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Vindico
Legacy Name: Vindico
The
Common Experiment #911Owner: AmethystWallflower
Age: 18 years, 10 months
Born: May 31st, 2007
Adopted: 10 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: May 9th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 67
- Strength: 71
- Defense: 70
- Speed: 71
- Health: 64
- HP: 64/64
- Intelligence: 56
- Books Read: 54
- Food Eaten: 10
- Job: Part-Time Test Subject
Panic was swelling in her chest so quickly it consumed her completely before she was able to even fully get out of bed. Vinny was tossing and turning in a bed that was growing in temperature, but not from her own body heat. Before the smoke alarm jarred her from her nightmare Vinny was walking a barren desert wasteland without shoes. There was no sunlight, but every detail of her environment was impeccably clear, the skin on her shoulders where her night gown left the skin bare and the soles of her feet burned as if the sun was beating own on her, sweat was beading on her skin and beginning to drip over the inked images. She was convinced this was no dream, that she was stuck in this desert-like purgatory. Vinny had no idea how she had gotten there, only that she had opened her eyes and she was on the dry, sun cracked ground of what could only be hell, if not purgatory. It had easily been several hours since she had woken on the ground and began walking aimlessly.
Vinny’s arms were wrapped around themselves to shield herself from the ugly feeling that she was being stalked. In the back of her mind she cursed herself for not dressing in more than a thin nightgown for bed, but how exactly was she to know that tonight was the night the devil was going to descend upon her and drop her off in Hell’s desert. She would have been a fraction happier is she even had only been wearing socks; walking over the dirt burned her feet and she was afraid that her skin would soon start to split and bleed from the lack of protection they were used to. Vinny continued to walk and as she did it came crashing down on her that she might as well have been walking in wide circles. Despite the fact she had not changed her direction and maintained a straight path, she was clearly walking the outer perimeter of a globe she was not meant to escape from. Reluctantly coming to a stop, she wiped away a line of sweat from her brow with a mixture of panic and total aggravation. In her lack of movement, she dropped her gaze down to her burning, bare feet. It had to be getting hotter her. Ignoring the fact that there was no sun out to cause the rise in temperature, Vinny was sure it had risen at least 20 degrees since she had woken.
Why was she the one to be taken here? Where the hell was ‘here’ anyway?
Looking over her shoulder and squinting her eyes in efforts to see further back, she caught a glimpse of a black, dead tree that was several dozen yards behind her. Whipping her head around to see the landscape before her, her eyes found that same black, skeleton of a tree. With narrowed eyes she studied each distinguishing knuckle and bend before turning her head back over her shoulder again to identify those same ugly features. Sure enough, every deformed nodule was there, and she faced forward once again. Frustration was now mixed with panic that had been marinating in her stomach for several hours. She opened her mouth to let out a scream but a noise that did not belong to her erupted from her throat.
Vinny clamped her damp palms to her mouth and her eyes widened. She was biting her lip hard enough to taste copped on her tongue, but it was several long seconds before she released the bit of flesh and even longer before she lowered her hands from her face. With tears now forming at the corner of her eyes she opened her mouth to make any noise other than that horrible screeching, but with no effort on her part it was emitted into the air in a loud, rhythmic siren type of sound.
What else would happen? Was she going to burst into flames? She sure as hell felt like it with how hot she felt. Vinny squeezed her eyes shut, a few tears leaked from their homes and ran down her cheeks, only to evaporate in the heat before they reached her chin. Before, she was not able to make any noise at all, then she sounded like a siren when she did open her mouth, now she could no longer control any noise she did or did not make. Vinny dropped to her knees, scuffing them as they made contacted with the dried dirt and the small rocks, her mouth opening and closing in intervals, sounding off an alarm to only herself. In the back of her head she begged whatever being was stalking her in her peripherals to make this end. She begged to be taken home, to stop the sensation of being stuck in a rising sauna, to not feel so utterly terrified.
