She will take you with the Devil’s speed; you’ll never get outta here. You’ll never be free.

[hurtandscared]

Who: Alessa Gillespie and Franken Stein
When: Friday evening
Where: Stein's room, 13C
Summary: Stein cut up Darc. Darc is Alessa's friend. Stein is screwed.
Rating: PG13 - R
Warnings: Silent Hill mind fucks, possible language, violence, vicious little Antichrists.

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[prideofwisdom]

He could feel the heat radiating through his bedroom even in his sleep, but it wasn't until he felt that - was it madness? It certainly felt similar - that he realized something was wrong and snapped awake.

Never in his life did he think a little girl could look so utterly menacing. Even in the dim light, Stein could tell that she had a rather angry look on her face and there was something very wrong with the state of her soul.

But maybe he was just imagining that look of rust and grime around her, and he sighed, hoping that he could keep himself calm and keep the twinge of fear out of his voice. "Alessa, if this is about Darc, I can guarantee he's fine."

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She kicked the ground--it would seem petulant if she were just a normal child, but it pushed her off of it, levitating until she was looming over him, her aura licking his ceiling with fire in her soul.

The door slammed behind her and locked itself.

"I can guarantee, Mr. Stein, that he's not."

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Slowly, carefully, Stein sat up in his bed. He was hoping that by talking to her like an adult, maybe he could calm Alessa back down. "I understand that you're upset," he said eying the girl hovering near his ceiling.

"However... He did say that he'd much rather deal with this himself."

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The heat turned up, the girl floating to his bed, her skin glowing like she was a coal.

"If he could deal with it himself, he would have. I am Judgment and you must be judged."

Her voice didn't belong to a little girl anymore. Maybe it never did. Her hair was flying everywhere, and unlike most people in the facility...

Stein was getting a glimpse of what God really looked like.

[prideofwisdom]

Stein felt a twinge of fear like he hadn't felt since he arrived in the facility. He resisted the urge to try and run out the door, but that would just be embarrassing, not to mention pointless. If she was planning to get violent, he'd find a way to fight, no problem. He'd dealt with hellish little girls before.

"So what are you planning to do, Alessa?" Stein forced himself to roll his eyes. "Tell me I'm eternally damned to hell? You wouldn't be the first to tell me that, and I'd be shocked if I were the last."

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"No."

She floated down until she was only just above his bed, her face inches from his. Her eyes were burning and her breath smelled like smoke--not cigarette smoke, oh no, but the smoke caught in your lungs as you desperately fight to get a breath that will never come.

Then she reached out, cupping his face in her burning hands in a vice grip, some strange form of tenderness in the light way her thumb ran against his scar.

"Eternal sentences come with death."

There was a firm tug on his soul, pulling him in somewhere, and in that moment, he could feel the damned souls in Alessa's mind pulling him in with icy cold hands. For the moment he was still in the mortal world, but it didn't seem like that would last long.

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Stein couldn't quite keep himself from coughing and sputtering as she drew closer. The warmth of her hands were not particularly comforting, though he had wished they would manage to get rid of that chill he'd started to feel and shiver slightly from despite the ambient heat.

Once he felt his soul being tugged away, his typical restrictions of not attacking young girls goes out the window and he reaches a palm out to touch her and hopefully manage to attack her soul and knock her out before she finishes whatever she was trying to accomplish - kill him? No she wouldn't... Right?

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One hand caught his wrist before it touched her, much stronger than it should have been, then she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his forehead.

The kiss felt like fire.

Then he was in a hallway. A school hallway.

Errant sheets of paper covered in scribbles, notes, and equations blew lazily along the recently cleaned floor, an academic tumbleweed. Besides the gentle rustle of the pages, there were no sounds. No chatter, no lectures, no nothing.

Only silence.

Then there's a soft creak. There was a class door right next to him, hanging on its hinges and wobbling gently with the breeze. The scent of blood was coming through that door.

And then he should notice that blood had pooled around him. It covered his clothes, even spattered across his face, and there was a bloodied scalpel in his fist.

He's alone.

[prideofwisdom]

Stein blinked a few times, shaking his head to try and dis-spell this... What he assumed was a hallucination. When it didn't go away, he reached a hand up to his forehead. It still felt warm, but it was debatable whether that was from the blood that had evidently made its way onto his face or from where Alessa kissed him.

Keeping a tight grip on the scalpel the he was mercifully holding, he took a few cautious steps into the classroom, slowly pulling open the door. He stared at the bloody footprints he was trailing behind him. If someone - or something - was trying to look for him, they'd have no real problem following. Even without the footprints, a few drops of blood fell onto the floor from his clothes anyway.

He was alone, sure, but for how long? Probably best to play along with whatever he was supposed to do here.

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He had walked into a classroom, but everything about it was wrong. There was a terribly rancid smell in the air mixed with the blood. Red spattered the windows, walls, and floor. There were bodies, all smaller than him and draped on desks or on the ground, their bodies neatly cut open down the middle with their organs torn out, semi-neatly placed next to them as though they were going to be looked at more closely later. Their faces are mutilated beyond recognition, but what little of their bodies that were still mostly unharmed made their identities clear.

They were his students.

[prideofwisdom]

A cold shudder ran down his spine. It wasn't possible, it just wasn't possible. Half of them weren't even in the facility, and he wasn't even in the facility now, so maybe it was just an experiment, a hallucination, something. Or maybe the facility itself was a hallucination and this was actually what happened. Stein could almost hear Maka giving the order to attack to try and knock him back out of his insanity. He let out a short, desperate giggle. Dumb kids, they should have run

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The air became thicker, the scent of blood following despite closing the door, but it was utterly freezing. If he looked, his breath was making clouds.

But then the silence is disturbed again. By tapping.

It would take a moment to decipher what that soft sound was, but then it became unmistakable--footsteps. Light ones--not completely adult, but not tiny.

Someone was in the next hallway just around the bend. They seemed to be going away.

[prideofwisdom]

Stein frowned. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew who was making those footfalls. So maybe he actually hadn't gone crazy and killed anyone. Maybe she was just making him hallucinate all this. Her soul had certainly looked insane earlier.

He took a deep breath - for the first time ever the stench of blood making him feel sick - and started running toward the sound of those footsteps, not caring about the cold or how loudly his own footfalls were echoing through the hall.

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The footsteps led to the end of the hall to a stairwell, but they stopped at the bottom steps. Something was down there. The footsteps became shuffles, like movement was difficult, and in the dark, something looked up at him from the black. The lights were broken and there was no way to know what was there by looking, but the gaze was there. Tangible.

There was a husky breath, like someone tried to speak through a bone-dry throat but couldn't.

There were splashes of blood on the steps leading downward.

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He scowled down into the darkness, trying to locate the soul of whatever-the-hell was down there. Stein couldn't see anything, but damn it, he was not going to let that stop him. He needed proof he didn't kill those kids. Somehow, somehow, whether it was to not get punished for a crime he wasn't sure he was guilty for or just for his own sanity, he needed to find out what the hell was down there.

Slowly, carefully, trying to make as little noise as possible, he walked down the steps. Stein could still feel its eyes on him, but it was instinct to keep quiet anyway. He could hear his heart thudding in his ears and not much else as he descended into the darkness.

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The rasped breathing increased in volume as he came closer. There was no more shuffling--whatever was down there wasn't running away. It was waiting for him.

But when he finally touched ground at the end of the stairs, the breathing stopped. For a while, it was nothing but deafening silence again.

Then a cold hand grasped his arm with bruising strength, someone giving a low groan of pain next to his ear, and whatever it was gave him a hard yank to the floor.