Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

At this point Isac was literally jolted in and out of consciousness with every shock, like every pause in the pain was a god sent gift to recover and endure the next onslaught. It's quite fortunate that Rachel asked for his scythe the timing that she did or he'd likely still be holding onto it. Tiny streams of vapor rose from Isac's body where his sweat had reacted with the intense electric surges and evaporated. As a result of this the room had slowly begun filling with the scent of cooked flesh. Thankfully for Isac, the marks that this treatment would leave on his skin wouldn't be noticed much since such a large portion of him already had extensive burn scars. When the electrical surges waned off in power, Isac almost shed tears that he didn't have to endure the torture and death anymore, except they pretty much evaporated instantaneously from the shocking currents still going on. When the electricity finally died off, he slumped down in the chair, his chin leaning down on his chest so that his face could not be seen. She called out for him, but it was too soon to speak, he needed to check whether he was still alive or not. It was pretty clear that he was still alive when such a fierce combination of anger and defensive guilt flared up inside of him when he heard the voice of that vile woman Cathy again. He only spoke once the woman stopped her tirade of bile. ... Ow ... Isac painfully crowed out in a low and raspy voice ... Took you long enough ... Little Rabbit ... he continued after a short existential pause The steel clasps had already opened with four consecutive snaps as the woman had spoken, but Isac hadn't been ready to move at that point. But now he was. Slowly bringing his muscles under his control, he raised his head back against the chair's backbone, a chapped, sour scowl on his face as he attempted to get up, very slowly. His clothing and skin crackled, where thread fibers had burnt, sweat had caked salt and his skin had burnt and cracked with remnants of flaky and black shells that witted away as he moved. It took a tremendous amount of effort to regain control of his muscles as the lingering effects subsided, and once he was up and standing, his knees suddenly gave out to another electrical spasm and he used Rachel as a support beam. Both his arms wrapped around her neck, his face pressed in her shoulder as he groaned. He stayed like that for a while, quiet and just resting. He didn't know when the last time was that he hadn't been immediately repulsed by someone's close proximity, or even touch, when he showed signs of weakness. But this time it wasn't so bad. Eventually Isac ruled it out as some sort of mental shock and once more stood himself up, pain vibrating fully through his body at every slight movement, albeit it was more then manageable, especially when compared to before. Guess we have some more fun waiting for us... I almost can't wait until we get to the real fun Isac first had a determined stoic expression that eventually became overtook by a wide manic grin, his eyes excited and lively again, with a conscious effort straining his neck and looking up at the monitor as he imagined himself gutting Cathy alive He gritted his teeth for a little while, just staring at the monitor until he took a deep breath and finally looked down again, his smile having faded to a determined smiling one. He slowly moved, and crouched, to pick up his scythe where Rachel had left it on the floor. It was still warm to the touch but one could hold onto it now without fear. With shaky steps, using his scythe as a temporary but dangerous crutch, he moved towards the now opened door to the next room. They arrive in a square shaped pristinely white room if not for the white squares squares with black edges outlining most of the floor in a grid like pattern and the walls are covered with black circles evenly spread out . The only spaces not covered with anything is a couple of feet of floor at the entrance, and at the end where there's a door situated at the opposite corner of where they're standing. There's cameras in each top corner of the room and a large screen on the other wall. The monitor crackles with life as the door suddenly slams shut and locks behind them. Took you long enough. You're not looking too good there Zack, why don't you step on the square to your right? she couldn't help herself from deliberately showing a grim anticipation into the camera for them to see Get to the point, hag Isac crowed at the monitor Suit yourself she spun, her voice tingling with excitement and glee, not a good sign for the two of them So, I wonder what this room might hold. Do you think you can figure it out for me? Just don't be too careless will you, I don't want to see you go so soon, we still have more fun ahead of us. Good luck! Cathy chimed joyfully, in the end a sick laughter cut short as the monitor died down again ... Fucking bitch ... Isac voiced angrily, grinding his teeth as he frantically looked at the floor for he was getting ahead of himself and being super eager to get to Cathy They're all the same! Fucking shit! he growled in anger In anger, Isac slammed his foot down on one of the plates towards the exit and it sunk down neatly with the weight of his body and a click could be heard from the hole closest to Isac's leg on the plate where a soft pop followed and a very small green syringe stuck out of his leg as if it had always been there. Isac mumbled with irritation and reached down to grab the syringe and pull it out but it suddenly changed color to red and he stopped. The monitor flashed on again and Cathy's grinning face once more portrayed itself to them. Do you want me to tell you what's happening? Do you? ... Oh I can't hold it in, I simply must tell you! Cathy yelled out in glee and jumped up and down You see, the syringes are of my own design. I made them so that once they've penetrated skin they'll slowly release a tranquilizer over a few minutes. If you decide to try to take them out, they'll instead discharge their content into you all at once, and you sure don't want that! Because if you get enough tranquilizers in your body, you'll eventually fall and get hit by even more and then your heart will stop and you'll die! Now now, don't despair too much. Not all the plates are booby trapped, but you need to press down all the non-booby trapped ones to open the door. I wonder if you can figure it out before your hearts' stop Cathy was gasping from her own excitement over this trap setup, fanning herself to cool down while sporting a large grin before the monitor shut off once more During the speech, Isac had withdrawn his leg but not without feeling a slight numbness where the syringe sat silently, poisoning him slowly but surely. The pressure plate had gone back up when Isac's weight was removed. Isac sat himself down with a sigh, leaning back against the wall and looking out over the sea of pressure plates. You do it. You solved the last one, you can solve this one too he sighed out his words, almost impatiently as he poked the pressure plates with his scythe. Whether she believed so herself or not, Isac had high faith in Rachel. After all, she'd agreed that she'd get him out of here for the price of her death. As Isac poked away at the pressure plates, if one was perceptible enough they'd be able to notice that some plates were slightly easier to budge then others .