Okay, here's the challenge...

Scenario: There's a person in the basement of a lab. They're doing evil deeds. Bunsen burners sizzle in the dim lit light, and lab coats hang in a line on the wall. The person has gloves up to their elbows and they are knee deep in work to do... but what are they planning? why are they doing such things? You decide.

You must come up with an 500+ word post following this scenario. Give us a deep look into the psyche of this villain, and will the title of "Villain of the Month", and you get to post it in your sig, and it will be added to the side bar.

Good luck! Let's see how creative you can be!

Code-name: Hell on earth




In lab complex forty-five the screams of terror and pain drifted through the dark blood stained halls. The demonic presence which lies deep within the labyrinth of passages and hallways has no name. All that is know is when someone goes into complex forty-five they are never seen again. Governments deny its existence, because to say such a place is real would strike fear into the hearts of millions. In the state prison an inmate was dragged out of his cell kicking and screaming as the guards dragged him off. The other inmates cowered in fear as the door towards the basement unlocked to reveal a man in a blood stained white science coat with a gas mask on. The guards stopped and held the inmate up so the scientist could inspect him, but straight afterwards slit the inmate’s throat with one quick clean slice.

The scientist gave a demonic laugh as he indicated with his long black surgical gloves for the guards to continue into the basement. The guards nodded as they dragged the fresh corpse into the basement. The scientist looked round to see who would be his next victim, before swiftly walking back through the doors whispering a demonic language to him self. Down the dark gloomy corridors the scientist looked at his new test subject lying on the table with vials and instruments of mass torture lying around him. The scientist gave another phantom type laugh as he picked up scalpel and cut the chest open. The scientist walked over to a nearby shelf and picked up two vials, one was a thick black substance with the brown label saying ‘biological weapon 42’ and the other vial was a florescent red colour with the name ‘Brutass’.

The scientist walked over to the Bunsen burner and began to mix the two substances together. All that could be herd in the room was the single light swinging back and forth, with the occasional ear splitting sound of two glasses hitting. There was a green puff of smoke as the scientist laughed once again. He slowly put the newly made substance into a syringe with a tube and rushed back over to the corpse. Laughing he slowly stabbed the heart with the tube and injected a purple liquid into it, causing some blood to come oozing out of the corpses eyes and cut on the throat. There was no instant effect as the scientist began to stitch up the chest of the test subject but after waiting several minutes the body gave a sharp and violent moment which pulled against the restraints. The scientist let out a horrific scream of laughter as the subject began to mutate and become a creature which look like it belonged in hell it’s self.

The scientist looked at the door as two more men in white coats wearing gas masks each walked into the room. Both of them let out horrific laughter of joy to see the test subject in pain. Walking over to the table they all picked up one of the tools and began to chop, cut and dice the new species of creature into bits to see how it worked. Back in the prison the inmates could only listen to the laughter and prey that they weren’t next.

These are just some of the things that happen in the underground government complex forty-five code-named hell on earth.....







((theres my entry for you 567 words))

RESURRECTION OF THE DAMNED:

Not sure if you want this to be only a narration or if you want some slight rp'ing involved (as in having them talk)

I hope it's the latter.

BEGINNING:

The scientist had not slept for two days. He had not eaten for four. He had spent all his time in his lab, all his time alone. He wiped sweat from his brow as the Bunsen burners' heat was turned up higher to increase the reaction rate to allow the process to be sped up. The scientist was becoming desperate. He had spent two months doing research and work for this... It was still so far behind... "Sir? Sir!" There was a loud bang on the metallic door that blocked off the rest of the world from the scientist.

"What is it?!" The scientist barked, but it went unheard by the soldier. The lack of food had made the scientist's voice even raspier than it already had been. "Sir? Could you unlock the door sir? We have good news and bad news..." The scientist fumed with rage. Despite his old age, he quickly moved toward the door and aggressively unlocked the door. "What?!" The guard jumped back. The scientist's face was covered in a mask, which was covered in ash and other strange powders the guard couldn't identify.

"Your most recent test subject did indeed revive," The guard said, motioning with his hand to two other guards, who carried a corpse of a woman with them. The woman was in everyday clothing, but the clothing was covered in what looked like blood, except there were hints of black and green in the blood, instead of red. Her body was charred and rotting. "Is this a joke? Are you trying to toy with me! It's dead! You come here saying it was revived but it is dead!" The scientist shouted. Despite his raspy voice, it was powerful with an eeriness that could not be mimicked with a stronger voice.

"Sir, that's what we were trying to say..." The guard said, stepping back from the scientist. The scientist had taken off his face mask, his eyes were bloodshot... So much so that his eyes seemed to be completely red. "She was revived, and went into a frenzy. She then proceeded to cough up the blood you see on her now, and then died again." The guard finished, moving back further.

"I see...." The scientist said, his anger diminishing. "Then my quest will soon be complete. I am nearing the day of reckoning for the scum above this world. They simply BURY corpses, as if they are hopeless and useless. It is time they learn that those who are dead, are not truly dead, but simply temporarily out of action. They tried to bury my beloved, but I got her back. But no, they won't be brought back simply to die again, they will be immortal, and they will want VENGEANCE!" The scientist slammed the wall with his glove-covered fist.

