Hostage

[Hellfighter 17]

"You're gonna be okay." The woman's swooning occurred before the officer could ask her of her name. He looked around, trying to see a lightswitch. The only object that was providing light was a dimly lit lightbulb that hung from the ceiling, which was swinging about, casting a myriad of shadows across the floor; a chair that become a large-headed child, and the small blanket that nested atop it gave it hair that sprout up. The lone chair in the far corner would transform into a tall and firmly-rooted villain, whose lamp became a bat. The officer had previously tried to turn on the lamp, but to no avail - its cord had been shredded.

That's when he heard it. A monotonic, loud, incessant screaming form the adjoining room. With a swing of the lap, the officer could see that there was nothing to block his entrance, but splinters protruding from the hinges made it clear that there had once been a door there, but it had been torn off - Torn off? - and with further inspection he would have found that it happened recently. He gently set the woman down, doing it very slowly so that the least amount of dust would rise up. As he started to pull away, he could feel himself cling to her, and he soon found the source; some of the woman's fleece had caught itself in the small plaque that was fitted to his shirt, that shone as gold, although it was not, and had engraved in it "Clark."

After having freed himself, he slowly set forth for the doorway. The lamp's swing had become less erratic, but it was still going about, every-now-and-then illuminating a piece of the doorway, but never giving Clark a view into the room. The crying's volume had gone down a little bit, but it was still persistent, calling him. He assumed that it was a baby, but he had no way of being sure. He stepped into the room, and stumbled for a lightswitch on the room next to him; he was relieved once he found it. Upon flipping it, his eyes were to behold a crib, which sat in the middle of a large room, and inside was a small child, most likely only three or so months old judging by its size.

He smiled lightly and went to pick the child up. He snatched it up, holding it gently in both of his arms. the child stopped crying, and underneath its hat Clark could see big, brown eyes. Then a sound from the adjoining room startled the officer. He set the baby back down, looking through the passageway. Clark unholstered his gun and began towards the room, his face indifferent and eyes narrowed. "Who's there?" he yelled, taking no concern for the passed out woman and the infant. Once he entered the room, another light was turned on, and he could see the horror. The woman, who was now awake and screaming, "Help me! Get off of me!" was being held off of the ground. There was a "string" of red around her neck, and it appeared to be a very viscous lqiuid. Looking for it origin, Clark found that a large, humanoid-shaped creature was holding out his hand, where the red, gooey string originated.

The person was a myriad of red and black, which appeared to be molten as beads of his body were spurting off everywhere, making little noises as they did which could only be described as wet whistles. He had large, white eyes that held the sinister of any horror movie Clark had ever seen, despite there being no pupil or cornea. He could see no teeth in his mouth, only some black hidden behind a black mouth. "What are you?"

"That shall be known. For now, do you want to play a little game?" asked the creature. As the officer kept the red and black behemoth in suspense, the black and red behemoth lifted up his free hand. "I am Carnage, and that was not a question." A small dagger began to form in his hand, and he pulled back his hand, allowing the dagger to separate from his body. He threw it towards the woman, who screamed in shock as it cam hurdling for her neck.

The dagger, which was red for the most part, but had little black beads sprouting form it, impaled with the right of the woman's neck,a nd, although it had been slowed down dramatically, it kept soaring and eventually embedded itself in the officer's right shoulder. A spray of blood burst forward, mainly between Carnage and Clark, but a few drops landed on the two of them, with Clark jumping backward, causing him to hunch toward his right in pain, while Carnage caught some on his long, reptile-like tongue and lapped it up. More blood began to surge forth, but most of it simply flowed downward. Carnage released his grip of the woman, since it was apparent she would not be getting away; her head was twitching rapidly and what sounded like faint screams were heard, but that soon stopped, and a puddle of blood formed around her head, clotting in her hair and her clothes, with the rest merely building up, and the rich, dark red was very apparent. Small bits of dust mixed with the blood causing little balls of it to form on the ground.

"Don't you just want to fuck that slut now? Let's begin the game, then."