Thread: The Evil behind the Mirror ( Shadowrun/Horror, Pazzo x DarkAngel76)

Marcus just hid in the shadows an waited... He heard the door open, he heard the girl whimper as she was shoved inside. He took a deep breath. He heard Leo stumble in, and mumble something about hearing the girl scream... That was an added benefit of Shady's motel. There were screams through the walls all of the time and no one cared. It was almost to easy... The accountant mentally triggered his infrared overlay, bathing the darkness before him into a sea of rainbow colors... The messy hellish apartment suddenly took on the appearance of a hippie poster from the 1970s... Tara's outline was white hot. She was paralyzed with fear, slumped up against the floor and hugging her shapely legs to her chest tightly, whimpering, her tears leaving cool blue traces down her cheeks... Leo's outline on the other hand was a dull impotent red. He was completely relaxed, hungry, and ready to take what he wanted, no matter who he hurt... The inky blackness would conceal him. Leo was completely distracted, reaching down to grab a handful of Tara's long blonde hair. With his free hand Leo began to fumble with his zipper... Marcus had seen enough. Time to act. Wasting no time, he emerged from the darkness of the bathroom like a specter, leveling the crossbow at the clumsy lowlife would be rapist. The compressed nitrogen powered device puffed out two shots in quick succession, both of them hitting Leo Square in the chest. Within the space of two milliseconds they both injected their subtle liquid payload. He cried out and swore. What the fuck?!?!?! and swatted at the darts lodged in his chest, stumbling back and tripping around the pants at his ankles... His body tightened, and then went limp, his mouth hissing as his abruptly relaxed diaphragm let out his breath. Tara gasped and quickly spun around in the darkness, unable to see anything. The crossbow silently puffed out two more shots. One of them hit her in left side of her neck, with another just above her left collarbone... The compound they injected was expensive, but he could always make more... He had originally planned to use the weapon on Marachi Lin, a high level official in his company, a rather disgusting man with a penchant for dissecting old ladies... His company wanted him to Disappear... The liquid itself worked quickly, neutralizing the nervous system of the target and paralyzing them, but while leaving them fully aware and alert... They could see and hear everything... Marcus worked quickly. He retrieved his darts from the floor and from Tara's neck. He then holstered his weapon inside of his jacket, folding it up and tucking it away in his lapel. He crept to the window and gently pulled back the yellowed mini blinds from the grimy window, peeking outside. He shifted his eyes back to visible light. The coast was clear... The accountant quickly opened the door of the hotel room, and looked both ways. No one was coming. He quickly investigated the back doors of Leos van. They were dented, and the latch was halfway broken off. The doors however were unlocked. Inside of the van there were many boxes and crates, all piled up on a grimy mattress. There were numerous tangled cables and worse tossed haphazardly everywhere... Marcus paid it no mind, and shoved some of the cargo aside to make room for two people... The powerful hydraulic servo motors in his arms made carrying the two from the hotel room to the back of the van effortless. Leo he just tossed unceremoniously on top of an older simsense unit his arms and legs splayed out at an uncomfortable angle, his pants still down around his ankles... Marcus quickly fished around in Leo's pockets for keys. With Tara he was very gentle, lying her gently in a hollow of tangled old wires. He then slammed the back doors of the van shut. As he walked to the front of the van, Marcus re opened the video feed network of cameras and drones. It would be difficult, but he could manage to avoid most of them. He also hacked the Lonestar tracking system, and numerous orange bleeps appeared overlaid on the holographic map of his heads up display, each one being a patrol car. There was one coming up the back street, likely the one he had just seen earlier. He quickly opened up the drivers side door and entered the vehicle, watching his overlay intently. The orange blips moved slowly, and the car came into his view. He closed the door to the fan slowly, freezing in place, his chromed eyes silently watching the patrol car from behind his mirrored shades. It rounded the block, and then disappeared down rain slicked street. Call it one minute fifteen seconds to acquire the targets... Your'e getting slow old man... he murmured to himself. He remotely triggered the auto drive function of His BMW, and commanded it to drive itself to his Westside warehouse. About half an hour later, Marcus pulled into a very large warehouse just off of the outskirts of Seattle. It was rusted and old but served as an effective hideout. He pulled into the alleyway and then drove into the building, the garage door closing behind him. His BMW was parked just in front of him. He monitored local police and civilian chatter for any disturbances. There was a few reports of gang activity in the Redmond barrens, but nothing related to his actions as of late. Just two people that no one would miss... If only Leo had not spilled his fucking coffee... Marcus immediately went to work, sliding rough black neoprene sacks over their heads, and carried them into a large high ceilinged all concrete room with a floor drain in the center. It was lined stainless metal chairs, and medical counters with various pieces of state of the art medical equipment. Numerous trays of immaculately organized surgical tools lie on them, saws, scalpels, pliers, you name it. There