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Mafia 10 - Who Goes There?

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Zingoleb:
A scream - strangled, full of pain and fury - echoes through the lab. The intercom clicks, static blasting through for a moment before a voice comes over, dry and cracking with the stress of the words he has to say.

This is your Commander speaking.

I have been infected.

I know what I have to do, and if I fail, someone, anyone, finish the job for me. This is my final order.

May God have mercy on all our souls.

The line falls dead again, and there's a silence in the base for several long moments. Einhorn is sitting on his bunk, rapidly draining the last of his flask, feeling the influence of the...the Thing growing in him with every passing moment, knowing that if he doesn't resist know, he'll be gone, nothing but a shell for it to destroy everyone else through. A kerosene lamp used only when the electricity goes out provides the fuel, and the smell is nauseating, soaked into his clothes, down into his flesh.

A match is struck - and fizzles out.

Another is struck - and dropped, catching the Commander on fire, his screams terrible. He had prepared to do this stoically, to take this for the team, but the pain was unbearable, and he found himself dropping to the ground, curling up in a ball as his clothes were burned away, melting to fuse with his skin - at least, what skin that wasn't being burned away itself, hair and flesh and bone being exposed and charred underneath the inferno, stripping away the infection at the cost of his life.

At some point, the pain overrides his senses, and he slips into beautiful unconsciousness.

Of course, he never wakes up.

Masterpiece:
Pistorious calmly approaches the still twitching body. Turning towards the others, he says
"you want me to take charge? You want me to get a hold of myself? Alright fuckers."
Raising his hand, he reveals the gun from the weapon cabinet.
"Godspeed, Einhorn."

and slowly raising the gun, he pulls the trigger.

mtmerrick:
O_O

fuckfuckfuckfuck.

*whispers to person next to me: "why do i feel like humanity is the killer here, not the thing?"*

Method of Madness:
To Professor Pistorious (or Pisser, as he liked to be called): You couldn't have done that half an hour ago, when Einhorn was still alive?

J:
Dr. J is awoken by the click of the intercom outside his door and groggily listens to the commander's announcement; it takes his mind a moment to register the meaning of the words. As the line falls dead something clicks in his brain and synapses start firing. He rolls out of bed and grabs his medical bag from the corner where he'd thrown it.

Sprinting down the halls, the doctor pauses only long enough to pull a fire extinguisher from the wall, but arrives too late. He is just in time to witness the shot. He stands frozen for a long moment, transfixed not by the familiar sight of burnt flesh and memories of the emergency room, but by the sight of Pistorious with a gun in his hand. But only for a moment.

With a wordless yell, Dr. J charges forward and brings the extinguisher tank down on Pistorious' outstretched hand, trying to knock the gun free. "You fucking idiot! I could have saved him. We could have studied the progress of the disease and found a cure!"

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