over a hundred corpses in the ball room. At least one of them must have a cell phone on them,"
Spike vacated the room and headed towards the ball room, Emily in tow now holding his hand, he began to think that she was going to be a potential burden, but he couldn't just leave her by herself. Spike moved through the door way once more and into the room of a thousand corpses. He went against his previous idea of not touching anybody in the room and frisked the first person in sight, moving onto the next when failing the find any small communications device.
Disturbance in the darkness forced Spike to look up, seeing a single man out of the pack shuffling recklessly on his feet. Spike simply looked at him, wondering how long he had been standing for. After half a minute or so of just watching him Spike stood up from his crouched position, "Ah, excuse me...Sir?" he said as he pulled the corners of his lips back in regret. The person simply turned around, Spike was wondering if the man was actually looking at him or had his eyes on something a little more interesting, considering they were going all over the place. Spike wanted to leave the room straight away, he hated physically retarded people, not personally but more of when they're around him, he wished that he could just escape the building. But this wasn't the time to do so, "I don't suppose you would have a mobile phone on you by any chance?" Spike asked further.
The man let out a moan, not the type when you wake up in the morning, or if you scraped the skin off your body badly. I didn't really fit into any category; it was somewhat of an inhuman moan, although Spike guessed he could expect anything from what has happened so far. The mans arms hung at his sides as he tried to push through the field of bodies, moaning further. He tripped over the body of a young woman, but rather than getting up, he just lay there. After a while Spike began to hear a 'squishing' sound, 'squishing' moving onto 'plastic bending'. The mans head moved slightly over the woman’s neck, to Spike it just looked like mindless motion in this darkness.
"Spike..." Emily called back from the entrance of the room. Spike turned around to look at her, and then noticed the number of able bodies moving among the room, dancing almost, but then again just looking like a bunch of idiots from how they moved. Some tripped just like the man before and began to hug the bodies they lay on top of almost.
Spike then put his hands to his mouth and called out, "Okay! If I can just have all your attention for a moment! Does anybody here have a mobile phone on them by any chance? I just need to make an outside call at the moment," he stopped and waited for a reply, just waiting mindlessly. He felt a tug on his right sleeve and turned to find another man grabbing at it, Spike shrugged him off, "Hey wait a sec buddy, this is very important," Spike said annoyed and straightening his sleeve. He turned back around, expecting someone to finally come forwards with a small, portable, communications device. He creased his brow as he attempted to find out why all the suddenly awakened people were shuffling towards him. Spike felt another tug and then turned around aggressively, "I said wait a second! Woh!-" Spike yanked his hand away as the man previously attempted to put his arm in his mouth, baring his teeth. Spike skipped away a metre or so from the man, then pulling away from a lady he also attempted to grab at him. Spike began to feel uncomfortable, "Now what the hell is going on here?" he asked, but like before got no reply.
"Spike, c'mon, I think we should leave," Spike heard Emily say. Suddenly all the walkers in the room stopped and turned their heads towards Emily, their bodies soon followed as they began to now shuffle towards her. Emily became afraid from the amount of attention that she was gaining. Spike caught on and then began to run in Emily's direction, jumping over more bodies that began to get up and grab at his pants.
Spike took hold of Emily's hand, dragging her through the door way and closing the door, trying to find something suitable to keep it barricaded shut, but nothing stood out, "Okay, time to go," it would have seemed stupid to say 'what the hell is going on?' considering he was sure that Emily didn't have the slightest clue. He skidded, literally, and fell to the floor, soon regaining his footing as another group of individuals all stood at the main entrance. Ungrateful and bothered looks sat on their faces, much different from the occasional smile that Spike had witnessed before when previously among them.
Emily then took Spike's hand and pulled him through a door way, it was nice to have a small change; Emily slammed the door though after they had moved through and Spike scowled at the phasing possibility that every god damn person in the mansion would have heard it. They now stood in a new, but unchanging in size, hall way. More doors hanging off of it. Spike decided that the only valid option now was to follow Emily seeing as he knew nothing about the insides of the structure apart from main entrance hall, study, ball room, smoky room, balcony and super sized cemetery...He should have been feeling proud of himself really, most of the time he always has to go on sluggish tours of the entire building when ever it's some place new he was at.
Spike turned and looked down the hall way they had just dominated to see the door at the end open and the amount of ragged people stumble through it, some falling down while others climbed over them keeping their eyes set on Spike and Emily and ignoring the fact that they just face planted the person below them. Spike was beginning to grow increasingly worried, not needing to ask Emily that considering 'worry' was practically radiating from her body. She pulled him through a new door way, Spike wrenched himself free of her to take the liberty of locking this door this time and then took hold of her hand again as she pulled him further down a new although somewhat smaller hall.
Emily stopped and looked at yet another door, Spike hoped that it wasn't just another bare hall way, and then after a few moments thought barged through it, "We go up?" Spike asked looked at a small set of stairs that rounded upwards, he locked the door behind him like the last and then put his hands on the railing as he took the steps two at a time, although trying to keep the sound down to a default minimum.
As Emily went up with him she began to explain, "These stairs are mainly used for staff, but I use them a lot, taking them as short cuts from time to time. And before you ask, it leads to another dark hallway above our heads on the next floor, but on that floor there should be a security room and no doubt a guard in there. Communications from there are also wireless and don't run off any special grid or network," Spike looked at Emily quizzically, and before he could ask how she knew that, "My father told me this in case of an emergency, I've just ran drills through my head sometimes when I went to bed of different circumstances of what might happen and remember what buttons to press on the communications thingy, that's all..."
Spike smiled, and felt privileged to be with the most intelligent member of the O’Neil family. He was glad that Alexia had introduced him to Emily.

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 10
Robbed of love

The nurse approached Spike, who looked at her with a somewhat happy face, problem with that is he was thinking of the best case scenarios, that's why he wasn't bashing his head against the wall in fear. But what ever smile that even had the discord of Spike's ideas soon did a u-turn and ****ed off back down Route 66, the nurse did not give off a good impression of what might and most certainly was happening, "Excuse me sir..." she started, pausing and twiddling her thumbs, it wouldn't have been the first time she would have been involved with affairs like this, "You, may enter now..." she finished while stepping to the side and away in order for Spike to stand up and move.
Spike placed a hand on each side of the bench and scratched them up into fists as he then pushed himself off the wood and metal and began to walk awkwardly towards room 308. He peeked through the door, pulling the divider curtains out of the way slightly and looking at the slender yet beautiful body of a young woman. Spike planned on just standing there, half way through the door and looking at her for the rest of the night, unfortunately her eyes opened and looked at Spike, sensing his presence. After that Spike had no choice but to enter.
She had the whole set up around her, breathing unit, tubes going in and out of her arms and the rest of her body. She had scratches on her face that had been patched up slightly, only an hour ago she had been operated on after the accident. Her voice was slightly slurred as she spoke, "Spike..." from her saying his name he realized she had barely any energy left, she had enough to put a smile on her face though, unfortunately it wasn't one of those running up and jumping on him times, "They took so long, I couldn't see you," she took a long and exasperated breath.
