resident evil type gore roleplay.
The men tap rapidly at the computer, pushing up spectacles and murmuring under their breaths. He can hear them, their lab coats flapping, but he’s not fully awake. His body feels strange... stretched out. He tries to lift his arm and it comes back down with a clang.
There are loud voices around him, running and stomping. Dumb fucks, why couldn’t they let him sleep? Ryker shrugs. Cock suckers. He’d been a rapist once, though he liked to do things that were less then... acceptable, even among rapist. So when Umbrella had given him the choice of going through with his death sentence for having stuck that burning brand up the girl’s cunt or volunteer for an experimental procedure, well... he’d jumped at the chance.
Now he isn’t sure if that was the brightest of ideas.
The injection they’d initially given him hadn’t been an issue, even the constant monitoring from the scientist had been nothing more then a bother. But... the rash and how it had spread... The sudden headaches. Everything.... it had gone downhill then. Only thing that had made it worth it was the little bitch he’d seen walking around in her high heels, those nice fine legs clicking on the hard floor as she walked around. Yeah.... stupid cunt. Blonde hair tied back in a bun, glasses and decent sized breasts. Didn’t even know she was showing them off. The whore.
He can feel himself growing hard again, his erection pushing up. “The damned thing has an erection again,” he hears someone say.
Thing? He thinks. Thing? He’s not a thing! He’s a man, and he’s tired of being treated like a lab rat. He’s been hearing it for awhile now. The men referring to him as a thing... He’s ignored it up until now He doesn’t know why... why today is so different from any other day. But... he’s had enough. Enough!
Then there are the restraints at his arms again. His wrist banging against the shackles. “Quick! Get the tranquilizers!” he hears someone yell.
So tired of this.... so fucking tired. His eyes snap open and he turns to stare at the sniveling little man, the man shaking. He wants to say “what’s the matter doc? Never see some pissed off joe before?” instead, what comes out is a guttural roar.
The man stumbles back and Ryker pulls at his restraints, jerking and pulling until he wrenches them off and he swipes at the man. He’s surprised to see the man fall, blood splattering everywhere. The other scientist scatter, screaming.
He looks at his hand. It looks wrong... pale and... long? Like nails growing out of his fingers, but several feet long... He looks down at himself, feeling his naked scalp and feeling extra appendages twisting on his back, along his arms, like little worms. He looks at one on his right arm and looks at it, jerking and letting out a scream when he jerks it from his own flesh. So ... it’s a part of him?
What have they....
He looks at his member then. He’d been fair sized before but now he was enormous! His cock was at least three feet if it was two. Barbed with some four bone like prongs coming out around it. He runs a long claw along the length of it and smiles. At least this is good. He’s bigger then a fucking horse now! Wait till he rams it between that blonde cunt’s legs! He licks his upper lip, savoring the idea.
He gets up, wrenching the restraints from his legs. As he stands there is a blaring noise. The room flashes red and men in suits come in, looking at him. “What the hell?!” says one. “Fire! Fire!”
And they do. Bullets flashing, ripping through flesh and bone. They feel like hot pinpricks against his flesh. Burning shards of metal. They rip through him and he roars, charging the men. They scream, each falling as blades rip through them. Blood and gore splatter the halls, and men fall. Him making his way out.
As he makes his way to the exit he see that blonde and licks his lips. It’ll be time to try his new “toy” now. She looks up at him charging at her only when it’s too late...
Several days later. Ryker chews from the flesh of a dobermen he picked up. It taste like stale hot dogs, but he can’t complain too much. He’s found plenty of cunts to mutilate lately but he’s feeling a hard on coming on again....
He’ll need to feed again. He throws the remains of the dog aside and walks through the park, his hulking frame shadowed by the mass of trees. Here is a good place to hunker down and hide while he looks for his next target....