In response, behind her mental begging and behind the alarm she was being forced to make she could hear maniacal laughter. It sounded like it was coming from all around her and in her head. Vinny didn’t even bother to look up and try to locate where the laughter was coming from, she just lowered her face into her hands, pressed her forehead on the searing ground and wept against the heat and noise.
The moment it felt like the heat was going to ignite her skin, Vinny’s eyes flew open and she was back in her bedroom, on her bed in the comfort of its sheets. However, something wasn’t right. She didn’t just wake up from a typical nightmare. She was covered from head to toe in sweat and it was hard for her to clearly see the pictures she had hung on her walls. She opened her mouth to intake air but was granted only thick smoke making her violently cough into her hands. The same smoke burned her eyes and filled the room like a fog that had a purpose to kill. Clearly her apartment was on fire, but she was certain it was not due to something in her control. The earsplitting smoke alarm matched the tone that was erupting from her throat in her nightmare and she wondered exactly how long the alarm had been going off. It had to be long enough since her room was in the back of the apartment and already it was filled close to compacity with life-ending smoke.
Vinny abandoned all attempts at saving personal items, internally thanked herself for never adopting an animal since moving to the city six months ago, and only spared enough time to lace up some sneakers that she was sure wouldn’t slip off in her running and made for her bedroom door with a towel she had soaked in her connected bathroom wrapped around her face. When she reached the door and grasped the handle she immediately let go and backed up a few steps. The metal was now turning a bright red from heat and was impossible to handle. Her eyes found the window that lead outside, but jumping was just as much of an option was walking through the fire itself as she lived eight stories up. Another thing she internally cursed herself for.
With the flames clearly visible from under her door, the knowledge that her entire apartment beyond it was completely consumed in fire Vinny was forced into her bathroom where she bought herself no more than another15 minutes if she was lucky. Here the horrid reality of burning to death in her bathroom blanketed her. She re-drenched the towel and cradled herself in the bathtub, her knees up against her chest and her eyes fixed on the door.
Somehow, even though the only similarities between her nightmare and her current situation was the alarm and the heat, Vinny knew the two were related on a much deeper level than that. The idea she had been deposited into a purgatory or hell somehow seemed to reach her beyond the realm of dreaming. The dream was a warning of what was to come. Vinny was being summoned to hell and it was going to take her the only way it knew how. The steady dribble of smoke from beneath the bathroom door became a steady stream that flooded the bathroom now. Uncontrollably facts about burning to death she had regrettably learned as a child raced through her head. She wasn’t going to die easily or quickly. Vinny closed her eyes against the stinging smoke and breathed in her last damps gulps of air filtered through the beige towel.
Instead of the sound of the bathroom door being forced in and off it’s hinges by the fire, it was slammed opened where it made hard contact with the counter behind it. The black smoke sighed at the disappearance of the wooden panel and entered the room greedily, covering every available space. In the doorway with flames reaching around the outer edges stood a woman. She was tall with olive skin that was covered in the same inked marking Vinny had, but somehow, they were much more intricate and rested on her skin along with various other tattoos Vinny didn’t recognize. The woman’s eyes matched the flames at her back, the gown she wore was a deep blood red that looked singed at the edges but refrained from catching fire. The deep maroon hair that fell over her shoulders in thick waves held a motion that synced with the fire that burned in the bedroom behind her. All in all, the woman was painfully gorgeous in a way that told an onlooker that she was in total control on every bit of chaos that surrounded her. Her face, however, was Vinny’s face, the smile that was on her lips was Vinny’s smile.
