Serial Killer Round 48: It's finished.
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@Schizzy: I suppose not. But who will take care of the dead if not I?
Speaking of which...
*noms Schizzy's brain*
Speaking of which...
*noms Schizzy's brain*
@Schizzy: Oh, so that's what that crunchy bit was...I had assumed it was a tumor. And that's a harsh thing to wish on the man who's taking care of your remains.
Firing Range. 0045, be there.
The letter seemed innocent enough to Nouw, even in a time of lynching and murder. He was viable for the CURE goddamn it, he figured that gave him some kind of immunity against stray knives and angry mobs which admittedly he was a part of. But who could blame poor Nouw? He didn't want any fingers being pointed at him so he partook in the man's gruesome death. Anyone would have done the same. At least, that's what he told himself every night afterwards. A soft buzzing of an alarm reminded Nouw he was here for a reason which didn't start with self and end with p-i-t-y-i-n-g. For someone who seemed pretty insistent on meeting Nouw they weren't too sharp with the time.
"Unprofessional!" Nouw remarked aloud, loud enough for the insomniacs -which really was half of the subjects- to hear. He was hoping whoever had arranged this late-night meeting would hear his remark as well but alas no such luck befell Nouw. He sighed, emptying his pockets of his clammy hands and began to walk off.
"I think I'll have a drin-."
...
......
Where the fuck am I?
Nouw didn't dare to say it aloud. That, and the duct-tape made any movement of the mouth impossible; even swallowing his own saliva was a gross challenge. After what felt like an appropriate amount of time, Nouw opened his eyes. What greeted him was darkness which made him jump or rather, try to jump. He stared hard into the frightening black, trying to make out any details he could. A lamp, there had to be a lamp; every hostage had to have obnoxious and copious amounts of light attacking their retinas. It felt wrong to see nothing, to not have someone yell bloody murder and splash cold-water on his fa-.
He thought too soon.
"I see you have woken up my fellow subject, my fellow brother in Black Mountain. You may be wondering why you haven't been subjected to a bright lamp-light to which I reply, I'm not some telly-vision terrorist or a paper-pushing secret agent," he cleared his throat, "you will be pleased to hear however, I did find a bucket and some ice, swiped from your rather luxurious living quarters. I took the champagne too don't worry, and maybe a few more documents but that's, as they say, hush-hush subject C-03341."
"Mmmmph!" What Nouw really meant to say was, "that was a gift, you bastard."
"I suppose you'd like to know where you are, or rather, why you are here. Well, the show must go on and a killer has to kill! Rest assured I have no grand evil-plan. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you my plans regardless of your vulnerable position. I'm not a comic-book villain. So call me sadist and everything is gonna be Jake."
"Mmmtmmmgghhpggfff!" Even I'm not sure what he meant by that.
"Didn't sound like sadist to me!" The killer prodded Nouw with a needle. Nouw was motionless until he began to push it in. Then, the screaming started.
"Not fond of the needle I see. You wouldn't be afraid of cardiac arrests too would you by any chance?" The killer said ignoring the muted agony. He began to push the liquid contents inside Nouw. Eventually, he stopped squirming. He hadn't passed out yet, he had just given up. Pleased by this, the killer tore off the duct-tape.
"One thing I gotta know...how did you find the CURE?" He asked, rasping.
"I didn't." The killer replied, re-sealing Nouw's mouth and completely emptying the content of the syringe.
The letter seemed innocent enough to Nouw, even in a time of lynching and murder. He was viable for the CURE goddamn it, he figured that gave him some kind of immunity against stray knives and angry mobs which admittedly he was a part of. But who could blame poor Nouw? He didn't want any fingers being pointed at him so he partook in the man's gruesome death. Anyone would have done the same. At least, that's what he told himself every night afterwards. A soft buzzing of an alarm reminded Nouw he was here for a reason which didn't start with self and end with p-i-t-y-i-n-g. For someone who seemed pretty insistent on meeting Nouw they weren't too sharp with the time.
"Unprofessional!" Nouw remarked aloud, loud enough for the insomniacs -which really was half of the subjects- to hear. He was hoping whoever had arranged this late-night meeting would hear his remark as well but alas no such luck befell Nouw. He sighed, emptying his pockets of his clammy hands and began to walk off.
"I think I'll have a drin-."
...
......
Where the fuck am I?
Nouw didn't dare to say it aloud. That, and the duct-tape made any movement of the mouth impossible; even swallowing his own saliva was a gross challenge. After what felt like an appropriate amount of time, Nouw opened his eyes. What greeted him was darkness which made him jump or rather, try to jump. He stared hard into the frightening black, trying to make out any details he could. A lamp, there had to be a lamp; every hostage had to have obnoxious and copious amounts of light attacking their retinas. It felt wrong to see nothing, to not have someone yell bloody murder and splash cold-water on his fa-.
He thought too soon.
"I see you have woken up my fellow subject, my fellow brother in Black Mountain. You may be wondering why you haven't been subjected to a bright lamp-light to which I reply, I'm not some telly-vision terrorist or a paper-pushing secret agent," he cleared his throat, "you will be pleased to hear however, I did find a bucket and some ice, swiped from your rather luxurious living quarters. I took the champagne too don't worry, and maybe a few more documents but that's, as they say, hush-hush subject C-03341."
"Mmmmph!" What Nouw really meant to say was, "that was a gift, you bastard."
"I suppose you'd like to know where you are, or rather, why you are here. Well, the show must go on and a killer has to kill! Rest assured I have no grand evil-plan. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you my plans regardless of your vulnerable position. I'm not a comic-book villain. So call me sadist and everything is gonna be Jake."
"Mmmtmmmgghhpggfff!" Even I'm not sure what he meant by that.
"Didn't sound like sadist to me!" The killer prodded Nouw with a needle. Nouw was motionless until he began to push it in. Then, the screaming started.
"Not fond of the needle I see. You wouldn't be afraid of cardiac arrests too would you by any chance?" The killer said ignoring the muted agony. He began to push the liquid contents inside Nouw. Eventually, he stopped squirming. He hadn't passed out yet, he had just given up. Pleased by this, the killer tore off the duct-tape.
"One thing I gotta know...how did you find the CURE?" He asked, rasping.
"I didn't." The killer replied, re-sealing Nouw's mouth and completely emptying the content of the syringe.
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Gender: Male
Type: [redacted]
H/W: [redacted]
Following experiments conducted with control samples of Subject ????'s blood. Results are promising:
Dengue: Unaffected.
Ebola: Resistant; ongoing infection following 30 day period.
Hantavirus: Resistant; neutralized. 47 hours.
Hepatitis B: Resistant; inconclusive following 30 day period.
Hepatitis C: Resistant; neutralized. 17 hours.
HIV: Resistant; nearly eradicated following 30 day period.
Influenza: Unaffected.
Measles: Unaffected.
Rabies: Non-respondent.
Rotavirus: Non-respondent.
Yellow fever: Resistant; quickly neutralized. 31 minutes.
03341-C resilient in several scenarios; however, recent venipuncture procedures have induced cardiac arrest in 03341. Following transfusion and CPR, ????'s pulse is rising toward near-normal levels. Subject now monitored under close scrutiny. Recommend ???? place CURE on hold until less harmful means of transfusion possible.