This side story will be the next few updates till completed, in the mean time I have been working on some artwork for future posts and am awaiting some information before posting information on ZED. So I present to you... Whispers and Nightmares - Part 3 (the next 4 pages).
The next two posts will be in strange lengths the conclusion will be the longest. I hope you all have enjoyed the story so far!
Please keep in mind that each paragraph was made by someone in the group so the writing styles are a bit different. To make it slightly easier to distinguish different writers they have been color coded.
Whispers and Nightmares
Part 3
As Farellynn attacked the... Farellynn clone, the red tube spilled open - a large dark charr, red veins covering him pulsating almost like molten in his body. He looked to Farellynn - the real one "Violence is not needed..."
The norn blinked, about to protest until Fare moved like a bat out of hell. The norn stuffed the flash bangs away, and pulled that amazingly large rifle off her back. The norn aimed for the charr, "Eat sheit an' die, feckin' travesty t' life!" She yelled, pressing the trigger twice. Fuck that noise, the norn had seen enough abominations in one lab.
The holes blew right through the Charr leaving two rather large holes in his chest... Molten lava started to seep out of the holes soon rejuvenating the holes as he looked to San.
The sylvari abomination takes the hits completely. Daggers slitting right through the throat and head as it suffers the kills. It leans forward as if dead and falling but then suddenly bursts into the silver blood compound drenching Farellynn's coat as it begins to heat and sizzle up.
"Farellynn, don't you recognize me?" the charr said, the charr which looked like Iron minus the lack of eyes and strange... molten regeneration...
Farellynn was busy trying to peel off her travesty of a coat. She knew there was a reason she hadn't been wearing any of her nice once. She ran her dagger over the buttons popping them all off and dropped the coat to the ground, fortunately the anti-nakedness sylvari had a shirt on, she whipped around to look at the charr behind her, now they were just trying to fuck with her. She lunged forward again, trying to stab at the Iron look alike. Her movements growing frantic, she worried what would come next.
Sanyja cursed, flinging back the rifle over her shoulder. This time she pulled out three grenades. Chemical grenades, filled with some form of acid. She hurled one, then another, then another at the charr. "Get t' heck back, ye rash leaf!" She growled, pulling out a pistol. A magnum like the ones she handed Fare. Sanyja aimed for the charr's head.
The grenades were enough to off the molten charr look-alike of Iron, his head exploded as his body started to melt into the silver sizzling liquid like the imitation Farellynn, a silver boiling puddle.
The ashen sylvari lept back stomach turning at the thought of what was in the other test tubes. She looked to Sanyja a moment swallowing hard, before staring back at them, how much did these inquest know about the group?
The pink tube busts open and spills as the figure rolls out landing on its feet. This one looked exactly just like Rorshak. The only difference was no eyes and a metal left arm. He was wearing a coat with matching dark pants and boots. He reaches his right hand to the yellow tube as it shatters open "Come! Come to me!"
As the tube broke open there was a figure looking like Aurora. Her lower stomach seeming to be partially missing her hip bone could be seen as metal and her hands covered in metal in turn - as well lacking eyes.
Looks like she was about to throw up. No way this was happening not now, not here. Fare's next movements were almost unbelievably quick as she shadow steps towards the eyeless Rorshak and Aurora, both daggers drawn and the leaf lets forth a pained noise as she attempts to stab the both of them. Her movements frantic and filled with malice, Farelynn could hardly hear anything going on around her tunnel vision setting in. She would be hard pressed to let those Inquest live when she found them.
Rorshak receiving some of the stabs rolls backwards as he seemed to be quite nimble. Several cuts were made from her attacks as he had a mixture of silver and red blood. His hands motion out directly to Farellynn as he casts Life leech attempting to heal himself using Farellynn's own health.
Aurora taking several deep gashes across her chest there was almost a sound of someone crying, a child as she bled but said no words.
Fare's entire body trembled as she pressed forward toward the eyeless Rorshak face not showing anything as she simply let him leech from her. It wouldn't take her long to close the gap again, shadow stepping up to meet him she reached out to grab at the collar of the creature the other hand with dagger trying to punch through his face.
Sanyja aimed the pistol at the Rory-clone's head. She pulled the trigger three times quickly, then refocused upon his chest. Three more bullets flew. The norn tossed the pistol aside, grabbing another one from her handy-dandy gun bag. This time she aimed at Aurora. The same pattern was followed as the Rory-clone. It did not matter if it killed them, for Fare surely would. The norn did not doubt this, and frowned deeply. This mission just became immensely personal for Fare, and Sanyja knew just how much this pained the leaf.
The bullets landing square on along with both the dagger going through his face. The shots to his chest jetting right on through as he also bursts into the substance. This one wasnt as lethal however due to the mix of silver and blood. The orange tube by then bursts open aswell as the figure lands square on the face. It doesn't move at all seeming to be norn. A very large norn.
Fare turns her attention to the clone of Aurora, and she steps back to it Orrian dagger clutched in her gloved hand, her free hand moving to repeat the same actions, grab, however this time it wasn't just a single stab, she stabbed and brought her hand back up and repeated the action several times very quickly if allowed too.
