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

Isac's eyelids flung open, a painful light instantly burning his dark pupils upon doing so, a bright light situated directly above him, causing him to shut his lids again and a pained groan to escape his lips at the surprisingly rude awakening. He rolled himself over in an attempt to escape the brightness and found himself rolling off whatever surface he'd woken up on. Slamming stiffly onto the ground, Isac voiced another groan this time more angry and pained then the last one. For fuck's sake he moaned in irritation as he helped himself up onto his feet, squinting his eyes in an attempt to limit the brightness. Raising a hand between the light and his eyes he could look around a bit while his eyes adjusted. It appeared that he was standing in a surgical room, equipment for the cause strewn about the room, all from trays of apparent surgical equipment to focused lights and the surgical table he had woken up on and subsequently fallen off of. The walls, floor and ceiling were all a dull sterile white. It looked like the room had fallen into disuse over time, layers of dust covered every surface and the paint was flaking off of the walls. Isac was confused, this was not where he'd spent the night, for he remembered shacking up in a barred off old apartment building in a slum. He looked himself over, nothing missing on his person, still thoroughly clad in bandages and dressed in his blood red jeans and brown hoodie. He couldn't find the knife he usually had close by. He felt naked without it, so he decided to pace the room and look for it or a suitable replacement. He found some bandages which he stuffed into his pockets, and a scalpel which he decided would be useful, but not his knife. Isac was starting to grow bored of this room already. There was a door at the far side so he decided that he'd get out of there and take a look at the rest of the hospital he was in. Behind the door was not quite what he expected for he found himself in an indoor closed ecosystem hydroponics growing facility. Standing frozen in the doorway, he blinked a few times at the sight, proceeded to look behind him at the surgical room and then back to the hydroponics facility. What the actual shit. Isac blatantly said out loud as he took a step into the new room. The air in the room was damp and fresh, refreshing compared to the stale and dry variety of the last room. The room was in the processes of becoming overgrown, looked to have fallen into disuse much like the last room. A few of the lights in the ceiling no longer working, a few blinking in a random pattern. Isac took a quick gander at the room before impatiently deciding to leave this place as fast as he could. When he exited through the other door, to his dismay, he entered another random room. This time a solid stone walled room with a single, massive looking stone table smack in the middle of the room and an empty fireplace in the center of the wall opposite to the door he entered through. The room was clad in a thick layer of dust that whirled up and about as Isac had opened the door in a hurry. Isac was hit with the heavy scent of dry air and dust and had a small coughing fit, quickly covering his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his hoodie to filter out the dust. He quickly noted that there was two doors in this room, one on the right hand wall and one on the left hand wall. A fear began spreading through him at this point. Where the fuck am I? he basically asked himself or whomever might be listening as he glanced the room over before dancing his gaze at the two doors trying to decide which one to take. The right one. Swiftly moving through the room he opened the door and yet another random room was presented to him. Isac kept this up for a while, his fear growing with each nonsensical room he encountered, each one a different atmosphere, shape and size. Stalking through the seemingly endless spaces he eventually landed himself in a dusty, damp shed with a packed dirt floor and farming tools hanging across the walls and a couple of small shelves in the middle of the room, littered with dusty cans. He hadn't eaten anything in hours and had become hungry. Walking over to the shelf Isac took one of the cans in his right hand, blew on it and dusted it off with his left arm. The label read 'Pickled Cucumbers'. I fucking hate cucumbers. he said and threw the can behind him with a few dull metallic thuds. He tried another can. And another. And another. They were all pickled cucumbers. Isac grew more angry with each can of pickled cucumbers he discovered, eventually he boiled over and snapped, kicking the shelves to the ground while screaming Fucking die! Die! Die! Die! Die! as he stomped and kicked on the cans, breaking the individual shelves and scattering the remains across the floor. Isac was grinding his teeth together, his hands clenched shut tightly and his breath panting and ragged, slightly growls escaping the minuscule spaces between his teeth. