Terrible Stain (Open)

[crimson]

*Blood trickled out from under the bedroom door marked 'Hell hath no wrath like a Crimson disturbed'. Inside, a deep red cacoon hung in the air, attached to web-like vines of hardened but bendable blood. A pale light shown from inside the cacoon, allowing the form of a hunched-over body to be seen. Cracks kept opening up on the outside of the cacoon as the body moved barely inches. From the cracks oozed liquidy blood, seeping down to the bloodstained floor.*

*The room contained no bed, no desk, no cases for books. It was simply a large room, not even a light fixture on the ceiling. As of this moment, the only light could be seen from under the door crack from outside, and from within the cacoon that kept swaying.*

*All at once, a loud shrill sound came from within the room and, more precisely, from within the cacoon. Bits of the cacoon broke off with blood pouring out like rivers of water. The blood splashed on the floor, the hardened blood clattering as it met the floor. Just as fast as the voice screamed, it stopped and an eerie silence followed. But just as the mutants on the island started feeling less creaped out, a loud shattering sound disturbed the peace. A thump sounded and blood gushed out from under the door. A mix of quiet sobs and laughter escaped through the door, along with the sound of liquid sloshing around.*

[victor]

Karnak wandered the ruins after his meeting with Shadow, taking in the sights of his new home as well as finding a suitable room for himself. His curiosity was driven towards a nearby hallway that many others were running from. A smile grew on his face as he approached it, hearing the sound of an egg cracking. His foot stepped in something liquid, and he looked down to see that it was blood.

His attention was brought back to the noise as a terrible, spine chilling scream came, followed by a crazed mixture of sobs and laughter. He chuckled, finding further interest in the source of the noise. He continued to follow the "trail" of blood that seemed to pour out more before the scream and laughter, judging it was coming from the source. He finally came up to the door, reading the warning placed upon it with interest. He bent down, dipping his finger into the blood and putting it to his tongue. It indeed was like normal blood, but in a way it was different. The taste was intriguing to him and he couldn't help but feel more curious about it's source. He knew whatever was behind this door would either sense him or come out to see him, and he was willing and ready to greet it.

[crimson]

*Crimson could feel a presence on the other side of the door, a presence with a steady heart beat. She went silent and studied the being outside her doorway. She examined the blood cells, and determined it was a male she had never met. Slowly, Crimson regained her strength and stood. Her body, completely void of clothing, was drenched in thick red blood. To her it felt like a warm blanket of protection. She placed one foot in front of the other, stumbling back to the ground and chuckling. She had not used these muscles for months and they were weak. So, concentrating ever so hard, she commanded her blood to reinforce her muscles and forced herself up again.*

*The man outside fascinated her, considering he did not run like the others. A million ways to frighten him ran through her mind and she smirked. Once she was standing, Crimson locked her mind on the blood cells inside his body and gripped them. His body would feel rigid and feel like his inside were turning to sludge. She allowed the cells to continue their work, but at a pace commanded by her. Sloshing sounds approached the door and the handle turned. It creaked open a tiny bit and out gushed more blood, coving the mans feet. Before him stood a blood-drenched woman, the blood starting to seperate and show her light skin.*

[victor]

He began to hear more noises, more sloshing around and even chuckling. Whatever this creature was, it was something that was catching his interest more and more. As he stood there, he could feel his blood began to slow and his body become rigid and sluggish. Was he frightened? Not at all, instead he found this to be humorous and even smile. He enjoyed pain and fear, being driven mad had given him the advantage to not be affected by fear or any other kind of emotion. When the door opened slowly, causing more blood to come forth, he stood the best he could and waited for the form to appear.

Before him stood a woman dressed in nothing but the blood that now covered her. She was indeed enchanting in his eyes, though he was sure that others would run from her without a second thought. He just bowed low infront of her, staying there for only a few moments before standing again, watching the blood slowly make its way down her form. He looked down at his own shoes, now covered in blood. He still just smirked, looking back up to the woman infront of him.

"Crimson, I presume?"

