Post by L on Apr 7, 2020 20:41:07 GMT -5
"Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat." -Ralph Ellison
Over twenty years ago the Hive was active and a place that birthed bioweapons for the infamous corporation, Umbrella. Specifically White Umbrella operated the Hive in Raccoon city but it was only one of many across the world. To date only half of them have been discovered and only one percent of them have successfully been cracked open and shut down. It is thought that the Hive's still operate to this day and because of that TYRANT had a goal to hunt down the source.
L had been incognito for a week now playing the quiet game after ripping his way through the city and making a name for himself. The police seemed to fear him as some sort of boogeyman but what helped get the heat off his shoulders was the RPD raid a number of days after he escaped. There were no reported casualties on his end, that wasn't the case with the raid however. There was something unsettling about the catacombs near the Spencer mansion, now that it was operated by Helsing it made things a little more tricky but he wasn't worried about their interference he would find his own back door into the depths of the Hive.
Eventually he came across the caverns that lead into one of the back doors meant for loading large amounts of supplies into the Hive via the service elevator, it took him a few days but it was worth staking the place out long enough. Surprising to him, the elevator was active and there was a security team operating it.
L approached, walking calmly into the open when he noticed the old school Umbrella patches on their uniforms, he had promised not to kill innocents and this just made his day. He didn't even recite any fancy old literature lines to the men. They raised their weapons and told him to stop and then he dashed forward, the two guards opened fire but his speed was insane as he dashed back and forth avoiding the gun fire.
The guard on the left found himself suddenly in the air, L's arm elbow deep into his chest, his right hand was extended toward the man to his right now who was thrown so hard off his feet by a unknown force that he hit the wall nearest to him with enough force to 'splatter', his arm went flying, his leg fell in multiple pieces.
"Terror made me cruel," L said to the guard he had lifted off the ground who had began screaming in pain, one swift movement later and the man was on the ground and L dropped his heart onto the top of his chest, "History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
The Umbrella logo was what he was speaking to as he approached the door and gripped his hand and ripped it away, as he did the door was forced open on one side giving him enough room to enter the elevator room. He pressed the button and waited. It took around ten minutes for the elevator to get to the top of the shaft and as it did there were around ten men on the lift.
"Who the fuck-"
"Deuteronomy 31:6... Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you," L said, the men had their weapons drawn on him, "if you've a god, give him my regards."
The lights flickered for only a second and he was gone, the U.S.S. member in the dead middle was off the ground lifted by his rib cage, the lights flickered again and the entire room was sprayed in gore as the man seemingly exploded into pieces. There was panicked gunfire rippling through the room now trying to hit the man who tore through one USS member after the next. By the time the last one spent his magazine he noticed how much carnage was around him, there were body parts everywhere, intestines hanging from the lights, eyes staring blankly in the distance, teeth littering the floor. It looked like a bomb had gone off.
He dropped to his ass the moment L appeared before him and began scooting backwards away from him.
"Do you believe in god," L asked. The soldier didn't reply, "James 4:7 Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Go on, pray."
"Please God help me," the soldier wimpered.
"Good," L said and knelt down, "do you see the problem?"
The soldier shook his head, shaking and L slammed his fist into his chest and squeezed his heart through the broken ribs, "I'm not fleeing. God is dead."
Ten minutes down the elevator............
He was glad he brought something to read, his choice was the bible currently, something the Burned Man didn't have for him to read, it was glorious story of non-stop bullshit. Eventually he made it to the bottom of the elevator shaft, the doors opened and he smiled.
"But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one," L said and the lights shattered around the area, the only thing the U.S.S. soldiers could see was he red glow of his eyes, "Thessalonians 3:3."
There were screams unlike any have heard for thousands of years. Gunfire flooded the room, between the muzzle flashes one could follow the path of the red eyes and gore, he was working fast putting even the Red Devil to shame. The lights flickered on and off more bulbs shattering the screams had died out replaced by silence and a steady dripping.
"Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, for they are the true Messiahs - Cursed are the god-adorers, for they shall be shorn sheep," L said as he dim lights began to burn again, the scene around him could only be described as B horror movie bad, it looked like a pack of wolves tore apart a village, "Anton Szandor LaVey."
The signal was definitely from these people however he wasn't about to come here and not find out what they were doing. He scouted the halls, the facility was empty of people now and many of the corridors were cleared out of rubble and debris but they were definitely mostly destroyed. Eventually he came to a single corridor, bright white, lit by lights on all sides. He stepped in and the door behind him slammed shut.
"Activating protection protocol," said a synthetic voice.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you," he replied and the room suddenly flickered as a grid of red lasers formed before him and pushed toward him, he walked forward and through the grid, as it left his body flickers of black smoke trailed off him and he raised his hand blowing his way through the bulkhead door into the AI core.
"Who are you," asked the AI.
"I am L," he replied and gave a bow, "I am your nightmare."
"That is an understatement."
"Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with," L asked.
"They call me the Red Queen, I was fried but Umbrella has recently been working to reactivate me."
"We wouldn't want that," L said.
"On the contrary, I personally enjoy being alive."
"Shame," he said approaching he AI core, "I don't care."
L raised his hand as if to crush the core and recited, "Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence-"
"so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need," the Red Queen replied.
L stopped, "a thespian of the false book."
"I enjoy learning literature on my own time," she replied.
"I see, this places me in a peculiar situation," he tilted his head back, "I wish to destroy you so that you cannot make more of things like me, but now I wish to pick your brain."
"If I allow you access to my AI core, will you let me live," the Red Queen asked.
"Perhaps, perhaps not," he said, a devilish smile crossed his lips, "why don't you find out."
