A Psychopath and his Zombie [Vincent]

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“Mindy....!” Allenhart sobbed as he trudged slowly toward his home deep within the noxious sewers of New Orlands , his limbless right side beginning to change a rotting shade of grey as the bloodless wound continued to be exposed to the living breathing elements. His silver eyes glittered from the tiny droplets tumbling down his pale face as he began to recall the terrible images of his dearest Mindy being sliced to pieces by the meddling kids! “Mindy!” He whimpered again, clinging to his armless side and groaning painfully, however he was not feeling physical pain for he could not. His heartless chest ached for his creation and all he wanted to do was wallow in guilt for calling for her aide. He should have known she would die, for she was such a fragile beauty and those brutish monsters cut her down like a dog! “I will miss you my dearest!”

As he approached his “home” the sound of his favorite tune began to echo louder and louder as he approached. His watered eyes glanced longingly into the dark and he called out heartbroken, “Sheila! Daddy needs you!” And within moments the deformed monster crawled toward its master and purred as she rubbed her hard crown against his side, its rough rotted tongue licking at Allenhart’s exposed wound as if its baby had been wounded. “There’s my girl! Sheila I’m sorry but...” He turned away painfully and clutched the sides of her head and pet the abomination lovely. “Mindy’s gone.”

‘Sheila’ whimpered sadly as her masters informed her of the terrible news and she clucked achingly as she mourned her ‘sister’. As Allenhart consoled his pet he lifted his solemn gaze toward the dark and called out longingly, “Vincent!” He rose from on one knee and headed toward the shadows, begging for his friend to reveal himself. He raised his hand into the air as if beckoning this ‘Vincent’ for a hug. “Vincent! I need you kind sir! Daddy needs help! I lost my head...” He then halted. “See, listen to me! I’m a wreck! I lost my arm!”

[Vincent Maximous]

There Vincent sat, hunched over in the shadows with his boxers around his ankles. His torn jeans where carelessly tossed to the side, and sat in a crinkled mess. A painful groan streamed from Vincent’s lips as his pale hand carefully moved the sewing needles through his rough undead flesh. A bead of sweet tinkled down his furrowed brow. How could this happen to him? The lone man bit his lips in an attempt to stifle a gasp. Pain surged through his tall frame like a tidal wave. The male was in the process of sewing himself back together after a rather embarrassing incident. Two explicit magazines depicting a picture of nude blondes sat face down in the grime beside him. “Why me…” Vincent grumbled under his breath. Needless to say, these magazines wouldn’t be touch from quite some time after this. Vince couldn’t believe what was happening! One moment he was enjoying himself and the next he was screaming like a little girl. What had this world come too? He couldn’t do anymore now that he was a rotting corpse. Vincent feared his pent up sexual frustration would be bottled up forever. This would only lead to more violent outbursts.

Perhaps wondering limbo was better than an eternity of this sh*t.

After the good doctor left Vince decided to get a little alone time. He doubted any girls on the surface would want to get with a rotting corpse, and having his way with Sheila was totally out of the question. He really didn’t have a choice but to turn to the magazines that he stole from a store. This of course ended tragically when one of his most precious body parts decided to pop off like an arm of a doll. It didn’t take much to do this, which was what scared the man. Why was he so fragile when he didn’t feast? Vincent ever truly understood how eating humans helped him keep his form; he’d never really questioned it.

Vincent got half way through sewing this flesh back together when he realized he was using purple thread. The male glared down at the needles that sat in his trembling hand. A low growl streamed passed his lips. “D-DAMN IT!” Oh god, how did he not see it before!? During his panicked scrambling he just grabbed the closet thing to him. To his dismay it just had to be Purplethread. Vincent gritted his teeth. Why did he even own purple thread anyway? Then again was the color of the thread really his biggest problem right now? He was falling apart for goodness sake! What had once started as a nice get away, turned into a nightmare of epic proportions. After the last stitch was sewn Vince made an attempt to stand. It took a minute to do this, thanks to the newly stitched wound. He winced as he did so, and his body stood ridged. The wound was still paining him, but at least everything was staying in place. Vincent breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he was dead it hurt physically to lose his body parts. Suppose this was onto of the down sides to being a reanimated corps, he felt everything. Maybe it was just him, or the fact that he didn’t eat yet today? Vince wasn't sure why he felt discomfort. Dr. Allenhart didn’t seem to feel much pain; then again, the man was like a living manikin. With a sigh Vince bent down and pulled his boxer shorts up before he made his way over to his pants. As he slipped them on he heard his name being called.