Spike leaned forwards and took hold of her hand, "Don't worry Evem, I'm here for you now, you're going to pull through this," he just looked into her blank eyes, he was devastated that he couldn't see the love from her returning to him through those deep, blue, beautiful eyes, but he knew that it was there, somewhere, and that she was struggling to bring it forwards.
Evem looked away from Spike then, closing her eyes, "You know as well as I do that my life is teetering on the edge at the moment Spike, the doctor said that chances are-" she was broken off when Spike started up.
"You can't always trust the doctor. But don't give up, a chance is still a chance," Spike said, this was a bit more of a pain in the ass for him because he knew Evem was the type to think negatively, the type who would say 'we'll never win' when it came to lottery or something similar to that.
Evem opened her eyes and looked back at Spike, he had a hard time pretending that the breather unit wasn't over her mouth when she spoke, "Do you remember when we first met, Spike? I couldn't have imagined a better time in my life, I saw you as my hero when you showed up, you literally had light shining off you in the darkness, I was so happy,"
Spike leaned to one side of the chair, "Kind of interesting considering the situation you were in," he said while rubbing his left eye, "I just did what any body else would do...For all you know it could have been a completely different guy, then things now might have been different,"
Evem brought a hand to her chest, flinching slightly in pain as she did so, "All the pain went away when you came along, you didn't hesitate to move me and get me to a hospital, if I had been lying there for any longer I would have died from blood loss," she took her hand away from her chest and lay it by her side again.
Spike squinted slightly to see where Evem was going with this, "I'm sure anybody else would have done the same thing, I mean hell, you were in bad shape..."
"It was after that though..." Evem started breathing more heavily, "I was in the hospital for hours being operated on and still I stayed there for several days afterwards. I was a complete stranger to you, but you stayed and sat outside my room waiting for me to get better. You never told me why you did either; you waited for a stranger..."
Spike crossed his legs and leaned back, "I guess I have nothing better to do," he said, somewhat empty, hiding.
"No, that moment in time when you saw me, shot in the back ally, you fell in love with me. I know it. If it had been anybody else you would have just taken them to the hospital and forgotten about them, perhaps even ignored them in the ally. It was love at first sight in the most strangest of circumstances, that's one of the main things I adore about our relationship..." Evem had begun to cry.
Spike really didn't know what to say, he didn't know whether to agree, or to forget what she said and just hold onto his manliness. He had leaned forwards again and taken hold of her hand once more, this time clasping it with both of his own, "Maybe..." he said, and saw a smile move across her face. The smile began to dissipate though as she bared her teeth and began to shake. Growing from small to more violent, "Evem? What's wrong...? Doctor!" Spike had stood up and was now bending over Evem, wishing that she would stop the spasm.
A nurse ran into the room, looking at Evem for a short second, and then ran to a panel on the wall near the door and pressing in a button, speaking into it briefly. She then rushed back over to Evem, pulling Spike's chair and Spike himself away with asking, and then began to pull Evem down from her sitting position. Another nurse and a three doctors entered the room, Spike had backed up against the wall, looking at Evem who returned the stare while sweat slowly dribbled down her face.
A doctor pointed at Spike and said something to the two nurses, but Spike was focused so much on Evem that he barely even noticed that activity around her. He was grabbed by both the nurses and another doctor, pulling him out of the room, he struggled to stay but his legs were so weak that he could do nothing in his wake to fight against the people in Wight. And out of all the commotion he heard Evem speak, "Spike..." he began to tear up, holding out his hand, attempting to grab Evem and take her with him.
"Evem...!" Spike's feet skidded along the floor as he was pulled at, "Evem! I love you!"
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I wasn't always an ass hole, there was just one point in my life which triggered it I guess, perhaps it's the same for other people too...Or maybe I'm just the unlucky one. It was just after that point in time nothing seemed worth while, everything was a want or a craving, and the entire world was growing corrupt. I figured if I didn't get so attached to it then nothing would bother me ever again, less to say it worked, but there's always that one side of me that grows little by little, my depression. I mean, that's one thing I can bare with. If it meant that I never had to have my heart broken again or be put under the spot light then it was worth it.
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Emily pulled Spike down more corridors; they were yet to bump into any one on this next floor, dead or alive. Emily skidded across the tiled floor as she slammed into the door, already pressing buttons on the key pad, Spike struggled to keep up with what numbers she was pressing in, but she must have had them well memorized as she pressed the enter button and opened the door before Spike could figure out what the first or second digit was.
Spike quickly glanced behind himself before moving through the door way with Emily. Spike looked at the room while closing the door, monitors reached from one end to the other and reached the ceiling as well, unfortunately none of them were working which meant that power had also been cut from this room as well. Several chairs were under their desks, one of them had been tipped over. Without thinking on why it might have tipped over, Spike corrected the side itself should have been sitting on and sat on it.
Spike looked over at Emily; she had opened a draw at the far end of the room and held a phone to her ear, tapping in numbers again at the speed of light. She had tried several times but with no good conclusion. She slammed the phone back down onto the hook and cursed, just like Spike had back down in the study. He had been startled by it, but chuckled too from the irony in it. He then saw her move over to another set of draws and pulled out a strange device, it was modern but like nothing Spike had ever seen before.
Spike watched as Emily fit a line in to the wall from the machine, he was thinking that it was the power cord, but remembered that power was down and out. So it must have been something a little more unique. Emily then poised herself over the device and held her hand on the knob of it, her hand then shook left and right, tapping the knob. Short and long beeps erupted from it, faint, but Spike could most certainly hear it, "You know Norse code?" Spike asked raising an eye brow; more and more things about this girl surprised him.
Emily stopped briefly and looked up at Spike, a blank look on her face, "Ah...It's Morse code," she said, a smile coming and going in a second with a half assed laugh not far behind it from the teenager. She then returned to fumbling with the Morse code device and sending out a SoS no doubt.
Spike felt stupid for getting it wrong and then having someone younger than him correct him; it really felt wrong in his case besides stupid. Changing the subject, "Hey, you said this stuff was wireless...In that case how do I get the monitors to turn on?" he asked, looking over the top of the desks briefly and then under them for some big red shiny button that would bring forth his needs.
Emily stopped and looked up again, "Well everything should have been turned on when we got here, the phone was working so that means the monitors and terminals were just turned off. God knows why, strange I suppose, but to turn it back on there should be an access panel not far from terminal three on the wall. The 'on' switch will more or less be in there..." she then returned to the device, tapping away at it.
Spike pushed his roller chair over to terminal three and turned it ninety degrees to face the wall, he scratched his chin before pulling away at a latch and flipping the cover open. There were several switches, but like Emily said, the one he was looking for was the 'on' switch. To Spikes luck they had labels on them, he flicked up a small purple switch that had 'on' in red letters above it. The red lights in the room turned an artificial white, making things all the more clearer and each of the monitors turned on, light emitting diodes flashed on and off at each of the terminals.
"Alright," Spike said as he slammed the cover shut on the access panel after pushing away from the wall to the centre terminal, "How do you make this stuff buzz?" Spike asked looking at each of the buttons and holding his hands next to his head, ready to press away at them.
