ZOMBIE FORUMS

Guy walked in after Andy. He didn't understand why he felt so sad, this wasn't the first time his hopes had been dashed. Still, he had really thought this might have been it. She seemed so powerfull, he thought she really could've done it. It was getting taxing to hide his thoughts from Grasshopper, but he had one last chance and then what Grasshopper felt wouldn't really matter. He saw Chaos in the corner, and staggered towards him. I can barely walk, better make this quick.

"Mr Chaos sir, I don't have much time. Please awnser me this question quickly, Can you close the hole in my mind?" Guys eyes were losing focus, he wasn't gonna last much longer. Before it all wen' black, he heard "Yes", and passed out with a smile.

Max had been sipping his 3rd bottle of Scotch for the day as the others seems to congregate in the living room. Most everyone seemed to be coming to terms with no longer being under the control of the Skinner personnel. As he watched them, his mind started to think and interact with Pervy, who was most calm at this time.

So, here we are...some fucking freedom.

I tend to agree. But then you never want to listen to me unless it serves your purposes.

Not necessarily, it's just right now you can't get all out of control. At least not until we've got a solid footing for us to go our way and maybe look for Uncle Stewie.

Ahh Stewie, the ol rascal. I'd like to find him too, but even I have no idea where he could be. I doubt after they took us that they left the poor guy alone. For some reason, these Puritanical dickheads can't seem to understand the need for sexual intimacy...like that Harry guy. I really wanted to rape his ass once just in the hope of getting that branch outta his ass.

Max chuckles a bit, but no one really notices. If anything they'll think it was because he's soused and 3 sheets to the wind.

Now, now...that's no way to treat a new comrade. He might not be like Chaos, but he can still be worthwhile.

What the hell do you see in him? He's a little snot compared to us or even that other one, what's his name....Zara! Yeah, that's it. Zara is more powerful than him, if it wasn't for that whiny ass simpleton of an alter ego that's holding him back. 5'll get you 10 that Chaos is only keeping things going until Zara can take control of the body and then work us all for him.

But if Zara is the true leader and Chaos is more likely to be a...Regent, then why would he....

Just then, Chaos addressed the group asking for any beefs about the other people...whatever a "beef" meant aside from bovine flesh, and for anything else needed for ourselves. Max raised his hand.

"Well, I can tell you right now that we need better supplies. The shit we got will last for about 2 nights, maybe. We need better clothes that DON'T give me the creeps considering some dead fucker wore this just before I put it on and I personally need some Hentai, Booze and a number of other accoutrements...as I'm sure most everyone else here needs too. I think we need to get at someplace better to get some shit...but as to where I have no idea. Does anyone know of 1 place where we could get anything we might need for food, clothings, maybe money, and perhaps some weapons? I mean come on, some of you aren't gonna be using your full powers for a while and it would be good for us to have some backups, such as guns, swords and the like. Now...where could we go?"

Heading back to the house hopping lightly from the top of one tree to the next, Clay spotted a small form below.

The girl, from before, I was wondering where she was. Interesting. She is in danger with us, from everywhere, the man who is two men, the man with the demon, the authorities, and god only knows what else. Someone must defend her. Others can sommone more raw power. But no one of them has the power to take from me what I protect. It is decided, so be it then.

Harry came to earth silently, landing just behind morrie with an eirie softness. he followed her for a few steps and put his hand on her shoulder.

Morrie spun to face him instantly.

"Morrie, shh, it's me, Harry. I can tell you are disturbed. I am as well, our lots are cast with those who are almost as dangerous to us as the outside world is. I need a friend, Morrie. I think you do too. Can we be friends?"

So speaking he held out his hand. Waiting for her response, hoping she would trust him. He could not go this road alone. He had not lied, he never did. But he realized suddenly how true his statement was. He did need a friend, desperately.

<i>(Another minor side-note: any time some music is posted between /* and */, right aligned, anyone who makes eye contact with my character can hear the music lightly in the background. Again, this is an effect of her induced/real hallucination projection ability. The music really is making your eardrums vibrate. This also has the effect of allowing anyone Claire projects on to see Claire's personal hallucination - the girl and her animate bear. Just a FYI.)</i>

<style>#claire p { margin: 0px; text-indent: 2em; }</style><div id="claire"><p style="text-align: right; margin: 1ex;"><tt>/* Marilyn Manson - Beautiful People */</tt></p><p>"Does anyone know of <i>one</i> place where we could get anything we might need for food, clothings, maybe money, and perhaps some weapons?" Letting him finish his speech, Claire finally raised her head from her knees, drawing the attention of several around her - she had been virtually comatose since the beginning, already present on one of the couches since people began wandering in.</p><p>Catching Max's eye to reply, "Is there a Costco nearby? They have," eyes widening as if to illustrate the point, "<i>everything</i>. And lots of it." Looking down at her operating-room garb, "And I sure could a Lucid Records and Clothing store." Suddenly yelling in an almost military tone, "Get me some plaid, stat!" Staring into the space just in front of her, and slightly down, Claire whispers, "And no, you look fine, dear. No need to change a thing... though you might want to get rid of that stupid old soggy bear." Eyes widening again, Claire almost slams her forehead into her knees in an attempt to hide her head, "No, no, nononono... the bear's fine, reallypleasedon'tokay..." </p><p>Shivvering, Claire returns to rocking back and forth slowly, as Max is suddenly notices a small 6-year-old girl grinning evially up at Claire, teddybear held tightly in her arms. The girl turns toward Max, evil grin melting to a pleasant smile. Cocking her head and grinning happily, "Uhm... hi! Don't, erm, mind the music... k?"</p></div>

Andy and Lati leaned against the wall across from the entry, looking from person to person. Now that things were calmer, he was able to get a better look at some of his ‘comrades’. He could tell some were beginning to come to terms with their freedom while others were struggling with some inner turmoil. He heard a thump and saw the red-eyed girl as she came in, clutching at her bloody fist, trying to hide the wound. I guess some of us just have bigger demons to put down. Occasionally, he would see one of them stare at him, showing much anger on their face. Don’t need to be an empath to sense the hostility in here. I know deserve it, but will YOU FREAKS STOP STARING AT ME! He tried to subdue his anger, to erase it, but he only managed to set it aside to come back later. He knew he had to be careful around these people, otherwise he’d probably be in worse condition then he was now. Damn, I hope I can get some healing soon. He looked down at Lati who seemed pretty quiet, intent on examining the others and absorbing as much as he could from their mannerisms.

