Mad Guyvers, Rebirth

[Apocalypse]

Her eye’s watched Ghrecki as she leaned silently waiting on the elevator, her gut telling her she should know this person but her mind was unable to connect the face to a name. drawn back to reality by the Ding of the elevator doors opening Caitlin almost walked into the sole occupant . For a few moments they both stood in a some what awkward silence before the sound of quiet laughter filled the small elevator car.

“Something funny?” Slight annoyance clear in her voice.

Unfolding his arms he pointed to her neck. “Your Cross…”

Her eye’s narrows, teeth clenching together. “Got a problem with me wearing a cross?!”

“No no… no problem… Just find the idea of a Vampire wearing a cross amusing is all.”

She wasn’t sure why, but ever since the count and entered Sith’s Dorm she felt a rage growing inside her, and there was something about the individual in the elevator with her that was feeding that rage. When the elevator dinged indicating it had reached it’s destination. As Caitlin was about to step out of the elevator a hand stopped her and then pushed her back in.

“HEY…What The Fuck?!”

The owner of the hand stepped into the elevator and none to gently threw the other occupant out while keeping Caitlin pinned to the wall. “My Mistress is demanding your presence.”

The rage she had felt growing within suddenly exploded, everything became a blur. When she finally regained her sense her would be restrainer was on the floor, bleeding profusely, bones piercing through the skin on multiple locations. She was so transfixed on what she had done that she failed to realise that the elevator doors were closed and that it was ascending. When the doors opened she was greeting by an unwelcomingly familiar face. Before getting the chance to react, she had been pulled out of the elevator and was getting dragged along the hall by her neck. Her attempts at breaking free were proving to be futile at best.

After being dragged into a room at the end of the hall, Caitlin stared at her latest attacker, a mix of fear and anger in her eye’s “Carmilla…” A back hander too the face sent her across the room. “YOU FUCKING BITCH… DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I’D LET YOU GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU DID TO ME THIS MORNING.”

Groggily picking herself up off the floor Caitlin suddenly found herself being held in the air by her neck, Carmilla’s grip crushing her wind pipe. “You are going to tell me where your guyver friend is RIGHT NOW!"

“I……I don’t….”

If she was able she would have doubled over when Carmilla’s free hand ploughed into her stomach. “Don’t lie to me you little Bitch… I saw your memories when I fed on your blood. I know all about your little group.”

Between the coughing & wheezing a Caitlin attempted to explain, unfortunately for her Carmilla wasn’t interested, after being interrogated for what seemed like hours Caitlin was dragged through to the kitchen area and found herself being held down on a table as Carmilla pulled a syringe filled with a glowing liquid which moments later was jabbed into Caitlin’s hip.

“This is just a little something I had whipped up for fun. It’s a Ultra violet bioluminescent gel, a dose this small won’t kill you, but your going to wish it would.“ As Carmilla slowly started to push down on the syringe she leaned over until her mouth was right next to Caitlin’s ear. “Now…Scream for me!”

If the rooms had not all be sound proofed the entire floor would have heard the blood curdling screams that escaped from the Irish vampires lips, Futilely thrashing about in an attempt to get free, her entire body feeling as if it was on fire, with the pain continuing to grow, her vision started to blur. Eventually the thrashing started to cease as the pain became to much and the darkness claimed her.

[Azailia]

Rika clung tightly to one of John's hands with both of her own as they moved down the hallway, keeping herself as close to him as humanly possible in those moments. The things he had shown her kept playing through her head like bad reruns and everytime she saw Sith killing her husband, her heart just about failed.

The fourth time she saw it in her head, her feet faltered and she stopped walking. John took a few more steps before turning and stopped as well, blinking questioningly at her.

"Hun..?"

Rika's gaze lowered, her usually brilliantly bright brown orbs glazed over and dulled with tears. She pressed three fingers against her forehead, wishing she could lock away the memories. Even though he was standing right there with her, alive as could be, it didnt change the fact that he had gotten himself killed because of her.

Because she had tried taking too much onto herself and had gotten captured. She choked back another sob and lifted her head to stare at him.

"I just want you to know, John... if the only thing left of you was your smile, and your little finger... you'd still be more of a man that anyone I've ever known."