Emily put the device back in the draw where she had taken it from, no doubt now finished with it and walked over to where Spike was, "Okay, we just gotta get the cameras online," Emily said, tacking away at the keyboard in front of her. Instantly each of the monitors showed a vision from a camera in different areas of the level that they were on, "The control stick on your right there will move what ever camera you want, just type in the number of the monitor and you'll soon have control to it..." Emily then stood back as Spike went through each of the cameras, panning from left to right and up and down checking every single inch of the screen in case he missed Alexia.
Spike was sitting casually, having somewhat fun having control over the cameras, but soon his eyes widened as each of the monitors went to black. Red lettering popped up on them saying 'Uh oh!' it stayed that way for a while before combining all the monitors into one big monitor and showing off the text that way. Then the letters disappeared, and the monitors displayed one of the cameras. An over load of walkers all waited in a hall way looking at a single door patiently, it took Spike a while to work out what he was looking at, and then freaked. He pushed back the chair as he stood up putting his hands to his head; he then turned around in mortified horror forgetting about the course of the chair. It hit the door making a somewhat loud bang.
Spike and Emily simply looked at the door, Emily's vision returning to the monitor seeing all the guests pilling up on top of each other and pushing at the door. Emily raced over to the access panel that Spike was at previously and pulled it open, if not ripping it right off the wall, then flicked another switch. There was a loud 'clang', Spike looked at Emily in question, "What was that?" he asked.
"A thick steel plate drops down and wedges it self inside the door, there's no chance that they'll break through that now," Without explaining any further Emily ran over to the windows in the room and began to fumble with them, Spike just looked at the monitors at the estranged people banging away at the door. There was a crash as Emily smashed open one of the window, without calling to Spike she fit herself through the opening and onto the low down roof.
Spike wasn't too far behind, in fact he dived through it, sailing over Emily's head, there was no way he wanted to stay in that room for any longer. He stood up and brushed himself off then looked at Emily while still keeping a very close eye on the room they had just come from, "Will that Morse code bring along any large caliber of people to get us out of here?" he asked, hearing the sharp 'thumps' on the door back in the room.
Emily put her hands behind herself, "Actually, I'm not entirely sure if anyone will get that message at all, I rushed it too. Chances are most of it won't make much sense," Emily turned away from Spike so that she didn't have to look at his angry face.
The part of the roof that they were on was somewhat bizarre, there was no view, it was just surrounded by more walls and windows. Although there were some chairs and tables about the place, it was obviously just a spot to bask in the sun or read the paper in complete privacy. Emily moved across the fifty metre strip of cement and partial grass before opening another window, this time without a loud crash.
"What place is this?" Spike asked looking at the decorated walls of anime posters and such of the same relation that lined shelves along walls.
Emily looked up at Spike shyly, "It's my room..." she said, her eyes going between Spike and her bedroom door, "If you don't mind, could you please step over to that corner of the room while I change into something a little 'better'?"
"Do we have time for that?" Spike asked while looking back out the window.
Emily opened up her wardrobe, "Well I'm certainly not going to be running around in this formal wear, I need something that I feel comfortable in," she explain as she began to undress. Spike put a hand over his face and turned away.
After a minute or so Spike took his hand away from his eyes and looked at the various posters along the wall he had his front to, most of them looked really cool in style while others looked good in their colourful nature, some of them put an emotional trigger shiver through the body from the interaction between to people. The figurines were also interesting; Spike guessed that Emily had collected entire sets. It was Emily's own fantasy world, perhaps what kept some of her own social life alive, her imagination would have been undoubtedly strong...Spike could see the artist and writer in her already.
"Okay, I'm ready to go," Spike heard a Emily say. He turned around to look at her, his jaw dropped not long after. Her choice of clothing made her look stunning, and really, really cool to Spike. She wore a dark pink short sleeve t-shirt under a long sleeve black net shirt. She wore black baggy pants with red lacing that hung over her fancy black and brown all star shoes, which themselves had red lining. Her blue hair still hung down over her shoulder too, "What's wrong Spike?" Emily asked. Her taste in clothing was interesting for someone who never got in touch with the outside world or city alone often, Spike shook his head and turned to work his way to the bed room door, "No not there, I know a way to an upper level which I can then get us down to the car park after that back out in this square..." Emily then explained.
Spike gave Emily a lazy three finger salute as he sluggishly turned around and followed her back out the window. she walked to another window, but instead of opening it, grabbed hold of the storm drain pipe next to it and began to pull herself up to the next level. Spike followed her lead and soon they were on the third level roof.

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 11
Emily's Overture, Part 1

I think about it, every day, almost as if it's a freaking curse, and it slowly drives me into a depression. Poor children all over the world, some don't have their parents and wished they had a better social life, or are sick in some way, or have brain damage, perhaps they lost a limb or had their leg blown off by a land mine. There are so many of those types of children, and they all wish that they were rich and could fix themselves and have a better life...They're wrong, that never fixes it.
There are rich children all over the world, most do have their parents, unfortunately their parents are too busy doing their job and never care about their children. Out of the horror of that fact, I fit into that category, and I have to say that out of my whole sixteen years, I would have preferred to be poor and have no parents than live in a life like this. It just isn't worth it, no matter how much money you spend and how many items you have, none of that can make up for the lost love and communication with parents and their children, and rich parents think they can make it up to them by showering them with money. When you're pure of heart all you want is to share time with them, even if I asked my parents that as the only present for Christmas, they still wouldn't turn up.
There was one time; it was going to be the happiest moment of my life, good old number thirteen. My parents went to the trouble of inviting family friends along for a huge party, there were some children there that were the same age as me, but they all ignored me, every single one. When the room began to fill I waited for the moment, some sort of speech or something from either one of my parents, anything, I didn't care, as long as they told me how much they loved me in the sentence that would just make my day.
It didn't turn out that way though, when the room filled they took that to their advantage to slip away, little did they know that I had my eye on them for the whole time, waiting, sitting in my chair in the corner of oblivion, waiting for that one moment that I was stupid enough to think of ever existing. First my father got up and kissed my mother on her cheek and exited the room, heading in the direction of the main entrance, he didn't even glance at me once. My mother just had this continuous sour look on her face as if every single person that was in the room carried AIDS or something and it didn't take long for her to stand up and carry her drink and a separate bottle wine into another room.
Even though I tried to hold it back with all my might I began to cry, holding my hands to my mouth to stop the loud sobs from echoing in the room. I wasn't sure if I was crying that loud on purpose in order to get attention or whether I was really that heart broken. Needless to say no one noticed me, they just continued their conversation and laughed and danced. No body saw that the birthday girl was having the worst time of her life and tried to cheer her up, no one want to know me and no one cared. It was the point in time where I began to believe that I was invisible. I sat there, in that exact same chair, for the rest of the night crying, the room began to empty and I soon found myself sitting there, alone.
