Post by skye on Feb 21, 2010 18:11:12 GMT -6
-Schuyler von Herz-
N/A
My name is: Dezzie
I am Intermediate.
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-The Basics-
Name: Schuyler von Herz
-Nickname/Alias:: Skye
-Age: 31 Years of Age
-Gender: Female
-Occupation: General of Amestris Army, State Alchemist
-Human/Non : Human
-Appearance-
-Hair Color: Red
-Eye Color: Green
-Height: 5'5"
-Weight: 102lbs
-Distinctions(i.e. scars, moles, missing limbs…): Her right arm and leg are both automail. She has tattoo's all over her body.
- Character Appearance;Skye's physical appearence can seem that of a goddess. Standing at a medium height of five-foot six-inches, she may seem tiny next to the taller females of the military's population, but she can fit right in with everyone else. She's incredibly lithe and lanky, exactly as she had been all of her life. She has a very fair complexion, and a lighter skin tone than that of normal people.
Skye has bright, curly, cherry red hair. Her bangs are long and sometimes hang in her eyes if she lets them. Her beautiful crimson locks flow down nearly to her waist, and she rarely ever ties her hair up. She has deep green eyes that seem to pierce even the strongest of souls when she looks at you.
She wears a variety of clothing, mostly dark set, and red. She changes what she wears a lot, but that's normal for a girl. She has been fitted with a prosthetic arm and leg [both on the right], made of automail. Aries wears a light chain mail under her army uniform to help avoid many deep wounds to her body, if possible. Because of the years of working out and training in the martial arts, she has always been long an lean, and will stay that way. She's very strong for a girl her size. Her being an Alchemist has also contributed to her strength and fitness level.
-Personality-
-Likes:
- Felines
- Alchemy
- Her Job
- Reading
- Writing
-Dislikes:
- Being used
- Brats
- Killing
- Swimming
- Spiders and Snakes
-Weaknesses:
- Swimming
- Her bad dreams
- When it rains
-Strengths:
- Leadership
- Her fighting skills
- her brains [smarts]
-Personality:
Skye is a very quiet soul. She speaks a lot, yet keeps the contents of her past to herself very tightly. It takes a while to cut her down and try to figure her out. She is very smart, and extremely confident in her own abilities. She's not self-centered, and will often try and lend a helping hand to those that need it, unlike how people did when she herself was young. She is very well read, and often spends her free time researching and writing her own research for future use.
She is rather closed, but that doesn't keep her from having fun. She will often join in on the game or teasing, if it is only for fun. She finds the stories of the Elric brother amusing, and does have a slight desire to one day meet them. She doesn't care when, she'd just like to see how they felt after they committed the taboo form of alchemy.
She is very protective of her men, those that she leads in the military. She dislikes killing, but will do so because that is her duty. Kill to protect. She hates water, and will get very irritated if you try to pour it on her.
-History-
-Current Town:
-Parents: Malte von Herz [Father] Michaele von Herz [Mother]
-Siblings : Dante von Herz [Sister], Alena von Herz [Sister], Mayelle von Herz [Sister], Günter von Herz [Brother]
-Other Family: Unknown
-Full History:
Born on the poor streets of Central City, Skye had a very hard life growing up. She was born to two poor farmers, the von Herz's, who had moved to the bustling city in hopes of starting a new and comfortable life. (This dream, though, was never achieved until both of the parents were dead.) She was born the youngest of four other siblings, three sisters and a single brother. Life on the streets was hard, and it wasn't until Schuyler was 7 years old that she gained a proper education, but we shall get back to that.
When she was only six years old, her sisters Alena, and Mayelle, and her brother, left to go on their own paths. Dante and her parents on the other hand, were killed in a skirmish for food on the streets. Left with no one to care for her, Schuyler was taken in by a young couple. They were highly gifted in alchemy, and in science and education in general, and took it upon themselves to teach the young girl. She was officially adopted into the family when she was 9 years old. By then, she was highly skilled with Alchemy.
