A Study in WhiteMdNgt - June, 1997
DarkeTyme, VladTalbot, Blood Red Rose, Nokturnulz, and of course, WhiteMdNgt
::Blood Red Rose peers around curiously, her eyes adjusting to the dim light of the lab, trying desperately to make out the fixtures and shapes of the equipment. A loud slam echoes through the still air as Nokturnulz kicks in in the door, tossing White to the floor.:: "Nice collar Rose...."
::The liche, Darke Tyme, looks up from the counter. White groans and pushes herself to all fours, a small smile forming on her lips at Nok's words, only to quickly vanish as he kicks her sharply in the ribs. Rose smirks, giving White a little nudge in the butt as she falls to the floor. Nok's red eyes turn to the mistress.:: "Did you *know* she had powers???"
::Rose sneers.:: "Of course I knew..." ::mutters under her breath.::
::The darkened room chills as Darke regards the newcomers; his hand lifts in a half motion, the one known as White lifts from the ground. She coughs softly, her eyes widening as the floor suddenly sinks away from her.::
::Vlad Talbot enters into the lab, stepping from his corner of darkness into the din light. The PVC-clad one glances up with a wicked half-smile as he emerges from the shadows, purring.:: "Hello..." ::Nodding his head quickly to Rose, Vlad looks to his master expectantly.::
::White's body floats slowly to the large center surgery table, and Nok nods to the Liche.:: "This yer place?" ::Glancing over to Nok, Darke tilts his head::
"Who are you?"
::Swivelling her head, Rose glances back to the eerie figure of the lab's master. Nokturnulz snarls:: "I'm the guy who captured this &%$#...."
::White, now securely on the table, turns a narrowed gaze on Nok; the thin strips of flesh on Darke's face sway with the motion as he turns back to her.::
"Please allow me to introduce this ... this ... well, this is Nokturnulz..." ::Rose speaks with a little grimace of distaste. The assistant crouches, watching the events, a spot of drool dripping the corner of his mouth. Without looking to Nok, his master nods and looks to Vlad, his voice a dark whisper.:: "...get me the scalpel." ::The servant lowers his eyes, nodding, as he heads for the scapel, retrieving it for Darke.::
::Nok quirks a brow, muttering under his breath.:: "Whatta freak....." ::Rose, stepping just another pace forward, reaches into the nook of her cleavage, slowly withdrawing a thin, blood red ribbon. The slave on the table turns to her.:: "What the hell is going on?" ::Her mistress grins serenely, but does not answer, and turns to Darke Tyme instead.::
::Centering his attention on the one before him, Darke's voice calls out, the thin screeching of his voice calling out arcane words as the wind rises within, suddenly pushing her down onto the table with harsh force. A soft cry is pushed from her throat as her back slams onto the table.::
Moving over to him, his assistant places the rusted scalpel in his hand, which takes it absently.:: "Here Master, ...as ye ask fer." ::Looking to the scalpel, Darke speaks to Vlad.::
"Remove her clothing..."
::Nok, his oily black hair whipping over his face, watches silently. The ribbon, dangling from Rose's fingertips, blows freely in the lingering breeze:: "I'd like this implanted about her neck..."
::The liche nods.:: "What else?"
::With a gracious smile to Darke:: "The rest... is entirely up to your, er, discretion..." ::Taking the ribbon, he sets it upon the table near her neck, and nods with a grim smile to Rose.::
::Nodding, Vlad walks around the table, cackling, as he slowly begins removing her covering. She recoils at his touch, an involuntary sneer curling her lip as his gloved fingers slip into the straps at the shoulders of her dress; he growls once, shredding the outfit in twain with a loud ripping, stripping her to the waist.::
::The lights flare briefly as the rest of the room becomes darker, Darke's head again tilts as he stares at her face. White's burning golden eyes turn up to him, narrowing slightly... she murmurs:: "I remember you..."