"Ok, guys. I'm tired as hell right now. If you got beefs, spill them. If you got wants or need that I don't know about, spill those too. Then I will see about giving you those wants and needs."

Ah, the ‘leader’ finally speaks. Perhaps now people will start calling for my execution. He saw the strange bug boy stumble quite a bit before approaching Chaos and making his request. He found it strange that no one seemed to come to his help when he passed out. Maybe it’s because none of us really know how to help him. Not like any of us are doctors. He looked around again to see if anyone would help Guy. One of the guys dragged him over to the sofa and laid him down to get some sleep. He could hear a slight buzzing, but it was drowned out by a reply to Chaos’s inquiry.

"Well, I can tell you right now that we need better supplies. The shit we got will last for about 2 nights, maybe. We need better clothes that DON'T give me the creeps considering some dead fucker wore this just before I put it on and I personally need some Hentai, Booze and a number of other accoutrements...as I'm sure most everyone else here needs too. I think we need to get at someplace better to get some shit...but as to where I have no idea. Does anyone know of one place where we could get anything we might need for food, clothings, maybe money, and perhaps some weapons? I mean come on, some of you aren't gonna be using your full powers for a while and it would be good for us to have some backups, such as guns, swords and the like. Now...where could we go?" Ah yes, this guy. Need to look out for him. Seems back to normal, if what I saw in the car was considered normal. But something still seems off about him.

"Is there a Costco nearby? They have everything. And lots of it. And I sure could a Lucid Records and Clothing store." I didn’t notice her before. Strange, I usually notice these kinds of things. The young girl’s voice changed slightly, from barely contained excitement to something reminiscent of a military tone, "Get me some plaid, stat!" Then she started to whisper. "And no, you look fine, dear. No need to change a thing... though you might want to get rid of that stupid old soggy bear. No, no, nononono... the bear's fine, reallypleasedon'tokay..." The girl seemed to withdraw back into her subdued state. Maybe some of us were better off at the institute. Oh well, too late. Now it’s just a bowl of glass.

I guess I’d better make myself useful. “I can make weapons.” Some of the others looked at him. “Just give me access to some metal and I can make all the blades you need.” Now many of them had skeptical or untrusting looks. “Look, I honestly couldn’t care about any of you, but right now, I’m either with you fellow monsters or on my own. And after seeing what they did to the sanitarium, I don’t like my chances, so I’m going to improve them. And if you’re that worried about me going homicidal on everyone, then you can watch me make the damn blades. Most of you probably have enough power to send me to hell and back, so I need to give you people a reason not to kill me.” He ended his speech and looked to everyone, gauging their reactions. The buzzing returned and irritated him immensely. It almost enraged him, but he managed to keep slight control and found the source; a fly flying around the room. “CAN SOMEONE KILL THAT DAMNED FLY?! THE BUZZING’S DRIVING ME NUTS!”

Blades. Those could be useful, in a tough fight. James grinned and descided to aid Andy, still trapped within the changeling. The fly had been annoying him too, anyway. Tracking it with his presice hearing, he lept upwards and slammed his hands together, felt the crunch of its exoskeleton mashing. Landing lightly, he said "I think I'll take you up on that offer."
He turned back to Chaos. "Between the lot of us, we should be able to deal with the local authorities. I doubt that the government has realized that we survived yet." He surveyed the room, saw and smelled indifference and a small amount of confusion. As before he couldn't get anything out of the changeling. "I say we head to the local mall or market, and have a little fun."

After Max says his piece, one girl he failed to remember seeing before informed of a place called CostCo...just before seeming to go schizoid by screaming for Plaid, talking to someone else and going into a fetal position.

As she talked, her eyes captured his attention and drew him in.

My word...those eyes...

Then he sees a little girl holding a teddy bear and she speaks to him with a wicked grin 'Uhm... hi! Don't, erm, mind the music... k?'

"What the..."

He shakes his head and blinks his eyes, trying to concentrate also on the wierd tune playing in the back of his head, yet he never heard the song before. As suddenly as she appeared, she vanished, leaving his head reeling.

I'm definately starting to become like the locals. Better watch myself.

When she was done talking, he heard from the one called Andy. When he turned to him he remembered the feelings he had when he attacked him to stop the destruction at the gas station...ironically before they destoyed it themselves.



Max opens his mouth when suddenly James takes to the air, only to get the fly and come down again in one smooth motion. The buzzing had stopped.

"Well, the troublemaker finally speaks. Good to see you're abreast of our situation finally. If you can create weapons for us instead of Massive Stones that might as well read 'Come get us', then I'm all for it. In fact I've got a proposition."

Max gets up and walks to Andy, still encased in his Lati-Straightjacket.

