Chapitre 3: chapter 3 discharge
The dim light cast eerie shadows across the darkened room, illuminating the table at its center, whose surface was marred by the stains of unspeakable horrors. Chained to its unforgiving embrace lay a teenage girl, Her eyes were ruby-red, burning with defiance and hatred toward her capturer. Her long black hair cascaded like a veil over the cold metal, a stark contrast against her pallid, porcelain skin. Yet, despite the agony etched upon her features, there remained a fierce determination in her gaze, a defiance that refused to be extinguished.
Zarek, the embodiment of malevolence, stood over her with a wicked grin, his dark intentions laid bare for all to see. "Now, now, my little vampire, no struggling," he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "Fuck you," the girl hissed through gritted teeth as she strained against the chains, the harsh metal digging into her wrists. Zarek's response was swift and merciless, a wave of his hand sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through her veins, her screams echoing off the cold stone walls. "Now why did you have to be so rude?" Zarek asked, feigning hurt in his tone, his lips curling into a cruel sneer as he watched the girl struggle. "I was going to numb the pain, but since you're such a brat, you will feel every single thing that is about to happen to you," he mocked, malice dripping from his voice.
Zarek approached with chilling calm, his hand closing around a gleaming scalpel, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. With cruel precision, he pressed the scalpel against her delicate skin, each incision drawing forth a fresh cascade of blood, the metallic scent thick in the air. The girl's screams pierced the silence, a symphony of agony that reverberated through the darkness.
Yet, for Zarek, her suffering was but a twisted melody, a symphony of pain that fed his insatiable hunger for power. With each cut and each anguished cry, his smile grew wider, and his eyes were alight with a perverse pleasure." That's it, scream for me," he cooed, his voice a twisted lullaby. "Let me hear your beautiful voice." But amidst the torment and the darkness that threatened to consume her, the girl's spirit remained unbroken. "Fuck you, psychopath." She screamed with fiery hatred at him, her eyes piercing into his soulless void as she spat in his face.
This only earned a sharp cut to the abdomen before Zarek chuckled darkly at her rebellion, his precision making quick work of her chest, leaving white bones visible to the air around them. His cruelty knew no bounds as he plunged his hands into the gaping wound, his fingers grasping onto her rib cage. The pain finally made the poor girl lose consciousness. Her head hung low on her chest, her long hair concealing her face as her breathing became shallow. Zarek pulled on her rib cage, cracking the bones open with his strength and breaking her sternum, before grabbing the scalpel again to slowly and methodically cut out her still-beat heart.
Zarek grinned maniacally as he raised the bloody organ, still dripping with blood. "Ah, this would be a marvelous ingredient," he cackled. Zarek turned around and left the room, her heart dripping blood on the ground, leaving a trail. He walked down a dark hallway, the only sound being the sound of his boots hitting the hard floor of the corridor. After several twists and turns, he found his way to a room full of glass beakers and test tubes filled with unknown substances.
In the middle, a lone cauldron sat atop a fire, heating the contents inside. Zarek pulled out the heart, tossing it into the mixture as it sizzled and bubbled as he added in the unknown ingredients that were lying around the room. Once he was done, he looked into the cauldron and waited patiently. The dark brew began to change color; it started as a deep crimson, then, in moments, shifted into a sickly greenish glow.Suddenly the mixture began to bubble violently and started to overflow. "ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHH," he screamed with rage at this failure to complete the ritual to achieve true immortality.
He threw the cauldron on the ground, shattering it into a million pieces with his anger-filled fury as he trashed the whole room. After the outburst ended, he sat on the floor, panting as he gathered the remaining of his wits. His fists grab his dark hair as he sighs deeply. "I was so close," he whispers. "I just need a new ingredient; " he muttered with angered frustration. "Yes, that boy is the key. The boy is the missing ingredient. I just know it." "Soon, my precious ingredient, soon," he whispers to himself while a sinister smile forms on his face.