::Nodding slowly to himself he wipes the rusted scalpel against the robe; he then nods to Vlad.:: "That is enough." ::White looks to the scalpel, momentarily ignoring the trollish one, who then proceeds to tug the dress down the rest of her body, until at last, she lays nude upon the table, he looks once at her, then to Darke.::
"What next Master?
::Seething with excitement, she drags herself back, to watch from a safe distance. Darke sighs as he shake his head.:: "Enough, wretch." ::He slowy turns to look at Nok and Rose, then back to Vlad.:: "Remove your gloves..."
::Blood's eyes flash, then widen; she begins to tremble the slightest bit, a slow grin spreading on her features. As he waits for his servant to prepare his disease ridden hands, he presses a bony hand to White's stomach. She swallows past the lump in her throat, looking down to the decaying hand upon her pale flesh.::
::Vlad's eyes widen, but he does as told, removing them, his hands underneath, perfect, unmarred, ...though possessing much destructive power.:: "Yes Master?"
::The liche's crimson eyes glaring into her own eyes, he speaks:: "Vlad,
touch her feet....." ::Rose, in the back ground, takes in a sharp breath and holds it while the lunatic grins, practically bouncing forward to do as told, his hands
gripping her feet lightly. Darke's skull-like face never leaves White's as his servant touches her with the diseased hands, the flesh beginning to bubble and wither. As the pale yellow glow over takes his hands, passing into her, the rotting beginning almost immediately.::
::She looks up to Darke's face, staring, her eyes wide, into his crimson ones, seemingly mesmerized. She gasps, a small cry coming from her throat as the burning
pain tears into the flesh of her feet.::
::He takes the scalpel, ...and brings the blade to her navel. Withdrawing his gaze from her face he slices into her flesh; the blade carves out a rectangular patch of skin. He pulls it up, with the sickly sucking noise of flesh ripping from muscle.::
::Her stomach pulls away from the cold touch of the blade, only to be punctured and sliced, the pain in her stomach as the skin is ripped away almost nothing compared to the blinding agony of the missing flesh on her feet::
::Rose hisses through clenched teeth, a tremor of dark pleasure causing her to shudder; Nok still watches with glowing red eyes, silent.::
::Vlad watches in amazement as the flesh melts away, the blood soaked bone underneath, slowly decaying, as his hands hold onto her. Turning back to him, his master nods once.:: "Now the leeches....."
::Rose swallows hard, her eyes glimmering, her breathing growing more labored; as the scent of blood hits the air, *her* eyes begin to redden...::
::The servant nods again, rushing over to the work bench to get the bottle of fresh leeches he hunted down this morning; he promptly grabs the bottle and returns to Darke's side.:: "Here Master." ::He hands them over to him.::
::Taking the piece of flesh, the liche places it over her mouth; his eyes close briefly as his words come out slowly, the skin melding to her face. Covering her mouth with the skin, his hand reaches out to take the jar. Vlad bows his head, backing away as Darke takes the jar of leeches.::
::White's eyes widen as her own bloody flesh is draped over her lips... the desperate urge to scream follows, only to be banished by a flash of rational thought. Her mistress wiggles her fingers, then clasps them together, her lips parting with a gasp of pleasure.::
::Opening the jar slowly, his sight is again on her stomach; placing it next to her torso, Darke's fingers take up the scalpel. Digging through the muscle, he pulls up a piece of intestine. Her brow furrows; her eyes darting frantically from his face to
his hand, horror apparent there as she sees and feels his hand reach into her::
::Vlad cackles madly.:: "Another scream to fill the mind, of the one known as Tyme." ::Laughing softly, he watches.::
::Making a small incision, Darke plucks a leech from the jar. His head moves to the side as he looks to her face again, placing the leech in the exposed intestine.::
::Biting her lower lip, her eyes brimming with frantic excitement, Rose clamps a hand onto Nok's forearm. He mutters, yanking his hand away.:: "Get offa me....." ::Too absorbed to elbow him for his rudeness, she simply stares, a passionate flush rising to her alabaster features::
::Vlad's eyes move from Darke to Rose; he grins, his eyes narrowing, looking long up and down her, then slowly moving back to the gory scene at hand.::
::The smell of decaying flesh fills the room as he looks to her feet, shaking his head at the rapidness of the flesh rotting away.:: "Vlad....cut off her legs at the knees... before it takes much more...."