John smiled gently and carried himself back to her, scooping her smaller frame up into his arms and holding her to him tightly. His smile turned into a playful smirk.

"Thats because you know what I can do with my little finger."

Rika couldnt resist laughing and she punched him lightly in the shoulder, then looped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead against his.

"I should kill them both. Sith, for what he did... and Caitlin.. how dare she get so close to you."

"You know you cant do that, luv."

"Doesnt mean I cant despise them both. I saw the look on her face. Bloody woman..."

"Rika.."

"It's okay. I.. understand. But rest assured. My tolerance of her will be borderline. I waited for you, John. I always have and I always will. Now kiss me you fool and take me to bed, or lose me forever."

The ensuing kiss was earth shattering and in that moment, being in his arms, her lips against his, she couldnt have been happier.

((5 points for identifying both movies the quotes are from))

[Kaiser Dragoon]

OOC: I guess Casino Royale and Top Gun

IC:

The taste of her was what he missed most. There was nothing he could say to describe it other then sublime. It was both electrifying and soothing. She was his own personal contradiction and now he had her back. The coolness of her skin pressed up against him alleviated the perpetual inferno of his own skin. His steely grip melted against her flesh and he held her close as he felt the hot tears run down her supple cheeks like molten metal. The kiss lasted seemingly forever. Time itself held no sway over the two in moments like this.

Eventually Wolverine parted from her lips and wrapped his arm around her waist and walked with her back to his dorm. All the while they spoke without saying a single word aloud. He missed her presence in his mind. She was the curative to his rage. She examined the room while he leaned against the doorframe and watched her with nostalgic eyes. She fretted over the usual mess of clothes and untidiness that seemed to follow Wolverine wherever he went. He referred to it as creative clutter; she had much harsher words for it. A genuine smile crept across his face for the first time since they had been separated. She bent down and picked up more strewn clothes and turned to swear and wag her finger at him when she found herself tackled onto the bed.

Wolverine had locked the door and left a sock on the doorknob, a mutual system that he and his roommate Bubbles had worked out after their initial meeting and subsequent scrap.

Rika gave a satisfied sigh. “I was wondering when—”

Wolverine cut her off as his lips locked with hers.

She giggled as Wolverine released her lips and began to tickle that special spot along the outside of her neck with his tongue. He continued to tease her until she had reached her limit and kicked him off. His body slammed into the opposing wall, that smug grin of his plastered on his face when he knew that he had Rika hot under the collar.

She leapt off the bed and pinned him to the wall. He gave a chuckle as she proceeded to shred his shirt into linen strips all the while the two whirled about in a fiery embrace with furniture being toppled and kicked about the room without any concern for it. She broke away, panting with desire as Wolverine continued to play this cat and mouse game. His right shoulder was already sporting a purplish black mark from her teeth.

Rika pounced forward again, with Wolverine sidestepping and wrapping his arm around her waist. She instinctively reached up with her other hand to grab a hold of his hair only to have him catch her by the wrist and wrestle it to her side. His teeth toyed with the nerves that ran along her neck and shoulder until she let out a series of moans and felt her knees go slack.

The Canadian flung her back onto the bed still grinning at her. “Shut up and come here!” She snapped at him as she grabbed hold of his belt buckle and yanked him into the bed.

He barely managed to say ‘yes ma’am’ before he found himself without a single article of clothing and wrists pinned down with her straddling his hips. She playfully nipped at him as he bobbed and weaved to avoid her teeth but they found their mark and he could feel another three large bruises forming on his chest and neck.

“No fair.” He quipped back.

“What?” She answered seductively.

“You still have clothes on.”

“So I do.” She said with mocking surprise. “And here I thought you’d try harder to undress me.”

“I might need some incentive.”

She leaned in and whispered something into his ear. His face flushed crimson and in a flash had managed to break free and reduce her to the same natural state as himself.

“You dirty, dirty girl.”

She gave him another sultry look that could melt lead in an instant.

“Not that I object or anything.”

“Shut up and come here already.” She growled impatiently as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and cooed at him. “I need to get laid already.”

[WarriorZoalord]

As the two love birds made out, footsteps walked down the hall from them. The lone figure stopped in front of the door to dorm number 10 in the beast section and made sure he was at the right place.

