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Facility Nights 1- Devil

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“ If God exists, than so must the Devil... in that case where's our god?” a scientist groaned, watching the enigmatic head scientist move around, the dark haired man buried in writing another formula. “ Because the Devil exists, and he's a slave driver!”

“ Shut up and get to work.” the dark-haired man muttered around a piece of toast, his green eyes rapidly scanning his most recent project.

“ World's falling to shit all around us and all Xipil can focus on is his silly chalk formulas... I thought he was a little too old to be playing with those things.” another scientist sighed, the first shrugging. “ Easy erase, that's why he does it. Guy's a genius, but even he makes mistakes.”

“ Nuts must run in the family... wasn't his father just as crazy?” the assistant asked, delivering coffee to all of the men working in the room.

“ Yes and his name was Satan.” the first scientist said. “ I mean... look at this!” he said, snatching a part from the table. “ It completely electrocuted anyone who refused the orders given by the person with the other half. It's the shock collar from hell and he made it while drunk!”

“ I wasn't drunk, I was high on LSD.” Xipil replied, erasing another area of the formula. “ A rather interesting experiment too, I must say... though I doubt the cops would say otherwise.”

“ Dare I ask what you're working on now?” the second scientist asked, bringing the mug of coffee over. “ Because you look too focused for it to be a simple project.”

“ It's a genetically engineered infected.” Xipil replied, sipping at the dark brew. “ The infected's numbers are increasing by a large percentage everyday, and there's only so much that screwball of a general can complete on his own. If I can make an infected designed to hunt down other infected, than we can significantly lessen the damage caused by the growth of the infected... like placing a hawk in a flock of pigeons.”

“ It'd have to be strong enough to take down a Tank...” one scientist quipped, Xipil nodding. “ Of course, of course...” “ And you'd need some method of controlling it.” he added. “ Already underway.” came the reply.

“ So, you're going to play god, and hope that this works?” the man said in disbelief, Xipil turning to face him. “ Science created the infection... Science will have to play a cure in fixing it. Right now the damage is minimal... only one state has been overrun... within two weeks I wager that more than 25 percent of the country will be gone. No vaccine exists as of yet, and a cure exists in dreams. We need a way to fight back, NOW.”

“ Doctor Xipil, your nephew is here to see you.” a female assistant said, the man hunching over a microscope. “ Let him in.” he said hurriedly.

“ Good afternoon, uncle...” came the gentle, yet stern voice of his nephew. “ Mom sends her best wishes and a batch of cookies...”

“ Afternoon to you too, Vincent. Ooh, cookies.” Xipil left his desk to go spend some time with his nephew, turning the lights out as he left the room, shooing the other scientists out.

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“ If God does exist... he must surely hate me...” Xipil said weakly from underneath the grip of two soldiers, glaring at the smug man before him. “ Because the last thing I get to see before I die is your ugly mug? I'm in hell and I'm still awake.”

The general before him was as repulsive as ever, and the eerie glint in the man's gray eyes told the scientist that nothing good was coming from this encounter... if the multitude of soldiers charging his facility was anything to go by. Several of his scientists were dead now, and only his latest two projects were in plain sight, and the two dual colored infected were ready to go... damned if he was going to let that man have them. “ Priority order, highest. Commander: Evelyn Valerie Edenfield. Protection level: Maximum...” the soldiers slammed his head down, unaware of what he was talking about. “ … Mission Start!” he said loudly, the soldiers yelping as two large shapes bounded out of the room, one soldier firing at them but missing terribly, the general looking startled as well. “ Was that... your project?” he asked.

“ It's a toy you'll never get your filthy hands on, Clint...” Xipil said around a bleeding lip. “ They'll die before they become your slaves...”

“ Pity... but I don't need two shiny new toys, I'm perfectly happy with making my own.” Clint said, brushing his jacket off. “ You're bound to have put some notes somewhere... I'm sure we'll make good use of them...” he lifted his pocket, withdrawing a syringe. “ In the meantime... precautions must be made to make sure you don't... well... act out of turn ever again. Do you remember the basic infection level... the common infected? Well, it's not too hard to obtain a sample from one of those mindless things.” he knelt down beside Xipil, pulling down the dark turtleneck he was wearing. “ Any news you want me to pass onto your family?” Clint asked, groaning a second later as Xipil spit in his face.

“ Nah... just a curse on you.” he hissed. “ Mark my words, Clint... you played with fire, and you will get burned.” he grunted as the soldier held his hands still. “ I'll find you... regardless of what form I'm in... I will find you, and I will make you pay. The Devil's coming for you... wash your neck, because it's all mine.” he hissed.

“That would indeed be a neat trick...” Clint snarled, uncapping the syringe and then injecting it into a vein on Xipil's neck. “ Let's see you try it... best of luck to you, old friend.”