What's also very bad about these occasions is that the ignored victim begins to create imaginary friends, their imagination and creativity heightens, but it isn't healthy, and even if their skills grow they never make anything good out of it. I made up imaginary friends and started to have conversations in my mind with favorite anime characters. I started to use the endless amount of money that my parents gave me and bought endless amount of anime and Manga related items. Carrying them in bags out to the cemetery and then having long conversations with the figurines, taking for hours on end. I watched episodes over and over again, taking in new information every time, or forgetting about it and taking it in again...I can't really remember.
I had to do something else, so I began to work out at the gymnasium that my father had set up in the mansion, not that he ever used it. I never did anything serious; I just tried out cool moves on the punching bags like the characters from my favorite Anime's, or perhaps try and achieve a new distance at the deep end of the pool, which seemed to go on forever.
I find it quite ironic really, my parents had begun to send me to psychiatrists about my bad social skills. How could they know. They were stupid tools who couldn't socialize even if it meant they saved the world.
I just wish I had a better child hood.
Isn't that what every child wants?
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Emily ran across the roof, no other able bodies were in sight thankfully. If they were Emily would have surely put in an investigation on how they got there. It was a flat bare roof without any decent ways of reaching the top unless you climbed the storm drain pipe like Emily had before, but Emily wasn't sure if these unknown people could actually do that, and from the way their bodies were moving she wasn't sure if they could do much at all. She stopped at the edge and looked over, cringing from the height from the third level.
Emily slowly edged her way across a narrow piece of roof to get to the other side of a small bed room area between them and their destination. She slid across and across looking at the ground below her. There was a crash as the window behind her shattered and a ghoul pulled her into the room she was shifting past, it sunk its teeth into her neck and began to gnaw away at her as she screamed. Another group came over to her and began to chew on various parts of her body, biting through flesh and bone, dismembering her in a matter of seconds. A ghoul lifted her decapitated head above its own and smashed it down onto the floor, shattering her skull, and began to pick away at the bits of brain and ate them.

Emily slowly edged her way across a narrow piece of roof to get to the other side of a small bed room area between them and their destination. She slid across and across looking at the ground below her. She stopped suddenly at one of the cement areas that held the roof up, the window next to her suddenly shattered as a ghoul flew through it and fell to the ground below. One thing about each floor was that the ceilings were high, meaning there was more distance between each floor, meaning you had plenty of distance to fall and crack your head open on the asphalt below yourself.
The blood from the ghouls head fanned out, Emily looked through the broken window to see another small group shuffling about. She quickly moved across and commanded Spike to do the same soon after. Eventually she rounded the corner and moved into more open space, almost crying out in joy that going past that part in particular was in fact over. She continued to run, Spike managing to keep pace with her, and slid to the ground on her knees at a small hatch, "This is ventilation which'll take us to the laundry area next to the underground car park," she opened up the hatch and looked down into the hole, "Just try not to let the slide get the better of you, screaming might echo and let everybody else in the mansion know about you," Emily explained. She then hopped up onto the opening and let herself fall down it. Spike had doubts, but didn't let them get the better of him, soon following without any second thoughts, especially considering Emily had gone before him.
Normally there was always a cart under the area that Emily landed, but unfortunately this time round there was nothing but a cement floor. Her feet skidded along the floor and her backside hit the ground hard, she let out a bizarre yelp of pain and her hair bobbed about around her face, she was about to brush it out of the way when she remembered that Spike wasn't far behind. She rolled to her right and put her back against one of the ironing tables as Spike flew out of the metal opening, she was sure that she saw his eyes widen and then tense his legs immensely. He let his momentum carry him as he moved onto his arms and rolled forwards, moving back onto his feet. Failing to keep balance, he cursed as he fell onto his backside the same as Emily, carrying the first consonant of the word until his feet finally lost footage.
Knowing that they were both now in the laundry area and safe Emily began to stand up, hesitating briefly as her backside hurt; she placed a hand to the area as if to stop the pain from going any further. Her head peaked over the table from the nose up as her eyes panned over the somewhat well lit scenery of the laundry room, she stood up soon after realizing that it was perfectly safe and brushed the unwanted hair from her face to the side.
Emily began to walk over to Spike, "Are you okay?" she asked holding out a hand. Spikes face was somewhat pale and his body didn't move an inch in any direction.
After some time, and Spike slowly beginning to breathe, he sat up, "My leg hurts," he started while rolling the left leg covering of his pants up and observing, "God damn it! I guess you can't always trust aqua cure," he exclaimed as he looked at the wound from the previous night now open up somewhat.
Emily tilted her head trying to work out how on earth his leg managed to get that way, Spike had a better landing than she had, "What is that? Is it bad?" she asked pointing at the torn open area of skin; little was she aware that it was originally a bullet wound.
Spike rolled his left leg covering down and winced as he stood up, ignoring Emily's hand for support, "It's nothing serious, most probably not as bad as it was before, I just got cut I think," Spike lied, there was no point in telling the young one that he had been shot by a homeless man. Spike hefted his weight, "I can still walk fine...Where do we go to now then?" he asked as he looked around the room himself for the first time.
It was large, just like all the other rooms in the mansion, ultimately over exadurated even though the only people that come down here would no doubt just be employees, apart from Spike and Emily of course. There were rows and rows of over sized washing machines and humongous tumble driers, some rows were left open for tables, no doubt for folding clothing and ironing out the creases. What did Ruben do exactly? Wear a shirt and hour? When you're rich you can do just about anything, Spike guessed. He stopped looking at the room and turned his attention to the back of Emily's head as she began to walk off down one of the rows.
"Just follow me, there's a couple of rooms similar to this one that we have to move through before we're finally at the underground car park," Emily explained as she sped up her walking.
While following Emily, Spike swore her felt eyes looking at him. There was something he read about, if you look at someone for long enough and put all your energy and attention into them, they would look back at you from what ever activity they were doing. The only thing is that Spike continued to look over at the shadowy corners of the room that held no significance, but saw nothing, the shivers went down he spine, but in conclusion he saw nothing in return. He decided that he was safe in the centre of the room, there was major distance to each of the walls and dark corners, so Spike attempted to relax as best as possible. He looked at Emily, finding that she didn't look at the same places that he looked at, perhaps he was just becoming paranoid. Who wouldn't in this situation? Apart from Emily of course, she was being cool.
Spike moved to the left of Emily as she went up onto her tiptoes to look through the round window into the next room, it was darker than the last, and that was a fat turn off to Spike. Emily pushed the right door open slightly, peaking through the crack, then pushed it open fully and walked through while keeping crouched slightly. Spike hesitated, just like the shaft, but in the pressure slipped through the door way and move directly behind Emily, he suddenly had the wish of getting out of the mansion more than 'alive'.
Emily got up and began to move when the door at the other side of the room opened, she quickly retreated and crouched back down behind one of the washing machines, letting the right side of her head hang out. A lanky figure had moved through the door, it looked humanoid, but most certainly inhuman. It wore and all black and shiny suit along with a face mask that didn't let any skin from its body show what so ever. Over its mouth sat a gas mask, and the evil sound of breathing was more than hearable from their location. It sounded raspy almost, wheezing, but still very evil. Its foot steps were like liquid almost, like it was taking care in where it stepped but didn't exactly focus on its leg movement.