It was, and when he went to go open the door, he found a sock on the doorknob and pulled it off and went to open the door, but it was locked. he pulled out the key the count had given him and goes to unlock the door and head inside.

He stopped when he heard some noises and saw two pairs of eyes looking at him. He recognized Rika instantly though becasue he was in his bunny form, she wouldnt have known who he was, and immediately he was thinking 'what the fuck? well, this is going to be.... interesting.'

It was then he noticed the two were half naked. "Don't you need cards to play strip poker? and isnt it more common to play it at a table instead of on a bed?" It was at this point the two actually managed to shake off their surprise an say something. "You know it's not polite to just barge in on people, and what are you doing here anyway?"

The bunny's large ears twitched a bit as he grinned widely. "Well excuse me for coming into my room, you think i knew it was filled with sex crazed fiends?" At that fire seemed to blaze in their eyes and he acted like he didn't see it. "I'm sorry, but if the two of you are going to get all lovey dovey, im going to have to ask you to leave. I'm tired and I would like to sleep." as he had calculated, the two obviously didnt like his 'intrusion' and wolverine got up and walked over to him.

"Listen bub, your going to go back through that door and leave me and my lady friend alone, or else I'll throw your beaten body out the door."

The bunny snorted and looks at wolverine. "Its not polite to make threats to people, unless you know you can back it up. lets see if you got the bite to back up your bark." It was at this point the enraged Wolverine swung his fist trying to connect with the rabbits face, however he was fast as hell and dodged the fist, causing wolverine to go off balance from the momentum.

It was then the bunny hit him with a punch to the gut that would have winded him seconds before another fist connected with his face, sending him reeling back looking absolutely shocked. Then shook his head and went to attack again. when wolverine did manage to connect, the bunny moved enough to lessen the impact as he moved, though the next mistake wolverine made when missing a punch got him a punch to the gut, followed by a rapid one-two-three combo to the face that sent him hard into the wall, nearly unconsious Rika was furious by this time. "Stop hitting my man!!!"

It was then the zoalady would take a crack at fighting the bunny. the two seemed evenly matched, though he was slightly faster, it didn't matter that much, pretty much when one hit the other managed to get in a hit as well, though mostly they blocked each others attacks. though unfortunately for wolverine, the two were moving so quick that when they did miss a hit, there was risk of him being hit since they were constantly moving around the room, one trying to corner the other but it was always unsuccessful. as the two fought, the doorway was filled with onlooking students, since he had never closed it when he came in.

When Wolverine finally regained his senses, he tried to sneak up behind the rabbit, to double team him with rika. however he was blocked from really seeing what rika was doing. and when rika sent one punch at him and he managed to duck at the last instant, wolverine on the other hand, took the full force punch and a gasp was heard from Rika as he went flying back, only to be caught by a leg by the rabbit and spun around and sent towards rika. Wolverines weight, along with the momentum, sent the two of them flying out the door which quickly closed telekinetically and locked behind them and they hit the group of students that were outside the door.

He sat down on the one bed that wasnt damaged in the fight, and nursed a black eye and dislocated jaw as rika and wolverine would hear heavy footsteps as several golems rounded the corner, coming to investigate the all the noise the fight had caused. As wolverine stood up he stared at the closed door and simply said. "Did we just get beat by a girly Rabbit man?"

[Kaiser Dragoon]

Wolverine turned to the sound of thunderclap like footsteps and was greeted with a punch to the face that shattered his nose into a shower of red blood. His head reeled backward as the two imposing golems took a battle stance as they surveyed the scene.

"Female detected in unauthorized dormitory. Do not resist or you shall be met with force."

Wolverine swore through the waterfall of blood that poured down his face.

"What force?" He was bewildered and still dazed from the severe beating he received at the hands of his mysterious new roommate.

The golem closest to Wolverine hit him squarely across the jaw with a haymaker. Wolverine's head snapped sideways and Rika shrieked at the sound of the bone crunching impact.

The other golem grabbed Rika by the arm. "You are to be escorted to your proper dormitory immediately." Rika let loose a string of curses that would have made the hardiest men cringe and yet it fell upon deaf ears of the golem.

"Compile or sufficient force shall be applied to facilitate your removal from this restricted area."