Vincent immediately looked up. Allenhart was back already? The zombie was sure his master would be out much later. Soon he figured out why. When Vince heard the doctor lost his head the man’s eyes widened. With a sudden burst of energy he stumbled out of the drainage tunnel with his pants still unzipped. Once he got out he stopped as he began to realize something. How could he talk without a head? The male scoffed as he strolled up to Allenhart. Well, at lest his head was still on. One hand remained on his pants while the other tried to keep the teary eyed man at bay. This of course didn’t work. “S-Stop!” Vince barked as he man wrapped one arm around him and pulled him into a hug. If his gross sobbing wasn’t bad enough, now the doctor wanted a fucking hug. What had gotten into him!? The zombie knew he was crazy but this was just too much. During this teary eyed reunion he looked down and realized the man was missing an arm. “W-what the hell!?” Vincent said his voice full of confusion. The Doctor wasn’t one to carelessly loose an arm like that. Something must have happened to him; something more than just loosing an arm. Curious, Vincent looked Allenhart in the eye. He didn't make any attempt to push the man away, in fear that he would keep crying. “Now, calm down and tell me what happened.”

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As Allenhart forced his stitched form against Vincent, images of his beauty’s creation began to dart like an aged film reel; the process of splicing her fantastic DNA in a single masterfully created frame which, recalling it now, had taken up a massive amount of space in New Orlands’ siphoning tunnels and had caused quite a bit of trouble with the cattle that trotted above him. Oh how he would miss her the churning sounds that bellowed from her long elegant throat as she feasted on her prey she snatched from the world above. Poor unsuspecting homeless people!

“Mindy...” The one-armed, demented Necromancer clung to his zombie confidant in tormented depression. The very notion of Mindy’s beautiful existence cut so short caused an intense ache in his soulless vessel and he gripped tighter to Vincent as he blubbered continuously on his shoulder, his stub wiggling beside his hip in a craze. The gorgeous melody from the ancient record player hummed in the noxious tubes of the sewers and it did little to appease Allenhart and he only hugged tighter to his only friend, “My dearest girl...” Allenhart pulled away, his one-sided grip growing tight as his silver irises gaped, large water droplets tumbling down his sickly pale face. “Mindy is gone Vincent... the ‘hiro’s’ killed her!” He babbled, referring to the three individual’s that had almost captured the Necromancer however it was all because of Mindy that he managed an escape, and now she was dead... again... for real this time. “She came to my aid when some red-headed man woman appeared and tried to take me away!” Allenhart waved his single hand and stub all over as he was explaining his scarring tale, his eyes still dripping with tears. “I can’t believe I lost Mindy. She was one of my greatest...” He voice drew out slowly, his mind slowly teetered.

However, even in his state of grief the Necromancer could not battle his impulses, most definitely now that he was extremely vulnerable after his creature’s murder. Allenhart, during his crazed rant, noticed Vincent’s jeans were not properly zipped and it caused a small giggle under his breath. It was as if the doctor had forgotten already! “Did you jack it ‘off’? Get it? Haha, ah I am amazing!” The deranged Necromancer had almost completed his... perplexing mourning process since from Vincent’s position, the doctor was now skipping and dancing in the underground catacombs like the true madman he was, unfazed of his violent engagement a few moments before. It was equally disturbing to see Allenhart as a sobbing child or as his natural self. Shooting a glance on the rather embarrassing scene in Vincent’s pants, Allenhart continued to twirl rather gracefully on his makeshift dance floor, “Are you hungry Vincent? You look rather... ‘empty’?” He expressed the last word while nodding his head downward to the zombie’s crotch, chuckling again as he pondered the curious thought of how his companion had ended up the way he was. “Did I catch you with your pants down?” He teased again, hopping about, his pet Sheila circling around the grounds with her master, confused by her masters strange mannerisms.

“Sorry mother didn’t return with the goods, but I have to say your pressuring me dear!” He whimpered mockingly. “What do I get in return!?” It seemed Allenhart was lost in his own dribble as he muttered never-ending innuendos and goadings at Vincent in his awkward state.

ooc: bleh post I apologize

[Vincent Maximous]

Vincent couldn’t believe his eyes. This grown man was sobbing like a little child. The zombie had quite a big deal of respect for Dr. Allenhart. However, this act was just pitiful. Vincent rolled his deep blue eyes like a sassy teen. If wanted to stay with Allen he would have to suck it up go along with it, even if the whole thing seemed just downright silly. The last thing Vince wanted to do was get on the necromancer’s bad side. He’d seen the mad man in action. This undead doctor could create and destroy with such ease, it was unbelievable. He was almost godlike in the eyes of the zombie. After all, he was one of the few people that could send him back to infinite hell called limbo. What a shame. He traded his soul for an eternity of slavery. As irritation as this was, apart of him was actually curious to know what had troubled the powerful necromancer. Allenhart was acting so strange. This wasn’t the usual Allen that Vincent had grown to tolerate. No, this man was brooding and depressed. Vincent had never seen necromancer so upset.