One major item that caught Emily's eye was the weapon in its big hands, its lanky arms hanging swaying slightly, but the gun was most definitely ready for action. None of this made much sense to Emily, over all the entire figure was confusing. She then noticed on its left arm a patch, resembling that of the Umbrella logo. Emily almost whimpered when she saw the other three figures, identical to the first, move through the door way. They each spread out and took places at each of the rows of machines, the first that had entered the room waved its hand low and let out a wheezing breath and they all began to move forwards staying in the exact same formation as when they started.
Emily turned to look at Spike, who too had most definitely dropped his jaw and creased his brow in wonder at what on earth the figures could be. Emily thought about naming them so that they didn't keep on getting confused perhaps, but decided to leave it to a later date, "What should we do Spike, I don't know what on earth those things are," she whispered harshly.
Spike saw one of the black-clad look in their direction after Emily had spoke, and pulled his head back so hard behind the washing machine that he thought he might have actually broken it, "I don't think there'll be anyway for us to sneak past them, their view most likely goes along the whole room from the way they're set up...I don't know...Perhaps they're here to help and are just eradicating those..." Spike made stupid hand gestures, "Things that we saw on the first floor on all levels," Spike finished raising his eye brow.
Emily didn't find Spikes theory convincing, "I don't know, we can't take any chances, we don't even know what on earth they are! They don't look very human," she said in reply to the idea.
Spike looked around the room, the ceiling and walls were bare except for a couple of shelving units that held the necessary requirements for a perfect clothes wash. Spike laid his eyes on one of the washing machines in the vacant row next to them, "Those machines are awfully bag aren't they?" he said without looking back at Emily, he raised his head above the machine that they were at to see that the black-clad had made their way down one third of the room, "Alright," he started as he brought his head back down and looked at Emily, "We'll move down one of the rows and hide in a washing machine each until these...'things' have passed us. Perhaps they'll search the room we were in before and forget about looking behind themselves, but just incase they don't I suggest that we hop out as soon as they have passed us and silently make our way to the other side of the room. You have to make sure you don't make a sound though, understood?" Spike explained and then asked Emily a small question, he registered that she gathered all of the information after she nodded her head, "Okay, follow me then," Spike finished.
Spike rounded the side of the machine that they were at and moved onto his stomach, crawling forwards. Emily did the same as him, sliding as quietly as possible. Slowly Spike made his way to one of the machines and raised himself up only a touch enough to see where the black-clad were, he then carefully pulled off the latch of the machine and opened up the door of it, pointing to show that he wanted Emily to get in.
Once Emily was inside Spike closed the door but didn't fit the latch back into position, he crawled to the other side of the row and did the same with the machine directly opposite of Emily and hopped in himself, finding it to be a lot more of a tighter squeeze than she would have. He pulled the door back and closed it with the tips of his fingers on the glass, shaking as they pulled it around. Spike scrunched himself up as much as possible in the back of the machine, signaling for Emily to do the same
Emily wrapped her arms around her legs and buried her face in her knees, waiting. She heard the foot steps against the cold cement floor of one of the black-clad in the row opposite. There was a sudden tap on the top of her machine; Emily prayed that they hadn't found her any time soon. She saw arms come down and gently place themselves onto the floor in front of her machine, seeing Spike passed them and in the next look in horror, hoping that what ever it was wasn't going to look in the display glass. There was a scraping sound as Emily's machine rocked, she held in her scream as she let one of her eyes look over her knee at the black-clad on the outside of the glass. It was in a predator like crouch, its gun hanging from a sling swayed from its chest. Emily could hear the wheezing of its gas mask as she could see it observing the floor, looking there no doubt for any possible clues. Emily let out a quiet breath of gratefulness as it began to rise back up into its proper stance, taking hold of its gun and continued its clomping foot style forwards.
The wheezing began to fade away slightly and Emily saw Spike move forwards in his machine, pushing the door open slowly and safely. He moved his right foot out and put it on the floor soon followed but his left leg which he then pushed himself out of the machine and held his knuckles on the ground, turning and closing the door of his machine faster than before. Emily did the same when he had, making sure she didn't waste any time and that they got to the other side of the room faster than the black-clad could turn and fire.
Spike pointed for Emily to start moving as he closed her door for her and moved in a crouched position similar to the black-clad. When Spike was so close to the other side of the room he couldn't help but speed up his crouching into an 'as quiet as possible' sprint. He slid and turned, clawing his way behind one of the washing machines with Emily before the black-clad had a chance to see that there were indeed people in the room.
Spike pushed the door of the room open while looking back to see that the black-clad were now at their end of the room, after pushing the doors open fully and having Emily dart out in front of him he stopped, Emily's blue hair flailed in front of her face as she too skidded to a halt. Little did Spike think of checking to see if the next room was hostile, his sights were set on getting away from the initial four black-clad and continue to maintaining a safe distance from them.
The four in this room looked in their direction, and one of them raised its weapon. Spike moved forwards diagonally and shoved Emily down while jumping to another row as a hail storm of bullets hit the door that they had just come through, "Run! Get around them Emily!" Spike yelled, he couldn't think of anything better to say at the time but find some magical way to get passed these unknowns.
Emily began to run to the left hand side of the room from the way they came in, one of the black-clad following her movement. Spike pulled himself up on top of the washing machines, running across their metal roofing’s. One of the black-clad ran towards him and attempted to spear tackle him off. Spike jumped up and raised his legs as best as possible as the black-clad flew under his feet. When he landed he took only another two foot steps before a second black-clad swayed its long arm at Spike's legs and tripped him up, causing him to fall from the washing machine and land in the vacant row that the spear tackle black-clad had come from.
Spike didn't want to waste to much time, putting his hands out in front of himself to sustain the fall, he pushed himself back up onto his feet quickly. He looked in Emily's direction to see her running down the left further most row, the black-clad not paying so much attention in her. Just to make sure, Spike put his fingers to his lips and flew hard, letting out a piercing whistle. It was enough to get the other to black clad looking in his direction. Spike sprinted ten or so metres while looking in Emily's direction, his iris's then focused on one of the black-clad weapons, diving down immediately as it raised it above its head and began to throw bullets into Spikes row. It then stopped and Spike heard a click, jumping to his feet Spike saw that it was in fact reloading.
Spike quickly looked behind himself to see that the other two black-clad from previous hop onto the machines behind him; Spike then hastily did the same only to the machines in front of him. He jumped forwards, using the reloading black-clad head as a stepping stone to the other machines, he heard it give out an annoyed breath and quickly primed the gun. It reflexed the weapon in Spike's direction, letting its arm move before its eyes no doubt in attempt to move faster than him. As its eyes came in line and looked down the iron sights though, Spike flung his foot down and smacked the weapon out of the black-clad hand and turned recklessly to jumped down into the next row.
As Spike heard the weapon slide across the floor, he looked to Emily, seeing that the only black-clad that he hadn't come in contact with was now focusing its attention on her. Emily screamed as it closed in, opening one of the doors to the heavy metal drier and closing it behind her self. The black-clad began to beat against the metal door. It then backed up and held its weapon firing five or so shots at the metal, but only making small dents. In the failure of that it moved forwards slightly and pressed the start button on the drier, Spike heard Emily begin to scream as the tumble moved around.
