Attaining Badassery [GM/QI]

Upon awakening, the strings would snap apart with a series of threatening cracks, each louder than the last. The room was filthy. The walls were grimy with slim and dust, and empty cans were strewn sickeningly on the floor, with the scent of alcohol reeking the air. However, there were a dim light bulb, hanging forlornly from the ceiling, and a tall, muscular man, wearing a cape and an ebony mask could be seen on the opposite side of the room, with a pair of scissors in his hands.

With that, he gestured silently to the pair of scissors as his mouth curved up. His mouth were not human--his lips were stitched together, and blood was oozing out of the repulsive holes that has a thread inserted through them; woven to keep his mouth shut.

He dropped the scissors on the floor.

"Now let there be light." A strange hissing sound emitted from the man, and his words would be clearly registered in Aldritch's mind. His mouth, however, would not move.

Light sprang to life in the room, reflecting that the room was expanding in size. It was currently the size of a ballroom. Unlike the previous room Aldritch viewed, this room was immensely spectacular. It didn't quite qualify as a palace, in terms of size, but it had all of the opulence of one. It was a veritable jungle of patterns, with picture frames covering every inch of the walls.

Each picture frame included members of the Lightning Gang.

All of them looked healthy in the picture, and there were several group pictures of them, fighting, playing and talking with others. There were snapshots of them on the beach, tackling each other in classrooms, and all of them were monochrome.

Black candles were everywhere in the room, repulsively dripping wax upon the floor. With that, Aldritch would noticed four people--Jude, Felix, Ira and Luna, slumped upon a sofa, each with their neck exposed, and bite marks upon them. Their eyes were dazed, and neither of them seemed to be registering their surroundings.

After a few seconds, the man would smile, and approach one of them (the person Aldritch cared for the most among the four), and he would slung his arms carelessly around their shoulders, before baring his fangs.

"Which one should I maim first?" He smiled and addressed Aldritch.

The man would burst out into massive peals of laughter, and doubled over. His laughter begin as short bursts of noises from his mouth, as he stared at Aldritch with nothing but amusement in his eyes. He clutched his stomach, and let loose yet another loud laugh, as the candles in the room flickered insanely.

A single, unlit candle would roll to his heel.

He would settle back comfortably in his seat, and snapped his fingers. The bed upon Aldritch would randomly fly backwards, and collided abrasively against the wall, before Aldritch were yanked back by even more chains, slithering out of holes, back to the wall across the man.

"Relax." He said, amused, while watching Aldritch struggle.

Proceeding to run his hand through his disheveled brown hair, he let out a long sigh as he stood up. However, he seemed to deem that action useless, for he threw himself backwards into the couch once more, as the cough creaked in protest under his weight.

"I just want to negotiate." He held his hand up. "I did consider approaching Leon, but that monster..." He trailed off.

"Regardless," His gaze snapped back to Aldritch. His eyes sharpened once more, along with his tone, that became relatively less welcoming. "I just want one member. You can weep , take the rest and run, whatever. I just need you to agree."

"I'll even throw in three powers for you." He added as an afterthought as his eyes scanned the four. None of the four seemed to be remotely conscious at this point in time--all of their eyes were closed, and as the light overhead glowed brighter, Aldritch would notice bite marks on all of their necks.

"Now, the one I want..." He trailed off, and paused.

"I'm.."The man paused once more, frowning, as he peered at Aldritch. The thought that Aldritch might be stupidly insane had occurred to him before, but he never did prepared for stupidity on his level.

"I'm your father." He said, bemused. "And I need one of your friends. A company pays decently for prefrontal cortexes-" He said bluntly, utterly unaware of any cruelty that he might be excluding. "I heard your friends are smart. I need their brain."

Scratching his head, he let out a bigger sigh of exasperation, as a streak of sunlight would break into the room. Letting out a hiss of shock, he shifted away from the sunlight, as the sunlight shone defiantly on the candle near his feet--his smile fell with the appearance of sunlight. Aldritch didn't seem to be yielding any time soon, and he had a distaste for drastic measures. The choice weren't his to made--he withdrew a syringe from his pocket, and pointed it tauntingly at Aldritch.

"I bit them." He said blandly. "They became so much more obedient, when their blood belongs to me." He smiled fondly, and touched Felix's head. He proceeded to take a deep breath, and his eyes would wander around the room. His hatred would reflect in the depths of his eyes, and every syllables he said was crucial. He was running out of time, and if Aldritch knew, there were no chances of him redeeming himself-

"I could make them hate you." He said conversationally. "Agree to my terms and you walk away with three. Disagree, and I'll have them tear you to shreds before the same fate befall them."

Sneering, he would stroke Ira's hair, and lean closer to her ear, gauging Aldritch's reaction. "I would say hello to her for you. Tell her, 'he died a tragic death.'" He said softly.

He held up a knife, and examined it idly, but he was alert; too alert, as he watched.

A few beeping sounds would ensue, as a blinding light will encase the both of them. Nothing could be heard--everything was just a blend of soft murmurs. After a while, a huge, metal case would preoccupy his vision when Aldritch opened his eyes. The voices were louder now, and he left his body upon a bed once more.

After a few seconds, he would hear a familiar, female voice. It was irritable, brisk, and commanding. Murmurs drowned her voice out, before she repeated herself once more--this time louder than before.

"Just let him out already. He passed."

A hand would push the metal casing off him, and the cuffs that were clamped upon his wrists softened their harsh grip. The cuffs on his legs would gradually soften, and he would find himself surrounded by muttering scientists that were scribbling furiously upon their clipboards.

One thing was certain--Ira would stand there, and raise an eyebrow curiously at him. After a few seconds, she would finally stick her hand out to help him up, before mentions of his passing of the mental simulation they had made him endure were said. More voices rose, and he would see his heartbeat monitored carefully to ensure that there were no lasting damage done.

"Welcome back, Snow White."