12-12-2017, 05:41 PM
The crow and Alex peered at one another, then at the monstrosity both familiar and foreign to them. They both knew well the signs of sickness; infections and cancers and rot and decay - these were all concepts that had become almost a kinship with their united existence in the physical world.
The carrion bird squawked. It was allowed no words, not in this dreamscape where it had no power. Alex, on the other hand, could speak with ease. "You don't belong here..." It was abundantly apparent that this mind was the driving force behind this world. The true mind of Alex Mercer, Patient Zero and progenitor of the Blackwatch Virus. The bird cawed again. It attempted to spread its wings, but in the moment of its attempts, feathers fall. Its wings were clipped and it did naught but flutter to the ground. Alex Mercer gave the beast a look of both disgust and malice.
It was easy to see how this dream had skewed. Okor could hear the whispers and cries of so many minds, decayed but still very much alive. This was not the dream of one man, but the dreams of many. Though he took the apparition's bodies, Alex merely waved his hand to manifest many more at his side. "You were in search of questions, and here I am ready to offer answers. Are you sure you want me to leave?"
The crow cawed, but Mercer stood his ground. His expression was unyielding. "Where are we? What happened to Manhattan?" Even in a dream, his words were like daggers. Okor could feel the forces of Alex's mind pull at the grand corpse form he had created for himself.
"This is the Omniverse, my cancerous friend... Manhattan is a figment of your past now." The words were as sickly as the decayed tongue that formed them. "You've been chosen... I'm sure you met the faceless man?" For a moment, Alex turned his attention elsewhere. The memory streamed by like a roll of film. The plague monger's decrepid lips pulled into a smile. "Yes, that one. Omni..."
"Why?"
"For his entertainment, of course." He did not hesitate, nor did he sugarcoat it.
Alex grimaced. The idea of being a pupped yet again did not bode well with him. The crow squawked. As bothersome as it was, the dominant mind released his hold on the virus. It became as if the crow never existed. Instead, the Prototype stood there. It was not a carbon copy of Mercer, as his body was to the outside world. The Blackwatch virus' body was a wriggling mass of cancer and tendrils, shifting biomass that squirmed trying to find a stable form. It could find none. Words spilled from the creature, the sound disembodied with no mouth to call an origin. "What happened to me... Why am I so..."
"Weak?" The Paleblood finished the question for the creature. The hulking behemoth of corpses laughed, a horrid sound that had Alex's imagined stomach turn.
The host of the Blackwatch Virus shook his head at the two monstrosities conversing. "Disgusting..."
The carrion bird squawked. It was allowed no words, not in this dreamscape where it had no power. Alex, on the other hand, could speak with ease. "You don't belong here..." It was abundantly apparent that this mind was the driving force behind this world. The true mind of Alex Mercer, Patient Zero and progenitor of the Blackwatch Virus. The bird cawed again. It attempted to spread its wings, but in the moment of its attempts, feathers fall. Its wings were clipped and it did naught but flutter to the ground. Alex Mercer gave the beast a look of both disgust and malice.
It was easy to see how this dream had skewed. Okor could hear the whispers and cries of so many minds, decayed but still very much alive. This was not the dream of one man, but the dreams of many. Though he took the apparition's bodies, Alex merely waved his hand to manifest many more at his side. "You were in search of questions, and here I am ready to offer answers. Are you sure you want me to leave?"
The crow cawed, but Mercer stood his ground. His expression was unyielding. "Where are we? What happened to Manhattan?" Even in a dream, his words were like daggers. Okor could feel the forces of Alex's mind pull at the grand corpse form he had created for himself.
"This is the Omniverse, my cancerous friend... Manhattan is a figment of your past now." The words were as sickly as the decayed tongue that formed them. "You've been chosen... I'm sure you met the faceless man?" For a moment, Alex turned his attention elsewhere. The memory streamed by like a roll of film. The plague monger's decrepid lips pulled into a smile. "Yes, that one. Omni..."
"Why?"
"For his entertainment, of course." He did not hesitate, nor did he sugarcoat it.
Alex grimaced. The idea of being a pupped yet again did not bode well with him. The crow squawked. As bothersome as it was, the dominant mind released his hold on the virus. It became as if the crow never existed. Instead, the Prototype stood there. It was not a carbon copy of Mercer, as his body was to the outside world. The Blackwatch virus' body was a wriggling mass of cancer and tendrils, shifting biomass that squirmed trying to find a stable form. It could find none. Words spilled from the creature, the sound disembodied with no mouth to call an origin. "What happened to me... Why am I so..."
"Weak?" The Paleblood finished the question for the creature. The hulking behemoth of corpses laughed, a horrid sound that had Alex's imagined stomach turn.
The host of the Blackwatch Virus shook his head at the two monstrosities conversing. "Disgusting..."
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