Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2021 15:22:54 GMT -6
The ashes parted for Carter, the fog leaving a pleasant entry which dissipated as he stepped into the realm. Eyes narrowed (as far as they could, of course) with a smug tenacity as ear-splitting laughter rang throughout the halls, which were devoid of any life aside for the Entity's rats that scuttled around the floors.
In his hands he held a vile, filled to the brim with a firey-orange liquid that sizzled and bubbled furiously, spilling over at the seams where the faulty 'lid' was thrown on - the lid being a piece of cloth he had nabbed from the floor. His memories of the... event were scarce; the most notable recollection being tossed in a dimly lit room and god-forsaken events following.
What good did overthinking do, anyhow? Herman typically failed to find a reason to recall what happened, though he'd be a damn liar to say he wasn't dying to know the exact reactions the serum gave. Seeing as it caused an amnesia of sorts was enough to enthrall his twisted mind, and though he was unwilling to go through the hell again, he wanted to use it somehow.
So, it just to happened that Herman had stolen some of the precious serum that the Blight had used.
In all honesty, the Doctor was afraid of Talbot; a hatred so loudly spoken yet a deep fear that he kept to himself. He was almost envious of his relationship with the Entity, as well as his strength. He dared not to actively get in his way unless he wanted something from him - the less interaction, the better.
So why would he steal something; it was unheard of, and the Doctor himself could hardly believe he had done it. A surge of adrenaline shot through him like electricity, continuing to obnoxiously laugh to himself as he walked to his office.
It was while he was walking that he began to recall the past events – the agony was immeasurable, far more excruciating than when he quite literally had electrified wires sewn in and out of his skin. Thinking of it caused him to seethe slightly with anger, his laughter turning into silence aside from his now ragged breathing.
No need to overthink, he spoke under his breath, patience running thin. It felt as though he were walking for hours, excitement now fogging his mind with a euphoria-induced haze; he finally had the serum all to himself. The sadistic ideas of experimenting on them, just as Blight had did to he... oh, it made him go wild. How did it affect the brain? How did it affect their mind?
The laughter returned as he closed the door behind him.
In his hands he held a vile, filled to the brim with a firey-orange liquid that sizzled and bubbled furiously, spilling over at the seams where the faulty 'lid' was thrown on - the lid being a piece of cloth he had nabbed from the floor. His memories of the... event were scarce; the most notable recollection being tossed in a dimly lit room and god-forsaken events following.
What good did overthinking do, anyhow? Herman typically failed to find a reason to recall what happened, though he'd be a damn liar to say he wasn't dying to know the exact reactions the serum gave. Seeing as it caused an amnesia of sorts was enough to enthrall his twisted mind, and though he was unwilling to go through the hell again, he wanted to use it somehow.
So, it just to happened that Herman had stolen some of the precious serum that the Blight had used.
In all honesty, the Doctor was afraid of Talbot; a hatred so loudly spoken yet a deep fear that he kept to himself. He was almost envious of his relationship with the Entity, as well as his strength. He dared not to actively get in his way unless he wanted something from him - the less interaction, the better.
So why would he steal something; it was unheard of, and the Doctor himself could hardly believe he had done it. A surge of adrenaline shot through him like electricity, continuing to obnoxiously laugh to himself as he walked to his office.
It was while he was walking that he began to recall the past events – the agony was immeasurable, far more excruciating than when he quite literally had electrified wires sewn in and out of his skin. Thinking of it caused him to seethe slightly with anger, his laughter turning into silence aside from his now ragged breathing.
No need to overthink, he spoke under his breath, patience running thin. It felt as though he were walking for hours, excitement now fogging his mind with a euphoria-induced haze; he finally had the serum all to himself. The sadistic ideas of experimenting on them, just as Blight had did to he... oh, it made him go wild. How did it affect the brain? How did it affect their mind?
The laughter returned as he closed the door behind him.