Wolverine's head slowly turned back to the golem, his sight was waning and blurred, blackness creeping in along the edges of his vision. Rika saw the pleading in his eyes and relented. She went with the golem, swearing all the while. However as she was escorted to the elevator she saw the other golem continue to beat Wolverine.

"I'm going with you stop hurting him!" She screamed but it was too late at the elevator door shut, the golem's massive hand had a firm grip of her shoulder and said nothing and then struck her firmly across the back of her neck knocking her out.

Wolverine raised his hands to try and block the blows. "Cease all resistance or further force shall be applied." The golem said as he drove it's knee into Wolverine's gut and lifted him several feet off the floor. The winded Wolverine gagged and was just as quickly slammed back down onto the floor with another bone crushing haymaker to his spine.

The golem grabbed him by his hair and flung him down the hallway, chunks of blood soaked hair were still in the golem's hand as Wolverine smashed into the elevator door more then fifty feet away. The golem continued to repeat the same lines over and over again of ceasing resistance while Wolverine offered none. The beating continued for several more minutes before the golem dropped the tenderized hamburger that was Wolverine's body and exited the dormitory by means of the other operational elevator.

Wolverine simply lied on the ground, his Healing Factor slowly knitting him back together. He could also feel something else facilitate the regenerative process. It was something foreign and yet familiar. Before he could explore this new discovery he heard voices and footsteps.

He looked up through the haze of blood and saw what looked to be a pair of students staring down at him with pleased looks on their faces. Although his ears still rang from the beating he received moments ago the two students continued to talk casually in front of Wolverine's body.

"Is this the one?"

The other squatted down and squinted at Wolverine's face.

"Yeah he matches the description."

"Okay let's take him." The two men bent down and scooped Wolverine up. The scruffy Canadian had other plans and smashed his head into the nose of one of them. The student swore and instinctively beared his fangs.

"Vampires..." Wolverine mumbled as the other backhanded him across the face, knocking out the remaining loose teeth the golem hadn't. The one with the bleeding nose hit Wolverine in the sternum with an uppercut that knocked him out.

He groggily came to his senses Wolverine found himself stripped down to his trunks. He gazed down at his chest, they'd been busy hacking and burning bits and pieces of him while he was out. He looked up to see his arms and legs chained in a twisted version of The Vitruvian Man. It was dark and dank but Wolverine heard the rustle of other chains and looked over his severely bruised shoulder to see Caitlin handing down from the ceiling.

She was in extremely rough shape. He instinctively tugged at the chains that held him. "Cait!" She didn't respond to his hoarse voice.

"Toots!"

She groaned. Her clothing was in tatters. "Wolverine?" Her voice was unsteady and crackled with pain.

"Yeah. It's me. Where are we?"

She groaned again in pain and Wolverine could hear what was probably blood patter to the floor below her. "Cait!" He snapped again and she came back into a moment of lucid consciousness.

"Carmilla's fun room." She managed to chuckle.

"Whose Carmilla?" Wolverine strained at his shackles again in futility.

"The vampire lady you gave the face lift to earlier."

"Fuck me..." Wolverine muttered.

"I'm so sorry..." Caitlin began to break down.

"For what?" Wolverine snapped at her for losing her composure.

"She found you because of me, she saw my memories of us."

"Karma's been kicking my ass all day sweet heart don't you worry about that."

"Oh I would worry, Wolverine." A beam of light cut through the darkness of the torture room as Carmilla entered and then shut the door.

"You and I have so much to discuss."

"I don't give beauty tips to walking corpses, no offence Cait." He quickly added.

"None taken." She coughed back with a bit of a laugh.

"You have quite a tongue on you." Carmilla walked up to Wolverine and began to kiss him. She forced open his mouth with her hand and sank her teeth into his tongue and tore it out. "It's quite tasty." She said after chewing and swallowing it after a moment. "Now let's have some fun!"

She turned her attention to the surgical tools that doubled as torture instruments and began to repay Wolverine's earlier deed by slowly peeling the flesh from his face in precise and agonizing cuts and yet Wolverine stifled his cries of pain into hoarse laughs as his flesh continued to circumvent her attempts of causing him lasting pain.