Without warning the woman entered the room, the train of her gown scorching the ground as she walked and crouched before Vinny as she cowered in the porcelain haven she had created for herself. She stared into Vinny’s eyes, her smile never faltering, her hair spilling onto the edges of the tub tuning it black and she gently reached out to remove the towel from around her face. The smile she held was gentle and welcoming. It eased away all thoughts of a painful death and the destruction just behind her and carried a sense of familiarity. This time when Vinny took a breath, she did not cough. She felt the smoke reach her lungs, the heat of it sear the inside of her throat and the taste of burnt wood in her mouth, and when the woman that shared her face rose, Vinny placed her hand in the outstretched and waiting hand of the woman and rose with her. All the fear and the panic Vinny had been struggling with in dreaming and in the last several minutes melted away, she never broke eye contact with the blazing woman and allowed herself to be comforted by her presence.
"It’s time to come home, Vindico. You have wondered alone on this plane for too long and those who you rule need you." The woman’s voice was that of Vinny’s, but it had a celestial echo to it. She could have been whispering onto an amphitheater and still be heard for miles, yet it was not disturbing or overpowering.
After a moment’s hesitation Vinny replied, “Who are you exactly?” Her voiced falsely portrayed her confidence.
The woman’s smile somehow became friendlier as she lead Vinny from the bathroom and into the bedroom she could no longer recognize. “I am you as you rightfully should be.” The answer was simple enough and delivered as if Vinny was supposed to know the exact meaning without explanation. However, the woman saw the confusion multiply in Vinny’s eyes and she only chuckled softly. She turned away from Vinny while still clutching her hand like a lover and fully entered a room that was not the bedroom that was just engulfed in fire, but the grand opening of a ballroom hall.
The woman dropped Vinny’s hand, leaving the young woman cemented in place, and strode to the middle of the room, where she held her arms out wide. When she turned to face Vinny, her appearance was entirely different. The change was so fluid Vinny missed it completely. Every aspect of the woman from only moments before had evaporated and left behind a terrifying looking creature in its place. His body was several feet taller than herself, all the red burned away to revealed slimy black scales, a tail thudded on the tiled ground and curled around massive hind quarters that could only resemble a dragon. It sat on those hindlegs, its front legs resting over it’s stomach and dragon claws that looked as if they were stained in blood. The creature had no face, but an eyeless mask with thick jets of flame reaching upwards from either side of the mask. The only defining feature the creature had on his face was a horrid, pointed toothed grin that reached from end to end of the mask. Deep, neon glowing, purple slime dripped from several teeth and the corners of his wide grin. Immediately the fear was replaced in Vinny and before she could turn to run, the creature that had been just second ago a beautiful, fiery version of herself spoke with a tone of absolute insanity mixed with unwavering loyalty.
“Welcome home, Your Highness.” The creature fell into a low bow amongst several meaningless giggles. “I am your Nyghtmayre and have followed your orders from past.”
Vinny’s arms were wrapped around themselves to shield herself from the ugly feeling that she was being stalked. In the back of her mind she cursed herself for not dressing in more than a thin nightgown for bed, but how exactly was she to know that tonight was the night the devil was going to descend upon her and drop her off in Hell’s desert. She would have been a fraction happier is she even had only been wearing socks; walking over the dirt burned her feet and she was afraid that her skin would soon start to split and bleed from the lack of protection they were used to. Vinny continued to walk and as she did it came crashing down on her that she might as well have been walking in wide circles. Despite the fact she had not changed her direction and maintained a straight path, she was clearly walking the outer perimeter of a globe she was not meant to escape from. Reluctantly coming to a stop, she wiped away a line of sweat from her brow with a mixture of panic and total aggravation. In her lack of movement, she dropped her gaze down to her burning, bare feet. It had to be getting hotter her. Ignoring the fact that there was no sun out to cause the rise in temperature, Vinny was sure it had risen at least 20 degrees since she had woken.
Why was she the one to be taken here? Where the hell was ‘here’ anyway?