were also two stainless metal table sinks, similar to what one would see in an undertakers office. There was a stale chill in this room, as if the walls could tell stories of uncountable horrid happenings upon those tables... He affectionately called this The Interrogation room... Marcus began by placing Leo onto one table, and then Tara to the other. He affixed the stainless metal cuffs to their necks, wrists, ankles, upper arms, and upper thighs. They were now effectively immobilized... He leaned the tables upward so that Tara and Leo were standing up, facing one another. He quickly removed the sacks covering their heads... They were still paralyzed and glassy eyed, but fully aware of what was happening to them. Marcus could see their heart rates quickening, and could smell the pheromones given off when a person is utterly terrified. Marcus casually took off his Leather trench coat, followed by his mirrored shades... The eyes behind them were mechanical and silvered. Where white sclera should be there was only black, with his camera shutter like iris glowing a faint blue. Welcome to my home... He said to them both, low and deep. He did not wait for them to reply. Usually, the first thing people would do when so panicked would be to lose bladder and bowel control. Thankfully the toxin paralyzed all of their muscles. The effects would wear off soon. Marcus reached for the surgical scissors, and began stripping the clothes off of Tara first. He was very gentle, and very careful not to nick her skin in any way, his hydraulic arms deft and fluid. He grit his teeth once he noticed the many bruises covering her body... He just shook his head. Once she was completely naked, he tossed the shredded clothing into a large gray plastic trashcan. He disappeared from her view only to return with what looked like a white plastic tube hooked to an old style canister type vacuumed cleaner. Where she could watch him, Marcus applied lubricant to both the thin clear tubes and the thicker white tubes. Grasping the smaller clear tube, Marcus turned to her, a purely apologetic look on his face. Don't worry... he whispered ... Its for the best. Marcus reached between Tara's legs, and gently spread apart her labia and lifted her clitoral hood. Very slowly and very carefully he slid the catheter into her urethra, using generous amounts of personal lubricant. Tara could feel it slide into place within her, its business end expanding gently inside of her bladder to lock it in place... He then reached between her legs again with a gloved finger, and gently rubbed lubricant against her anus, and with slight pressure slid a finger inside of her, gently applying lubricant to her rectum. He worked very slowly, caressing her flesh with great care. He then very carefully slid the larger of the two tubes inside of her anus. Tara likewise felt the device enter her, and lock into place. Tara, if she wasn't so terrified at the prospect of what he had planned, would have noticed that her inserts did not hurt nor were they terribly uncomfortable, she could just feel them there. He began to strip Leo and he was not gentle in any sense of the word. Leo's body had quite a few nicks and cuts after his clothing was removed. Marcus allowed the blood to flow freely. We will cauterize these later.. He grumbled angrily... Marcus carefully measured a small amount of two chemicals, and using a wooden stick, mixed them thoroughly. A few moments later he loaded what appeared to be a marinade injector with the mixture. Being not to gentle, Marcus thrust the cold metal end of the device into the urethra of Leo's penis, and pushed the plunger downward slowly. He then yanked it out, a thin tendril of blood in the syrupy liquid following. This is epoxy... Marcus said angrily, he then thrust the injector up Leo's anus very roughly, twisting it this way and that, filling his rectum with the last mixture. He then forcefully ripped it out, the device covered in prodigious amounts of dark, coagulated blood. Leo could feel everything, and screamed silently behind his paralyzed face... From a rectangular can labeled Paint thinner Marcus then poured out a clear liquid into a large paper cup, and left the marinade injector submerged in it to soak. He then carefully slid a ball type gag around Tara's head, adjusting it slowly, checking all of the clearances, gently cradling her head in his powerful hydraulic limbs. With Leo, he strapped the ball gag on so tightly that his eyes seemed to bulge from his head. The central air system kicked on, and from a vent in the wall cold air washed over Tara's bare and bruised yet still gorgeous body... Using his borged eyes, he analyzed her carefully. Her neural pathways were degrading heavily from repeated use of BTLs. Her chipjack was old and obsolete, likely installed haphazardly by some cheap street doc at a discount rate. Anything to keep her on a leash and make her dependent on him... The flesh around it was slightly infected and inflamed, a slight trail of pus oozing from it. She would need a lot of work... He had time... Marcus then turned to Leo, who stared blankly back at him with paralyzed eyes... Take a good look at him Tara.. Marcus murmured ominously... The accountant looked back at Leo, His handsome face expressionless. His bionic eyes whirring slightly as the lenses focused and scanned him. He was mostly healthy, though his tissues showed signs of damage from PCP use. He could still be useful... The effects of the toxin will wear off soon... He murmured I suggest you give special consideration to your current predicament... Marcus then left the room, and turned off the lights, plunging the room into a bleak darkness, the sound of the metal door latching behind him... The various dim lights of the medical equipment flashed in the darkness, and their cooling fans whirred softly...