A fateful night brought Skye more grief. She was just coming home from the market, when she noticed that the door to her house was unlocked, which wasn't normal. As she entered, she noticed blood on the floor. She ventured deeper into the family home, and found her mother dead on the floor, and her father crying over the body. She found out later that her mother had been killed by a stray bullet from the guns of soldiers. She didn't hate them for it, she was just rather disappointed.
When she was thirteen years old, she was in a car accident with her father. It had been a rather serious one, and she'd lost her right arm, and her right leg. She was fitted with automail limbs a few days later after her father had finally recovered enough to have been able to contact one. Recovery from the accident was hard and long, and rather boring, but as soon as she was able to be up and around, she started training. She trained with both alchemy and martial arts, as well as firearms, the dream of becoming a soldier sparking in her mind. Her father had decided to continue to train her in alchemy, teaching her until his death when she was 19.
Years passed, and when she was 20 years old, she entered the military, rising high into the ranks, and perfecting her alchemy to the point that she registered to become a state alchemist. She was accepted, and became known as the Scarlet Alchemist for her burning red hair, and burning passion and desire in the military. She rose higher into the ranks, and finally fell into the position of General by the time she was 31 years of age. Feeling accomplished, she does her job in silence.
-Roleplay Sample:
The afternoon was crisp, frigid. The air bit at every piece of flesh that was able to be observed by the human eye. The sweltering cold proceeded to make breathing hard for even the natives of this nearly arctic waste land. It was unseasonably cold that day. March 2nd, one year ago. The day was peaceful. Children ran around outside, not caring how cold it was.
The children were the offspring of American, Russian, and German soldiers who made their home in an Army base, on the outskirts of the city. It was a large base, enough to house the entire American army if needed. The kids were playing a simple game of tag in the front lawn of the base. Their parents were looking on with gentle enthusiasm. A few of the adults looked on with discomfort as their children fell into the frosty grass on the ground.
Aries was sitting with the parents of the children, looking uncomfortable with sitting next to them. She was visibly young. Her body was incredibly slender, her facial features soft and genteel. Her hair was long, and blood red. Her beautiful jade green eyes told a story of poverty and hardship. Her skin tanned to perfection. She was perfection in the eyes of most of the men at the base, but was far from it.
She wasn't vain about her appearance, and she could have cared less even if the men were bowing at her feet, even though they practically were. That's what set her apart from the other female soldiers at the base. They'd all established that she would be the only one most of the guys would want, all the time.
She sat cross-legged in the grass, watching the children playing, and the parents soon joining into the fun. A twinge of longing pulled at Aries's heart. She longed for her family, who'd all been dead for 16 years by now. She could barely remember her mothers face...and her scent. She turned away then, and rose to her feet. She staggered a bit, and then caught her balance. She turned from them all and shuffled her way into the large base.
The entry through the large doors made her feel like she was entering a castle. A castle that was filled with lust-stricken men, and jealous-bound women. She gave a sniff as the eyes of men followed her as she walked past them. Aries gave them all an irritated look, promising them they would never get to lay a hand on her. She climbed down a flight of stairs to her dorm. Everyone in this base had their own rooms, with their own bathrooms. It had been close to heaven for those who'd been in a normal base, which had none of those nice things.
She unlocked the door to her dorm, and closed it behind her. She took in a slow breath and closed her eyes. She had been training all day and was in desperate need of a wash up. She undressed quickly and hopped in the shower to do just that. She exited her shower soon, and dressed back into her combat uniform. She ran her fingers through her wet hair and sighed. She pulled it up into a long ponytail, that still managed to flow down to her hips.
She stepped out of her room then, and made her way partially up the stairs. She looked to her side. The clock struck the time of 2:16pm, and suddenly the world began to tremble. Literally. Aries ran up the rest of the stairs and into the cafeteria. There was a commotion happening. Mothers had coaxed their kids inside, and looked slightly fearful.