"If you're willing to not screw any of us around and be beneficial, then I think we can release you from your travelling buddy. I'm sure Lati needs to rest and I get a whiff of blood on you from the battle so I'm guessing you've still got injuries you need attending to. However...if you get so much as a foot out of line and try to fuck us up again like at the gas station, You-Know-Who won't be reigned in again like last time. *turns to Chaos* What do you say Chaos? He doesn't have that look in his eyes like he did before...Oh, and Andy *turns back to Andy* I was wondering if you could create for me a collapable Scythe. Nothing super fancy, just a Scythe where the bottom half of the strut can swing up to match the top part and the blade comes down the other way on the other side of the strut so that it's in a portable traveller's size. Can you do that? Or maybe some guns...."

Max seemed to just drone on a little bit at the prospect of getting weapons in his hands again. His Uncle made sure he could "defend" himself when he didn't have his abilties to call upon or if some "people" were especially interested in finding him. That style of collapable Scythe he got from his Uncle, but it was lost in the melee of that night...and then he was locked up. The prospect of getting his hands on another scythe were palpable

<style>#claire p { margin: 0px; text-indent: 2em; }</style><div id="claire"><p style="text-align: right; margin: 1ex;"><tt>/* Razed in Black / Transmutor - Dream Police */</tt></p><p>Mumbling through her knees, "After what happened here and back at... there... I don't think us having fun is a good idea." Raising her head to stare at James, she spoke again, not bothering to push the hair from her face, "Mall or market, I'm there. I can drive, too, though I don't know the gritty details of how far to park from a dog pissing on a fire-hydrant painted to look like a dog thus completing some sick psychological circle in an artist's head somewhere in downtown New York, New York, though whoever came up with the idea to name the state after the city or city after the state probably had a better idea of the artist's intentions unless he <i>was</i> the artist," lowering her head back to her knees, she continued mumbling at an impressive rate and grew quieter, "or the artist was the person who named though that should technically be impossible as <font size="-1">they lived in different times and likely different places in New York the state not the city or that would be silly and more likely that they are one and the same since we all are</font> <font size="-2">living proof that the impossible is possible the impossible we do now the impossible takes forms in triplicate</font> <font size="-3">and stamps lots of stamps and things you lick though not pleasant things to lick like ice cream or cookies or even water I havn't had water in so long or food for that matter as they've been dripping liquid fire into my veins for as long as I can remember but I remember before...</font> <font size="-4">don't I yes I do otherwise I wouldn't know how to drive or my name or my father's face my father's face always stares all cold-like and it's scary but not as scary as some of the people around here</font> <font size="-2">I wanna go home...</font>"</p><p>As quickly as Max notices the child, she's gone, now simply counting off Claire's statements on her fingers. Turning to James, "Uhm... hi! Don't mind the, ah," shrugging and looking a little sad, "nevermind. I think you'll get used to it."</p><p>Raising her head to look quizzically at the floor after Max mentions the sythe, Claire announces, "I'm hungry." Pausing for thought, "And a sword would be nice. I want a nice thin one like a katana but easier for me to wing around and hit people with yeah that'd be cool but asytheiscooltoo." Pausing again and finally taking her first visible breath, "I'm still hungry."</p><p>Sounds of agreement were coming from Claire's mid-section, clearly audible through the thin material barely covering her.</p>

Chaos calmly turned on the VCR and TV, replying the earlier broadcast.


The screen paused as Chaos walked up to it.
"Anyone here notice this?" He points to a store in the background. Behind the reporter stood a House of Knives.
"Andy, I'll let you go if you promise to play nice. Lati, the game is over now. Thank you for playing. Andy, Your services are not required until tommyrot. It seems to be decided that we are going to the mall. Andy, when we are there I would appreciate you tempering the blades we will procure." Clair... Chaos took a quick glance at the girl, he was surprised to find that some people were not able to change their clothes before they left, but there was time tomorrow to get some more clothing. "I like the idea of making some noise, but I think we should get some sleep first. I want to be tip top for the mayhem." She's so much like you. Heh, like me? Right. Same as one of those old computers compared to the ones now. I have more bang for the buck. I can control my thoughts. Then stop talking to yourself. FUCK YOU!!! SLEEP! But first... Chaos walks over to the family computer and pulls the cords to the printer. He attaches the cables to the labtop he brought with him from the Sanitarium.” A60 seconds later Chaos takes the now printed material and walks back to the group.
“If there isn’t anything else, I shall be sleeping. We have an early morning ahead of us. I want to be out of here by 5.” Sleep As he walks out of the room, Chaos hands the papers to Tom with an attached note. Tom, read this and sleep on it. We can talk about it in the morning. It’ll painful, but it is the truth and will explain a lot to you. Sorry.

OOC: If other issues need to be discussed, go ahead. But Chaos is about to pass out, and is heading to a place to lie down. So he will keep everything brief from now on.

Well, it seems like I live another day.

"Anyone here notice this?" Chaos pointed to a store in the background of the video recording. There was a House of Knives. "Andy, I'll let you go if you promise to play nice. Lati, the game is over now. Thank you for playing. Andy, your services are not required until tomorrow. It seems to be decided that we are going to the mall. Andy, when we are there I would appreciate you tempering the blades we will procure. I like the idea of making some noise, but I think we should get some sleep first. I want to be tip top for the mayhem. If there isn’t anything else, I shall be sleeping. We have an early morning ahead of us. I want to be out of here by 5.”

Fine by me. I need time to recuperate anyway. Lati finally melted away from Andy’s body, somewhat dejected that the game was now over. Some of the others had warmed to the idea of finally being armed. After all, nothing gives a sense of security quite like a few inches of sharpened steel. After hearing some of the requests though, he wondered if he even had the ability to make some of them. I guess I’d better tell them a few of my limits then.