Looking over her shoulder and squinting her eyes in efforts to see further back, she caught a glimpse of a black, dead tree that was several dozen yards behind her. Whipping her head around to see the landscape before her, her eyes found that same black, skeleton of a tree. With narrowed eyes she studied each distinguishing knuckle and bend before turning her head back over her shoulder again to identify those same ugly features. Sure enough, every deformed nodule was there, and she faced forward once again. Frustration was now mixed with panic that had been marinating in her stomach for several hours. She opened her mouth to let out a scream but a noise that did not belong to her erupted from her throat.
Vinny clamped her damp palms to her mouth and her eyes widened. She was biting her lip hard enough to taste copped on her tongue, but it was several long seconds before she released the bit of flesh and even longer before she lowered her hands from her face. With tears now forming at the corner of her eyes she opened her mouth to make any noise other than that horrible screeching, but with no effort on her part it was emitted into the air in a loud, rhythmic siren type of sound.
What else would happen? Was she going to burst into flames? She sure as hell felt like it with how hot she felt. Vinny squeezed her eyes shut, a few tears leaked from their homes and ran down her cheeks, only to evaporate in the heat before they reached her chin. Before, she was not able to make any noise at all, then she sounded like a siren when she did open her mouth, now she could no longer control any noise she did or did not make. Vinny dropped to her knees, scuffing them as they made contacted with the dried dirt and the small rocks, her mouth opening and closing in intervals, sounding off an alarm to only herself. In the back of her head she begged whatever being was stalking her in her peripherals to make this end. She begged to be taken home, to stop the sensation of being stuck in a rising sauna, to not feel so utterly terrified.
In response, behind her mental begging and behind the alarm she was being forced to make she could hear maniacal laughter. It sounded like it was coming from all around her and in her head. Vinny didn’t even bother to look up and try to locate where the laughter was coming from, she just lowered her face into her hands, pressed her forehead on the searing ground and wept against the heat and noise.
The moment it felt like the heat was going to ignite her skin, Vinny’s eyes flew open and she was back in her bedroom, on her bed in the comfort of its sheets. However, something wasn’t right. She didn’t just wake up from a typical nightmare. She was covered from head to toe in sweat and it was hard for her to clearly see the pictures she had hung on her walls. She opened her mouth to intake air but was granted only thick smoke making her violently cough into her hands. The same smoke burned her eyes and filled the room like a fog that had a purpose to kill. Clearly her apartment was on fire, but she was certain it was not due to something in her control. The earsplitting smoke alarm matched the tone that was erupting from her throat in her nightmare and she wondered exactly how long the alarm had been going off. It had to be long enough since her room was in the back of the apartment and already it was filled close to compacity with life-ending smoke.
Vinny abandoned all attempts at saving personal items, internally thanked herself for never adopting an animal since moving to the city six months ago, and only spared enough time to lace up some sneakers that she was sure wouldn’t slip off in her running and made for her bedroom door with a towel she had soaked in her connected bathroom wrapped around her face. When she reached the door and grasped the handle she immediately let go and backed up a few steps. The metal was now turning a bright red from heat and was impossible to handle. Her eyes found the window that lead outside, but jumping was just as much of an option was walking through the fire itself as she lived eight stories up. Another thing she internally cursed herself for.
With the flames clearly visible from under her door, the knowledge that her entire apartment beyond it was completely consumed in fire Vinny was forced into her bathroom where she bought herself no more than another15 minutes if she was lucky. Here the horrid reality of burning to death in her bathroom blanketed her. She re-drenched the towel and cradled herself in the bathtub, her knees up against her chest and her eyes fixed on the door.
Somehow, even though the only similarities between her nightmare and her current situation was the alarm and the heat, Vinny knew the two were related on a much deeper level than that. The idea she had been deposited into a purgatory or hell somehow seemed to reach her beyond the realm of dreaming. The dream was a warning of what was to come. Vinny was being summoned to hell and it was going to take her the only way it knew how. The steady dribble of smoke from beneath the bathroom door became a steady stream that flooded the bathroom now. Uncontrollably facts about burning to death she had regrettably learned as a child raced through her head. She wasn’t going to die easily or quickly. Vinny closed her eyes against the stinging smoke and breathed in her last damps gulps of air filtered through the beige towel.