She snarled in frustration and stabbed a rather long surgical blade into his chest between his ribs just next to his heart. She connected it to some electrical wires with some claps and began to flood Wolverine's body with electrical current.

Wolverine continued to laugh through the pain as he glanced over at Caitlin. He hoped he could keep Carmilla busy long enough to give Caitlin some time to recuperate while he tried to desperately think of a way out of their latest mess.

OOC: Editted as per GM's request

This post has been edited by Kaiser Dragoon on Jun 4 2009, 03:49 AM

[Apocalypse]

The Chains rattled slightly as Caitlin continued to slip in & out of consciousness, the multiple lacerations she received at Carmilla’s hands still flowed blood long after they should have healed. The shredded remains of her clothing saturated & dripping. Every inch of her body wracked in pain. The simple act of breathing was excruciating.

She didn’t know how long she’d been hanging there with Wolverine was dragged in or how long he’d been there before Carmilla started interrogating him. As she continually slipped between consciousness she became vaguely aware of the sound of laughter.

It dawned on her she’d blacked out again when she noticed the sound of laughter had ceased and Carmilla had again left the room. The silence pierced by the concerned voice of Wolverine. “Cait!” When she didn’t respond he tried his nick-name for her “Toots!”

A small painful groan of annoyance escaped her lips as she attempted to reply. “ When…are you…going…to… stop calling me that .”

“Just making sure you were alive is all. Would hate to have to be the 1 to give your parents the bad news.”

“Who was laughing earlier?… I didn‘t sound like Carmilla.”

“That was me..”

She painfully coughed back a laugh “When did you become a Masochist?”

“since the day I met you toots, since the day I met you.”

“If you enjoy Pain so much then I’ll just have to try a new tactic.” Light again flooded the room as Carmilla entered.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you Carmilla.” Defiance strong in wolverines voice.

“Oh I think that will change soon.” Carmilla walked around the room, stopping to take a coiled up whip of the wall “Coated in a thin layer of silver, deadly to lycanthropes and Vampires.” A Snapping sound echoed through the room rapidly drowned out by the sound of Caitlin’ screams as her back was struck multiple times.

“Now your gonna start telling me what I want to know, or She is going to be the one to suffer.”

[Kaiser Dragoon]

Wolverine bit his lip. Well that plan definitely backfired. I guess I liked it a little too much. He cringed at idea of causing Cait harm that was intended for himself. Carmilla caught the glimmer of introspective pain and seized it by taking a serrated blade and skewering Caitlin with it through her left shoulder.

Caitlin did her best not to scream until Carmilla began to twist the blade, composed entirely of silver, until Caitlin's throat buckled and she let loose a howling scream. The scream cut deeper into Wolverine's flesh then any blade and burned more then any electrical shock. He instinctively snarled and thrashed at his chains to demonstrate to Carmilla just how much he did care for his wayward companion.

"Fine! Fine! For fuck's sake pull that outta her before she dies!"

Carmilla smugly tore the blade out in the most painful and damaging way possible.

"I'm listening."

"My name is James Howlett, I like long walks on the beach, beer over wine and a good cigar..."

"Enough!" Carmilla hissed through clenched teeth. She brandished the serrated blade and sliced off Caitlin's right ear, picked it up and shoved it down Wolverine's throat.

"Next thing you swallow will be her left eye!"

[Apocalypse]

Caitlin was howling in agony as the blade was torn from her shoulder, blood pouring out of the wound. She found her self getting rapidly light headed, despite the excruciating pain that was wracking her body. Vaguely aware of someone grabbing her head and something pressing against the top of her ear Caitlin was snapped back to reality as the serrated blade pushed down through her ear.

In the corner of the room wolverine was struggling to get free with renewed ferocity. Anger seething from his voice.

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU CARMILLA… IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO… YOUR DEAD…”

Carmilla for a moment stared at wolverine a smug grin on her face. “Wrong Answer!” With a flick of her wrist the serrated blade was plunged into Caitlin’s Left Eye, Fresh screams echoing around the rooms. When the blade was pulled out the eye went with it.

Pulling the eye off of the blade Carmilla studied it for a moment before turning to wolverine. “It’s your fault I’m doing this to her Wolverine. All you have to do is tell what I want to know and her Suffering will end. Tell me how many more humans have infiltrated this school…TELL me what it is your planning TELL ME AND I’LL END THIS.”