“Ok, I guess that covers raw materials. Most of these weapons I can make, I just need to get my hands on the materials. The problem is I can’t make anything too complicated. This essentially means guns. I don’t have anywhere near enough elements to make gunpowder, let alone the formulas. And there are far too many parts for me to envision. I mean does anyone here even know what the inside of a gun looks like? As for anything more complex then simple weapons, I’ll need blueprints.” He turned to the young writer. “Hey kid. You any good at sketching or can you only write? If you can somehow make the plans I need, I can outfit us with some pretty fun stuff. While the rest of you begin thinking about your requests, I’ll be looking for some food. Just tell me before we get to the mall.”

Before Andy left the room, he walked up to the lady that healed Chaos. “Would you mind doing a bit of healing for me later? I could use a bit of help.” He walked out of the room before she could reply and looked for the kitchen. Freaky little girl was right, I am hungry. I don’t think any of us have had much to eat since this morning. It was only after he found the kitchen that he realized that Lati was still following him. Follows me like Mike used to. But then, this guy seems almost like a little kid too. He opened the fridge and looked for anything that looked edible. He managed to find a large pot of stew and put it in the microwave. While he was waiting for the food, he looked to Lati again.

“Hey Lati, do you even eat?”

“Yep.”

“Alright, well I hope you like veggie stew.” He opened a few cupboards and managed to find a stack of bowls as well as some spoons. Well, at least I have some metal. Might be enough for a few blades. He filled two bowls and set one on the table while he ate standing up. He was amused to see Lati imitate him, even to use part of his fluid body to form a spoon and scoop the food into a mouth on the vaguely humanoid shape. You know, some people would find this really freaky, but I guess I can’t say much about that, especially with what I can do. He absently shifted his spoon into a small stiletto and shifted back before resuming his meal.

After hearing all the info from Chaos before he passed out from sleep deprivation and Andy after being released from Lati's Straightjacket Hold, Max follows Andy and Lati into the kitchen to russle up some grub. Opening the fridge, Max sees a box of day old Meat Lover's Pizza with about 6 slices left.

"Oh damn...haven't had Meat Lovers in a long time. Come to Papa."

Max wolfs one down right there, straight from the box, the takes the top of the box, rips it apart from the bottom and takes the two biggest pieces on his makeshift plate. He also spots a Labat Blue. Opening the Can, he takes a pull of the Beer and enjoys the difference from hard liquor. He takes his meal out of the kitchen, but not before going by Andy again and motioning with his head for attention.

"If you need a couple sketches, I'll do them up for you in the morning. I'm sure you can take a couple swords from that Blade place and fashion them into one. The main jist is that fully extended, it's a scythe. Collapse it part way, the shaft and blade look like a really big two handed Kama, but the blade can collapse into the shaft so that it can take up 1/3 the space for travel. It would be best for it to also be utilitarian. No fancy things on it, unless you feel creative. My main purpose is for this to be usable, not ceremonial. Let me know, ok? See ya in the morning, and don't get too crazy."

Max flashed a quick smile then leaves the kitchen, heading outside and towards the vehicles. Once he reaches his Hummer, he gets onto the roof and relaxes on top while seeing the stars, munching on his cold pizza and savoring the beer.

"How long have I been out of it? A number of years to say the least. The booze sort of made everything just run together. But *chomps on the crust* the stars haven't aged a day. They're still as bright as I remember seeing them before, like the last night...."

Max sits up.

"Damn, I REALLY should get her out of my head one of these days."

After leaning back again and polishing off his vittles, he drowsily slips more and more into the realm of dreams while enjoying the brightness of the stars.

<i>(OOC: Bloody hell, need to pick a tense here, and stick with it! From now on, I'll try to stick to present-tense, a la BandMan2K's last post. Edited cause I glaringly missed something. >_<; stupid late-night posting!)</i>

<style>#claire p { margin: 0px; text-indent: 2em; }</style><div id="claire"><p style="text-align: right; margin: 1ex;"><tt>/* John Frizzell - My Little Box */</tt></p><p>Claire finally raises her head and places her feet on the floor, knees cracking loudly. Tightening the cord functioning as a belt, she follows Max following Andy and Latai into the kitchen.</p><p>Obviousally pleased with his discovery, Max says, "Oh damn... haven't had Meat Lovers in a long time. Come to Papa."</p><p>Simling wistfully, Claire takes the smallest pice available. <i>Havn't had pizza in... well... a long time, eh kiddo?</i></p><p><i>Yeah, mom liked the gross veggie one with spinach. Yeach!</i></p><p>Taking a small bite off the tip, Claire chews carefully, teeth not painful or sore, just unused and sensitive. Swollowing, she takes another bite, and another, then stops. Looking down at the pizza almost angerly she mutters, "I havn't eaten in years..."</p><p>Shrugging and sighing again, she places the nibbled pizza slice back in what remains of it's box. Looking around for something to do, she notices Max leaving the kitchen, and decides to follow. Peeking out from the door frame of the house, she sees him place himself atop the hummer. Silently - for no other reason than <i>that's how she moves</i> - following, she catches the last of something he says under his breath. "... I <b>really</b> should get her out of my head one of these days."</p><p>Pausing as she hears this, the tiny form of Claire takes another cautious step forward and speaks softly, "Who? If I may ask, and I'm allowed to know." Eyes dropping to the ground, "I wasn't allowed to know much before, so I'll understand..."</p><p>Yawning quietly as she watched him drift off to sleep without answering her query, Claire sat on the ground next to the car, and looked to the moon. <i>Always a beautiful thing.</i> Without realizing it she had closed her eyes and slumped against the car, finally resting without the help of restraining drugs.</p><p>Rest was suprisingly restful, that night.</p>

As Sleep takes hold of Max, the thoughts rumble through his head at high speeds. Considering for the better part of 10 years he's been practically nothing but a raging alcoholic in a permanent drowsy stupor, the first real night of sleep without a constant stream of booze is something he hasn't dealt with before in a long time.

