|
|
Post by Dr. May on Jun 14, 2008 10:22:40 GMT -5
Beep....Beep....Beep
The doctor at the front desk in the hospital wing lounged lazily in her chair, head draped over the back and feet up on the desk. Night shifts in the hospital wing were the most boring job in the entire building. It was her punishment.... well... her unwritten punishment.
Beep....Beep....Beep
One slight slip up in the operating room, and one was put on the night shift till they'd proven themselves once again...a nearly impossible task though. Nothing ever happened on the night shift. The experiments where all in their room. No one ever came in injured. if they did, it was nothing major enough to get you out of the dog house.
Beep....Beep....Beep
A steady beeping was coming from the computer to her side. It was to call from one of the rooms. She'd been ignoring it for a good twenty minutes now. it was quiet annoying at the beginning, but now it was just part of the back ground. She had contemplated going into the room and asking what the experiment needed just to stop the noise, but she'd been in there at least three times that night. It was a human experiment about her age, one that thought it was better then her and kept complaining about a minor injury. She sighed. the bastard just wanted an increase in morphine, which she had been given a limited supply of, and there was a major burn victim in an other ward who might need the stuff eventually.
Beep....Beep....Beep
She bent her head back further to be able to see the clock on the wall behind her. 4:15. Only three more hours...
|
|
|
|
Post by thunder on Jun 14, 2008 11:08:52 GMT -5
Thunder needed this. Needed the revenge. Her stupid new body, her entrapment on earth, it was all Dr. May's fault! She hadn't chosen to come here, she hadn't chosen to become an electric success. She didn't chose to be re-elected for surgery and end up dying on the table and she certainly didn't agree to being put in his stumpy, short, FAT body of a fucking sixteen year old. And she certainly didn't agree to being brought back to life.
In her wraith form, she glided silently down the hallways, looking, searching. Her eyes glared pink and searched each room carefully. Then, she found the doctor in a room, a beeping emanated through the door, pounding nails into Thunder's head. She phased out completely, turning invisible and passed through the door.
The doctor checked the clock. God, what about the experiment that was paging her? What a neglectful BITCH! Thunder was seething with anger, it poured off her invisible form. There was enough energy charing the room to give humans goosebumps and feel something in the room with them. Angry spirits were the strongest, had the most power, the most ability to harm. But luckily for Thunder, she DID have a physical form to re-materialize into, so it didn't matter, she could harm the doctor anyway she pleased...not to mention her new power... Disease.
If the energy got strong enough, it would lash out and harm Dr. May, so Thunder rematerialized in the back of the room, lurking in the shadows. The only thing that could be seen were her glowing pink eyes.
"Well, hello, Dr. May. It seems we meet again."
Thunder stayed in the shadows, hands clenched into fists, nails biting crescent moons into her palms. She was trying to control her anger. Trying... failing. "You remember me, don't you?" She asked. "Queen of Lightening, twice as fast, twice as loud... More brutal, more deadly than a bolt of lightening from the sky..." She drawled, her voice used to be like honey, smooth, golden, rich...Now it was dark, with a raspy quality, like the knocks on a heavy wooden door.
"You killed me!"
Thunder bolted from the shadows, turning into a wraith and reforming on the Doctor's lap, hands around her throat. "YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU FUCKING KILLED ME!" She shrieked into the Doctor's face, spit flying from her lips in a fine spray as she screamed.
"YOU NUMB FUCK! YOU DUMB BITCH! YOU KILLED ME!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Dr. May on Jul 7, 2008 22:10:54 GMT -5
A chill took the room suddenly, shaking the Doctor and giving her goose bumps. She brought her head up and looked around. No one there. That's odd....She could have sworn she felt...
...Had someone turned the air up?
"Well, Hello, Dr. May." The doctor jumped at the sound of her name being chewed out by an unseen figure, "It seems we meet again."
The doctor followed the voice to a dark corner of the room where only two pink eyes could be seen from its depths. " Excuse me?" The doctor spoke steadily, with an air of importance, " I'm sorry, but who might you be?"
"You remember me, don't you?" That voice... "Queen of Lightening, twice as fast, twice as loud... More brutal, more deadly than a bolt of lightening from the sky..." She'd never heard it before yet...yet it was soo formilliar....
"You killed me!"
The doctor lost her breath. Killed her? Her eyes grew large in fear. Kora Strum.
"YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU FUCKING KILLED ME!"
The demon lept from the shadows and wrapped her strong hands around the doctors neck, landing in her lap and nearly knocking the chair over. The doctor stayed calm, though her breathing began to hasten. She had been trained for situations like this.
She grabbed the girls hands and pulled at the with most of her strength, giving her enough space between her throat and the girls hands to be able to breath, " Kora." She called calmly, " I didn't mean to kill you. It was an accident." gently, slowly, the doctor reached out with her foot towards the desk, towards the silent alarm button under its top. " I didn't mean to harm you Kora," She reached out with her toe, searching for the button, " But you don't seem as dead as you say," Where the hell was it...
Ah! She'd found it. She smiled as she kicked the button gently. Help was coming, she just had to hold on, " Things don't seem that Bad Kora...Now....Please get off of me, and we can have a conversation about all of this."
|
|
|
|
Post by thunder on Sept 11, 2008 12:54:55 GMT -5
Thunder slowly loosened her hands, then backed off completely, phasing out into a phantom. "Accident?" She asked darkly. "Is there such a thing?" She growled. Pink eyes narrowed on the doctor, thinking, brain whirling. "Things are bad enough. Look at this body!"
Thunder phased in, pulling at her stomach fat, pulling it away from her form. She indicated a line of scars down both arms and the suicide attempt scars over the wrists. "You think this is alright?" She asked. "I'm hideous! Disgusting!" Thunder sighed and frowned deeply. "You think it's okay? You think you can kill experiments without consequence?" Thunder ranted at the doctor. "Why haven't you been fired?!?"
(Finish Later.)
|
|
