At 12/13/06 09:24 PM, HitTheTarget wrote:
Joseph shrugged, and said, "It was a Mac."
((That just made my month.))
Nick stared open-jawed as a haggard looking Joseph and Wedge tumbled out of the elevator, panting profusly. Joseph was saying something on the radio, then put it away and got to his feet, and only then did he notice Nick.
"Hiya." Nick said with a smile.
"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were waiting back at the armory." said Joseph, not looking too happy that Nick had dis-obeyed orders. Again.
"Myself and the brothers Volkeff kinda sorta had to evac the area in a hurry. And by the way, I'd advise you to not take a shit until we leave Japan. Now where's Zeke, I'd like that anti-virus-" Nick was cut off my a sudden spasm of heat that gushed through his senses. Unknown to him, his eyes had turned red. He looked up at Joseph and Wedge, the latter of whom began to raise his gun.
"Joseph, get back in the elevator, and hit the 'close door' button. The virus is taking over." Nick suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to take out his gun, aim it at his friends, and pull the trigger. Pull the trigger until they were dead. He began to raise his rifle, before rational thought took over and he began to lower it, before the virus surged forth again and Nick re-aimed his rifle.
"Joseph, get in the elevator now. I can't resist much longer." Joseph quickly backpedalled into the elevator and punched the close button.
Not a moment too soon, as Nick lost control and pulled the trigger, spraying the doors with bullets. Smiling as he did so, Nick walked forward, knocked on the doors and said in a taunting voice, "Knock, knock. Come on out, Joseph. I just wanna have a little fun."
Nick hit the button to open the doors, but Joseph had his finger on the button inside and they didn't open. Nick laughed, a cold cackle, "Well you're no fun. I guess I'll go find someone else to have a little fun with. I wonder where Zeke got off to."
Laughing and turning on his heel, Nick started off down the hall, his eyes red, his smile sadistic, his leg wound completely black now.
Somewhere buried deep in his physce, the real Nick O'Reilly could only watch helplessly, as the virus controlled his body. Heaven help me, the real part of Nick thought, and God save
my friends.