::A muffled scream comes from beneath the melded flesh, her eyes snappin' wide open; she shakes her head as much as possible in frantic protest.::
"Leeches crawling, leeches feed, upon the victim as she bleeds..." ::Cackling as he moves to grab the large cleaver, Vlad heads back to the table, winking playfully to the experiment before bringing the cleaver down, lopping off one leg at the knee, then the other.::
::Slipping more of the leeches from the jar, he dumps them into the stomach cavity, watching with what might be called pleasure as they squirm into the far recesses.::
::The scream, muffled though it is, is like music to Rose's ears. Darke straightens slowly, then nods, remembering what the mistress wanted done.::
White's muscles tighten as she feels her legs severed, the shock too great to even cause her to attempt to cry out, the action only causing a flaring pain in her torso as the leeches protest and dig deeper.::
::Vlad, grinning as he looks upon the sight, then looks to the others:: What a mess I must confess... be glad of this you watching few... be glad that this" ::points to White:: "is not you." ::cackling as he moves about the table.::
::Taking the ribbon, Darke absently notes his servants words. With the deftness of age he wraps it about her neck. The scalpel slides along her throat... making the subcutaneous incisions. Rose clenches her hands into fists, to fight back the waves of heat rising within her as the air grows thick with agony.
::Nok mutters to her in a hushed voice.:: "Where'd you find this freak?" ::Without tearing her eyes away, she mutters back in a soft whisper.::
"Who're you calling a freak?" ::Nok stays quiet, not really finding a better come back.::
::Putting down the scalpel, he threads the wire of the ribbon into White's neck. A small whimper is stifled deep in her throat, to avoid even more pain, as the ribbon is slipped in. Vlad looks to the two again, tilting his head slightly.:: "Master a question?"
::Lancing it into the cartaroid artery by accident as his servant interrupts him:: "What is it?" :: he ignores the fountaining blood as he waits for his servant to speak. Her eyes roll back into her head as sees a spurt of blood, her blood, suddenly arc through the air.::
::Vlad, smiling, asks:: "Which of these two is next?"
::Rose narrows her eyes on Vlad, her hips swaying slightly to the side as she shifts her weight. Nok quirks a brow.:: "Yer helper's got a screw loose......"
::Darke looks over to the two.:: "Neither Vlad...unless she has brought the red-eyed one also?" ::leaving the question in the air, he turns back to the streaming blood that is coating his robe.::
::A contemplative look comes over her features, and Rose slowly turns to Nok, who turns to her.:: "Don't even think it...."
::The blood leaking away from her neck, her throat, what remains of her legs... it begins to make her thoughts lethargic. Pinching off the vein, Darke watches, then calls out a few words, the vein healing.::
::Remembering, Vlad quickly reaches out, retreiving his gloves, covering his hands. Cackling, he rhymes.:: "Entering into the hungry Lion's den, is definitely not the way fer ye to meet new friends."
