Posted Jan 10 2012 - 09:34 AM
NPC: From the outside it looked like most of the house had remained intact. From the inside it was clear that this was not the case. Not only had the roof collapsed inward, it seemed to have taken half of the second floor with it. The stairs were intact, as were most of the walls, but to move around would require navigating no end of treacherous, burnt ground and rubble, not to mention the few doorways that remained unblocked.
There was one site that did seem to have been excavated: The path down to the basement, where William Elliott had been found. It seemed that he'd been left there after the interrogation, so if anything could be found, odds were good it'd be down there.
NPC: Even by Ultionis' standards, this was not proving to be a good day. In the last one minute, he'd been thrown around like a ragdoll, hit with sonic waves that made his skull rattle like a dice cup, nearly deafened- Aagh! Make that twice - and forced to percieve a horde of skittering scorpions heading his way. And now, he noted as he stopped gripping his head, it seemed that was happening again too. He must've been hit with another blasted fear bolt because he could see the vile little creatures crawling across the ground like a wave of- No.
He shook his head. It didn't make the scorpions go away. He closed his eyes. He could still hear the skittering. Finally he decided he would just have to deal with that and gripped his gun tighter. The good news was that Dread would have a much harder time moving around now. The bad news was that the softer leather had been hardened by the freeze grenade, so some of the weak points he'd aimed at earlier would be useless now.
It was then that, for some reason, the villains began to retreat. It looked like a fighting retreat, but why would they- He stopped and turned around, ignoring that the scorpions had started making their way up his lower legs- There are no scorpions. There! A moving wall of ice. That could only mean one thing. His darts wouldn't get through there. It looked like he would have to resort to bullets a lot sooner than he'd wanted. He ejected the clips of darts and grabbed new ones, armor-piercing, live rounds this time, shaking off a scorpion- No scorpions.
But it wasn't that easy. He could feel their legs moving up his, as if his armor weren't even there. He could feel the stinging in his legs as- Ignore it. He loaded the armor-piercing rounds. There was the feeling - first a burning sensation, followed by a slow, spreading numbness- It's in your head. Both guns now held proper ammunition. He called out to the villains. "Attention scumbags. I am now out of tranquilizer darts. This is your last chance to surrender before I start using lethal force." It was difficult, but he kept the fear out of his voice. He stepped on one of the scorpions- There are no scorpions. He couldn't feel his foot.
Dark streets and whispers cold,
Under dead metropolis eyes.
These troubled, trampled souls
Build their highways into the skies.