In a place such as this laboratory, there was no need for things such as cameras. To Mia, Leeroy's intentions, as well as his movements, were abundantly clear. She could feel every soul that moved within the confines of these halls, she could sense every thought that crossed their minds. There was not an insect that could cross her threshold without her noticing, and as Leeroy charged at her, she smiled. The still black pool of the control panel rippled, as a series of blocks rose from the blackness, forming according to Mia's will, arranging themselves. Then, with the precision of a surgeon, she moved one of the many blocks, sliding it upwards, shifting others out of place, like a massive block puzzle, bright red nails moving over inky black metal.
As Leeroy ran forward, he could see Mia at the end of the hall. Large metal doors beckoned him, bright green eyes carefully downturned, a playful smile a catalyst only for further anger. And yet, nearly invisible, he spotted a threshold forming in the metal, a slit. The ground trembled beneath his feet, as metal rumbled and screeched, the sound of surfaces scraping across one another filling his ears. From before his feet rose a wall of steel, even as he felt himself rising, leaving his stomach behind. A moment later, he realized that the entire hallway had shifted upwards, as the opening settled in front of another, a large metal door held closed with thick metal bars. Still, the air was filled with the sound of screeching, as the very building restructured itself according to Mia's desire. And as she spoke, her voice echoed through the newly arranged hallways, filled with a deceitful air of happy innocence.
"Do you want to play a game? Oh, I absolutely adore games, and the games I play with heroes are the best games of all!" Slowly, the sounds of the building came to a halt, the vibrations through Leeroy's roots calming down to the standard hum of engines, and hundreds of moving parts. "We're going to play a game of tag. Except this time, I make all the rules. You see, you're it, and you have to tag all those poor little prisoners..." With a metallic clang, one of the two metal bars holding the gate closed recedes, even as a red light starts spinning, a low-pitched alarm ringing. "Of course, it would be boring if that was all. The prisoners can't run away at all, right? So we'll play a double game of tag!" The second bar recedes with an equally loud clang, even as the gate, shuddering, slowly begins to open. "While you go around tagging the prisoners, someone else has to tag you!" With a gentle bang, the red light shatters, glass spreading itself over the ground. Leeroy feels the air pressure change, it would have made an organic being dizzy. However, the room is completely empty, except for one thing. In the very center, encased in a large glass casing, is what appears to be a shovel, ancient and rusted, it's handle worn away from use.
"Of course, when I say 'tag', I mean horrible murder, rape and torture. Not necessarily in that order."
As the lights turn off, Leeroy's senses extend into the supernatural. And yet, he feels somehow mesmerized by where he knows the shovel to be. Where he can feel it to be, as slowly, a light can be seen. Not a light. A figure, with skin so pale it's white, and blonde hair stained dark red. A small girl, dressed in ancient fashion, a dress covered in frills, and a beautiful lace collar, all in a muted blue tone. Flickering, she looked up, unmoving, her unmoving lips arced slightly open, as if in surprise. Of course, saying she 'looked', would be a presumption.
After all, where her eyes would be, there were nothing but deep black pits, filled with burnt flesh.
Without time for his rational brain to reach a conclusion, without any impulse or signal from his conscious mind, Leeroy's body turned around, roots clawing into the floor and rending metal for a better grip. Like a rocket, he shot off, each step leaving five holes in the metal ground, as if the devil himself was on his tail. Of course, in reality, it was something far worse.
High up, in the upper regions of the complex, Mia spun in her chair, giggling to herself as a bright purple portal opened behind her. She gripped her seat in anticipation, as a chill slowly worked it's way across her spine. "I'm so creative, I surprise myself sometimes." One hand on the control panel, she simply gestured, and the portal turned, until it was on the roof. With a loud shout of surprise, Kishin crashed through, having not expected the sudden change in gravity. She held her chin up with her left hand, as she gestured once more, this time imperialistically, as if she were scolding a child. "Now, Kishie, why would you walk away? I had this thing going, it was going to be FUN!" In a flash, she was on top of him, her fingernails digging through his scarfs as she smashed his face into the ground, metal bending under the force of the blow, leaving a permanent imprint. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? HUH? I'LL RIP YOU APART!"
