Final Encounter

[Gary Sullivan]

~ He could feel it. It was drawing closer, and it made his heart race. He wiped the sweat off his forehead. He knew well it was only a matter of time before it came for him.

He flung his coffee mug across his office. It was late that night. He was tired. The office was stacked with files and disorganised. All that lit the room was a single table lamp, even that couldn't light up the darkness that grew within him. A growing, boiling hatred for that dreaded machine.

It was a curse. Man's own annihilator. He trembled, resting his arms against the desk. He felt weak. It sickened him, to death. ~

It draws closer..

~ He murmered, digging his nails through the desk. He fumed, as the sweat continued to trail off his face. ~

[Dark]

Arriving undetected it had tracked Joesph's location to the hospital. Watching him it blocked off his escape routes with an impreginatable invsible forecefield to make sure he kept within the area. Out of the nearby shadows black metal tentacles passed across the floor behind him, surfacing up and circling their way around the bottom of his chair

[Gary Sullivan]

*Unmoved by the presence of the tentacles, slowly wrapping around his legs, Joseph released the desk, resting them on the arm rest of the chair*

Don't know how to knock, Parasite?

[Dark]

The metal arms closed in around his ankles and pulled so that he was shoved off the chair and into his desk, files and pens scattering everywhere as they did. They hung him up in the air as the machine slowly crawled out of the shadows

Can't be fucked to

[Gary Sullivan]

*Looks up at it coldly with arms tightly crossed against his chest*

Well well well. Subject 666 morphed along with the most destructive machine ever created. Why am I not surprised?

[Dark]

Prolly cause once in a lifetime happenings happen to you on a daily basis

~: The machine amde a kind of shrugging movement before lowering Joesph to the ground. The tentacles wrapped themselves around his body until it was like a steel caccoon :~

[Gary Sullivan]

Tsk tsk tsk. Poor Subject 666. Always the infernal chaotic nuisance that brings about destruction and violence, but nothing more. A somewhat commodity. And here I thought you might have overgrown that sordid lifestyle.

Merely a weapon, with no real meaning of its existence, other than its one purpose; to destroy. How...sad.

[Dark]

Explains why i got the slashes on me wrists dont it? Or maybe because you're missing a penis....

The machine sent down an electrical currect through its tentacles directly into Joesphs body, not frying him but making it seem as if thousands of rodents were running underneath his skin

[Gary Sullivan]

~ All the while, not a reaction. ~

Let's not get on the subject on genitalia, my dear boy.

[Dark]

Yeah, got a point

The tentacles drop Joesph on the ground and retract back in. The machine just sat on the ground

[Gary Sullivan]

Thank you. *He dusts his sleeves, adjusting his glasses*

Why are you here, 666?

[Dark]

Well basically Parasite here wants to destroy you. James here wants to get out and me on the other hand am francly bored out of my arse

[Gary Sullivan]

Frankly, I'm just as fed up as you are about this junk.

[Dark]

Well you see, i wanted to rule the world but this machine is only doing what it wants to do. Selfish piece of shit.

~: It shuddered to itself :~

[Murduck]

Dr Joseph: I suppose it is. That is how Parasite works, however. With little disregard to the hosts needs. It works for itself and no one else.