Spike had jumped over each machine row, trying to get to Emily as fast as possible. He saw the black-clad turn around in what it might have thought was victory on one behalf. Spike jumped down the final row and braced for impact, ramming his shoulder into the black-clad, and into the tumble drier. It let out a forced breath, registering that he had winded it heavily. Out of further defense Spike picked the gun up and swung it one hundred and eighty degrees menacingly, and while keeping his eyes closed, pulled the trigger. The gun jumped to life firing bullets in where he thought the other three black-clad were.
When the gun clicked empty Spike dropped it and raised his left hand in the air as if it was hot. He lowered his right arm and looked at the three black-clad fall to the ground and begin to evaporate almost, rather trying to find a reason towards it Spike smacked his hand against the emergency stop button of the tumble dried and pulled the door open. Emily fell out while coughing, she was red hot and sweating from the heat in the drier, shaking and crying in fear, she attempted to speak but nothing came out of her shaking mouth. Spike heard a bang as the four black-clad from the room before hand broke on through to the other side.
"C'mon Emily, quickly," Spike said as he took hold of her red hot hand, pulling her up to her feet and while still holding her hand pulled her along with him while running. Each black-clad had stopped and raised their weapons, an overload of bullets were unleashed in Spike and Emily's direction as they each lowered their heads and bolted towards the other side of the room. Spike knew that he had a good reason not to look through the window of the door this time.
Spike bent the metal of the door almost, wondering whether he had cracked the round window. The two were now in the under ground car park, Spike could see plenty of cars that would no doubt be laid to waste if the black-clad end up shooting them in here. He gathered that up took them to the exit of the car park.

[Satanslittlehelper]

Well i would say something but im too blown away but really Major you should try to get published its really good.

[SCV]

one word, just one!! COOL!!!!!!

[Lunapocalypse]

Chapter 12
The mind of a Killer

It's a bit ironic I reckon people who believe in god, our savior or some fancy crap like that. I don't know why we have to wait for Armageddon to finally be thrown into a thousand years of peace, why can't our 'savior' just do something about it now? It's then you think 'Do we even have a god...? Is any body looking at the carnage that goes on down at this place we call earth?' and it was after I thought that, I stopped believing, I don't believe in much any more, it mainly just revolves around fight to see another day.
People fight for sides, some people don't even know what they're fighting for, others do it just for fun. I fight for myself; I've never fought for anyone else, not for all the money in the world. Just me and my rifle, battling it out, waiting for Armageddon. There is no good or bad side, each team has their own insights, they each have their own motives that make them think 'Hey, we're the good guys. You're the bad guys,' that's mainly where people go wrong. The only bad guys are people who kill unpremeditatedly and without a reason. Maybe Armageddon is just waiting for the right time, maybe it's planning an attack. Then again, maybe not.
There's one thing I don't really understand about life, that is 'why'. Why do we do it? Why do we live? Why do we do 'what we do'? If I simulate a day in the life of an average middle class person in my mind, it’s just a repetitive motion of waking up, going to work, returning home, and going to bed. There are only small breaks where barely anything significant happens, basically eating food to reload and continue the repetition, perhaps actual entertainment that'll speed by faster in one hour than a minute of working.
'Life' itself as what it is explained as makes no sense to me, I feel we're all just part of something bigger, like we're being controlled and it makes my curiosity go sky high. Maybe I'll find something significant...not in this life time, but perhaps the next. When you've seen death, the only thing you can do is question it in your mind, and speak of it to no one.
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Morgan gripped the barrel of his black TPG1 sniper rifle, it was a silencer integrated into the mechanics of it, his glove made a rubbing sound as both the rubber and metal surfaces touched each other. He marveled at it almost and wondered, if anybody ever made a gun that could give life, he would be set, because all he could do with this gun is take it. It would act almost like an appendage from his body, a third arm, when he's about to take that one shot, he is the gun and the gun is him.
When an organization gets word of strange sightings, they fling their arms up in the air and say 'rumors'. When an organization get people who come in and say 'I've seen it', they fling their arms in the air and say 'Bull s***'. When an organization gets pictures of strange sightings, they fling their arms up in the air and say 'Image tampering'. When an organization gets footage of strange sightings, they put their hands down on the table and grip it hard, then say, 'Alright, let's see if we can get some more of this'. When an organization obtains something, something bad, they then get crazy ideas. These are ideas that nobody should conjure, so in the midst of Morgan’s briefing he decided that what ever he found that he was to bluff it in his report when he returned.
Morgan replayed the briefing in his head, it was a tape sent to his house for his ears only, "Freelance reporters got wind of this filed information, god knows how, unfortunately there's nothing we can do about this now. What they've gotten is footage, serious at that, of a house being ransacked completely. The footage looks too good for it not to be premeditated, and one fact is that they took it from a distance assuring that they took precautions. The attackers act in strange ways, but from the twenty four hour tape it shows that nobody officially dies and that more than the original number of assailants that entered the building leave the building. When one of the reporters entered the building notes were taken of there being blood every where and the rooms looking like a slaughter house. Another two loads of footage was taken of similar acts being committed on yet another household and the same behavioral pattern rising from the assailants and potential victims, so our heads are being rocked on this one, whether it's small time genocide that is quickly beginning to rise to a threat, or if our legs are just being pulled. These strange murders take place in a rural area, a lot of forest and over growth in the area, so we decided to send out best agent in to work out what on earth is going on. That agent is you Morgan, you're our best long range specialist and this is the perfect environment for you. We've got an area that we want you to make a clean sweep of, it's in the package too and all the buildings in the area are highlighted, one fifth of that is highlighted separately because it's owned by some rich bastard. We want you to obtain your own footage and pictures and bring it back to us for further inspection. The loud out is entirely your choice; you've got your artillery back at your safe house anyway. If you don't call back in a week we'll know something’s up and send in more agents for your rescue and exfil, if you're still alive that is..." it had been the end of that recording that bothered Morgan the most.
The map covered an area of five hundred square kilometres, that was a lot of work for one person, but Morgan was resourceful, he had set out early so that he had more time on his mission. There was no point for some inane sky insertion, so Morgan decided to keep it simple and leave all the facts to him self. The choices were now up to him, and they were virtually endless.
Morgan had loaded up his red SUV with all of the needed equipment and took one of the main roads to the, he drove in the mindless rain beating away at the front windscreen while the wipers attempted to do its best in defending the glass. He looked to his left at a car that he was over taking, normally he wouldn't, but this one just took his eye off the road. It was a 1968 Chevrolet Camaro SS, sleek and black. Morgan looked at the person sleeping with his head against the window and smiled almost, who wouldn't sleep in this weather, it was almost perfect to fall asleep to. All you could really do was count trees anyway.
