Containment {RP thread}

"D***, I don't think Harold is ever coming back.", he said to himself,"Come on squad we're moving out, the rest of you, stay here!", they went down the main hall, and found a shocking find, a wounded man,"Johnson you think you can save him?", Winters asked,"Nothing's impossible.", he said as he started working on him.

((Lolnope, your screwed))
Delta flashed up onto the roof, and quickly crawled away. He had heard a screech.
They shouldn't screech, or the ballet dancer might find them . . .

((I've got a character with minor first aid training. About it : P))

((No, I do not think...))

Heckler slowly crawled through the shaft the skeletal monster went through, his slimy body making no noise as they slipped through the tight space. Lifting his neck through the hole, he looked left and right before looking straight down, his mouth opening widely, his tongue unrolling and hanging in the air, just a bit above an average man's height. The mucus on the long appendage dripped to the ground in slow drops as his red eyes stared creepily at the officials.

((Doesn't somebody have a medic char?))

"Gah!"
Jonah, and Richard said, in unison. They had a few bandages, and such. Jonah, scrambled, and got a bandage, and covered the wound. Jonah tried to help Sark up, and Richard tried to as well.
"We need real medics, meds, and equipment. There's gotta be some down here."
Jonah muttered. Richard nodded in agreement, and then, began to broadcast on an open frequencies.
"Anybody out there? We need assistance. There's somebody with us, and he's hurt badly. C'mon, somebody, please. Help, respond, something..."
The broadcast stated, on an open frequency.

The creature's arm slid out of Sark's abdomen, and in a flash, the monster clambered up the wall and scurried off on the ceiling.
Sark groaned, and tried to say something, but all that came out was a gurgle as more and more blood ran from his mouth. If he didn't get help soon, he would soon die from blood loss.

"What the he-"
Jonah muttered, before looking at Sark. Jonah's pulse spiked, and he nudged Richard, who looked up.
"Oh God! We gotta save him!"
Richard yelled, as he sprinted towards the creature, with his knife drawn. Jonah followed, and reached Sark. He tried to pull the "arm" from Sark's body.

Sark heard a noise. It sounded like voices. Human voices. He lowered his flashlight and began walking towards the source of the voices. He reached a long hallway, and on the other side of the wall was Richard and Jonah. Sark slowly crept through the corridor, careful not to alert any creatures. He finally reached the entrance to the other hallway, but just as he glimpsed Richard and Jonah, and howled and dropped down in front of him, spearing him in the stomach with one of it's long, skeleton arms.
"Help!" was all Sark managed to mutter before blood began pouring from his mouth.

"Oh god! Richard, are you alright?!"
Jonah screeched as he scrambled over to Richard. Luckily, Richard's suit didn't seem to be damaged.
"Yeah, just dandy. Though, I may need a change in pants."
Richard said, coughing, and laughing. Jonah pat him on the back. And laughed too.
"That thing, it kinda looked like the Cap, eh?"
Jonah said, sitting against a wall. Richard nodded, in silence. Jonah assumed it was for the best. Richard had just faced the creature face-to-face. It seemed intense. Richard, was sweating beneath his armor, and his pulse was high. Jonah, was still a bit dizzy.

Sark crept through a series of dark corridors, both hands gripping a flashlight. His many years with Serbian war-criminals, and American special operation forces, taught him to show no fear, though they didn't face what he was facing. Mutated creatures inhabited the facility, and ever so often, a shriek or a howl would echo throughout the building.
He didn't show any fear, or at least he tried not to, but inside, he was trembling like a little child. He shook the nightmarish images out of his head, and continued patrolling the winding hallways.

Vladimir didn't find it all that difficult to cycle thru the data that was presented on the monitor, he rarely found technology to be difficult for him to grasp. From what he could gather the facility he had been dropped in was a type of research and testing complex for various chemical agents and medical cures, the foremost of these being a cure for cancer. There were some files about failures of the many attempts to perfect a cure but much of them had been blacked out or redacted.

A thought crossed Vladimir's mind as he glanced over to the white haired girl, her hospital gown giving him an idea. He pulled up a search tool to sort thru the various files and reports, inputting a chain of keywords and phrases that might get him something on the girl. Sure enough, after a few minutes of sorting thru the results, he found what he was looking for.

The majority of the girl's report had been redacted or classified as 'Level 6 Clearance Required' so he only had a tiny bit to work with. He did however find out her 'Subject ID' as well as the name the staff members of the complex were prone to calling her, 'Snow White'. That and her apparently muteness which would explain quite a bit about why he hadn't heard her cry out when she was being attacked by whatever that thing from before was.