A bloody cough drew their attention back to Caitlin, Her voice barely managing above a whisper as she struggled to find the strength to speak. “Don’t… Don’t tell… Don’t tell this bitch… Anything…” She violently convulsed, fresh blood spraying across the wall and floor. “I’d…rath…er…. Die… than have… anyone…else…. Go thro… ugh… this…”

[Kaiser Dragoon]

Carmilla gave a snort of disgust at Caitlin's defiance. Caitlin continued to swear at her between intervals of bloody vomit. Wolverine continued to strain at the restraints but there was no give to them, he was leashed and collared effectively. He mused at how much Sith would probably enjoy his situation.

He continued to swear as Carmilla walked across the room back to her rack of torture devices to select a different toy. A small metallic glint caught his eye and then he realized his dog tags were missing from his chest.

Carmilla pressed the button she held in her free hand and another lightning bolt of electricity ran through Wolverine's heart. He nearly forgot about the six inch surgical blade she'd rammed in there earlier. Each time it felt a thousand times worse. He wasn't entirely sure why but this form of torture hurt him more then any other.

It was as though the electricity wounded him on another level. It was then that he became aware of his other. That last bolt of electricity woke it up. It let out a scream in his mind that he echoed with his own vocal chords.

"Oh? Did that hurt?" Carmilla looked at him intrigued at this sudden increase in his sensitivity to pain. She zapped him again and Wolverine let loose another bone chilling howl. The symboite he was bonded to had up until this point remained unaffected by the torture due mostly in part to his Healing Factor but the continued electrical shocks had begun to bypass it.

Wolverine's mind was filled with the fury of the symboite. He continued to howl in pain while also trying to discern the foreign creature that was grafted to his very being. He would've preferred to make its acquaintance under better circumstances. The creature showed him images of it bonding to him and essentially being responsible for his revival and fragmented images of its time before being joined to Wolverine but they were nothing but fragmented sensory memories that made no sense. He saw images of what looked to be wolves and Wolverine pressed past that and probed the creature's capabilities and at that moment he stopped howling and let out a smile.

Carmilla froze; suspicious of his sudden shift in mood she picked up her new torture device, to Wolverine it looked to be a pear shaped instrument made of some metal with a turnkey instead of a stem.

"Why are you smiling?"

"C'mere and I'll tell ya babe." Wolverine flashed his bloody teeth at her with a savory wolfish grin.

Carmilla, slightly unsettled by the abrupt shift in Wolverine's attitude paused for a moment. All the while the symboite formed two black tendrils that ran up along the backs of his arms and began to quietly tinker with his shackles while two more went down his legs to attempt the same feat. He could feel the symboite inside of him slowly begin to push the surgical blade out from his chest cavity. His Healing Factor had already begun to form scar tissue around it to help insulate and dampen him from further shocks.

"Enough of this shit!" Carmilla shrieked and zapped Wolverine again for triple the normal duration, he gritted his teeth and the four tendrils twitched and arced painfully but remained out of Carmilla's sight. The vampire strode over to Caitlin and held the metallic pear up for Wolverine to see.

"How many more humans are here!"

Wolverine remained silent.

"Answer me!" Carmilla shrieked and electrocuted him again.

"None." Wolverine coughed, he felt as though his lungs were full of smoke.

"I've seen her memories Wolverine! I know you're human!"

"Lady, you have no idea what I am and neither does she." Wolverine hung his head and coughed painfully as the symboite shoved the surgical blade out of his chest. Carmilla peered over Caitlin's semi conscious body to see and hear the blade rattle against the floor.

"I could've sworn I stuck that in deeper than that..." Carmilla mused.

"C'mere and check me out then bitch." Wolverine snapped back.

"I have a better idea. You answer my questions."

"Fine, twenty questions it is, c'mere and I'll answer 'em."

"You're in no position to bargain."

"You want answers, I have 'em, plain and simply."

She warily walked over to him merely four feet away. She astutely observed his chest wound already beginning to heal. "That recuperative ability of yours is extremely impressive for a human."

"I ain't human sister, so start asking questions before I get bored."

"What are you then?"