"I will make it so they want vengeance..." The scientist began mumbling to himself, replacing his face mask. "Sir? What are you going to do about the reaction that all subjects have had to the operations so far? They have all reacted with charring skin and increased rates of rotting. You have yet to address this issue..." One of the two guards carrying the woman asked.

"Why... Nothing, of course. This look will inspire fear in the humans who tried to get rid of them. They will see their horrid remains... and they will COWER!" The scientist walked back into his room, shutting and locking the door. The guards proceeded to throw the used subject into the cremation center, a room where, every five minutes, jets of flame would shoot from at least twenty different openings.

Two more months passed as the scientist continued his work. More and more people were being abducted during the first month, but some time in the first week of the second month, the scientist ordered all abductions to stop. The grave site which had often been disturbed by these abductions remained still for that period.

"The boss is getting worse... Are you sure the money's worth it?" One of the guards asked, while walking back to their quarters. "I don't see why not..." Another one responded. "It's not like he's ever threatened us yet. He's just intimidating. We'll be fine. Come on, you should rest. Bill will co-" The guard opened the door to the guard quarters, where another guard stepped in front of them. "Bill won't be doing anything! That monster! That beast! I'm going to kill him!" Bill ran out of the room, letting the other guards witness the horror. There was a bloodstained bed, but nobody in it. There was a note, left on a spot the blood hadn't completely soaked.

This guard has now reached salvation. He will no longer be limited to his human existence, but will instead serve me as an eternal guard, and will soon help fight all the humans who so foolishly condemned the dead. I discovered what was holding the subjects back was not any fault of my chemicals, but of their own psyche. A willingness and ability to kill with less remorse than an average man is necessary for being brought back from the dormancy known as death. That is why I must now use you guards. There are more than enough of you. I realize you may fear this change, so I have sealed all exits with a welding torch. Only I have the necessary chemicals to remove this powerful seal. You will notice all your weapons and ammo have been emptied in your sleep. Do not fear, however. Your miracle of undeath shall soon come, and you will be greater than all others.

With ecstasy,
Your loving waker.

The guards looked towards each other, and then ran to the scientists door, hoping against all hope that the guard who had ran to it in a fit of rage was still alive. They reached the door, and saw a pool of fresh blood, as well as some peeled, charred layers of skin. The guards heard nothing beyond the door. They knew they wouldn't, it was far too late for him to scream. Solemnly the guards walked away, knowing that there was no escaping the inevitable.

Over the next few weeks, the guards were eliminated one by one. Nobody knew exactly how the scientist eliminated the guards, as they continued taking shifts watching the door.

Only when there were ten guards left did they find the answer. There was a tunnel, and in that tunnel, there seemed to be a gun of some sort. There was also a canister, without a label. They began to realize just what had happened. The canister was used to wipe them out, make it so they were completely unaware of everything. He would then use the gun, which they discovered to be a net gun tipped with tranquilizers and some strange liquid-like lining, to capture and immediately silence any of the guards he wanted, with the guard on duty being completely unable to notice anything.

"We're going to die here. Let's at least die trying to save our skin," one of the guards said. The others nodded, and they proceeded through the tunnel with the gun and canister. They found the other side of the grate, which led directly into the scientists room. They pushed it open to see the scientist standing there with a spray bottle of a sort, a small button, and behind him were the bodies of all their fallen guards.

"I laid those clues out for you. I hope you enjoyed thinking yourselves smart." The scientist pressed the button, and the undead guards lifted up strange, gun-type weapons, but instead of bullets, they were armed with chemical filled pellets. The battle was short and simple. The living guards all died quickly and painlessly.

"I am a God, who has created the perfect world. Now, to spread my glory..."

THE END:

NOTE!: This is all in the perspective of the person being tortured. They are in fact in the place in question. Though, I've made the room pitch-black, so I leave it to the imagination. I like the readers to see what they see, not what I see.
Also, the villain who I have torturing Virgil (you'll see) is my most sadistic villain and Ex-Ghost, Thomas Valtieri.

Enjoy!!




