The Hunter's Run ~ RP

[Weerd Thing]

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The shadows crept on the walls, but kept silent and to their place as they watched Trent and Ray converse after the failed attempt to execute the former. The Ray character had put a chink in his plans... but he was a weak soul. No use to him, or to the human herds. This place had been the graveyard of far stronger people than he. Silently, with a ghostly movement of sorts, the shades crept out of the darkness unseen and slithered to the deep abyss of the Run, to rejoin their substance.
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Urich: Please, make yourself comfortable.

The wooden door slammed behind him, and as Theo tried to force it open, he found he could not. He was stuck here, whether he liked it or not.

Urich: Pull up a chair, rest those weary legs and feet...

Without warning, something slammed into Theo from behind, forcing him to sit. A chair had been pushed underneath him, and it rotated on itself so as to face the area where the wooden table was.

Urich: You have seen much during your life, Theodore Woods... I can bet you I have seen more.

Slowly, small wisps of light faded into visibility and illuminated the dark room. The contents of it were now visible, but dim.

Urich: You have also forgotten many things, I see. Care to take a refresher course?

Theo was put off by his seemingly accurate statements. One had to remember that this realm was probably Urich's home...

Urich: Sit back, relax... and enjoy the view.

Without prior warning, the small wisps, whitish in color, turned to a crimson shade, radiating fear and shadow, vibrating as if they were gripped by madness. And as their foul red light illuminated the room, the empty scenery took on new life.
[spoiler]Rusted tools, blades and drills soaked with blood.
Rows of labelled jars containing grotesque collections of organic material, animal and human.
Chains hanging from the ceiling, slaughterhouse hooks attached, with parts of corpses impaled on them like some sick butcher's display.
Sawdust on the floor, soaking up the crimson fluid.
And on the table, a corpse. The body of his wife, opened up, a disgusting parody of a surgeon's operating table.[/spoiler]
It was madness, pure unadulterated madness.

Urich: I assure you, you do not want to know what you did with your son...

Those words stung him like a searing plague.

Urich: That's right... This is YOUR handiwork, Theo! Why did you think they took you away? Why do you think you ended up here? Why did you think your past is lost to you?! THIS. IS. WHY.

Even now, amidst the whole carnage before him, gruesome monsters slinked up from the corners and crawled the floors, seemingly feeding of the pure madness, anger and fear radiating from the place, looking at Theo with bulbous faces, misshaped, salivating mouths and tiny, beady eyes. It was impossible to imagine... yet, as the seconds flew by, it seemed more and more that the words were truth.

[HobomasterXXX]

As Trent and Ray ran along the corridors, the shadow demon formed in front of them and held up its hand. A force like a strong wind stopped them from running. Trent thought this was unusual, normally it would ensnare them or something to that effect.
Shadow: Well look who it isssss.
Something was unusual about the creature. It's voice was less intimidating. The shadows that surrounded it were not as thick
Trent: You don't seem to be yourself today. Are you feeling ill?
Shadow: Sssshut up!!!
It raised it's hand, as if to use its powers to hurt Trent. Nothing happened.
Shadow: What?!
Trent: It seems you've poured a bit too much of yourself into that brutish Mirdoran.
Trent raised his gun and fired it at the shadow. The bolt of light hit the beast in the chest and it collapsed to the ground.
Trent: I'll be seeing you.
Trent and Ray ran off into the enveloping darkness of the vast corridors

[Weerd Thing]

Slowly, the shadow creature was assimilated into the countless other shades that populated the darkness of the Run.

Further along, a foul odor assailed the nostrils of Trent and Ray.

??: Did you think your victory so easily won, humans?

That voice came out of seemingly nowhere. It was much different than the shadow creatures' way of speech. Much darker, much more evil, and much more primeval.

??: Did you think your escape, so easily achieved?

This was something else. It seemed different, yet akin to the shadow demons.

??: The expendable have perished. The shadows no longer have any use. They shall be sustainment for my ends.

Slowly, the forms of countless shadow beasts were revealed, squirming, squealing, like wretched, glistening swarms of rats. They began to wither away, until the darkness seemed not as threatening anymore and was no longer host to any creatures.

??: This game is far from over.

There was a slight rumbling, rhythmical, like some titanic creature was about to burst through the walls at any moment...

[HobomasterXXX]

The bricks on the wall began to shake, dust fell from the roof, and all the rats scattered. Trent readied his gun. Suddenly, bricks went flying from the wall, knocking out Ray and Trent.  As Trent's vision was fading he spied a massive mouth with long, slender, sharp teeth covered in blood.

[Weerd Thing]

Pathetic humans. Merely a blow, and they fall. It saddens me slightly to see the most adaptable of all creatures so... flimsy. It does not matter. The cogs begin to turn. In the end, death will be the only escape.

The metallic footsteps of my wretched servitor, Mirdoran, echoed beside me as it stood at my level, gazing upon the two humans.

Mirdoran: What would you have me do?

He was completely bound to my will. A puppet, too drunk on power to care about anything else. An expendable item, to be discarded when I wished. He probably longed for death.

??: Drag them away. Lock them in the deepest prisons of the Run. Separated. We will have our fun.

The ironclad human lifted its cursed weapon, inspecting its edge.

Mirdoran: The other one was too weak for my tastes. He carried a strange device... and blades for hands. He is gone now, cleaved in two.

So the quirky personage was indeed of no threat. More lambs to the slaughter, like I say often. Urich, on the other hand... duplicitous slave. He shall burn...

At my silent command my servant gathered the humans and made off for the deep abyss. It would not be long. Soon the Hunter's Run would gain new prey to feast upon.

[HobomasterXXX]

Trent awoke in what looked like an old castle dungeon. The place reeked of death and decay. He was locked in a cell alone. He looked around. Herou could see his gun and his sword lying on the ground in a corner of the cell. He picked them up and walked over to the door. It swung open before Trent could open it. As Trent left the cell, he could see a dirty television screen on the wall. It flickered on. The screen was split and each side had feed from a different security camera. One showed a cell with Ray in it, still asleep. The other showed Sigurd in a different cell, sitting on the stained bed attached to the wall.

[Weerd Thing]

??: Are you enjoying the view?

The voice came from everywhere at once.

??: They will be released too, in a few minutes... can you save them both? I don't think so...

There was what sounded like cavernous laughter, before the unseen voice continued.

??: This is not the Hunter's Run for nothing, my friend. I do hope you don't get to witness why I'm saying that, when it happens... unless it happens to you.

??: Prove me wrong, Trent. Let's see if you can entertain us.