Mystic Elevator
Calm and rational -or- Poised to strike
You remain calm in the face of their collaboration for your death.
Tentatively, you reach forward to grab a gold pen from his desk. "Is there something I have to sign, or am I free to go?" you ask.
They return their direction to you, a wild and savage look to Michael and cold hatred from Gary.
"Hell, Mike, just do it already," orders Gary.
You sense Michael's movement before you actually see it, thankfully relying on your instincts to rise to your feet and move aside as he sailed past you in what was intended to be a diving tackle. You marvel at the speed of the attack until you feel a heavy blunt object smack the back of your head. Slightly off balance, you turn to see Gary holding a bloody paperweight in his hand.
Something powerful slams into your back and knocks you face first to the ground. Michael lands atop you, hissing like a serpent in his frustration. You roll over and knock him off of you. He lands nearby, his row of fangs bared in a snarl. With only a little effort, he springs at you again.
You are ready with the pen this time.
You let him land atop you, your face narrowly avoiding the gnashing monster teeth. You drive the pen into and through his rib cage.
His pain filled shrieks are like a nightmare you can never forget.
He rips the pen from his chest and throws it to the ground, running at you in a clumsy charge. You back step a bit and shove him head first into the wall, resulting in a loud crack from his neck. Michael falls limp to the ground and you start looking for the fat guy.
Gary is behind his desk with his back to the wall.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Gary asks. "You're disrupting the order of things."
"What the fuck are you talking about?! What order?!" You shout back.
Before he can answer, the office door swings open and one of the supervisors steps in.
"What's going on in here?!" He asks.
A woman behind him spots Michael and cries out in shock.
Gary steps forward and points at you. "Grab him," he tells them. "He's one of them."
The eyes turn on you with terrifying intensity. They bare their fangs and flick their lizard tongues at you. You don't remember this from the employee handbook. What kind of company is this, anyway?!
They come upon you en masse. You try to fight back, but it's useless. Fangs bite into you, teeth sinking deep. You do little damage and are soon taken down as they feed upon you. The pain intensifies as they rip chunks from your body.
Eventually you are unable to bear the agony any longer and slip into unconciousness. Death follows not long after.
You remain calm in the face of their collaboration for your death.
Tentatively, you reach forward to grab a gold pen from his desk. "Is there something I have to sign, or am I free to go?" you ask.
They return their direction to you, a wild and savage look to Michael and cold hatred from Gary.
"Hell, Mike, just do it already," orders Gary.
You sense Michael's movement before you actually see it, thankfully relying on your instincts to rise to your feet and move aside as he sailed past you in what was intended to be a diving tackle. You marvel at the speed of the attack until you feel a heavy blunt object smack the back of your head. Slightly off balance, you turn to see Gary holding a bloody paperweight in his hand.
Something powerful slams into your back and knocks you face first to the ground. Michael lands atop you, hissing like a serpent in his frustration. You roll over and knock him off of you. He lands nearby, his row of fangs bared in a snarl. With only a little effort, he springs at you again.
You are ready with the pen this time.
You let him land atop you, your face narrowly avoiding the gnashing monster teeth. You drive the pen into and through his rib cage.
His pain filled shrieks are like a nightmare you can never forget.
He rips the pen from his chest and throws it to the ground, running at you in a clumsy charge. You back step a bit and shove him head first into the wall, resulting in a loud crack from his neck. Michael falls limp to the ground and you start looking for the fat guy.
Gary is behind his desk with his back to the wall.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Gary asks. "You're disrupting the order of things."
"What the fuck are you talking about?! What order?!" You shout back.
Before he can answer, the office door swings open and one of the supervisors steps in.
"What's going on in here?!" He asks.
A woman behind him spots Michael and cries out in shock.
Gary steps forward and points at you. "Grab him," he tells them. "He's one of them."
The eyes turn on you with terrifying intensity. They bare their fangs and flick their lizard tongues at you. You don't remember this from the employee handbook. What kind of company is this, anyway?!
They come upon you en masse. You try to fight back, but it's useless. Fangs bite into you, teeth sinking deep. You do little damage and are soon taken down as they feed upon you. The pain intensifies as they rip chunks from your body.
Eventually you are unable to bear the agony any longer and slip into unconciousness. Death follows not long after.
