Post by scottyadams on Jun 21, 2021 22:58:02 GMT -5
***Last week, I let him get away. I haf him right where I wanted him, yet he still slipped through the cracks.***
Korrupt lays atop the cold concrete floor, his thoughts merely immersed within his failure. His defeat at the hands of Ricky. A loss that he knew he could ill-afford to have. It is why this room. This chamber, has been transformed into a prison of sorts by the mysterious figures. A means to convey to corrupt that failure isn't something that he, nor they shall accept from him. After all, if he fails, then the cause falters. Then the poison begins to seep into the core once more, as he, much like the cure, will merely be at square one. Treading water, much like they had been before recently. Before they issued their statement of intent and ensured people realised they were for real. That they were ready to make sure people understood just what they were truly seeking.
***He should have been mine. He should have found himself within the prison of his own soul, yet he broke free. And that falls upon me, for now, he can claim he holds the key. That he holds the means to break through the shell.***
His breathing soft, he looks up at the ceiling. Attempting to manifest just how the failure occurred. Process it and ensure that something like this doesn't happen again. Especially in what could very well be the OPW's last ever song played. Yes, he had heard the chatter, or well, the figure had fed through the chatter to him. He knew that their doors were being shuttered and that this impending week, would be the swansong. The last moment before OPW accepted its cool, cold embrace within the abyss.
***A hold that he may never cede. Yet he is not the aim. At least, not for now. Should he elect to wander down this passage once more, then he will learn that fate has a different passage elected for him. For now, however, Necra Octavia Kane is the assigned target. At least, that is what they have informed me.***
Almost as if on cue, the figure that has become associated with Korrupt walks into the cell. Though this time, he isn't alone. There is a second, hooded figure following him. This one feminine in nature and with their head bowed.
Figure 1- Are you ready, Korrupt?
No response.
***W-What does he want? Why is she here? Is this one of those moments where we reveal just how we are gonna cleanse Necra? Show her that there is truly no escape from what awaits her? Because if she didn't know that by now, then she was never willing to learn it in the first place. However, I am more than happy to teach her such, if that is what she truly desires.***
Figure 2- Does he know what this is for?
The original figure glances across to the second figure. Nodding his head gently.
Figure 1- I told him you were coming on Sunday and that this is what needed to be done. That this is what has been commanded.
The female slowly approaches Korrupt, apprehensive about just how he will react, whilst ensuring that her hood doesn't fall down and accidently expose her identity. For she is a doctor. Well, a scientist is the more precise definition, however she also serves as the doctor within her facility. Korrupt simply remains in a trance, slightly tilting his head, though he can only make out blurry figures within his eyes.
Figure 2- It's okay. I'm just here to evaulate. Ensure that the process is going as planned.
The original figure stands back. Observing as the female reaches down and stares beyond Korrupt's mask. Deep into his eyes.
Figure 1- Necra, this week --- Korrupt is out for your blood. He wants everyone to know that last week was nothing more than a blip. That Ricky merely survived him - a statement that you will not be able to echo. For OPW's final song, shall also be your final song. That the curtains closing upon them, are merely a replica of the curtains closing upon you. Even if you claim to be some mythical persona. Sent to enact ruin upon the world.
The female pulls out a small needle from her pocket. Staring at it, before taking a deep breath. She knows exactly what this serum is capable of. She knows the adverse reactions some people may have to it, yet it is what has been commanded.
Figure 1- Nor will he be sorry for doing so. For this is what they seek. This is what they desire - this is what he (pointing to Korrupt, right as the needle is placed into his veins) commands it to be. So, if I were you. If I were the one facing my own demise, I would ensure my coffin. My resting place is one that I feel comfortable within. One that I am at peace with. For anything else, and the only ruin that shall be enacted, is your own.
It is then that Korrupt slightly stirs. The serum starting to take a hold within his body, as a small image begins to manifest within his mind. It cannot truly be made out, but it is there for a mere second, before fading into black. A snall fragment that had pierced through his shield. Whatever it had been.