The night creeps on, ticking off the minutes as they tick off the hours sequentially. He started to mumble in his sleep, not really unheard of but still odd to hear anyone talk while dead to the world. His visions ranged upon many plateaus from fear and dread to elation and ecstacy. He started to remember the women that were in his harems. Angie the blond from Sacramento, Kara the brunette with knockout legs out of Philly, Connie the cute asian in New Orleans...their scents, their caresses, their cries of pleasure resonated within him. He felt at peace with these girls. They were his family, his loved ones.

Then his dream started a path down memory lane he didn't want to remember...the night before he was taken away. It was during the Ides of March. He was only 9 at the time...and in love. While he kept his home life secret from anyone and enjoyed sex with women twice, 3, 4 times his age, he had a school crush on his favorite teacher. Her name was Virginia Brown, a new teacher that was in her first year after getting her diploma in teaching. She might've seemed plain to any other man in the area, to Max she was a Goddess above all. She showed him preferential treatment by helping him study and learn better. She was almost like...his true mother. Pervy tried to rise up around her, but Max was able to control Pervy better then compared to today. Miss Brown never knew....until March 14, 1995.

Max is seeing all these parts of his girls come together as a collage and form the face of Miss Virginia Brown, and he relives that night in his mind. Virginia had walked him home to his Uncle Stewie's after staying late to study. Suddenly, Stewie comes running out of the house with a martini and a smile...nothing else. The women following him are similarly undressed. Virginia is white with shock when Stewie sees her and traps her in his arms while leading her into the house. She sees the people having one massive orgy, 3 gals having their own gangbangs and other fetishes done rampantly throughout the residence. She screamed out, but was thown onto a floor mattress. Two of Max's women from his harem were fawning over him, but his attention was drawn to Miss Brown, now nude after her clothes were torn off her and admired by a majority of the crowd.

Men at full attention were glaring over her laciviously while she tried to escape and her eyes met with Max's. He started to move towards her, to help her...or was it to fulfill his dreams he had been having about her while being with the others. He wasn't sure. At this precise moment, Pervy saw his indecision and punched through the defences, taking control of the boy's body. Max now saw the dream not as if he was living it, but watching it on TV. Pervy transformed and the look of fear that seeped across her face was heartbreaking to Max.

"Don't fear me, Please? I don't want to hurt you. STOP IT PERVY!"

These words were in his head those years ago and were being spoken out loud on the roof of the Hummer, albeit in a sleep's whisper. Pervy encircled and entered...no, violated her. Her screams and cries were drowned by the others in the house hooting and hollering to the sight of a Tentacle Demon taking a victim. Max cried with her, seeing it all as Pervy took every last drop of energy from her sumptious loving bosom, leaving nothing more than a husk for all practical purposes.

The others in the room fell quiet as they saw that she wasn't moving. Uncle Stewie called an ambulance and had Virginina dressed up as best he could then had her taken to the front of the house, away from the rest of the house. Pervy felt the power, relished in it...Max just cried. When the ambulance's sirens took off into the distance, Max felt an uncontrolled rage, a rage of being useless to stop Him. Pervy worked with Max, goaded him into going after her and the Tentacle Demon, in all his Physical Glory took off for the hospital at a phenomenal rate of speed. All anyone saw on the side of the street was a blue streak.

They reached the hospital, Max and Pervy could smell the fear and sex from Miss Brown, it was that pungent to them. They went in, scaring all that saw this blue creature from Hell with tentacles swaying like snakes all over. They started a rampage of rape and destruction throughout the Hospital. Max just felt the rage, the need to take control, but the truth was that Pervy manipulated him, kept him going and regaining his energy. Pervy was almost to the point of being so powerful that he could get rid of Max's body and stay in Demon Form indefinately. The feelings of energy coarsed through the body. Max could feel it and knew that all was lost. Then they came to the room where Miss Brown was...the Morgue.

The sight of their first kill. Out of all the women that Pervy and Max took in sex, none of them died. Not one of them....until now. She seemed so serene, yet the taint of how she died was enough to make even Pervy think twice. In that instant, Max grabbed a bottle of Scotch that the Med. Examiner left out for his 4:00 Tea and shoved it into their mouth. The burning, the feeling of losing control, Pervy was scared of this new sensation and within two gulps of the Liquor, Max had resumed his Human form.

When the cops found him, guns drawn ready to fire, all they saw was the new school teacher on a stretcher and her student crying on his knees...

Mommy....Mommy...MOMMY!!!!

The resident doctor had a needle with sedative and plunged it into Max's neck, the last thing he remembered seeing was the stars outside before he went to sleep as he was being taken out of the hospital and thrown into an Armored Car approiated by the Police from the local Bank to house him until the Government took him and started placing him on a diet of Booze and Mental Institutions. The doors to the Armored Car slammed....

...then Max woke up and sat straight up, almost hyperventilating. The images faded quickly from his mind as he rubbed his temples and a minor headache. He looked up to the stars and then around him and remembers he's free, no longer under the control of the Doctors. He was about to hop off the roof of the Hummer when he notices a bundle sleeping soundly next to the wheel. It was Claire, still wearing her gown from the Sanitarium. She seemed to shiver a little bit, so Max picked her up gently and laid her down in the back bench and laid his jean jacket over her to keep her warm.

Then he whispers, "Thanks for the company."

He looks at the clock on the dash of the vehicle and notices it's right about midnight.

"Only got 5 more hours of sleeptime left."

OOC: Other then the Cyan for Awareness, every separate colour is a separate train of thought.