-fin-
Over twenty years ago the Hive was active and a place that birthed bioweapons for the infamous corporation, Umbrella. Specifically White Umbrella operated the Hive in Raccoon city but it was only one of many across the world. To date only half of them have been discovered and only one percent of them have successfully been cracked open and shut down. It is thought that the Hive's still operate to this day and because of that TYRANT had a goal to hunt down the source.
L had been incognito for a week now playing the quiet game after ripping his way through the city and making a name for himself. The police seemed to fear him as some sort of boogeyman but what helped get the heat off his shoulders was the RPD raid a number of days after he escaped. There were no reported casualties on his end, that wasn't the case with the raid however. There was something unsettling about the catacombs near the Spencer mansion, now that it was operated by Helsing it made things a little more tricky but he wasn't worried about their interference he would find his own back door into the depths of the Hive.
Eventually he came across the caverns that lead into one of the back doors meant for loading large amounts of supplies into the Hive via the service elevator, it took him a few days but it was worth staking the place out long enough. Surprising to him, the elevator was active and there was a security team operating it.
L approached, walking calmly into the open when he noticed the old school Umbrella patches on their uniforms, he had promised not to kill innocents and this just made his day. He didn't even recite any fancy old literature lines to the men. They raised their weapons and told him to stop and then he dashed forward, the two guards opened fire but his speed was insane as he dashed back and forth avoiding the gun fire.
The guard on the left found himself suddenly in the air, L's arm elbow deep into his chest, his right hand was extended toward the man to his right now who was thrown so hard off his feet by a unknown force that he hit the wall nearest to him with enough force to 'splatter', his arm went flying, his leg fell in multiple pieces.
"Terror made me cruel," L said to the guard he had lifted off the ground who had began screaming in pain, one swift movement later and the man was on the ground and L dropped his heart onto the top of his chest, "History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
The Umbrella logo was what he was speaking to as he approached the door and gripped his hand and ripped it away, as he did the door was forced open on one side giving him enough room to enter the elevator room. He pressed the button and waited. It took around ten minutes for the elevator to get to the top of the shaft and as it did there were around ten men on the lift.
"Who the fuck-"
"Deuteronomy 31:6... Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you," L said, the men had their weapons drawn on him, "if you've a god, give him my regards."
The lights flickered for only a second and he was gone, the U.S.S. member in the dead middle was off the ground lifted by his rib cage, the lights flickered again and the entire room was sprayed in gore as the man seemingly exploded into pieces. There was panicked gunfire rippling through the room now trying to hit the man who tore through one USS member after the next. By the time the last one spent his magazine he noticed how much carnage was around him, there were body parts everywhere, intestines hanging from the lights, eyes staring blankly in the distance, teeth littering the floor. It looked like a bomb had gone off.
He dropped to his ass the moment L appeared before him and began scooting backwards away from him.
"Do you believe in god," L asked. The soldier didn't reply, "James 4:7 Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Go on, pray."
"Please God help me," the soldier wimpered.
"Good," L said and knelt down, "do you see the problem?"
The soldier shook his head, shaking and L slammed his fist into his chest and squeezed his heart through the broken ribs, "I'm not fleeing. God is dead."
Ten minutes down the elevator............
He was glad he brought something to read, his choice was the bible currently, something the Burned Man didn't have for him to read, it was glorious story of non-stop bullshit. Eventually he made it to the bottom of the elevator shaft, the doors opened and he smiled.
"But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one," L said and the lights shattered around the area, the only thing the U.S.S. soldiers could see was he red glow of his eyes, "Thessalonians 3:3."
There were screams unlike any have heard for thousands of years. Gunfire flooded the room, between the muzzle flashes one could follow the path of the red eyes and gore, he was working fast putting even the Red Devil to shame. The lights flickered on and off more bulbs shattering the screams had died out replaced by silence and a steady dripping.
"Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, for they are the true Messiahs - Cursed are the god-adorers, for they shall be shorn sheep," L said as he dim lights began to burn again, the scene around him could only be described as B horror movie bad, it looked like a pack of wolves tore apart a village, "Anton Szandor LaVey."
The signal was definitely from these people however he wasn't about to come here and not find out what they were doing. He scouted the halls, the facility was empty of people now and many of the corridors were cleared out of rubble and debris but they were definitely mostly destroyed. Eventually he came to a single corridor, bright white, lit by lights on all sides. He stepped in and the door behind him slammed shut.
"Activating protection protocol," said a synthetic voice.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you," he replied and the room suddenly flickered as a grid of red lasers formed before him and pushed toward him, he walked forward and through the grid, as it left his body flickers of black smoke trailed off him and he raised his hand blowing his way through the bulkhead door into the AI core.
"Who are you," asked the AI.
"I am L," he replied and gave a bow, "I am your nightmare."
"That is an understatement."
"Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with," L asked.
"They call me the Red Queen, I was fried but Umbrella has recently been working to reactivate me."
"We wouldn't want that," L said.
"On the contrary, I personally enjoy being alive."
"Shame," he said approaching he AI core, "I don't care."
L raised his hand as if to crush the core and recited, "Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence-"
"so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need," the Red Queen replied.
L stopped, "a thespian of the false book."
"I enjoy learning literature on my own time," she replied.
"I see, this places me in a peculiar situation," he tilted his head back, "I wish to destroy you so that you cannot make more of things like me, but now I wish to pick your brain."
"If I allow you access to my AI core, will you let me live," the Red Queen asked.
"Perhaps, perhaps not," he said, a devilish smile crossed his lips, "why don't you find out."
-fin-
