The Voice of F.E.A.R.

//Over and out.

#commence hibernation

The Cell: Closed

She heard her cell door open and hope flooded through her body. She sat up and looked to the door and the new found hope shriveled, fear replacing it as she saw who was standing there. Fear replaced the bright feeling, darkening it and making her eyes go wide. The man was frightening, black liquid oozing down his face and the shadow soldiers that flanked him leered down at her as well. She felt her heart stutter and her anxiety spiked.

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He stood before her, casting a long and menacing shadow over her form. "You'll do.." he said ominously, his dark eyes showing no humanity what so ever, the back trickling down his chin and down his throat, dripping from his Adams apple when it bobbed with anticipation.

"Haul her up" he simply said, loudly, walking away then, his foot steps heard echoing down the hall. The two Soldiers looked at one another with hollow eyes and snarled in an almost delighted tone. They lunged at her violently, snarling and hissing, their cold hands grabbing her arms, tight enough to leave bruises. They hauled her up and began dragging her to a small bolted door at the back. Others had entered that room...and many of them never left.

The Cell: Closed

Aelia was curled up in a dark corner of her dank cell. The guards had refused to bring her food for the last five days and she had only had a couple sips of water in the same time. She coughed, the force shaking her entire body and it felt like her throat had been ripped open. She groaned softly and curled up more, trying to retain at least a little body heat in the cold. This was hell.

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The Voice of F.E.A.R. had been cooped up in his quarters all week. He had grown weary, frustrated, impatient. The faith of the City was in his hands and it was cracking, slipping through his bony, white digits, like sand. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat. he was hacking up more black ooze than usual. He was stressed and it was tearing him apart.

He needed a distraction. He needed to externalise his pain so that it would lessen in himself. He finally decided to make some poor prisoners life a living hell more so than it already was. He needed to see red. Splashes and thick lines of red to ease his torment. Yes, he would pick someone young, someone who stank of fear. Yes, that would satisfy him.

He made his way to the dungeons with two Shadow Soldiers flanking his sides. He walked with determination, in times like this he felt truly powerful. He felt like a God. but he mustn't think such thoughts...in case some other deity grew jealous.

The doors opened and let the light flood into the dark cells, he paced up and down like a black tiger, all the sobbing and crying having gone silent due to his presence. The others knew what a visit like this meant for some poor unfortunate amongst them.

He stopped by her prison cell. She was new, young...and shook with fear. He stood there then, waiting for her to notice him, he had chosen her. She was going to suffer..

slobbering

An Impatient Summons

All fell silent. He felt nothing, heard nothing.

Without any warning, the dark pool cracked and clapped as the dark waters parted and roared upwards, showering droplets everywhere. With it came Her enraged roar.

And there She was, emerged from deep within the black pool in all Her gold and red glory saturated with night from the deep. She lunged and moved right to him, slamming Her talon-tipped hands down upon the edge of the pool where he knelt, Her pale face coming close to his own.

“You can try harder! I chose you and gave you purpose, why do you not fulfill it? Torture these scouts you find, show them pieces of their own rotten flesh until they break! Are you not fit enough to do your duty?" She screamed at him with in animalistic tones, Her eyes flashing sickly white and black blood spluttering from Her full lips, spraying over his face.

She glared in to his eyes a moment before She blinked. All at once, Her anger dissolved to be replaced with pained affection for him. She lowered Her head a touch with a sorrowful sigh.

"Why must you disappoint me so? You know how I hate to be resentful towards you… I hate to scream at you…" She told him quietly in softer tones that showed aching and Human tenderness.

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He shut his eyes when she screamed at him, his hood fell down around his shoulders and his jet black hair came atad undone. His ears rang from her screams and his head ached. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her.

His pale face showed the sickness of her Order, his face that was now dripping in black blood, mixed with his own, showing clearly against his pallid skin. He blinked at her slowly, fearing to speak.