[crimson]

*Crimson's gray eyes hung low, as if she were gazing at the floor. But her eyes were wide, her face pointed at his. This man assumed her name and was correct. And he was not frightened. She felt his heart beat and respected the steadiness of the loud booming. Blood kept dripping off her body slowly, making thundering sounds of liquid on liquid. A mutant at the end of the hall was breathing quickly, his heart beat quickening. Crimson's head shook in pain as the sounds became too much for her for a mere second but regained herself. She had gotten too used to silence that all these sounds being magnified by 20 were a shock.*

*Crimson's eyes flew up to focus on the man in front of her and his body would feel as if every function stopped. Without difficulty, his insides fluidly made his body side step out of her way. She delicately stepped outside the door and stared at the opposite wall. She turned her head to Victor, placed a half-bloodied hand on the side of his face, and smiled. A grating but beautiful voice rumbled out of the figure in front of him.*

"You are a strong body. I respect you, worm."

*Crimson removed her hand, leaving a residue of blood to drip down his chin. She headed down the other end of the hall toward the showers and where her clothes had been left while she hibernated.*

[victor]

She definely was an enchanting woman, and the blood that dripped form her form and pounded against the pool that continued to spread across the floor. He looked towards the cowaring mutant and smirked, watching the shivering mess as it took off down the hall in fear. He then turned his attention back to Crimson as he felt his body become rigid and move out of her way. He was actually entertained by this, easily putting things together that she could control the blood of anything she focused on. When she touched his cheek, her hand was warm to the touch, and her compliment only made him smile.

"And to be respected by such beauty is a pleasure indeed."

As she removed her hand from his cheek, he took it gently and brought it too his lips, kissing the bloodstained wrist before letting it go. He escorted her to the showers, not taking another step inside so as to give her her privacy. He touched the stain on his cheek and looked at the blood with interest. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of blood was used in her creation as he licked the blood he obtained from her wrist from his lips. His interest in her was growing.

[crimson]

*Crimson was confused when he took her hand and kissed it. She knew of the strange custom, but had never had it happen to her. For a split second, she relaxed. This man did not fear her, but neither was he her enemy. But then she tensed again. It was better for others to fear her, for that gave her power over them. The only being she would allow to have power over her was Shadow, no one else.*

*As Crimson left for her destination, the man had the gall to speak to her back. She almost turned to acknowledge the fool, but what he said made her stop in her bloodied tracks. 'Beauty' he called her. Never in her life had she been called beautiful by another being. 'Dreadful' or 'terrible', but never that word. If this man was trying to get on her good side, he would be rather dissappointed. Crimson had no good side, at least not that she knew of. She started toward the room again, though was a little irritated that Victor followed her and stayed outside. But, caring little for what he did, she let him be.*

*While Crimson had been asleep, she had had some of the lower mutants scour the world for necessary components of a new 'outfit'. Her old uniform had been to 'cute' and did not pose enough fear into the hearts of her victims. As she walked up to her locker, blood was stripped from her skin and hair, staining the walls and lockers around. Her locker door opened easily enough and within were neatly folded black cloth with other necessary accesories.*

*Crimson walked out of the door, her presence imposing. Her long purple hair had been shorn to chest length and, because it had been soaking in blood for the past few months, had become a light blood-red. Black blouse, black pants she could move in, and black belts to hang her foot-long iron nails; she was ready to kill.*

[victor]

He smiled as he continued to follow her as she entered the shower room. He smirked and continued his own way down the hall and towards his own room. He thought about how she looked as she stepped out of her room and the power she had over him. He couldn't help but wonder how she would react to his own power, being able to control the dead from the smallest bug to the biggest mammal. He entered his room and looked around, seeing his bed and closet which is all he really wanted.

After grabbing a few things he made his way out and began to steadily wander the halls. He was curious about this new place he called home and what this place held for him. He knew from Shadow's warning that there were very few places he was suppose to travel, but that didn't mean he couldn't have something else travel those areas for him. He looked around for a creature who had managed to become unfortunate enough to get in the way. It so happened there was a large rat who was the victim of what looked like someone testing their powers. He smirked, holding out his hand and focusing on the small creature. A few moments and the rat began to move and stand, looking to Victor before continuing the exploration Victor couldn't.