Figure 2- The deed has been done.
Figure 1- Good. And now, we wait...
END.
Korrupt lays atop the cold concrete floor, his thoughts merely immersed within his failure. His defeat at the hands of Ricky. A loss that he knew he could ill-afford to have. It is why this room. This chamber, has been transformed into a prison of sorts by the mysterious figures. A means to convey to corrupt that failure isn't something that he, nor they shall accept from him. After all, if he fails, then the cause falters. Then the poison begins to seep into the core once more, as he, much like the cure, will merely be at square one. Treading water, much like they had been before recently. Before they issued their statement of intent and ensured people realised they were for real. That they were ready to make sure people understood just what they were truly seeking.
***He should have been mine. He should have found himself within the prison of his own soul, yet he broke free. And that falls upon me, for now, he can claim he holds the key. That he holds the means to break through the shell.***
His breathing soft, he looks up at the ceiling. Attempting to manifest just how the failure occurred. Process it and ensure that something like this doesn't happen again. Especially in what could very well be the OPW's last ever song played. Yes, he had heard the chatter, or well, the figure had fed through the chatter to him. He knew that their doors were being shuttered and that this impending week, would be the swansong. The last moment before OPW accepted its cool, cold embrace within the abyss.
***A hold that he may never cede. Yet he is not the aim. At least, not for now. Should he elect to wander down this passage once more, then he will learn that fate has a different passage elected for him. For now, however, Necra Octavia Kane is the assigned target. At least, that is what they have informed me.***
Almost as if on cue, the figure that has become associated with Korrupt walks into the cell. Though this time, he isn't alone. There is a second, hooded figure following him. This one feminine in nature and with their head bowed.
Figure 1- Are you ready, Korrupt?
No response.
***W-What does he want? Why is she here? Is this one of those moments where we reveal just how we are gonna cleanse Necra? Show her that there is truly no escape from what awaits her? Because if she didn't know that by now, then she was never willing to learn it in the first place. However, I am more than happy to teach her such, if that is what she truly desires.***
Figure 2- Does he know what this is for?
The original figure glances across to the second figure. Nodding his head gently.
Figure 1- I told him you were coming on Sunday and that this is what needed to be done. That this is what has been commanded.
The female slowly approaches Korrupt, apprehensive about just how he will react, whilst ensuring that her hood doesn't fall down and accidently expose her identity. For she is a doctor. Well, a scientist is the more precise definition, however she also serves as the doctor within her facility. Korrupt simply remains in a trance, slightly tilting his head, though he can only make out blurry figures within his eyes.
Figure 2- It's okay. I'm just here to evaulate. Ensure that the process is going as planned.
The original figure stands back. Observing as the female reaches down and stares beyond Korrupt's mask. Deep into his eyes.
Figure 1- Necra, this week --- Korrupt is out for your blood. He wants everyone to know that last week was nothing more than a blip. That Ricky merely survived him - a statement that you will not be able to echo. For OPW's final song, shall also be your final song. That the curtains closing upon them, are merely a replica of the curtains closing upon you. Even if you claim to be some mythical persona. Sent to enact ruin upon the world.
The female pulls out a small needle from her pocket. Staring at it, before taking a deep breath. She knows exactly what this serum is capable of. She knows the adverse reactions some people may have to it, yet it is what has been commanded.
Figure 1- Nor will he be sorry for doing so. For this is what they seek. This is what they desire - this is what he (pointing to Korrupt, right as the needle is placed into his veins) commands it to be. So, if I were you. If I were the one facing my own demise, I would ensure my coffin. My resting place is one that I feel comfortable within. One that I am at peace with. For anything else, and the only ruin that shall be enacted, is your own.
It is then that Korrupt slightly stirs. The serum starting to take a hold within his body, as a small image begins to manifest within his mind. It cannot truly be made out, but it is there for a mere second, before fading into black. A snall fragment that had pierced through his shield. Whatever it had been.
Figure 2- The deed has been done.
Figure 1- Good. And now, we wait...
END.