Morgan failed to realize he was losing the neutral with the Camaro and was beginning to fall behind it, looking back at the direction he was heading in Morgan saw head lights, his eyes widened as he hit the break and turned the car left slightly. The left hand indicator light touched the back bumper of the Camaro, and soon enough Morgan had moved left far enough for the front bumper of his car to scrape the back bumper of the Camaro. Morgan struggled to keep the SUV moving in a straight line, eventually getting it back to its full potential. Feeling embarrassed, Morgan jerked the car into the next gear and started to over take the Camaro again, this time going much faster and soon being in front of it.
Morgan pressed down the gas and began to let the SUV purr forwards, he almost couldn't believe what he had done and swore that he heard a woman cursing at him just as he had passed.
He pushed his idiocy away from his mind, after all, some things didn't take long to take place and happened in seconds, it wasn't completely Morgan's fault. He told himself this so that he felt slightly better, only the car was slightly damaged now, nothing too serious though.
Morgan moved off onto another road and then soon onto a dirt road, another right turn after five or so miles landed him where he needed to be. He pulled the SUV over to the side of the road and turned it off, looking through the heavy rain that forced holes into the dirt. He had decided before he left his safe house that he would wait for nightfall before leaving; he slipped from the front seat into the back seat and began to go through his equipment.
Firstly Morgan slipped out of his civilian clothes and into something more appropriate for his mission, he slipped in to his 'darker than usual' MARPAT camouflage, deciding to have mingling colours rather than being all dark. He slipped into boots that best fitted for the foliage and habitat outside of the car, even though in MARPAT he was wearing he kept his torso wear low so that he didn't feel like he was carrying so much all over his body. He slipped gloves over his hands, pulling the straps on them tight and then clenching his fingers into a fist.
Morgan pulled out his head set, featuring night vision and thermal vision; he looked out of the window while switching between the two making sure that they worked perfectly, then turned it off and flicked it up onto his forehead. Morgan took out his communication network and clicked it onto his head set, unfolding the microphone so that it moved down to his mouth, making sure that it was long enough and then putting the receiver in his ear and testing it to make sure that it was working. He then pulled out his utility belt where he could fit all of his ammunition and tools, laying that on the lay back chair next to him. Next came the camera, it was a small digital one, but developed from the organization so that it had fifty times optical zoom, so good that Morgan could snap shot a wart on the end of a nose. He turned the camera to his face and grinned as he pressed down the priming button and then taking the picture, he went back to normal as he slipped the camera into a pocket of the utility belt.
Morgan pulled out his Primary means of a weapon from its case, fitting all the parts together, the tint on his car windows made sure that no one was looking into the vehicle to see what he was doing, every now and then he would look out of the SUV just to make sure anyway. He looked through the scope of the TPG-1, good, it was all good. He put the sniper rifle down at the back of the SUV then pulled out his secondary means of a weapon, the good old P226. He looked down the sights of it, then slammed a clip into the holder and flicked the slide into position and put it next to his rifle Morgan whipped out the sling of the TPG-1 and laid it down next to the utility belt, he pulled out his lock picking set and fitted that into a pocket on the utility belt, and then pulled out each individual clip for each weapon and put them in their pockets as well.
Morgan was deciding against taking grenades along with him, but decided to rest it on non-lethal grenades, and only a couple for the most. He pulled out his two flash bangs and slipped them onto the utility belt along with his single smoke grenade. He wasn't sure if he would ever use them though.
All set, Morgan jumped into the front passenger side seat and flicked on the radio, turning the volume down low. He then put the seat back and put his feet up, pressing the button on his SUV keys to lock the doors of the car then threw them behind himself and fell asleep.
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The tape recording was right, I was their best agent; I was 'the' best. I'm good at what I do and there's no denying it, I doubt if there's a bullet I've ever fired that's missed its target, or fell past the small inch on the bulls eye working onto the blue in target practice. I guess it's sort of natural for me; I definitely have a killer instinct, when my rifle bears down on someone in the battle field they're no longer a person but a pile of vital organs waiting to be shut down completely.
In order to achieve 'Killer' status though, you really have to be put through s*** in order to reach it, going against your own will just to eliminate all your emotions in order to pull the trigger and kill your target. I'm a kind person when I'm not on the job, but there were those small things that occurred that I think set me up for my occupation now. When I was young, nine perhaps, I had the idea of how life was taken away from someone killing someone else. I was simply playing outside when my eye caught onto a bird that was flapping about on the ground, its wing was broken. I walked over to it and looked down at the mortified bird...I don't know what came over me, I just pulled my foot back and ran it into the feathery body, sending it flying and then landing awkwardly against a tree. I walked over to the bird and looked down at it as it twitched, it moved its head trying to stay alive and gasping for air. I just stood there...and watched it die.
That's only a part of my mind though, several other times in my life I've done things similar to that of the bird, but most of the time I'm able to control myself. It's just a feeling I get, almost a sensation, but I'm grateful for the one part of my mind that's able to stop me from doing those things. I haven't killed any animals for over twelve years now, but that bird was the initiation for my cruelty towards animals, and my killer instinct on the battle field.
It wasn't just that bird though, when I was in side arm training they put me through an obstacle course where round targets popped up for me and other recruits to shoot at. This continued for weeks until we all suddenly got a surprise, when I moved out into the obstacle course and a target popped up I fired my shot instantly. I was shocked almost to see that the shot was clean in the forehead of the target, the next was exactly the same, and the one of that one, and virtually all of them. They had switched the targets from the normal yellow, blue and red bull’s eye to the picture of an actual person. When I got better I began to shoot at other areas where the other organs would be, the heart, the liver, I never shot at the hands to disarm them or the legs to demobilize them. This was a strange moment in my life that I still question in some cases, but I've forgotten about it now, it doesn't bother me any more considering it's my past.
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Morgan opened his eyes slowly, not exactly being in any rush, the radio still played. Eminem lyrics flowed through the SUV, "In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum. Holy or unholy, only have one-" Morgan flicked the radio off, running his right thumb underneath his nose and sniffing as he changed the lock on the drivers side door to unlock all the car doors and hopped out.
He closed the door and took a single step to the next, opening that and taking his utility belt out, fitting it around his waist. Morgan quickly took his Ka-Bar D2 combat knife in its sheath and fitted that over his chest, he took the sling and put that over his head and left shoulder and under his right arm pit. He took his car keys and put his head set on his head, flicking on the night vision as he closed the car door and moved around to the boot, unlocking that. Morgan took his P226 and holstered it on his utility belt, then took the final TPG-1 clip from his back and fitted it into the rifle; he snapped the TPG onto its sling and then moved it around his back so that it was out of the way. Finally Morgan took a small pack he had prepared before hand and put that low on his back, it held all of his food and water for the mission ahead.
Morgan threw his keys over and onto the front drivers side seat and closed the boot up silently, he pulled his primary weapon in front of him and walked across the dirt road casually, but as soon as he passed the first ten trees he lowered him self down slightly so that he wasn't so high up, in a sort of crouch but still stable enough to run.
Morgan always looked ahead of him self while straining his ears to hear any possible threatening sounds or other foot steps; he never heard anything though but the leaves beneath his feet crunch. In which case he chose a path using his night vision goggles for places on the ground which were a lot barer and that his feet wouldn't make as much sound, since he couldn't hear anything his senses took a step up into its sixth and his adrenalin began to course through his body.
