The FREY

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Her name is Rosemary. Her favorite hobby is killing.

Chapter 5 (v.1) - Rosemary

Submitted: December 23, 2018

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"Abnormals? Yes I've heard of them--a brilliant piece of engineering work that was, of course by the hand of The Archetype; Abnormals are what happens when a mind dies inside The FREY--their consciousness remains locked within the virtual world and is then repurposed by The Archetype. Some of them become silent, skilled killers known as Regulators, and lurk about in the open spaces between the major towns, while others...others become far more obvious and violent, zombie-like abberations, which the Candidates affectionately call Ragers. SHE however...she's more of an anomaly--how the HELL did she get in here?"

 

One day-cycle after the First Challenge...

 

Her red, hooded jacket shone boldly in the scoured sea of dismantled bodies, which had been taken apart piece-by-piece about 5 miles outside of North Town; the carnage was precise and calculated, albeit messy and strewn about, but she stood, staring blankly at the aftermath unfazed. Her long, straight, silver hair hung in a single ponytail behind her back, revealing gray eyes and soft, Japanese facial features; she was no older than 18, and apart from her average appearance, she was silent and low-profile.

 

She kept a single machete-like blade in a hand-made leather sheath on her back, and her hands were covered with leathery-black gloves.

 

After admiring the dreary scene, she continued her walk towards North Town, which was only partially visible up ahead due to the scattered trees and open grassy fields that spotted the spaces between all four major towns in The FREY, apart from the denser, thicker forestlands surrounding the towns themselves. Her statwatch beeped, and she flipped her left arm up slowly to uncover the device from beneath her long jacket sleeve, and began watching the holographic playback of The Archetype's challenge with a blank, unresponsive stare. Once it ended, she opened her Personnel Manual and scrolled through it, looking at her own notes on scouting and cartography.

 

"There she is!" a male voice called from not far up ahead, and she looked to see a small group of male Candidates making their way towards her with makeshift weapons. 

 

She closed the statwatch Personnel Manual and eyed them as they approached, reading their array of faces in the small, 8-man group, and stared blankly at them until they surrounded her. One of the males, a rather tall, Hispanic 18-year-old wearing a black Adidas uniform, lifted a metal rod onto his left shoulder and grinned.

 

"That's her right there, ese; the one with the Bounty Mark--Rosemary!" he declared haughtily.

 

The girl's eyes dilated sharply, and without warning, she surged forward on the crowd, removing her machete blade from its sheath on her back, with her right hand. She began shredding through the male Candidates without hesitation, severing limbs and heads with an emotionless face, until she finally reached the Hispanic 18-year-old who called her by name. She hacked off his legs in a single strike, sending him to the ground, and then proceeded to remove his hands, one of which was still gripping the metal rod as he laid screaming in agony. Just before the final strike, she sat atop him and held her blade to his neck, leaning over into his face as he began to moan from the pain of his severed limbs.

"Wh..what are...why are you doing this?" the Hispanic teen asked her with a broken voice.

Rosemary stared blankly for a second, and then opened her mouth to reveal a black, thin, rope-like tongue, which she whisped across the Hispanic teen's lips.

"You mentioned my name," she hissed at him in a low, raspy voice, and as he stammered in disbelief, Rosemary crammed her tongue into his mouth with a sloppy, aggressive kiss. The Hispanic teen let out a muffled scream as his skin began to melt and twist, covering his entire body and face with scorching burns, but Rosemary closed her eyes, giggling as her tongue went deeper, reaching down this throat as he thrashed around, shriveling as his flesh turned black and burnt.

 

He went stiff, lifeless, and Rosemary ended her deadly kiss with another blank stare, turning her gaze towards North Town once more.


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