Blood, Dolls And Monsters. (Donna X F.OC)

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The blaring of the alarm bounced around inside her skull.

The flashing red lights drowned out the glow of her eyes.

The flashes of darkness when the lights turned away swallowed her body.

Winters had not been as careful as she was, not that she cared, had he blasted the door in or beaten a man to death she didn't care, all she cared for was the end goal.

She had backtracked all the way to where she left her mask, stealing pants and a T-shirt off a body, walking back casually where she had been, sure... Being in her true body helped but this next door required fine motor function and precision, the hand of a Wendigo is too large for that.

Up to that door again, quickly typing it the three numbers and then tested all the options for the fourth, having slammed the man and bent his body in a corner before she could have seen him type that last one in.

She'd have busted through it if she could but the magnetic lock got the best of her, being too much of a hassle.

The door opened into a huge room that looked like an endless darkroom, tubes of fluorescent green liquids filled it all.

"And I thought I was extreme." The sliding doors closed behind her, walking down the endless expanse of deformed bodies in the tubes.

One had rotting legs, slivers of oozing chunks of flesh floating in the liquid, the head wrenched back by the lack of space for the horns in a correct upright position.

Another had morphed into a pulsating mass of flesh and corrosion that filled the tube, squeezing all liquids out. 

One had a twisted around neck, having tried to breaking the antlers off its decayed head after they pierced the glass of the tube, only serving in knocking the mask fastened to all tubed corpses' faces off its own and twist its own body in dying agony.

Of course, each and everyone horribly mutated to be something monstrous, a hideous copy kept in stasis, a prolonged dreadful sleep until their tombs would be cracked open and the abomination would try to find their 'home'.

Like the first she saw and ever single one after that, she found pity in the depths of her vile heart for these beings, humans always trying to control nature, come up top... She'll be able to stop this, put it to rest, put them all to rest.

She grabbed a tube and perched herself on top of it, silently making her way across the top, following the dim outlines of the cabling, all converging in on an observation room hanging from the ceiling.

She climbed up, having no trouble wedging her fingers in the cracked in the metal nor twisting her body enough to get a grip.

She reeled her hand back and punched through the observation bay window before grabbing both side of the hole and pressing open, shattering the glass open, all in less then a second.

With a lunge, hand was clamped around the observing researcher's mouth, she didn't care for why he didn't raise an additional alarm for her.

Smiling as she tilted her head, hearing a pop as the vertebrae dislocating.

"Ssh~" She smiled larger, snapping her head up straight again, making her already eerie voice back to its normal level, a dislocated neck did press on the windpipe and was bothersome to talk through currently, she had things to do. "You will be a nice help to me."

Bang bang bang.

She looked down and looked up, if she was a human the smile she wore would have torn her face in half, eyes shining through the eyeholes on her mask.

"Wrong bullets."

She squeeze, forcing his jaw open from where her fingers pressed in all the way until she heard a pop and snap, not only having dislocated it but also breaking in the bone, letting him push away.

"Oh please." She said, leaning over a the man fell over, her spine moving like a snake would, it is so hard to pass off as a human sometimes. "I just need your hand."

Yanking his hand off the ground and grabbed the arm right above and under the elbow, ripping the joint apart, letting the man scream a bit more before she squashed his head under her foot easily.

She turned to the control board and pressed the hand on the palm scanner, throwing it over her shoulder despite the criminal amount of drool she spat out instead of swallowing, she'll need a big dinner after this.

She clicked a few buttons, they were even nice enough to label them for her.

She looked out, this almost pity replaced by a ghastly laugh, sounding like a wheezing kettle stuck in the voice box of a deer, a true Wendigo's laugh, watching from her spot how each and every tube initiated its termination protocol, the bodies writhing in some untold agony as these mistakes of humanity perished before they could have breathed their first breath.

The smacks and shrieks of the dying filtering out of the tubes but they were eternally silenced just as soon as they called out, only death reigning master in the room.

And Wendy smiled, slithering her body out of the window.

The fake wendigoes are gone, all there is left to do is find what they have left of her blood, that troublesome baby and well.... Running this place to its death too.

And she was so thrilled by it.