After he left the room, people generally broke off in order to get food. You haven’t eaten in a while David, It’s not healthy. Great, flashbacks to my mother, that’s all I need.
Chaos reached what he knew was the brightest room in the house. He also knew that no one else would be able to sleep here. He found a comfortable lounging chair and sat down, preparing to let sleep take him. You really need to take care of yourself, it’s not healthy to skip meals like that. Go away, I am tired, I’ll eat when I wake up. Go and have something now. There’s stuff already made. No. Why not? ‘Cause I’m tired. The voice sounded less and less like his mother and more and more like his own common sense. Still, it was keeping him from his well needed sleep.
You really should not have overextended yourself today. I know that you had to but it’s going to cost you. You need to keep your strength up. You need to get some control ever these people. I never wanted to be their leader. But you are. You need to do the job and you know it. Already there are those who resent your control, beneficial as they may be. The files your read will help. Most of them were encrypted, but they will come in handy. I wonder what lies in those hidden files... Better to know later. Zarathustra: He seems to be a better choice for leader then I am. If I can get Tom out of the picture, that will be the job he takes... who am I kidding, he will make the decisions, but I will still pull the weight. I will still be the one trying to make us function as a group. I will be the one trying to make each person sane... well able to cope with their insanity at least. You say you can control yourself. Look at what is going on around you. Inside your own goddamned head. Your insane. All of your control means nothing. Moksha: I read her file, she seems the easiest to help. All that is needed is to remove her fear of what she sees. I even have a plan on how to do it. But plan are always layed to waste. Usually by those with no control. Andy and Morrie: How to help them. Like me, they have problems controlling their feeling. I can control mine due to how much I work for it. They however, probably aren’t interested in “Anger Management”. Wow, that last movie I have seen was Anger Management. I wonder what has happened in my time in that blasted prison. How has the world changed. I need to go and see some movies. So much I have missed out on. At the end of the day you still can’t sleep for the voices in your head. Hey, at least I know what they are. Everyone talks to themselves. In their head. But not to the scale you pull off buddy boy. It’s how they caught you to, They sought for the insane, and found you out. I heard the tech had really boomed while I was out of the loop. If that labtop is any indication of what I’ll find out there, then I will be a happy man. FX and stuff should be out of the roof. Can’t wait to check it out. Pervy: He sais he is sane, but I highly doubt that. Pervy takes over too often. That is a battle between the two of them. It probably does not concern me. I just need to be there to make sure that the scales are in Max’s favour. Guy: There is a can of worms. Why the hell did I say I can close that “hole”. I don’t even know what it is. I don’t want to make any of us normal. He wanted it so bad though. I need to get laid. So many of the things I like I had to put aside in my imprisonment. Sex, drugs, and rock an roll. I got to know I got to know my GOD!!! I got to see I have to see my LORD!!! God how I miss music. It seems like the trend for crappy music hasn’t stopped. But I wonder at what new developments are in the world. New bands, artist. Are my favs still around? What exactly has happened. I can get a paper tomorrow and see. But that only is current. I need a five year history. I can simply get it out of a normal. Insomnia. Never thought of it as an insanity. But hey, why not? If only insomnia was your worst problem. You never had problems sleeping at the sanitarium. But you also got used to the sterile atmosphere there. You got used to it, it was background noise. Everything was still, even the catacombs under you. But now, it’s unleashed. You have to be able to ignore all of the stuff that is around you. I got to know I got to know. I got to know... If your slate is clean then your can throw stone, but if it is not then you LEAVE HER ALONE!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! God, do I view myself so disconnected from humanity that I call them normals? I am a human. The only thing different about us is the brain. I KNOW I am human. I can see everything that goes on inside my body. And in others. I have never seen anything to discount what I think. Females, I have had less chance to study (shame) but still. All I really see with the majority of paras is an altered brain. Some more then others but... but... but nothing. In this shit town, though? Fuck. No way. Where can we go? Big city... Why not the biggest. New York. Opportunity may knock. I’ll see what I can do. And while we are there, we can go to hear some live music. Hell, some plays, it will be great. We just need a lot of money... from the mall. Lati: I have no clue where to start with him... it. Vim, that’s right. Vim. I can’t eve think I am so tired. I need to stop and sleep. But there are so many loose ends that I need to take care of. Now is not the time. Shut up. Go to sleep you moron. Not easy is it? Both ways, it matters not. The only way for me to sleep is to get you all to shut up. Shut up!!! But what about Simon, and Nightmare. Containing those two will be a feat. Not now. Shut up and sleep. Maybe I could... Shut up!!! YES!!! We’ll take what we need tomorrow then head off to NY. Not bad, but how to convince the others. Well I’ll deal with that later. We could live quite comfortably for a while. Stop it. Shut up. And... SHUT UP!!! Shut up!!! Shut up!!! Shut Up!!! Shut Up!!! Shut Up!!! Shut Up!!! Shut Up!!!
"Shut Up!! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!!" Heads from around the house whiped around to the direction of the room Chaos was in.
Chaos stoped. I lost control again. Great.

Guy was in his mind again. Grasshopper was across the table from him, they where in a white room. Great.
"You don't sound pleased to see me."
Oh, like your happy when you know your gonna get lectured.
"Its your own fault, trying to go behind my back, after all I've done for you."
Look all I wan't is for us to be free of eachother. You go to your home, I stay in mine.
"I don't think you understand, you are our home. Theres no going back for us anymore."
Im sorry, I'll find a way to send you guys back before I close this place down, but we'll need help. Was there any trouble while I was out?
"There was another break, remember the mossy brute? Somehow those two brain cells of his clicked together and he got the idea to try and break out."
Again?
"Hes been a bit more successfull this time, I think you should handle this one personally."
Fine.