"What's happening?" Aries asked a man next to her. He looked to her and then pointed out of the window. Hundreds of thousands of creatures were lumbering towards the base, looking thirsty for something. One thing. The blood of the humans that they were denied in Asgard.
They were rising up from cracks in the Earth, covered in dirt and grime. Aries turned around, looking back to the stairs now. They were coming up from the bottom floor as well. She turned quickly. "Get the children to a safe area! They are coming up from the basement too! I'm going to go check downstairs for anyone still down there." Aries turned, but the man grabbed her arm.
"Anyone who'd been down there will be dead now, no doubt. It's no use, Private." the man said softly. "You heard the girl! At least she's making sense! Get to a safe place with the children. All able bodied men and woman, get out onto the battlefield. All mothers stay with your kid." the man commanded.
Aries snapped up into attention in a flat second, "Major!" she said, before turning and running towards the armory, like every other man and woman who was leaving to fight. The ground's shaking ceased and Aries turned to look at the man behind her, as she was grabbing her weapons. He suddenly hit the floor, one of the monsters standing behind him, a human heart in its filthy hand.
"H-how did they get in here?" she whispered to herself as every other person turned to look at what just happened. The monster was looking at the rest of them with the same look of blood lust. It popped the mans heart into its mouth, and bit down, blood dripping down it's mouth as it watched all of them.
Aries began to feel sick to her stomach. What a disgusting creature. She grew tense as it looked towards another human, and lumbered forward. Aries, by instinct, rushed forward, and then behind it, forcing her sword right up through its head. It gave a blood curdling scream, and then fell forward, dead. "Get your butts out of here and get fighting!" Aries snarled at them all. She turned herself, and paced out of the room, passing more men and women who were running to get their weapons.
The anxiety that had been creeping up on Aries took hold of her, and she glanced quickly from side to side. She breathed in slowly, rushing out into the cold afternoon air. What Aries saw then has been haunting her for nearly a year now.
Thousands of the Demonic creatures were scavenging on the flesh of human corpses, recently killed. They were feasting on her comrades...the people she trusted with her own life. She looked down around her, watching flesh being ripped off the bones of humans...strip...by...long...strip...the grass under her feet ran read with the blood of her comrades, and she grew sick to her stomach, dropping to her knees and vomiting. The Demonic seemed taken aback by this, and kept their distance, not liking the stench. The Demonic heading towards her reared down like they were ready to jump...
Every sense in Aries's body went into overdrive, and she breathed in heavily, looking up at the sky as Demonic jumped over her and into the door of the military base. Panic struck at her heart, and she turned tail, rushing back into the building, pulling her gun and taking out the Demonic in front of her.
Her steps were sped up as the screams of terrified children filled the air around her head. She twisted around, taking a few more shots at another Demonic, before turning down the hall way she had so recently left. Aries sprinted down the hallway, turning into the room where she had heard the screaming. The tiny voices pleading for help. From anyone...
She swung the door open, and observed as a couple Demonic began devouring two the the children that were in the room. All the soldiers that were stationed here had been killed, their blood traveling slowly towards a dip in the floor, where is began to pool. Bright, scarlet.
Aries felt a snarl rip through her throat, and she launched forward, pulling her sword from the sheathe, and running it straight through both Demonic, at the very same time. A shot was fired, and Aries felt a massive pain in her knee, that brought her down on her other one. The sound of a small voice filled her ears.
"I'm sorry, ma'am! I was trying to help." the tiny male soldier looked intimidated, scared out of his own wits. Aries took in a sharp breath, and pulled the sword from the bodies of the two dead Demonic. She settled herself against the wall, observing her injury, quickly and efficiently Her knee cap had been shattered by the bullet, and there was simply no movement in her knee at all. She took off her jacket, and then the T-Shirt over it, leaving her in a tank top, and began ripping the T-Shirt to shreds. She made a tourniquet for herself, wrapping it tightly around her leg to stop the bleeding.