Once she had showed her softness he calmed slightly, his eyes holding her gaze now. "I do not mean to disappoint you My Mother...I...I have tortured them...it's their Leader...he inspired such...Loyalty in them...they do not break..we've tried...I've even seen to it personally.." he spoke, barely above a whisper, his lips moving quickly, fluttering with speech. He looked at his gloved hands while he spoke but when he was finished he looked upon her again.

An Impatient Summons

All was still and silent in the Shrine, strangely so, as if nothing had happened. But the tense air in there told differently. The Serpentine Mother was livid and running out of patience.

She watched as he came to Her and knelt before Her. It did not please Her at all this time to see him kneel at Her Altar. And nor did his talk.

Echoes all around him, in the air, in his skull… whispers of Her discontent that were clear only to him. Only he knew the secrets behind Her speech in tongues.

Progress has been slow for too long now. Why is this?

And why do you speak to the Leader when it bears nothing of use? What have you learned?

You are growing soft… it vexes me…

There came a soft growl through the air, like a beast were showing it’s distrust and hunger. He felt Her eyes, somewhere, boring in to him expectantly.

The candles gave a flicker, casting shadows all around the bare walls that all seemed to take her shape before melting in to formless shades once more.

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He felt sick, he stayed on his knees, his head bowed, his shoulders slumped. He wasn't moving, he was afraid to, he could feel The Mothers rage, he could feel her eyes, her power. He often loathed having been chosen for this task.

He listened to her and steadied himself. Ooze trickled down his mouth as it often did, uncontrollably during times of stress. He knew it was useless to have spoken to The Leader, but he needed to, he felt that need within him and he acted impulsively.

"I know now that my efforts in contacting the leader was futile..it wasted time. But our main downfall is that we do not know their location. We have captured scouts way out in the desert, they tell us nothing. We have sent patrols...those have either come back with nothing or not come back at all..." his hands trembled. He snarled in his head that The Thief had not contacted him, maybe she died in the heat.

"What more can I do sweet Mother??"

An Impatient Summons

Rebels… Wild Ones… Legion…

They are proving to be much stronger than originally thought… too much time is being spent on them, as a hand blindly grasping for the thorn caught under the flesh.

They ought to be dead by now… yet they live. Their leader still keeps them alive somehow… this should not be. By his voice, he is young and youth means foolishness, it means easily corruptible. Not so with this one.

It should be easy, yet the Voice declares it hard. He speaks to this leader when he ought to be hunting him. It should be done… why isn’t it done? Why? WHY.

An inhuman scream shook the walls of Her candlelit Shrine and echoed down many corridors, chilling bones and curdling souls, until it finally rested within the ear of the Voice and gave a twist of his skull.

She had not said a word in an age. Now She called to him again.

You will come to me and lay your knees at my altar… you will come and bring me your reasons for not doing as you ought… and they had better be good.

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The first of F.E.A.R. had been dozing in his large chair infront of his even larger desk, but his slumber was soon interrupted. He jumped, waking with a shock, hearing a voice he had not heard in many days. As he jumped his breath caught in his throat and he began to cough, choke, his heart had frozen in his chest and he could feel his legs shake.

He coughed and gagged sharply as a large glob of black ooze rose from his throat and splattered all over his desk. It trickled all down his chin and throat as he now tried to calm himself.

I havn't done enough. She is going to have my head!She'll consume me..is this how it ends? Is this the end of my rein? Is this to be my end.

He began to regain composure, he needed to if he was to meet with The Mother. He stood up and wiped his mouth as best he could, he left his Servants to clean up the thick mess as he made his way to the Shrine.

The candles were lit all over the shrine and the black pool infront was still. He went to the shrine and fell to his knees, all others were made to leave. He was alone there, on his knees. "Great Mother...here my call. I have come as commanded, as your Voice. Progression has been slow..those we have captured are not given their brethren up, even under torture..I have sent a spy to find them, Thy Will Be Done...and soon..".

The City and the Abode of F.E.A.R.

Appearing how the box which Pandora opened may have appeared. And like that very box, while much Darkness lies within, there is also something much more inside.

There is Hope.

Remain safe in the knowledge that the City is your Only Hope for survival.