Flying above the castle he built back when he was 8, Guy searched the landscape of his mind. There. Landing down in an open space, He saw it. It was a sickly green color lumbering mass of muscle. Its arms reached to the floor, and it had a large mound of moss on it back, maggots creeping in and out of it. Its shoulders ended in a large lump with two slits that passed for eyes.You are the single ugliest thing in here Mossy, did your really think I let you out? Guy walked up to the behomoth. Hey are you listening to me? Guy put a hand on the behomoth and fell through as it crumbled beneath him. From behind him a mound of moss he hadn't noticed before formed into the shape of Mossy. As soon as a arm formed it lashed out at the back of Guy's head. Instead of striking it, his arm wen't through it and out of Guy's mouth in the real world. Pushing himslef through, he stood in the living room of the house, a hunched over monstrosity. Inside his mind, covered by dry and brittle moss, Guy silently cursed.

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Morrie jumped. She spun around immediately, coming face to face with Harry, the boy who’d landed on the hood of the Hummer.

He put his finger to his mouth. "Morrie, shh, it's me, Harry,” he said.

“How do you DO that?!” she said.

“I can tell you are disturbed,” Harry said. He smiled, a beatific smile. “I am as well, our lots are cast with those who are almost as dangerous to us as the outside world is.”

“But I’m a—” Morrie said, but Harry cut her off.

“I need a friend, Morrie. I think you do too. Can we be friends?" he said. He held his hand out to Morrie.

Morrie hesitantly shook his hand. For a moment, she made eye contact, then looked away—she couldn’t deal with his eyes—like searchlights boring right through her soul. “Uh—yes—sure—friends,” she said. She gathered what little courage she had and looked up at his eyes, smiling nervously. “I could use . . . a friend . . .”

The word seemed odd, harsh. It had been so long since she had a friend, she couldn’t remember what a friend was. Without warning, Harry began to lead her out of the house once more.

“Uh . . . I guess . . .” she said. Morrie looked back over her shoulder into the house; she never made it to the living room, but she wasn’t alone any longer. “. . . why are we out here instead of in there?”

“As I said, we share our lives with those we cannot trust to keep them,” Harry said. “I will protect you from them.” Morrie stopped. Harry turned to face her. “Something the matter?” he said.

“Protect me?” Morrie said. “You shouldn’t be worried about my safety, you—” She caught herself, remembering the momentary dent in the hood, the defiance of gravity. “On second thought, I guess I can’t stop you,” she said, hands falling to her side helplessly.

“Is there something wrong?” Harry said, moving closer.

“No, no,” Morrie said, smiling ruefully, “just me speaking without thinking, that’s all.”

“Oh—I . . . see,” Harry said. Morrie looked up, and her eyes seemed to focus on a spot over Harry’s shoulder. “Yes?”

Morrie pushed past him, mouth set in a hard line. As she moved closer to the hummer, she shouted, “MAX! WE NEED TO TALK!”

The man standing by the door of the Hummer shut it quickly and winced. “Jesus, girl,” he said. “There’s a girl trying to sleep in there—what do you wanna do, scare the daylights out of her?”

“Sorry,” Morrie said, within speaking distance now. “But we need to talk.”

“I guessed that,” Max said, smirking.

Harry caught up to Morrie and put his hand on her shoulder. “Morrie, I don’t trust him,” he said.

Morrie looked at him briefly out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t have that confidence,” she said. “Let me talk to him.” She grasped for something that could justify her reasons. “Sometimes . . . friends need to let friends have some personal time.” Harry didn’t seem pleased with that, but she forced herself to ignore it. Turning back to Max, she said, “Okay, where to start . . . I guess you have the same problem as I do . . .” She shoved her hands into her pockets and looked up at Max. “How do you deal with the voices?”

Max took a drink from a bottle of beer he’d grabbed from the hood of the Hummer. “Ahh . . . You mean the memories? They’re all I’ve got left of my life before Skinner, Morrie . . .” He looked at her. “As painful as they are, they remind me of home.”

“I don’t even know what my home looks like,” Morrie said. “All I remember are the voices.”

“Then be glad you have that much,” Max said.

Morrie stared at the ground. “How can you be so willing to just let it go? Doesn’t it scare you? How do you deal with it?” she said. She shivered. “How is it that you don’t despise the monster inside you?”

Max started to say something, but it was drowned out by the sound of wood and plaster buckling and splitting.

What looked like a walking pile of green moss broke through the front wall of the house, completely ignoring the door. It saw them, opened its mouth in a roar, and charged.

OOC: Next time I write a post I'm not going to try and incorporate two separate plans into one. Grah. Made writing this a living hell, since I honestly hate writing for other characters. But no choice, no choice . . .

Ah well. Errors in behavior, position, you tell me, I fix, as usual.

Just as Max was closing the door on Claire's form, Morrie yelled out for him.

“Jesus, girl, there’s a girl trying to sleep in there—what do you wanna do, scare the daylights out of her?”

Morrie seemed to be most adamant to ask Max questions about his inner demons, along with Harry like a linebacker ready to protect his 'Quaterback' from being sacked by him. Max took her questions in stride and did the best he could to answer them...then she had to ask this question:



"Well...for that you...What the hell is that sound?"

Out of the darkness of the house comes a creature from Who Knows Where. It seemed to be covered, if not entirely made from Moss and was heading their way. All three of them were trying to make sense of where this came from. Max suddenly siezed the moment.

"Morrie, get behind the Hummer. Harry, use your ability to keep that creature from moving. I'll be back out in a second."

Harry seemed to start questioning Max's authority or more likely question his need to command him to do anything since for all intents and purposes, Max was Unclean.

"LISTEN! Just stop it, or do you want to become a part of it? Christ on a Crutch."

Max takes Morrie and gets her behind the Hummer. Opening it, Morrie inquires what he's doing while Max is searching in a remote cavity of the Hummer, then pulling out a bottle of Scotch.