::Rose's eyes linger, a little hungry, on Nok for a moment longer, while the assistant, also eyeing Nok, wrings his gloved hands. Red eyes narrow on Vlad, Nok wondering why the hell everyone's looking at him. The mistress licks her lips as her eyes drift back to gaze on the servant, before returning to the surgery. Vlad slowly takes his eyes away from Nok, turning slowly to meet Rose's gaze, then to Darke::
::Finishing the sewing job with the ribbon, he wipes his skeletal hands on her chest. Looking to Rose, he waits.:: "Is this satisfactory?" ::White looks up to the skeletal face of Darke... caught, seemingly mesmerized by his eyes. The pain coursing through her body is mentally blinding, but her eyes still see, mercilessly.::
::Eyes flashing, clearly excited, Rose steps a pace forward and looks down into White's miserable eyes, looking for the agony there, and smiling when she finds it. Her eyes dance over the line of blood red around her neck, and she purrs softly:: "Exquisite." ::Noting the quality in her voice, Darke chuckles a bit as he nods. Glancing up, with a little shudder, she considers extending a hand to Darke Tyme, in thanks, then reconsiders and simply nods.::
::The liche his eyes close once again, calling out arcane words; the blood seeping from her what is left of her legs slowly stops, the flesh melding together.::skin stretchs together on her stomach, pulling her into a hunched position. He knits his brows together as the wounds heal... although the neck wound continues seeping. His subject's eyes slowly close, unable to take any more, she recedes into her mind as her body curls slightly.::
::Vlad, backing away from the table, moves again toward his darkened corner of the room. He turns before entering, crouching, watching, as Rose, glancing back to Nok, mutters, barely audible:: "Maybe he can do something with that scar..."
"No thanks..." ::Nok looks the guy over again. Rose, shaking her head softly, absently wonders if the dogs at the Emporium will be attracted to the lingering scent of blood.::
::Darke's robes swirl a bit as he turns to look at Vlad, then back to Rose.:: "Do ye wish her legs? Or may I keep them?"
::With a polite nod and a gracious smile:: "Please... it is the least I can offer..." ::and a polite bow and a wave of her hand.::
::White groans a bit at those words, the sound low, quiet, and full of pain, perhaps a bit pleading. The other slave looks to Darke, then Rose as he speaks to her, then back
to his master.::
::Darke nods.:: "And the mouth? Do you wish her to remain silent?"
::Her lips twitch in silent contemplation.. and then a purr rumbles from her throat.:: "Yes... She should remain silent.. it's the least she deserves..."
::He again nods as he looks to Vlad.:: "Take the legs and place them within the cold box.... Perhaps I'll give you one tonight for dinner...." ::The servant cackles slightly, looking again to Rose, wringing his hands together. A soft chuckle escapes the master as he turns away. Vlad, nodding as he rises, moves toward the table, retreiving the gory legs, and carrying them to the *cold box*, which he opens, placing them within.::
::Her eyelids flickering up from thought:: "Wait... there is one thing..."
::He turns back.:: "Yes?"
"There should be a dagger..." ::Her thoughts flickering back to Church, and his attachment to said dagger. Smiling sweetly:: "Could I be permitted to keep it, should you locate it?"
::He shrugs as he looks to the pile of clothing on the floor.:: "Take all of it with you... I have little use for material posessions."
::With another gracious nod, her eyes full of thanks, Rose steps forward, picking her way over a puddle of congealed blood, to scoop up the clothing. She crouches next to the blood, dipping her finger in and lifting it to her lips, emitting a little hiss of pleasure.::
::Taking the scalpel into his hand, Darke fades into the darkness in the background. White she simply lies still, semi-conscious and silent, not even wanting to open her eyes again. Rose whispers to the fading figure.:: "Please let me know how I can repay you..."
::A faint voice calls from the back.:: "Take her with you..."
::Rose nods slowly and rises from her crouch, looking to Nok.:: "Will you help me get her back to the Emporium?" ::her arms full of clothing.::
::His red eyes flash.:: "Sure.....but not fer you. Keep that in mind..." ::He grabs White and fireman carries her to the door. She recoils, barely, at his touch, but is far too weak to even consider protesting.::
::Rose nods politely.:: "Certainly..." ::then, chuckling:: "She's sure to be a few pounds lighter now."
::Vlad turns away from the cold box, and moves slowly about the room. He cackles and moves off toward the darkened corner yet again.:: "Another day, another scream, another night, another dream. A bloodied scene, in memory mine, of the darkest evil, ...of Darke Tyme."
::Nok steps out, muttering, and Rose, just loving that rhyme, shivers with delight as she follows him out the door. Vlad, slipping into the shadows, turns to watch them.::
::The sound of his quill scratching onto his Tome comes as Darke Tyme commits this to the paper.::
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