The Aurora clone didn't retaliate she simply spoke "W-what have you done...?" as she was shot and slaughtered - there was cries of a baby as she looked down to her stomach - there obviously nothing as she collapsed into a silver puddle of ooze.
Fare ran her hand through her leafy petals, drawing in ragged breaths as she watches on a moment. The ashen sylvari trembling with a mixture of rage and fear, dagger still clutched desperately in her fingers.
Sanyja's brow rose, tossing aside the other empty pistol. The norn pulled out two more chemical grenades, the last two she had. Her violet eyes narrowed at the norn-like figure. Without words, the grenades were hurled fiercely like stones at the abomination. The norn pulled out another pistol, aiming for the norn's head. She looked to Fare briefly, a sad look in her eyes while frowning. San's facial expression were hid beneath her hooded mask.
The blue tube broke as well; as a lovely human female came out of it, her hair golden and her figure perfect, spare the fact that she was covered in stitches and patches of flesh, her eyes dark sockets and missing.
The norn quickly lifts himself up. Catching only one grenade and hurls it right back at Sanyja. The other lands right on the norn as he stood up baking away at his armor chassis which was eating through to holes. He was rather massive and reaches behind himself pulling out a large hunk of metal almost like a club with both hands. "I am Frostbite! ..And you will feel the wrath for The Rag-tag Wanderers!" He spins in circles hurtling straight towards Sanyja.
Fare snapped her head up to the sound of the blue tube shattering, there were tears on her ashen face as she watched on a moment, taking her second dagger into hand, she had seen just about enough of these sad excuses for life.
The female human clone seemed to amass a great sword out of the oozy silver metal it hissed and burned but didn't seem to burn her, perhaps due to being of the same material. She readied it to fight.
Farellynn gave a dark snicker, as she moved to cross toward the eyeless woman, pace starting slow and even breaking out to nearly a run just a few short steps in, she moves to shadow step behind the woman, and if allowed would attempt to wrap garrotte wire around her neck with a single hand, Orrian dagger still clutched in the other... the second dagger clattering to the ground where she shadow stepped from.
Leyora - the human clone would reach over her shoulder her nails digging into Fare's shoulder as she was garotted as she struggled to get free, her nails melting into the silver burning ooze.
Sanyja ducks, weaving right a bit. The grenade bursts behind her, acidic chemical hissing and snarling against the walls. She shakes her head, unloading all six rounds at the norn's chest. The woman does not even care if they hit, tossing the pistol aside furiously. She yanks back that huge freaking rifle, planning to slam the barrel right up against the norn's head. So Sanyja charged right back at the spinning fool, ducking low with the rifle and then attempted to bash his chin in with the nozzle. If that was a hit, she would pull the trigger all four times.
The leaf did not shy away from the pain only pulling the wire tighter and tighter in order to cut into the woman's neck. Her other hand still clutched the dagger, though she made no move to stab getting some sick sense of satisfaction from choking the woman. She was eventually pulling hard enough that it would start to cut into her leather glove.
Leyora's head would swell and grow larger popping like a balloon spraying Fare in the burning silver goo. The hand over on Fare's shoulder would liquidate down starting to burn through her armor.
All her attacks make contact as glass shatters from the white tube. The norn throws the metal club aside from the hits and as the shots hits through his chin explodes into the silver compound. Sanyja would feel her life start to drain away slowly as an Asura seemingly seem to be doing this. "Best friends always drain one another!" Spoke the Asura as it was the clone of Gaalla.The difference was metal legs and no enhancements to her pads or hands with her grin and no eyes. Some stitching showed on her brow.
The leaf jumped back howling in pain now, she made to cut off what fabric was touched by the silver goop. The leaf clutched at her face as she peeled away the fabric with her free hand. her dagger clattering to the ground beside her as she tried to get all of that nasty burny shit off.
Sanyja groans a bit, spinning away. She quickly throws down her bags, and tosses off her coat. Luckily, seems like the ammo was fine. Her jacket...Pretty much ruined. The whole life-leeching business was not amusing Sanyja. It felt like being burned form the inside out. With immense determination and one hell of an angry look in her eyes, literally charged at the Gaalla-clone. She would attempt to punt the little piece of crap, followed by a jaw shattering punch. The norn did not even see if they hit, left hand dipping behind her back to pull out a throwing knife. Sanyja attempted to drive the blade right into the clone's skull. Right between the eyes.
Once more all the connections made as the kick, punch, and sword make their marks impaling the Gaalla. She doesn't explode however and just leaks out pure blood. Twitching on the blade she speaks "I... I was.. your friend.. though..." Before falling silent and lifeless "Bravo murderers! Bravo! A testimate to kill your own trusted!" Spoke a male as he steps into the room. Asura with red fiery hair and a metal covering over half of his face. His right arm metallic along with his left leg. He had huge ears and bright red eyes giving a bit of a proud smirk. He was rather tall almost four feet but seemed a bit thin "Well played of course."
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