"A mutant. Nineteen to go."

"A what?" A mutant, homo sapien superior. Eighteen."

"What kind of bullshit are you trying to pull?"

"The best kind, my kind. Seventeen."

Carmilla swore and lunged for Wolverine's throat. She clamped down on the neck and began to consume his blood intent on deciphering his memories when she came up against a sort of psychic wall composed of interference. She was unable to view his memories in any sort of coherent or lucid manner and she broke away from his neck a moment later.

"What? Don't I taste human?"

Before she could quip back a mass of what looked to be black ooze seemed to manifest within his still open chest wound and then shot forward in the form of a single barbed hair that skewered Carmilla through the abdomen. The tendril split apart into numerous ebony hooks and reeled Carmilla in like a fish. Wolverine returned the favor by clamping his jaws down on her cheek and tore away a large section of flesh nearly to the bone and swallowed it with a smile.

"You've just been Chris Brown'ed bitch."

Wolverine attempted to break free from his shackles but the tendrils retreated from them unable to pick the locks. He had been banking on it but it had failed. Carmilla struck Wolverine across the face with enough force to severe arteries in his neck. The symboite hooks instantly retreated back into Wolverine's body to repair the damage. Carmilla held her face and marched back to Caitlin and stood directly behind her, the pear shaking in her enraged hands.

"Pick a number from one to three Wolverine." She hissed with glee.

Wolverine's head lulled at the sudden drop in blood pressure and internal bleeding and was barely conscious and unable to coherently respond.

"I guess I'll have to choose for you. Just so you know Caitlin, this is entirely his fault!" She snarled at her victim as she inserted the pear and began to steadily turn the key causing it to expand and also causing Caitlin's screams of pain to steadily increase.

[Apocalypse]

Caitlin’s screams grew louder and louder as carmilla twisted the key. Blood flowed freely as the pear continued to expand and tore into muscle & scrape bone. The blood loss from the considerable wounds that covered her body was taking it’s toll. Vision in her right eye had become blurry, no longer able to distinguish individual shapes everything had become a mass of colour. In the corner Wolverine was struggling to stay conscious as blood poured from the severed artery in his neck.

Carmilla stepped away from Caitlin, leaving the pear in place to tare more muscle with ever painful spasm, going back to the wall she collected several metallic spikes, made entirely of pure silver before returning to her former position next to her torture victim. Placing most of the spikes at her feet, Carmilla glanced over to wolverine, smirking at his attempts to say conscious. After a small chuckle left her lips she lined the first spike up with the open wound on Caitlin’s shoulder that had been caused by the switch blade then thrust the spike forward, pushing it through bone until it was sticking out the other side.

Satisfied with the newest wave of screaming coming from Caitlin carmilla picked up the a second spike and forced it though her right shoulder. Picking up two more spikes Carmilla thrust them through both of Caitlin’s legs, just above the knee’s. Taking one last look at Wolverine carmilla picked up the remaining spikes and impaled them though Caitlin’s chest, making sure to cause as much damage as possible while still avoiding her heart.

Vomiting up blood, Caitlin’s vision continued to deteriorate, the entire room felt like it was spinning as everything started to get darker & the sound of Carmilla’s laughter fading, until eventually Caitlin saw and heard nothing, Hanging from the room ceiling, wrists bound by chains, the only signs of life left in the young Irish vampire was the slow rise in her chest as she drew breath.

[Lazarus]

------------------ A few hours earlier---------------

Laz walked out of Ghrecki's room suddenly realizing that he was very tired. "Yawn! Wow, it has been a while since I've slept any. Hell, I haven't slept since I got out of that place. Probably about time I go and check out the room." As Lazarus was walking out of the dorm he passed a few golems just patrolling the halls and finally realized that he hadn't even recieved his room assignment yet. Guessing these golems were created for the purpose of security and safety he thought they might at least be able to direct him toward his room. He approached one of the golems.

"Excuse me." Laz rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke. "I seem to be a bit lost and am trying to find my room. Could you help me out?" As he spoke the golem seemed to have come alive, the eyes glowing for a second and some gears whirring momentarily.

"Designation: Sophomore. Classification: Humanoid-Dryad. Locating room assignment. Room assignment detected. Is an escort required?"