“ The Devil doesn't need luck. He makes his own.” Xipil breathed, a small cry escaping him as a soldier hit him in the head with the butt of his rifle, rendering him unconscious.

“Throw him out of the area, he'll turn soon enough and some survivor will do us all a favor and shoot him.” Clint ordered, getting up and cleaning his hands off. “ In the meantime, I want all his notes on the Ranger Project. Doctor Grace will be more than enough to pick up on where Xipil left off, he's just as crazy but far more controllable.” the two soldiers dragged the motionless Xipil outside, tossing him on the outskirts of the forest as the rest of the squadron searched the room for the notes on the Rangers. “ Now... that woman he told his projects to run off to... where can I find her?” he asked, clasping his hands behind his back and leaving the room.

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Night had long since fallen by the time Xipil came to, his mouth and head fuzzy as he rolled over, grimacing. Looking at his hands, he saw the small claws and lack of pigment, dragging himself to his feet slowly before going to the nearby lake, looking down at the water. His eyes were still green, but he could see flecks of gold in his irises. “ Ha...ha ha ha ha...” he laughed bitterly, getting to his feet. “ Thanks God... didn't see fit to let me die, but let me wander with my mind in the body of a common infected...” he looked at his bloody palm, licking it gingerly. The part of him that was a scientist was eagerly bustling over theories as to why he hadn't lost his mind like all common infected usually did, but the part of him that had once been a soldier on a battlefield was wide awake and it was ready to go to war.

“ Knock knock, who is it?” He whispered softly, slowly walking back to the damaged cradle, going inside. In a few days, Evelyn would most likely be brought here to continue work on the Rangers, so he had to hurry. Grabbing his gear, he slid his fingertips gently over a combat knife, his old friend. “ It's the general...” he looked past the wall, closing up the room behind a series of hidden doors, slowly dragging himself out of the cradle. “ Is Clint home?” he purred. “ No?” he dragged the knife against a photo, shredding it. “ No worries...” he tossed the shreds to the winds. “ I'll be back later.”

Leaving the Cradle, his beloved facility behind him, he slowly started walking, his sadistic mind already making him hum in anticipation of the fight ahead.

' So build that wall and build it strong 'cause..” he hummed, pressing a button and hearing an explosion, his true workshop being buried behind a layer of rubble, keeping its secrets inside.

“ I'll be there before too long~”

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Facility Nights 1- Devil

--

“ If God exists, than so must the Devil... in that case where's our god?” a scientist groaned, watching the enigmatic head scientist move around, the dark haired man buried in writing another formula. “ Because the Devil exists, and he's a slave driver!”

“ Shut up and get to work.” the dark-haired man muttered around a piece of toast, his green eyes rapidly scanning his most recent project.

“ World's falling to shit all around us and all Xipil can focus on is his silly chalk formulas... I thought he was a little too old to be playing with those things.” another scientist sighed, the first shrugging. “ Easy erase, that's why he does it. Guy's a genius, but even he makes mistakes.”

“ Nuts must run in the family... wasn't his father just as crazy?” the assistant asked, delivering coffee to all of the men working in the room.

“ Yes and his name was Satan.” the first scientist said. “ I mean... look at this!” he said, snatching a part from the table. “ It completely electrocuted anyone who refused the orders given by the person with the other half. It's the shock collar from hell and he made it while drunk!”

“ I wasn't drunk, I was high on LSD.” Xipil replied, erasing another area of the formula. “ A rather interesting experiment too, I must say... though I doubt the cops would say otherwise.”

“ Dare I ask what you're working on now?” the second scientist asked, bringing the mug of coffee over. “ Because you look too focused for it to be a simple project.”

“ It's a genetically engineered infected.” Xipil replied, sipping at the dark brew. “ The infected's numbers are increasing by a large percentage everyday, and there's only so much that screwball of a general can complete on his own. If I can make an infected designed to hunt down other infected, than we can significantly lessen the damage caused by the growth of the infected... like placing a hawk in a flock of pigeons.”

“ It'd have to be strong enough to take down a Tank...” one scientist quipped, Xipil nodding. “ Of course, of course...” “ And you'd need some method of controlling it.” he added. “ Already underway.” came the reply.

“ So, you're going to play god, and hope that this works?” the man said in disbelief, Xipil turning to face him. “ Science created the infection... Science will have to play a cure in fixing it. Right now the damage is minimal... only one state has been overrun... within two weeks I wager that more than 25 percent of the country will be gone. No vaccine exists as of yet, and a cure exists in dreams. We need a way to fight back, NOW.”

“ Doctor Xipil, your nephew is here to see you.” a female assistant said, the man hunching over a microscope. “ Let him in.” he said hurriedly.