The pain in her leg made her voice weak. She felt slightly dizzy now. “No matter. Do you have a radio with you, or know where one is?” she asked calmly. The man nodded, shutting and locking the door behind him. Aries stood straight up, following him as he moved towards the other side of the room. The eyes of thirty children followed them as Aries dragged her now useless leg behind her. The pain was intense, enough to make her want to die right then and there, but she kept herself upright, wanting to fight and protect these children.
The man moved towards a single desk in the room, and pulled over a drawer, quickly rummaging through the contents before pulling out a small CV Radio. Aries took it from him, and quickly turned it on. She waited impatiently until a signal was found. “Command...this is Sargent Randalle of the Moscow Military base. We are under attack...by creatures...I don't even know what they are. But they are eating humans...Myself and a Private are barred in a room, protecting thirty children right now. We are in need of transportation to get these kids out of here!” she said with a rush into the microphone.
The Private standing next to her took the microphone from her, pushing down on the button to speak. “We are also in need of Medical attention. Sargent Randalle is badly injured.” he said, his voice shaking. The reply came, signaling that help would be coming as soon as possible.
Aries settled herself back against the wall, reloading bullets into her gun. The pain in her body was becoming almost unbearable. She felt a sweat forming on her forehead, and she breathed in heavily. She looked to the children, and smiled hopefully. “We will get you out of here, safe and sound.” she said gently. She looked to the Private. “If you can, take the bodies of the two children and the soldiers, as well as these demonic things, and push them out the window. Then please rip that desk apart and board the windows up. We need to make sure this place can't be gotten into until the help arrives.
The Private nodded, and quickly got to work. One of the children, a teenager of only fifteen stood up and rushed towards Aries. She looked startled as the boy sat down next to her, holding a First Aid Kit. He looked at her as if asking for her permission, and Aries didn't answer. He took it as a yes, and took out a pocketknife. He cut her pant leg open, observing her wound. “My mother was teaching me first aid, until she was killed...” he sounded hurt as he looked back over to the Private who was pushing his mother's body out the window of the room.
The sound of gunfire and screaming all around them made Aries's head swim with terror, but she had to put up a strong front for these kids. She watched the boy without saying anything as he quickly rummaged through the kit. He pulled out a bottle of medical alcohol and opened it. He was quick in his movements and motioned for a teenager of an older age to help him. The other boy held Aries's leg down, right as the boy with the bottle poured the alcohol on her wound to clean it.
Aries threw her head back, holding back a scream of agony as the liquid washed over her leg. She took in sharp breaths, panting heavily. She dug her nails into the wood floor until they were bleeding. The boys then slowly pulled the bullet out of the large wound on Aries's knee. Aries felt like she could die right then and there, and again, the only thing keeping her awake and alive were the lives of these children.
She leaned back, closing her eyes for a moment as the searing pain continued. She groaned as the lifted her leg and began to wrap it up in a tight bandage. The second boy handed her a small packed and a canteen. “Pain killers. Take them.” he ordered, sounding just like a parent now. Nonetheless, Aries's didn't object. She ripped open the package and dropped the pills into her palm, and then popped them into her mouth, taking a swig of water, and swallowing.
“They will make you feel drowsy, but it'll get rid of most of the pain.” the first boy said now. “We're going to be alright, right? We'll be saved soon?” he asked now, looking at all of the smaller children. Aries gazed at him with deep green eyes. She nodded slowly.
“I would die before I let another Demonic get a hold of any of you.” she said softly, and then looked up to the Private. He looked tired. He'd finished all he was ordered to do. Aries tossed him the canteen and he took a small sip, looking at her calmly, with a look on his face that asked her if she was alright. She only nodded, and the boys began to clean up the mess that they had made. She watched all of the other kids now, who looked terrified to no end. “I promise.” she said softly.