Morgan knew he would have to cover a fair number of miles before he would actually come across anything important, a couple of individual houses lay three or so miles away from the dirt road he had been on, and he planned on going to them first. Instead of laying out some crappy 'sweep' search he decided to just go from house to house and the perhaps check areas on that map where barely anything exists except for trees and clearings. He hoped that he would find what he needed in the first twenty four hours, he only had twenty eight to stay awake before he had to sleep otherwise he would have been rendered useless. In which case Morgan wanted to eliminate as many house holds as possible in the next twenty eight hours.
One place that stamped a 'search' was definitely the mansion that was on the map, Morgan had a feeling that it could have potentially been rich people doing this bizarre deeds. When you have lots of money it can make you do stupid things sometimes, and this could turn out to be a great example. Morgan could see it now almost, 'Organization agent sent out to find that rich people run a muck', the perfect title for his report. In a way Morgan hoped it would turn out to be the wealthier and nothing else, just to prove his point to himself and use that cheesy title.
Morgan stopped and looked down, he saw through the night vision ten or so wires and the highest one reaching the centre area of his chest. Morgan held his hand out to touch the wire, his index and middle finger hitting the metal and then being jerked back as Morgan seethed through his teeth; it was an electric fence no doubt. Morgan looked down one way of the fence and then the other, seeing that they went on for quite some time. From the amount of trees that were around the area it couldn't have possibly been a paddock. Morgan looked to his left at a tall tree, pinpointing foot holds; he stepped over to it and pulled himself up. Rising high above the tree, Morgan focused on defying the laws of gravity for just two seconds as he pushed off with his left foot. Holding his legs with his hands, Morgan flew over the electrified fence, landing on the other side and moving into a low crouch to take the momentum and pressure. He stood back up and turned around to see that he had pulled off about three metres and a half over the fence. Impressed with himself he turned and continued, but his mind stayed as it wrapped around why the fence was there and why so much electricity was moving through it.
Morgan hid behind a thick tree for the time being, he wasn't sure if it was artificial light he had seen before or if his eyes were just playing tricks on themselves, but now he was sure it was light. Looking through his scope he registered that it was light coming from the inside of one of the houses, zooming in he also saw that not far from that house was the next. Lights on could mean two things, that people occupied the house and were unaware of any possible threats, or the lights had been left on from the several nights before and nobody had taken the liberty of turning them off.
Morgan continued to look through his scope for another twenty or so minutes while looking at every single point of entry and all the surroundings. When the place looked completely deserted he began to move forwards, unfortunately this wasn't an assassination mission and he wasn't going to just sit around and wait for his target. Morgan moved from tree to tree spending another thirty seconds or so to make sure that nothing was moving, eventually coming to a point where there was a tree line and then thirty or so metres of clearing. He could have crawled the way, but it seemed stupid; his camouflage would have stood out on the relatively green grass anyway. In the end Morgan just decided to stay crouched and quickly shuffle over to the building, he readied him self and then bolted.
Morgan chose three places to stop at and observe the house along the way, one was a pile of wood that he crouched behind the shadow of, the next was an outside toilet, and the final one was a small hedge area in a garden. Morgan eventually made it to the back of the house, no voices or noises were heard in which case he decided that it was clear. Moving in through the back door, Morgan turned the knob as carefully as possible, he closed it carefully behind him self.
From what Morgan had seen on the outside of the house it was fairly basic, he was in the kitchen at the moment and the two connecting rooms were the dining room and the lounge room. The room opposite diagonally was no doubt a games room of sorts. Morgan moved into the dining room first, seeing nothing in particular, all the chairs were upright. He went into the next room through a large sliding door way, he noticed that the sliding door had been pulled of its runner and some wood had split on the catch above meaning someone had pulled it open a little too fast for its own good. The next room was more of a living room with book shelves and old furnished chairs.
Morgan moved through from that room into a well lit white hallway, the front door to the house was open, he spent some time looking out of it trying to simulate a possible course of action for the habitants of the house but found nothing as of yet. The next room was certainly the lounge room, slightly sunken as Morgan noticed from taking a step down. The lounge room lights were off, meaning the people weren't in this room at the time. To Morgan’s right were the stairs, which he took more than fast enough to the next level.
The hall way on the second floor was also well lit, two rooms remained closed while two were open. Spike looked into one of the open rooms, it being the master bead rooms, the king size bed was made perfectly, Morgan checked the other side of the bed and underneath incase any dead bodies that he was looking for were hiding. He left the room when finding nothing and headed to the next that had been open, this one being the bath room, and turning on the light it was easy to see that it was as clean as metal was shiny after being buffed for an hour. Morgan moved to one of the closed rooms then after turning the bath room light off, opening the door slightly to see that this room was also well lit. It looked very boyish, collected action figures and posters all over the wall, the bed was a mess too, but nothing had the word 'struggle' printed on it. The second room was dark, Morgan had opened the door slowly being grateful that they were new and no creaking was emitted from them. Flicking the light on Morgan saw that it was a girls room, pink and as clean as the bath room, but not a spec of blood in sight.
Morgan dropped his arms to his side and straightened up in disappointment, he looked around himself in the hall way seeing a window at one end looking at the other building that had lights on. Morgan turned the light off in the girls bedroom and closed her door, also closing the boys bedroom and then moved over to the window. He held the scope up to his eyes and looked at the other building, it was clear enough that it was in fact a study area not that much further from the house, evidently it would no doubt turn out to be the games room for the two children.
Morgan back tracked, going down the stairs and back out the back door, closing it behind him just like before. He sprinted back to the tree line this time, knowing that if he was able to run to the house before without anything noticing him then he'd be perfectly safe this time around. Morgan moved deeper into the woods and flanked the study, the back side of the building was in the tree line basically and Morgan knew he could sneak up on it without anybody or thing noticing. He took it more slowly this time, making sure he made no sounds, and then pressed his body up against the building. It was small and would certainly only be one room in the end.
Morgan moved around the side keeping low while under all of the windows and eventually saw the front door of the room, it was wide open, Morgan was on the side where the handle hit the wall and could see that the door had been swung open wide and hard that the handle embedded itself into the wall. Morgan moved to the door and poked his head in, it was a slaughter house just like the recording said, and there were no bodies. Morgan entered when he checked the outside surroundings more and made sure there was nothing on the inside of the room.
Everything had been thrown about at insane amounts, nothing stood up straight and all electrical goods were smashed. Morgan took out his camera and began snapping away at the blood pools on the floor and blood spatters on the walls. He took pictures of all four angles of the room too, looking into each corner from the opposite corner; Morgan also did his best not to touch anything.
Morgan moved back out of the entrance and to the back of the study once more, he looked back at the house he had previously been in, still the lights were on and still the front door was open, and still there was no movement. Morgan was glad that he had taken some pictures already, feeling like he had taken in somewhat of a success he moved deeper into the forest and then changed went back to his original course in the direction of the mansion.