He woke with a start, someone jabbed him in the chest with something pointy, and snarled “Wake up, boy!” He looked around, he couldn’t see anything. Was he blind? No… Everything was pitch-black, he couldn’t see his hands in front of his face. But soon he noticed that was because his hands were tied to a chair.
He panted, he was afraid, he couldn’t see anything. All of the lights were off and any source of glare, or lighting, or anything that could even cause visibility, was gone. He sweat slightly as he heard footsteps circling him, multiple people? No… Who would want to capture him anyway?
He heard a voice, it was male. It sounded playful, innocent, child-like. It scared him all the more. The voice sounded as if it was coming from all around him, “What did you think you could do with her, boy?”
“Who?” he croaked,
“Who else do you answer to?... Who else helped you...?”
“S-…Sarine?”
“Yes, boy… Did you care for her? Were you going to try anything with her…?” A pause, a long pause of silence and nothing but. All was still, when suddenly a loud smack! Rang through the room, and pain engulfed the side of Virgil’s jaw. He had been backhanded. “No! I wasn’t going to do anything!” He yelled out of fear, he was sweating profusely and his jaw was clenched. “Don’t lie to me boy!”
“I’m not lying, I swear!” Bang! The sound echoed and for a fraction of a second light was there. Virgil, however didn’t see anything, because he was closing his eyes in utter pain. His kneecap had just been shot, and pain was spreading throughout his body, he was crying a little now. “Did you love her Heartnett?”
“How do you know me… How do you know her!”
“I worked with her once or twice if you must know, boy.”
“Did you love her?” A long silent pause, and two wrists went on Virgil’s shoulders, hands clasped at his chest wrapped around him as if in a hug. The cold, emotionless, innocent voice whispered oh-so-lightly in his ear. “If you could have called it love… Then yes, however… People say she’s not capable of love…” Suddenly a sharp pain went into Virgil’s stomach, his stomach was slightly being slit by a knife, or something.
“Then again… People say the same about me. I did care for her once, in some ways, I still do. I’m not sure about love…” The whisper stopped short, and the pressure on him went away.
Suddenly an icy cold breath, as if Death himself was standing in front of Virgil, enveloped his face. “Do you know what I do love boy?” The voice was childishly innocent and naïve sounding again. “Hmm…?” The voice obviously wanted an answer. This… Entity or whatever it… Or he… was, obviously had something against Virgil, he thought, and it was obviously from Sarine. “Bravo, boy, you figured out why I hate you. You did not however, figure out what I love.” Virgil froze, the man could… Read his Mind?
“Yes, boy, I can… I can do more too… Now tell me, what do I love?”
“I… I don’t know…”
“Here’s a hint…” Suddenly a sharp pain went into his right hand, Virgil screamed, after he calmed down, a cold hand went on his jaw, inches away from him was the cold breath, and the voice. “So, boy… What do I love?...”
“I don’t know!” He cried, “Please just let me go!”
“If you can answer this riddle, I’ll let you go, if you can’t…” A sharp pressure was on his left hand for a second, “Another pain…”
“Just let me go you sick bastard!” The pressure was a little harder now, “Ah-ah. You didn’t answer the riddle…”
“What riddle!”
“A man had twelve toothpicks, he took one away. He now had nine in front of him. How is this possible…?”
Virgil froze in thought, tears silently streaming down his cheeks, fear burning through his body. What the fuck was happening to him…?
He knew he had to answer this riddle. But he didn’t know the answer to it, “I don’t know…” He cried, “I don’t know, just please…”
A sharp pain went into his hand. “Ah!” Virgil screamed again. “Wrong answer boy…” A pause, and a laugh, “By the way… Do you like heat?” Suddenly a burning sensation was on Virgil’s bicep. He screamed, he was being fucking branded! “Oh God, please stop!” “I’m like a demon boy… Tell me to stop…” The burning pressure went harder into his skin, searing it, “And I just go harder and harder until the pain becomes unbearable.”
Virgil was crying at the top of his lungs now. “Pain,” He screamed out, “Pain!” The burning stopped, suddenly the voice was whispering in his ear, “Excuse me…?”
“That’s what you love… You love pain…” “Wrong!” The voice sounded delighted he was wrong, and suddenly his jaw was held open, and a hot coal was put on his tongue for a fraction of a second. “You’re wrong boy!...” The pain stopped, everything stopped.
It was silent again… His eyes tried to open, and they did, but it was still black. “Ah God…” He mumbled, the voice was back laughing a little sadistically “Did you think it was a dream? No… You blacked out… By the way your hands and knee and arm are just fine, good as new…”
“What… Did you do?”
“I healed you, what else?”
“But… Why…?”
“I don’t make lasting physical marks… Only mental.”
“Who are you…?” The voice laughed at the question, “My name is of no concern to you, I exist. But not corporally, so to speak, I am ethereal… I am a ghost… Invisible… Sharp…” The whisper was suddenly back at his ear instead of in front of him. “Deadly…” Virgil whimpered slightly, “You should be afraid, that’s wise. You’re fearing death, fearing fear, fearing pain… But really, death isn’t all that bad, I know many people who can vouch for that.”
“So… You like to watch people suffer…”
“Precisely boy…”
Suddenly a sharp tip was at Virgil’s throat, “And you will suffer…” The point had more pressure on it at his throat and a menacing, sadistic, childish giggle was in his ear, along with a whisper.
“Scream for me…”

1st place: Apocalytic-V

"Gave me chills. Nicely written, but did have some mechanical errors."

2nd place: Stranghill

"Very well thought out but without a great emotional pull. Good job."

3rd place: Locron

"Nice Locron, but not enough depth to make it into the first two."

Thank you for all who entered. I hope to see you in our competitions in the future. It was a tough race and I expect great things from all of you boys!