She flinched as the sounds of screaming and more gunfire filled the air inside of the room. The screaming was becoming louder by the minute. It sounded like all of Moscow was being murdered, which was probably the truth. Aries pushed herself up from the floor, and limped over to one of the boarded up window. She peaked through a crack and observed the world outside. The sky had turned red, the light now reflecting off the blood on the ground of Moscow's streets. Aries turned away abruptly, and settled back down, now under the window.
All of the children watched her now. Aries breathed in heavily. “Alright...Private...I'm not going to be able to stay conscious much longer, I need you to wake me if...if those demonic creatures get in here...” she whispered, feeling the threads of exhaustion and sleepiness pulling her into their depths. The world went black, and Aries felt herself drift off into a deeply disturbed sleep.
The sound of a large plane woke her and she looked up as the boards were being sawed away from the window. The sound of mens yells were filling the air so close to Aries. The wood was pulled out, and a man lifted himself over the threshold of the window, looking down to see a nearly asleep Aries. The pain in her leg was returning and she was beginning to break out in a sweat again. He then looked forward to all the children. “We've got a large plane, and men holding off the creatures. Children, single file, out of the window and to the plane. We'll keep you safe.
Aries, from her position on the floor helped the smaller children up and into the arms of soldiers who ran them to the plane. After every child was in the plane, a few of the soldiers jumped into the room, to look at Aries's wound. By now she was fully awake. She rose to her feet, and the soldier began to object, telling her that she needed to rest, and they would carry her to the plane. Aries shook her head firmly now. “I'm not leaving. My leg will be fine. I'm going to try and help other people now.” she said coldly. The men began to object, but the look Aries threw towards them made them pause, and nod. Another soldier came into the room, holding a brace. He put it around her leg and told her to bend it. The pain was much, but it helped her to be able to walk.
She stepped around in a couple circles, ignoring the pain her leg. She nodded her thanks, and walked out of the room. She made it out the front doors, and ran straight into a Demonic. In an instant, her blade found it's way through the monsters head, and it fell over dead, with a long moan of agony. She pulled her blade free, and set into a brisk pace, spotting a couple of other humans still fighting. The carnage of the place was extensive, and the blood of humans and Demonic alike mixed in large pools on the ground.
As she reached the other humans, and threw herself in the midst of battle, they looked at her with looks of approval...for once. She ran her sword through on Demonic, and pulled it forcefully out and straight into the head of another, all the while keeping other Demonic from the other humans. With every second that she fought, her body became all the more exhausted. She turned and shot one last Demonic, breathing heavily, as all the soldiers fell into a circular formation. She glanced at them all, nodding slowly her welcome to them, before stepping forward. She looked to the side, seeing many more Demonic charging their way.
“Creatures!” Aries yelped, pointing her gun and shooting. She felt a tugging on her arm, behind her, and she turned, seeing that a Demonic had a hold of it. All the soldiers around her had been killed without a single sound. Fear crept up her spine, and she struggled to get away from the Demonic holding her, and the ones that were charging her. She pulled her right arm free, and shot the Demonic in front of her, killing it quickly, before feeling a new pain. This time in her left arm. She turned her head, right as a Demonic ripped her arm from it's socket...and from her body.
She let out an agonizing scream, throwing her right arm forward and shooting all the Demonic in front of her. She quickly wrapped the new wound, ignoring the pain that threatened her demise. She continued one with her fighting, for three days. With every human she tried to protect, they all died. She was beginning to lose all hope by the second day of the fighting. All the while her leg was becoming more and more painful, and infection began to spread into her arm. By the third day, she'd given up all hope of helping anyone, and began to fend for just herself.