Instead of the sound of the bathroom door being forced in and off it’s hinges by the fire, it was slammed opened where it made hard contact with the counter behind it. The black smoke sighed at the disappearance of the wooden panel and entered the room greedily, covering every available space. In the doorway with flames reaching around the outer edges stood a woman. She was tall with olive skin that was covered in the same inked marking Vinny had, but somehow, they were much more intricate and rested on her skin along with various other tattoos Vinny didn’t recognize. The woman’s eyes matched the flames at her back, the gown she wore was a deep blood red that looked singed at the edges but refrained from catching fire. The deep maroon hair that fell over her shoulders in thick waves held a motion that synced with the fire that burned in the bedroom behind her. All in all, the woman was painfully gorgeous in a way that told an onlooker that she was in total control on every bit of chaos that surrounded her. Her face, however, was Vinny’s face, the smile that was on her lips was Vinny’s smile.
Without warning the woman entered the room, the train of her gown scorching the ground as she walked and crouched before Vinny as she cowered in the porcelain haven she had created for herself. She stared into Vinny’s eyes, her smile never faltering, her hair spilling onto the edges of the tub tuning it black and she gently reached out to remove the towel from around her face. The smile she held was gentle and welcoming. It eased away all thoughts of a painful death and the destruction just behind her and carried a sense of familiarity. This time when Vinny took a breath, she did not cough. She felt the smoke reach her lungs, the heat of it sear the inside of her throat and the taste of burnt wood in her mouth, and when the woman that shared her face rose, Vinny placed her hand in the outstretched and waiting hand of the woman and rose with her. All the fear and the panic Vinny had been struggling with in dreaming and in the last several minutes melted away, she never broke eye contact with the blazing woman and allowed herself to be comforted by her presence.
"It’s time to come home, Vindico. You have wondered alone on this plane for too long and those who you rule need you." The woman’s voice was that of Vinny’s, but it had a celestial echo to it. She could have been whispering onto an amphitheater and still be heard for miles, yet it was not disturbing or overpowering.
After a moment’s hesitation Vinny replied, “Who are you exactly?” Her voiced falsely portrayed her confidence.
The woman’s smile somehow became friendlier as she lead Vinny from the bathroom and into the bedroom she could no longer recognize. “I am you as you rightfully should be.” The answer was simple enough and delivered as if Vinny was supposed to know the exact meaning without explanation. However, the woman saw the confusion multiply in Vinny’s eyes and she only chuckled softly. She turned away from Vinny while still clutching her hand like a lover and fully entered a room that was not the bedroom that was just engulfed in fire, but the grand opening of a ballroom hall.
The woman dropped Vinny’s hand, leaving the young woman cemented in place, and strode to the middle of the room, where she held her arms out wide. When she turned to face Vinny, her appearance was entirely different. The change was so fluid Vinny missed it completely. Every aspect of the woman from only moments before had evaporated and left behind a terrifying looking creature in its place. His body was several feet taller than herself, all the red burned away to revealed slimy black scales, a tail thudded on the tiled ground and curled around massive hind quarters that could only resemble a dragon. It sat on those hindlegs, its front legs resting over it’s stomach and dragon claws that looked as if they were stained in blood. The creature had no face, but an eyeless mask with thick jets of flame reaching upwards from either side of the mask. The only defining feature the creature had on his face was a horrid, pointed toothed grin that reached from end to end of the mask. Deep, neon glowing, purple slime dripped from several teeth and the corners of his wide grin. Immediately the fear was replaced in Vinny and before she could turn to run, the creature that had been just second ago a beautiful, fiery version of herself spoke with a tone of absolute insanity mixed with unwavering loyalty.
“Welcome home, Your Highness.” The creature fell into a low bow amongst several meaningless giggles. “I am your Nyghtmayre and have followed your orders from past.”
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