“ Good afternoon, uncle...” came the gentle, yet stern voice of his nephew. “ Mom sends her best wishes and a batch of cookies...”

“ Afternoon to you too, Vincent. Ooh, cookies.” Xipil left his desk to go spend some time with his nephew, turning the lights out as he left the room, shooing the other scientists out.

–

“ If God does exist... he must surely hate me...” Xipil said weakly from underneath the grip of two soldiers, glaring at the smug man before him. “ Because the last thing I get to see before I die is your ugly mug? I'm in hell and I'm still awake.”

The general before him was as repulsive as ever, and the eerie glint in the man's gray eyes told the scientist that nothing good was coming from this encounter... if the multitude of soldiers charging his facility was anything to go by. Several of his scientists were dead now, and only his latest two projects were in plain sight, and the two dual colored infected were ready to go... damned if he was going to let that man have them. “ Priority order, highest. Commander: Evelyn Valerie Edenfield. Protection level: Maximum...” the soldiers slammed his head down, unaware of what he was talking about. “ … Mission Start!” he said loudly, the soldiers yelping as two large shapes bounded out of the room, one soldier firing at them but missing terribly, the general looking startled as well. “ Was that... your project?” he asked.

“ It's a toy you'll never get your filthy hands on, Clint...” Xipil said around a bleeding lip. “ They'll die before they become your slaves...”

“ Pity... but I don't need two shiny new toys, I'm perfectly happy with making my own.” Clint said, brushing his jacket off. “ You're bound to have put some notes somewhere... I'm sure we'll make good use of them...” he lifted his pocket, withdrawing a syringe. “ In the meantime... precautions must be made to make sure you don't... well... act out of turn ever again. Do you remember the basic infection level... the common infected? Well, it's not too hard to obtain a sample from one of those mindless things.” he knelt down beside Xipil, pulling down the dark turtleneck he was wearing. “ Any news you want me to pass onto your family?” Clint asked, groaning a second later as Xipil spit in his face.

“ Nah... just a curse on you.” he hissed. “ Mark my words, Clint... you played with fire, and you will get burned.” he grunted as the soldier held his hands still. “ I'll find you... regardless of what form I'm in... I will find you, and I will make you pay. The Devil's coming for you... wash your neck, because it's all mine.” he hissed.

“That would indeed be a neat trick...” Clint snarled, uncapping the syringe and then injecting it into a vein on Xipil's neck. “ Let's see you try it... best of luck to you, old friend.”

“ The Devil doesn't need luck. He makes his own.” Xipil breathed, a small cry escaping him as a soldier hit him in the head with the butt of his rifle, rendering him unconscious.

“Throw him out of the area, he'll turn soon enough and some survivor will do us all a favor and shoot him.” Clint ordered, getting up and cleaning his hands off. “ In the meantime, I want all his notes on the Ranger Project. Doctor Grace will be more than enough to pick up on where Xipil left off, he's just as crazy but far more controllable.” the two soldiers dragged the motionless Xipil outside, tossing him on the outskirts of the forest as the rest of the squadron searched the room for the notes on the Rangers. “ Now... that woman he told his projects to run off to... where can I find her?” he asked, clasping his hands behind his back and leaving the room.

–

Night had long since fallen by the time Xipil came to, his mouth and head fuzzy as he rolled over, grimacing. Looking at his hands, he saw the small claws and lack of pigment, dragging himself to his feet slowly before going to the nearby lake, looking down at the water. His eyes were still green, but he could see flecks of gold in his irises. “ Ha...ha ha ha ha...” he laughed bitterly, getting to his feet. “ Thanks God... didn't see fit to let me die, but let me wander with my mind in the body of a common infected...” he looked at his bloody palm, licking it gingerly. The part of him that was a scientist was eagerly bustling over theories as to why he hadn't lost his mind like all common infected usually did, but the part of him that had once been a soldier on a battlefield was wide awake and it was ready to go to war.

“ Knock knock, who is it?” He whispered softly, slowly walking back to the damaged cradle, going inside. In a few days, Evelyn would most likely be brought here to continue work on the Rangers, so he had to hurry. Grabbing his gear, he slid his fingertips gently over a combat knife, his old friend. “ It's the general...” he looked past the wall, closing up the room behind a series of hidden doors, slowly dragging himself out of the cradle. “ Is Clint home?” he purred. “ No?” he dragged the knife against a photo, shredding it. “ No worries...” he tossed the shreds to the winds. “ I'll be back later.”

Leaving the Cradle, his beloved facility behind him, he slowly started walking, his sadistic mind already making him hum in anticipation of the fight ahead.

' So build that wall and build it strong 'cause..” he hummed, pressing a button and hearing an explosion, his true workshop being buried behind a layer of rubble, keeping its secrets inside.

“ I'll be there before too long~”