She sauntered slowly across the battlefield, observing. There wasn't a single Demonic left in sight. They all seemed to have spread out across Russia in the last couple days. Cowards. Aries was holding a deep wound on her side, limping towards the military base once more. Just days before she had saved thirty children...and in the days past, she had lost hundreds. She felt a chill creeping into her body, overtaking every part of her. Her mind had grown blank and she'd become unresponsive with all of the carnage of the last couple days.
She stepped carefully into the base for the last time, and collapsed against a wall just to the side of the large double doors. She leaned her head back, blood dripping down the corner of her mouth as she closed her eyes to the world. It was quiet...desolate...forever silenced. She felt herself drifting away into a deep sleep for the first time in days. Her need for sustenance was growing, she'd die without water if she didn't get it soon. And that should have been her first priority, but she couldn't bring herself to move anymore. Every part of her body hurt, riddled with wounds and broken bones. She blinked drowsily a couple times, before closing her eyes. The world around her turned black...she was gone...dead to the world that she had so loved...
Everything she had gone through in the past three days came rushing back to her in a matter of moments, or she thought it was moments. Every breath she'd taken, she relived. She felt anxiety rushing through her body. She couldn't breathe. She was being forced to see everything all over again. Everything that she didn't want to see. That she didn't want to bear. She could hear herself screaming, she just couldn't wake up. She screamed louder, pain searing the nerves in her arms and legs. She wanted to wake up! She wanted to die! She tried to move, but she was met with a sense of something holding her down. Everything was going so wrong...she just wanted out...
She suddenly opened her eyes, screams ripping through her throat. Tears were running down her cheeks. She looked around wildly, like she wasn't even human anymore. People were suddenly around her, trying to quiet her down. “Aries! Aries! You are alright now! You aren't in Moscow anymore! Calm down!” one man said, trying to hold her down so she'd stop trying to thrash and get away, which she'd begun trying to do when they first grabbed her.
There was an IV in her arm, and a liquid was being pumped into her bloodstream. A Doctor ran into the room, injecting a new liquid into the IV, which made Aries feel calm once again. She lay back, breathing heavily, still gazing around with a terrified look on her features. She suddenly looked down at herself, praying to God that all of Moscow had been a dream. Her heart sunk instantly.
In place of the stub that had once been where her arm was, was a prosthetic limb, made of a dark black metal. Her threw off her blankets, looking at her knee, which had been completely replaced. She looked up at the Doctors. “It wasn't a dream...” she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. She took in a sharp breath, and lay back once more, closing her eyes. “I was hoping so badly that it was a dream...” she whimpered now.
“We all do...” one of the Doctors soothed now. Aries looked at him with a look of pure hatred. She wanted to launch herself at him, wanted to make him feel what she herself and hundreds of thousands of other people had felt in Moscow. She sat up, still looking at the Doctor.
“You don't know what it was like! You never will! You weren't there! You won't ever know what it feels like to watch all of your comrades die in front of you! You didn't watch those...those monsters rip the flesh off the people that you worked with! You didn't hear the screaming...the cries for help...you didn't watch children being ripped apart and tossed aside like a toy...” she was hysterical now, tears running down her cheeks. She sobbed, pressing her hands over her eyes and rocking back and forth.
The Doctors began working again to calm her once again, and she tried to resist them. The soon gave up and injected her IV with a drug to put her asleep. She drifted away for the third time, and this time put up a fight. She'd be made to relive it again and again, and she didn't want that. She wanted free. She couldn't take it anymore. She'd go insane if this kept up..
As the weeks wore on, she continued to wake up with terrors of Moscow stuck in her mind. The Doctors began to help her learn how to walk once more, since her knee had been completely replaced. One the first day, she broke down, vomiting from the agony that gripped her when she had tried to walk. Her arm was even worse when it began raining. She could keep nothing down, for the dampness in the air made the nerves flair and hurt her like it was Moscow all over again.
