OOC: As I'm sure you're all aware, there's going to be a sequel to this RP. It will be entitled Apocalypse 2: Countdown To Destruction. So in accordance with this, all credit goes to Hideki for the storyline. Anyway, this is going to be my final post for this RP because I'm sure many of you are eager to do the next one.
IC: The eerie feeling hadn't been for nothing. Faith kept on feeling it, as she continued to glance upwards at the ceiling. Sweat poured down her forehead and she wiped it away. "What the hell's going on?" she blurted out, sitting up too quick and provoking a violent pain in her stomach. It hurt so much that she kept on reassuring herself that nothing bad was about to happen. "It's ok, Faith. Nothing's going to happen, nothing's going to happen! Damn it, why is something going to happen?!" She rose to her feet, unable to take the tension anymore. Something tingled in her gut; it felt like this was the last time she could have to tell someone. It was the last chance to see him. A voice spoke in her head. "Faith," it hissed. "I finally found you."
Faith felt herself feeling faint at this point. The door was ahead of her, but it was not open. Her vision was beginning to become blurry; it felt like such a trial for her just to reach the door. When she did reach it, she opened it up and clung to the wall for support, as she stepped out of Rene's room. Her breathing was beginning to sound more hoarse now. It almost felt like the life was being drained out of her. "I ... I don't know how much longer I can ... go on," she murmured quietly to herself. She had no strength whatsoever to cry for help. Dare she admit it right now, but Faith Crest felt like a normal human being, knowing that her health was declining. And it wasn't even anything to do with the fact that she had been stabbed a day earlier.
The stairs were in her grasp now. But her energy was running out quickly. The voice was draining her energy. Did it have some kind of psychic bond to her? No one ever had done so, as she believed. Perhaps Rene may have shared some kind of bond. Well, that is, if he ever knew she had powers before and judging from his initial reaction, it was possible that he hadn't. Her memories played in her mind. Faith thought that she was going to die soon. At first, she thought it was a heart attack. The further she hurried to the main room, the more she began to realise that someone (or something for that matter) was attacking her mind. She coughed softly and was surprised to see that it was blood that she brought up.
"Blood?" whispered Faith, but nearly fell again at that slight distraction. Was she really dying? Was someone or something out to get her? "He has to know ... Rene ... I can't go on ... aaaahhh ..." Eventually, she found her way to the door and hesitated at first. The sweat dripped down her forehead and a sudden blackness was beginning to emerge. Delirious and almost gone from consciousness, Faith Crest stepped into the room so suddenly. Not caring if that got her the instant stares, she looked towards Rene and her hand reached out to him. "R - Rene!" she cried out with every ounce of strength that was left in her body. "Help ... aaaahhh! Help me!" She put her hands to her head. "HELP ME!" And with that, Faith began to fall and enter a deep coma ...
IC: The eerie feeling hadn't been for nothing. Faith kept on feeling it, as she continued to glance upwards at the ceiling. Sweat poured down her forehead and she wiped it away. "What the hell's going on?" she blurted out, sitting up too quick and provoking a violent pain in her stomach. It hurt so much that she kept on reassuring herself that nothing bad was about to happen. "It's ok, Faith. Nothing's going to happen, nothing's going to happen! Damn it, why is something going to happen?!" She rose to her feet, unable to take the tension anymore. Something tingled in her gut; it felt like this was the last time she could have to tell someone. It was the last chance to see him. A voice spoke in her head. "Faith," it hissed. "I finally found you."
Faith felt herself feeling faint at this point. The door was ahead of her, but it was not open. Her vision was beginning to become blurry; it felt like such a trial for her just to reach the door. When she did reach it, she opened it up and clung to the wall for support, as she stepped out of Rene's room. Her breathing was beginning to sound more hoarse now. It almost felt like the life was being drained out of her. "I ... I don't know how much longer I can ... go on," she murmured quietly to herself. She had no strength whatsoever to cry for help. Dare she admit it right now, but Faith Crest felt like a normal human being, knowing that her health was declining. And it wasn't even anything to do with the fact that she had been stabbed a day earlier.
The stairs were in her grasp now. But her energy was running out quickly. The voice was draining her energy. Did it have some kind of psychic bond to her? No one ever had done so, as she believed. Perhaps Rene may have shared some kind of bond. Well, that is, if he ever knew she had powers before and judging from his initial reaction, it was possible that he hadn't. Her memories played in her mind. Faith thought that she was going to die soon. At first, she thought it was a heart attack. The further she hurried to the main room, the more she began to realise that someone (or something for that matter) was attacking her mind. She coughed softly and was surprised to see that it was blood that she brought up.
"Blood?" whispered Faith, but nearly fell again at that slight distraction. Was she really dying? Was someone or something out to get her? "He has to know ... Rene ... I can't go on ... aaaahhh ..." Eventually, she found her way to the door and hesitated at first. The sweat dripped down her forehead and a sudden blackness was beginning to emerge. Delirious and almost gone from consciousness, Faith Crest stepped into the room so suddenly. Not caring if that got her the instant stares, she looked towards Rene and her hand reached out to him. "R - Rene!" she cried out with every ounce of strength that was left in her body. "Help ... aaaahhh! Help me!" She put her hands to her head. "HELP ME!" And with that, Faith began to fall and enter a deep coma ...