He turned off the monitor and faced the girl, who was staring at him with a cautious look on her face. The two of them had quite a bit of talking to do. Well, he did at least.

Delta crawled above the horrified guard, Harold, and dropped to the floor.
He tapped him on the should with his arm, and Harold slowly turned around.
He was rewarded with a sword in his face.

Heckler crawled quickly through the halls, his slithering body going faster than ever. He heard a muffle noise from the ventilation shaft, and easily climbed up to it, the talons on his arms helping with that.

The green hair that generally spikes everywhere on his head was covered in specs of red, and his grinning mouth added to his already terrifying image. He silently slithered through the shafts, and came upon another monster, but he decided not to get close, considering the vents couldn't hold that much movement. And, after all, he's better at a range. If this monster appeared to be hostile to his own kind, than Heckler will fight.

((Gtg you kill Harold.))

Delta finished his work quickly, and flung the mutilated corpse out of the shaft. It's intestines hook perfectly on a ledge, and the corpse stared gruesomely at the guard, it's eyeballs out of their sockets, it's cut into a blood smile, and various other gruesome acts. . . .

((I will control poor Harold.......))

Harold put the book down,"I think you should see this, it looks like they weren't just looking for a cure to cancer.........Uhhhhhh where did you go.", Harold pulled out his rifle, he heard a muffled sound coming from the ventilation shaft,"Is anyone in there.", he shouted as quietly as he could.

One of the men stooped down, and activated the Logbook of the scientist.
He motioned for the other to stand guard, and then hooked the book into his helmet.
Delta took his chance, and crept up on the guard, and swung down, stabbing him, instantly killing him. He raised the guard up, and stashed him into the ventilation shaft, where he went to work mutilating the body . . .

"Harold, what's taking you so long..........",Winters said to himself, he pulled out a comm-link,"Harold you there.", all he heard was static, so the communication systems didn't work here, that was one more reason for him to want to leave, he began cleaning his shotgun, even though it was in perfect condition, and waited for Harold return.

Delta watched as the two men steadily walked into site, the flashlights on their guns lighting up the hallway in front of them. A beam landed on a dead scientist, leaning against a door, with a logbook on his lap. They continued down the hall, heading for this logbook.
They passed the ventilation shaft.
Delta quickly, but silently, stuck his sabers into the roof, and began to follow them.
They reached the logbook . . ..

Winters loaded his shotgun, his men had set up barracks, motion sensors, guards, or all of the above at the hallways, he was still nervous, he wished Harold would get back soon, he felt blind without knowing the layout of the building.

Delta heard voices and steps coming down the hall, although he couldn't hear what they were saying. He saw the light of a flashlight, and the voices getting louder. He crept deeper into the ventilation shaft. . . .
((For your information, Delta does not eat his victims, he instead mutilates them, and turns them into trophies.))

Subject 367 lifted her arms up in a futile attempt to protect herself from the abomination in front of her, knowing full well that she would be killed. And she would have been, if Vladimir hadn't charged into the creature, his armored shoulder bashing it away to collide with several of the pairs of eyes in the dark. She stared wide eyed at him as the long spike that exited the large 'gauntlet' on his left arm began to course with electricity. "He yelled something, 'Duck!' most likely, before he swing his left arm around and directly at her head.

367 dropped to the floor in an instant, covering her head with both hands as the armored man's strange 'gauntlet' connected with the wall she had just been leaning against. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the sound of the impact sounding oddly muffled, before cracks appeared all along a large ten foot span of the wall. Subject 367 hardly had time to react as the wall began to literally shatter, large chunks of the corridor collapsing and falling about her as tiny tendrils of what looked like electricity swam along the walls surface. Vladimir however was used to the effects of his weapon and wasted no time in grabbing ahold of the girl and dashing back towards where he had originally came from.

He stopped his mad dash thru the complex after about twenty minutes, having reached a door with a sign indicating that it was an administrative office. The girl was hanging limp in his arms by now, though she was still blinking and moving her mouth silently so she was far from dead. Entering the office Vladimir found that there were no bodies inside nor any sign of blood. Just to be safe though, he set the girl down in a swivel chair in the back of the room and, tearing off some fabric from a decorative tapestry hanging on the wall, plugged the only door in, cutting off any light peeking out.