The months wore on and on, and the pain never ended. It hurt worse and worse the more she moved around. She'd become used to it, but still had moments when the pain overtook her body and she broke down once more. Five months after Moscow she'd been injected with the DNA of a Demonic, as an experiment for the Project. The pain had instantly left her body, and she found out later that the DNA had healed all the nerve endings in both her knee and her arm, which had been causing her the problems with pain.
What was even more terrifying was the day she found out what her powers were. She'd been sent back to Moscow, where the rotting bodies of her comrade's still lay. She had become enraged, and set the whole field on fire, without even meaning to. She also remembered the pain that came with it. The sheer exhaustion of it.
Suddenly, every memory began flashing in the back of her mind, playing over and over again, never ending. Everything was beginning to hurt again. And she couldn't breathe...like she was being drowned...
This was all a dream...reliving everything that had happened in Moscow. She knew for sure that it had happened one year ago...She was so sure of that. She was safe in her bed in a Military Base in China. She knew she was screaming. Screaming at the top of her lungs. Her only fear was reliving all that had happened in Moscow. She brought herself to a record high, screaming at the top of her lungs. She shot up in bed, drenched in sweat, tears running down her cheeks. Her throat hurt from her screaming.
She pushed the covers off of her body, and pulled her knees up to her chest. She wrapped both arms around her legs, breathing in heavily, whispering in German to herself that everything was going to be alright. She hated reliving those moments, they brought back things she didn't want to remember, ever. She got up out of bed, hoping that she didn't wake any of the soldiers up. She hadn't had an episode of night terrors that bad for nearly six months. They were always small. She sighed softly, and stepped across the wood floor of her room.
She moved towards her bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself. She looked dead, sad. Sweat still ran down the side of her face. She breathed in slowly, turning the water on, and splashing cold liquid on her cheeks. Her dog tags fell forward on her neck, and she took hold of the black metal, observing the silver letters engraved into them. “General Aries Enyanna Randalle” they read, as well as her ID number. She ripped them off her neck, not caring if they left a mark and threw them down into the sink bowl, before looking back into the mirror.
She froze, seeing the face of a monster where her reflection was supposed to be. She stood frozen, and suddenly let forth a scream of sheer terror. That wasn't her. She didn't want to see the face of a Demonic. It began to speak to her, and she shook her head backing up and away from the mirror. It kept saying two words over and over. “Kill humans...”
She hit the wall behind her, standing frozen against it. She she shook her head again, whispering the word “no” over and over again. She felt her sanity slipping away...Daimon was right. She'd died in Moscow. She was just and empty shell here. A human with no purpose than to kill the Demonic that had brought this death upon their world.
The words the Demonic in the mirror was saying became louder and louder in her mind, and she struggled to shut it up. She rushed forward suddenly, aiming her right arm to break the mirror. It shattered into hundreds of pieces, and the voices stopped. She fell back against the wall, blood slowly running down her lip, and down her arm from her punching the mirror with her bare hand. Her eyes glazed over, and she looked distant now. She slid down the wall, not saying anything more. She was breathing heavily though.
She soon came too, hoping that she hadn't woken anyone in the base up, for the second time. She cursed at herself, leaning her head forward, and letting silent tears fall now. “Why couldn't I save them...? Was I not strong enough...?” she whispered to herself now, looking like she was losing herself more by the second.
She lay there, among shards of the broken mirror, her own blood, and sweat. The voices began again. Voices of the Demonic swimming in her mind. What was going on? What did those scientists to do her? She breathed heavily, trying to get the voices to go away. No matter how much she pleaded, the voices just became louder and louder by the second. She wished someone was there to help her break out of this prison that was her mind.
She couldn't move, her body paralyzed. She couldn't even move her eyes, which had glazed over once again as she lay against the wall, on the bathroom floor. She was losing herself more and more as time went on. She mentally pleaded for someone to have been awoken by her screaming. She'd be able to wake her from this terror. She began pleading for help, knowing she couldn't be heard...
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