F.E.A.R. is your Only Hope.

||The Proposition|| The Thief & The Voice||

She watched the line distractedly before nodding, “Deal…” She wrung her hands nervously and looked down at the floor, not wanting him to see the hope blooming in her eyes. She didn’t know how she was going to get through the desert, but if it meant she would forgiven and allowed back, then she would do whatever it took.

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"Perfect" he exclaimed and clapped his hands together. At that signal the Shadow Soldiers clasped their icy hold hands on her again and dragged her away.

* * *

The next morning four Shadow Soldiers walked the Thief to the outland borders that surrounded the city. Scouts and Look outs that were posted around the area all watched her. The Soldiers handed her a small bag with alittle food and an even smaller amount of water. Then they offered her the small two way radio that could be concealed in her clothing. They walked her even further and pushed her roughly, growling again in a tone that only meant "go".

She was on her own now.

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||The Proposition|| The Thief & The Voice||

She looked at him confused, “What happens when I find them? Will I get to come back?” She anxiously hoped that she would be let back into her home. Wandering around the desert for the rest of her short life did not sound appealing, she hadn’t even been assigned a partner for crying out loud. There was still so much left for her.

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He smiled again at her, but it was dripping with menace. Just before he spoke a small trickle of thick black ooze ran down the side of his mouth. He didn't seem to notice.

"Once I deploy my Shadow Army to destory them all...we will collect you...and bring you home.." He didn't know if he would do this, he might just kill her with the rest since she would be exposed to their corrupting ideals. He'd have to mull it over. "deal?" he asked, the ooze now making its way past his jaw and down his throat.

||The Proposition|| The Thief & The Voice||

She watched with something close to regret, but she also knew that if she sat down, she wouldn’t be able to get up again and she didn’t want to be that close to him. She forced herself to block out his behavior and focus on his words, shocked that he wasn’t going to kill her.

"Wh-what do you mean? Wh-what do you want from me? I have nothing to give… I think that’s obvious since I was arrested for stealing…" she didn’t mean to back chat, but her surprise was letting her tongue become loose.

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He furrowed his brow at her outburst and a soft rubbing sound was heard when his glove handed clenched. He let it go and took a soft, deep breath. "You may or may not know that there are terrorist traitors hiding in the desert some where.." he knew that the majority of the cities people were unaware of the Wild Ones and The Legion Of The Black due to his misinformation campaign. "I do not expect that you will find them, however if you do I want you to immediately send me your location. Don't just wander aimlessly. Remember your steps. You will have one of a personal two way radio set that you must only use once to tell me their location. If you fail to find them...you will die. Simple.."

He smiled at her then, he hoped that she would find them, but the thought of her achieving what he could not stirred mild anger in his bones. If he heard no word, she was most liekly dead. This was enough for him.

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5''7. 32 years old. Covered in tattoos. Black hair in quiff. Chain smoker. Hazel eyes. Loves music, literature and hating on Christianity.

No. Because I don’t date tar-spittin’, angry, locked-away-like-a-Disney-princess virgins.

How DARE YOU!

//reblogging because dude, that is the fucking funniest thing that's come out of your mouth today. Seriously. Your wit. I can't handle this dude over here!

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❤

You have nice cheek bones and eyes, I’ll give you that…

*Inside the mind*

Omg, he is beautiful, he is angelic in all his glory. His cheek bones have been carved from artists hands, his eyes are the deep colour of the ocean, wild and serene. His hair is the blackest jet and his body screams to be touched.

*hyperventilates*

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||The Proposition|| The Thief & The Voice||

She cried out softly in pain and went limp for a second before her muscles tightened again as she met The Voice’s eyes, his voice sending shivers down her spine. She thanked whatever higher being as the Soldiers let her go, starting to regain feeling in her arms.

"I won’t fight… But I would prefer to stand," her voice was soft and gave no hint to the dread that was building inside of her chest. She wrapped her arms around herself and licked her dry lips as she watched him pour the glass, her tongue not wet enough to relieve the ache and sting in her lips.