They would be safe where they were for awhile, Vladimir thought, though he would need to keep moving eventually. Something caught Vladimir's eye as he turned to check on the girl. It was a single computer monitor sitting on the desk next to where the white haired girl was curled up on her chair. It looked to be a database of some sort. Further more it looked like it was still logged in.

((Going to bed here. Prob be on .... whenever tomorrow))

((No their was two of them, and plus, Winters men aren't dumb enough to sit in whitewashed rooms alone in a obviously hostile place.

((It could be Harold if you wanted it to be...))

((For some reason I want that NPC to die, oh and their are two of them, just a warning.))

Winters motioned to Jeff,"I want to you to take two men and guard those two side hallways.", Jeff nodded found two soldiers and proceeded with his orders. Winters pulled out his M4, this mission was going to turn out badly, he just knew it.

Delta crawled along the hallway. He had heard sounds from the hangar. He waited, motionless in a ventilation alcove, waiting for the inevitable scout, to be ripped apart . . . .

((Was that Harold?))

Heckler peeked into a room, the white walls shining as if they were new. The door was ajar, and a man, most likely a guard or military officer, was sitting inside, cleaning what seemed to be a gun. The snake mutant silently grinned, opening his mouth to unbelievable heights. His tongue instantly shout out like a bullet, stabbing through the man's unprotected neck, and wrapping around the whole body, making him seem like a pink cacoon.

Heckler cackled insanely, dragging the large body towards his mouth, the powerful tongue lifting the man's body head first, diving him into the dark abyss that was Heckler's stomach. ''YESSSS! Feed meee!'' his screechy voice yelled out as he devoured his meal, blood and small chunks of body filling the room as he ate. Deciding to leave quickly, Heckler slithered out on his green body, the room pouring out blood, through the cracked doorway and busted window...

Winters, the rest of the squad, and two other helicopters full of Delta Force landed in the facilities landing hangar.After exiting the helicopters, they began to unload the supplies,"Harold, go grab a man from one of the other squads and scout the area, we don't want anything sneaking up on us.", Winters commanded,"Roger that sir.", Harold replied, motioning a soldier from another squad and walking down the main hallway."I sure hope they come back in one piece.",he thought to himself,"We don't have any idea what we're up against."

Jonah was with his squad when they were assaulted. He watched as they were all torn apart from each other. Not literally, but the things were driving them away from each other. He saw Joseph, Isaac, Frank, Heinrich, and Jones as they were split into different corridors. Jonah and Richard were together though. Jonah turned the corner, and lost track of Richard. He called out, and that’s when he saw it. It watched him, and struck. The world turned black, and Jonah fell to the floor.
"Jonah!"
The words echoed in Jonah's head, as he slowly came to. Everything was blurry behind his visor. He blinked, and saw another Void Squad member.
"Rich?"
He said, dazed. He looked over, and saw the thing, lying dead on the floor. He chuckled, and then, the next thing he knew, Richard was screaming.
"GET IT OFF OF ME! GET IT OFF!"

Rechtswidrig, stalked the prey. Delicious, succulent prey. That juicy body, just longing to be ripped apart, and sent to the Void. Oh, but Rechtswidrig, would not stop there. Oh no, he would not. Rechtswidrig hungered. And thus, he leaped at the prey. The succulent prey… Rechtswidrig, landed on his target, and all four of his arms came down, hitting the prey. He stopped, it sounded like a familiar voice. Rechtswidrig stopped, and left. The prey was still screaming, perhaps it'd die. Perhaps not. But, it refused to continue. The noise was familiar. It did not like that.

(( wow right when I posted my app all of you left ))

Delta crawled across the ceiling, looking for prey. His limbs made slight metallic sounds, that could easily be mistaken of that of a pipe, every time they landed in the cold ceiling. There had to be a scientist hidden away somewhere. He came upon a door, and heard slight breathing and murmuring within. He crawled into the vent, and observed a man recording a log. He crawled up behind him, and the man turned around, and started screaming. He didn't scream very long. . . .

((Yes, I am very grateful! Also, FIRST!))

Heckler grinned as he slithered along the dark hallways, his gaping mouth opening and closing as his forked tongue waved in the air. Turning the corner, the mutated snake reached out his long, lanky arms, scratching against the marble walls as he climbed to the top of the hall way's roof, now slithering above any prying eyes. The mucus on his tongue dripped to the floor every minute or so, and his tongue dripped down, only a hairs length above an average man's height. . .