The first ray of light filtering through the window announced the dawn of a new day as the chirping of birds filtered into the hospital room. With a groan, Rowan stirred from his slumber, the remnants of last night fading into a dream-like haze. The events from the previous night seemed surreal, like a figment of his imagination. Looking around his room, he notices nothing unusual before shaking his head vigorously, dismissing it as an oddity caused by his mind's need for entertainment in such a sterile environment. He flips on the TV, letting the chatter from the morning news program fill the room with a sense of normalcy.
"Today's top story is the violent assault of a young teenage girl last night just outside the downtown area. A picture of a young teenage girl came up on the screen; the picture was of a girl around his age. She had raven black hair and ruby eyes that seemed to be looking straight at him, with pale skin and lips that held a rosy color to them. "The victim's name was Angela Burrow; she was found missing her heart," the newscaster reports solemnly. "This is just one of many attacks that have taken place in this town so far this month.
The police suspect a serial killer. Authorities urge people to stay indoors at night and to remain alert." The news anchors continued on to other topics. Disturbed by the news, Rowan flicks through the channels before ending on the Animal Planet channel, where they were showing a documentary on panthers. While he was watching the program, he couldn't help but think of the woman in his dream; her eyes were the same shade of green as the panthers.
"Rowan," Lacey's voice called out to him, pulling him away from his thoughts as he smiled up at her. "Hello, Lacey," he greeted, his voice tender with affection as his little sister's face lit up with excitement. Her brown eyes were shining with enthusiasm as she held up her book bag and showed him his book was in it. "Lookie Rowan I brought your book so we can read together," she giggled with a skip in her step. Lacey made her way over to his bed, climbing up to sit beside him. "Oh, did you pick it up for me?" Rowan asked curiously as she nodded her head eagerly. "Yes, I know how much you love your books," she answered. "Thank you, princess," he smiled, leaning down to kiss her on the head softly while adjusting his glasses that were slipping down his nose.
"Where is mom?" he asked the little blonde girl. "Oh, she had to go talk to the doctors," Lacey replied innocently. "Mommy said you will be able to leave today," she added with a smile as Rowan responded with an equal amount of happiness at the news. "That is great," he exclaimed. "Now how about that book?" he suggested, gesturing towards Lacey's backpack with a chuckle.
Rowan and Lacey were enjoying each other's company while waiting for their mother to finish talking with the doctor. Their conversation was interrupted when the door to his room opened. "How are we feeling today?" the familiar voice of the doctor sounded out as he entered the room. Mrs. Adam was following behind him, carrying a stack of papers. "Better," Rowan replied politely, giving him a smile as he glanced at his mother. "You know you are truly a mystery, young man," the doctor stated with a friendly laugh.
"From what we can tell so far, everything seems to be in working order," he said, his tone conveying his confusion as he glanced at Mrs. Adams before focusing on the teen. "You are given the all clear to leave, but if you feel any chest pains, come in immediately." The doctor explained holding Rowan's chart before he put it back on the end of his bed. "Okay, I will," Rowan agreed easily, flashing his mother a reassuring grin. "Now I assume you would want these discharge papers signed?" Mrs. Adam asked, turning towards Dr. Green with a lighthearted tone in her voice. "Yes, Mrs. Adams," the doctor answered before he turned around, heading for the door. "If you'll excuse me, I have another patient to tend to," he said, pausing at the door before exiting.
"Are you ready to go, Rowan?" she asked, gathering all the papers together and signing them. "I am ready as ever," he said, putting on his jacket and grabbing Lacey's small hand. "Let's go home," he chimed, looking down at Lacey. After saying goodbye to the staff at the hospital, Rowan's family all piled into the car. The sun was bright as they pulled out of the parking lot, heading home. Rowan glanced out the window at the passing buildings as they drove past. "It sure is a pretty day," he thought to himself, watching the clouds drift in the sky above.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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