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled hungrily. Isac's tantrum was quickly dispelled, his facial expression quickly turned empty, his eyes filled with resignation when he realized his fate was either to consume such a vile thing or succumb to hunger. I fucking hate cucumbers. he repeated to himself as he sighed heavily, picked up one of the cans that wasn't already busted open and turned himself around to leave this wretched place behind once and for all through the remaining door. Halfway through the room he suddenly spotted something in his peripheral vision. He stopped, turned his head snappily and fixed his gaze on one of the tools hanging on the wall. An old scythe. Well now. That's more like it. he told himself out loud, a hint of appreciation in the way he said it. He'd always wanted a scythe. There was something about them that intrigued him, the elegant brutality of them. He moved to grab it and took it off the wall, felt it's surprisingly heavy weight and took a few practice swings with a single hand. Strangely enough, it didn't look that old when compared to the other tools in the shed. It even had a different design then a common wheat scythe, clad full in metal with a larger more prominent blade. Isac took an instant liking to it, it suited him. It suited him for what he always envisioned he'd do with a scythe. Returning his attention to the can in his hand, he shuddered and re-resigned himself to his fate as he turned and went for the door. The next room had wooden walls and floor, a white painted ceiling and was littered with furniture and useless items he cared little for strewn about. A couple of lights were even placed along the walls in containers that looked like old oil lamps. There was a few other heavy looking wooden doors in this room, and most prominently a cushiony looking chair off to one side of the room, facing one of the walls. Isac made his way to the chair, sat down in it and put his new toy on the floor. He retrieved the scalpel he'd found in the room he'd woken up in and jammed it in the top of the can and used it like a can opener. After a little bit of effort the can was successfully opened and Isac reluctantly took one of the fat, disgusting pickled cucumbers out and took a long, disgusted look at it before closing his eyes and chomping it down, bit by bit, with as little chewing as possible. Eventually he'd made his way through the entire can and was quite disgusted with himself, but no longer hungry. He placed the can on a nearby table within reach of the chair and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes and simply resting for a bit. A couple of long moments later and Isac had fallen asleep. However he'd only fallen lightly asleep for when the sudden echo of a single, but prominent, 'Hello?' resounded in the room, Isac's eyes darted open in surprise, his pulse shot high and he was filled with adrenaline. He didn't expect to have found someone to play with his new toy so soon, let alone anyone at all. Oh how excited he was! He tried to be silent but moved to quickly in his recently awakened state to grab his scythe off the floor and accidentally bumped it into the table, sending the empty can he placed there earlier shambling onto the floor. The person, the woman, in the room had obviously noticed his fuck up and he took a few moments to decide how to go about using his new toy. Isac settled on a little game. A little hunt. That it would be fun to play with this person a bit before he'd actually 'play' with her. I'd be really sad if this was just a prank. he said out loud, calmly, containing his bold excitement. Isac stood himself up and moved around the chair so that he could see the origin of the voice, and she could in turn see him and his scythe. A woman. A defenseless woman by the looks of it. Perfect! He placed his scythe on the wooden floor with a heavy thud, displaying his scythe as it towered slightly above him, the blade cleanly crossing from one end of him to the other. He displayed himself for a short while, sporting a blank face and staring steadily at the woman, meeting her gaze when she looked in his eyes. After the moment had passed, Isac repositioned his scythe and let the top fall with a heavy thunk on the floor, blade pointing backwards so that he could drag it behind him and make great noises for exciting his prey into deeper fear. Unless you want to feel what it's like being strangled by your own intestines, I suggest you start running, because I'm here to kill you. he told her rather bluntly. He wasn't aiming to instill any creeping fear. He wanted the full blown panic shit storm instant terror fear that would keep this game oh so exciting for him and really get him going. He began moving towards the woman, his eyes still fixed on her but now a grin spread across his lips instead. This had the potential to be a very fun day!