"Emergency supply against Pervy..except not this time. Just stay here and take cover under the bumper. Things can get a bit messy."

Max winks at her and closes the backdoor, running forward with the bottle of Scotch and fumbling on his person for something.

"Damn! Forgot..."

Max reopens the side door to expose Claire as he reaches into the side pocket of his jacket and exposes a trusty Zippo Lighter that he had pilfered from the Gas station. He stuck the flint with the wheel and a great gout of flame burst from the newly fired up lighter. Max then threw the bottle to his lips, taking a good pull of the liquor into his mouth and holding it there until he got close to the beast and spat the 80 proof alcohol onto the creature - via the Zippo lighter which ignited the alcohol and turned Max into the Human Flame Thrower, rending gouts of flame onto the living plant.

It started to burn and squeal. Max kept going around it, issuing forth alcohol induced flames onto the creature which was going up in quite a nice living bonfire.

"How do you like THAT, you freak?"

OOC: I'll let Harry do the finishing blow to it, sorry I took him but it worked. Oh, and Kit, you did fine with Max.

Harry harnessed his powersto hold the creature, turning it's force to escape against it. Holding it down, more and more, the harder it fought.

After what seemed a long time, Max completed his attack, flame burned across the surface of the creature, hurting it, not enough,

It isn't killing it! Something must be resisting th3e combustion, something...yes...a force...in the molecules...so concentrate, hold it, let it flow away, the oxygen is hungry, waiting in the air....come, and feast....

For a moment the fire seemed to die then, wind began to blow, from everywhere, sucked into what became a blinding infernoheat scorched the trees, the house everything but a sliver of cool pointing to the hummer, sheilding Max and the girls. Such was the inensity of the fire that it robbed the area of the oxygen necessary to burn anything else. after a short time, nothing remained but a column of black smoke peircing the sky. Harry walked from the smaoke, covered in ash.

He walked slowly back to the hummer, blackened by soot. but clothed undamaged. Straight to Max he walked. and from a foot away looked into his eyes.

"Now, demon. We have worked toward a common cause. Ithink you have more of an idea what kind of ally I am. (sotto voice) And what kind of enemy I could be. I do not ask you not to feed, creature. Feed wisely. We are powers you nad I. And there are other powers. The deafeed monster who wears the mind of a man in silence. The one known as chaos. There are others, and another comes. We are best served to spend our vigilance oon those who are truly mad, and the outsiders who even now come to make us drink lead. Can we have a truce?"

He extended his hand to Max, his eyes green. Cold as the Chlorine Ice on an airless world, overlooked by a distant starlooking at the man in front of him, into him, through him, and into the winds of eternity which cut through them and continued undiminished to distance without meaning.

Damn it, this blanket’s too itchy.

Andy was having difficulty getting to sleep in the hallway. There weren’t enough beds for everyone so Andy was one of the few that had to find other arrangements. He was currently sitting in a corner on the second floor hallway, beneath a window that overlooked the front of the house. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked out at the sky, trying to count stars to get to sleep. Damn it’s been a while since I’ve seen a night sky. This had better work. 1…2…3…

Eventually, boredom overtook him and he passed out into a dreamless sleep. He managed to get several hours until a loud boom filled the air and the whole house seemed to shake.

“What the hell is that?!” Andy scrambled to the window and looked out. His vision was still blurry, but he could make out a hulking mass moving towards the hummer and two, no three figures. What is that thing? Are we under attack? Did the government find us already? He saw the group run back towards the vehicle and one return, holding something. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness when everything seemed to explode in flames. “Fuck, my eyes!” Once his vision adjusted again, he could see that the giant was on fire, while the one that approached him was running circles around it, spreading the fires further. Great, one of our crew is a goddamned pyro. And they say I draw attention. But why isn’t that thing moving? He could see the fires begin to die down when they suddenly grew, creating a towering inferno on the front path and a wave of light and heat that flew from the pillar of fire, scorching the surrounding trees and part of the house. The old window broke under the strain and rained glass on Andy. The shards mostly caught in the blanket, but a few still managed to cut him. He tossed the blanket to the other corner and looked again. The giant was gone, and all that was left was a pillar of smoke and the figures below. Fucking pyros.

Max got done, but noticed the flames weren't hot enough. Suddenly, the feeling that someone turned on a number of giant fans hit him as the flames fed on more and more oxygen which made the flames leap into the sky as one massive pyro exhibit.

"Damn, talk about a Roast."

Max had moved by this time to the Hummer and did his best to be in between anything getting at Claire or Morrie. However his need to do something was unneccessary as Harry took control of the flames with his ability and made sure that the creature was turned into ashes.

I wonder where that came from? He surely wasn't in the house earlier. Hmmm...could it be...?

His line of thought was broken by Harry coming towards him and giving his 2 cents about being on the lookout for those that mean to harm the group and call for a truce before we decide to go after each other. The look in his eyes was so unfeeling, it was scary to Max, who couldn't read even one feeling from his thoughts.

"Ok, it's a truce, but you just better not get involved in my business and I'll not piss in your cereal Ok?"

With a nod from Harry, Max shook his hand and left it at that.

But don't think I won't make sure to keep an eye out for you, my friend. This could just as easily go the other way and I'l make sure to come out on top.

Max then turns to Morrie, not noticing Claire just yet and hoping that she's still asleep. If she isn't she's being most quiet.

"Well, Morrie my dear. Do you want me to answer your question or can I actually get some more sleep on it? We've still got 5 hours before we need to go and I personally would like to rest up a bit. If need be, you can sleep in the Hummer. I'll just get back up on the roof. Anyplace that's comfortable for you is yours for the taking."