"Well, I don't really know the campus that well, so yes, that would be great!" Lazarus smiled widely as he accepted the offer.

"Escort in progress, please follow me." The golem began to move not stalling to wait at any point.

After a short 5 minutes, the golem had taken Lazarus on the most direct route to his room and stalled again. "Key assignment has not occured, key retrieval activated." The golem then reached into a compartment on it's leg and pulled out a chunk of metal that looked very unrefined.

"Um, hate to break it to you, but I don't think that will work on...." Laz stopped short as he saw the golem begin to chew on the metal for a few bites and then pulled out a shiny new key. It even had a nice lanyard attached to it. "How the hell.... That's pretty impressive!"

"Key assignment completed, mission finished. Returning to patrol duties." The golem then began to leave allowing Laz the privacy of entering his new quarters.

"Huh, helpful things really. Don't understand why they have such a negative reputation." Laz took his new key in hand and opened the door. The room before him was very nicely done up. There were plants almost covering the entire room. It was almost to the point where the room wasn't able to be seen through the leaves. As he walked around the room he noticed that the entire room was created from organic material. Not a single bit of the room was designed from metal. Even the bed and chairs were made entirely from wooden frames and feather down cushions. "Damn, this is one HELL of an upgrade from that cold, metal holding cell. They even have a dresser full of school uniforms for me! Clothing that FITS!!!! Definitely a nice place. But I wonder who my roommate is."

Laz yawned once again, raising his arms above his head and extending every muscle in his body. He turned his head to each side so his ear was nearly touching each shoulder until there was an audible crack. "Ahh... Time to hit the hay. I guess tomorrow we'll be starting classes. Should probably rest up so I can at least TRY to understand what they're going on about."

Laz undressed and plopped down on the almost overstuffed bed watching as a few feathers flew up into the air from the added weight. The slow rocking of the feathers lulled him into a deep sleep. The kind of sleep he had forgotten even existed. Suddenly Laz was in a very detailed dream, yet very foggy. It was almost like a memory, but he knew it was nothing he had ever experienced. Unlike a normal dream, even though he realized it was a dream, he had absolutely no control. It was like watching someone controlling his body while he was simply trapped inside.

Suddenly there was a booming voice as a large light filled up the room. "Now, it is time to test your mastery of your latest mutation. Throughout this test you must remain in your ghost form the entire time. Return to your physical form and you will be punished." Lazarus could sense the fear that ran through his body as the voice threatened him. There was an odd familiarity about this voice, though Lazarus couldn't place it.

"Yes master, understood master. I am ready master." It was Laz's voice, he knew that, but at the same time it sounded nothing like him. There was a level of emotional detachment and almost lack of life in the voice. It was almost mechanical. Lazarus felt his body reach to his sides and pull up two short swords and then felt as his entire body went weightless. Since the entire room was mirrored, Laz was able to see that he had just gone completely incorporeal!

Laz watched as several beings entered into the room and were quickly obliterated by whomever was controlling his body. Apparently, even through he and the swords were incorporeal, the swords had the ability to strike at beings that were corporeal. It also seemed that the swords had some sort of draining ability on the enemies, as whenever they were struck the enemies became less and less reactive until they eventually just fell to the ground. It was like watching a beautiful and horrifying dance. A very elegant dance of death ending in all of his opponents on the ground. He returned to his physical form and dropped to one knee placing the swords on the ground bowing his head.

"You have done well. This training is complete. Prepare yourself for personality training. You must be able to perfectly emulate your target to infiltrate...."

The dream began to fade to black and the sound slowly faded as well. Laz was beginning to awaken with the feeling of falling. He opened his eyes just in time to see the mattress he was on completely envelop him and then the floor. Next he knew he was floating near the ceiling of the room below his. He looked down and saw a giant bunny throwing two half naked people out of the room. The bunny slammed the door and sighed, sitting on the bed directly below Laz. Laz suddenly became solid again and he fell from the ceiling directly onto the bed below him. "AAAahh!"

There was a loud thud as the 220 lb naked man fell on top of the 170 lb bunny. Even through the surprise and terror of being assaulted by a man falling from the sky, the bunny couldn't help but think to himself. "It's raining men, hallelujah it's raining men. Raining men!"