Log: Complete

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When; Mind Reading Day
Rating; NC-17 due to graphic violence
Characters; noh_dancer Scarab, red_horror Pyramid Head, alessalearnt Alessa
Summary; Driven mad by the constant mental barrage Alessa sends Pyramid Head on the hunt for fresh blood. Scarab, who is out looking for Inspector Abberline, happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Log;

Scarab winced as another barrage of insane thoughts ripped out of the cathedral ( that kid was seriously fucked up) and closed her laptop.

Abberline had been sighted near building 3.

With luck she could catch up to him before someone, or something, else did.

Stowing it in her bag, she picked up her SR-25 rifle and slung the strap diagnally across her body for easy access, then belted on the pack and started off down the cathedral steps.

'Please, Please God', she prayed silently, 'Please don't let anything happen to him. Just let him wait a little longer...'

She knew Frederick was going to be angry later that Scarab and Faye had gone after him, but right now she would happily trade him being pissed as hell for his safety.

"Vision", or no damn vision!

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The doors of the cathedral burst open and a mangled array of thoughts seemed to roar through the air. Staggering down the aisle of the chapel, Alessa grasped onto the bowl that contained the holy water. Her power was on overdrive; the blessed water darkened and turned into blood. She shoved her hands in it, bringing them up quickly, blood sprinkling her filthy cheeks. Dark circles were under her eyes, and her expression was one of pain and rage in a frightening grimace. She stared at them, her breaths coming out sharply. BLOODnotenoughINEEDMOREBLOODMOREMOREMORESHUTTHEMUP she thought, clenching her fists before dunking her entire face in it and bringing it back up.

'AAAAAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!!! NOTENOUGHTOOLOUDTOOLOUDSHUTTHEFUCKUP!!!!' She screamed, her voice ricochetting off of the chapel walls. She whirled around to face Christ on the cross 'YOUR SACRIFICE MEANT NOTHING!!! DO YOU HEAR ME??? NOTHING!!!!!!!'

Her fingernails were tearing through the flesh of the palms of her hands, and she began to bleed. Muttering as if she were possessed by some demon, Alessa's pupils dilated as her keen telepathy picked up the raucous outside. She staggered forward, her mouth starting to twitch in a cruel smile. BLOODMOREBLOODHERBLOODSHUTYOUUPSHUTALLYOUFUCKERSUP, she thought loudly, forcing the chapel doors to burst open with her mind as she staggered out into the dark nightmare she had created.