The situation grew worse when the good Doctor pulled Vince into a hug. He grumbled as Allenhart’s stitched frame pushed against his. Vincent was a man who valued his personal space. And to his dismay It had been shattered to bits by this sad pitiful man. The zombie winced and shifted uncomfortably in Allenhart’s grasp. Vincent wasn’t a sucker for hugs; even when he was alive. Hell, he’d take extra precautions to avoid such a situation. Needless to say, he rarely showed his pregnant wife any affection, he saw no use it dong such trivial things. So an act like this annoyed the living hell out of him. Vince could recall his wife doing the same thing Allen was doing right now. Crying away and beckoning for a hug. Of course to keep his home, he would deal with his wife’s piteous requests. when he was alive Vincent had been forced into marriage due to just unborn child. But, to his delight he would never have to see the little creature’s face. A baseball bat did its job well, perhaps a little too well. Despite living with little to no purpose, Vince did miss being a living breathing human. He missed being able to perform a simple task without fearing of losing a body part or two. Unfortunately that time in his life was gone. All he could do now was look to the future. Vincent quickly shook this thought from his head. It was utterly useless to think about the past. Especially now that his future was standing here crying away like a baby. With a loud brooding sigh the Zombie looked down. He was about to speak when his sapphire orbs caught sight of the necromancer’s arm. It was twitching disgustingly beside him. Oh god, just the sight caused the male to cringe. It took everything Vincent had to hold back a disgusted gag. Vince wasn’t the squeamish type, not in the least, but this wound was just nasty. Did Allen not feel it; the painful aching, the throbbing? Maybe that was why he was crying? No, that couldn’t be right. The man did experiments on himself for goodness sake! Vince doubted he would be crying over losing an arm.

Vincent was so concerned about the Doctor’s arm that he didn’t realize Mindy was missing. How could you miss such a large creature anyway? Allenhart began to clutch the zombie tighter. The poor man's tears of sorrow began to dampen his shirt. Vince grunted, obviously very displeased. His disgust of the whole situation would go unnoticed. Vincent knew better than to voice his option around the good Doctor. He kept his pale hands clutched to his pants in an attempt to keep himself from pushing Allen away. Oh, how tempted he was to do just that. Before Vince could even think to do so Allenhart muttered his experiment’s name. Mindy? Oh yes, that’s right. That other creature Allenhart had created. That thing was a beast of an experiment. The zombie could deal with Shelia’s constant gurgling and periodic growling, but Mindy was another story. Vince hated that loathsome creature. It was so large that he felt utterly intimidated when the damn thing was around. Worse of all it had been Allenhart’s favorite. In Vincent’s eyes this meant he could be disposable, but now that that dreadful thing was gone he would become useful to the necromancer. A spark of happiness lit up those dead eyes of his. With the large beast gone he could become top dog (or so he thought).

Allen soon added that the beast had been taken down by some hiro’s. Vincent cocked his head curiously. It was truly amazing to believe anyone could kill such a large creature. Taking that thing down must have been a daunting task. This couldn’t have been the work of humans. Vince could recall Mindy wiping out a group of citizens with ease. The Doctor built that thing like a tank! Though the male hated the experiment with a passion, he had to admit Mindy was a war machine. Shelia and himself would cripple under the power of that beast, no wonder Allenhart was so upset after losing her.

Vince’s thoughts were quickly interrupted as the Man continued to clutch him. His grip grew even tighter as he spoke. To his dismay the necromancer’s gross sobbing didn’t let up. Vincent was inwardly ecstatic that the hulking beast was good and dead. He wouldn’t show it though, who knows what Allen would do. Punishment down here could easily mean being dismembered and left for the rats. Vince would have to play the concerned son role for now. The zombie mustered up a mournful frown. He then wrapped his free arm around Allenhart just for extra measure. This act of desperation disgusted him to no end, but what else could he do? “I’m so, so sorry.” His words filled with fake modesty and understanding. Milking this situation for what it was worth was a must. ” Protecting you is first priority, Master. Mindy knew that, and she died a hero. ” That should be good enough, right? Vince could only hope the Doctor would buy into this ruse.

What Allenhart mumbled next caused Vincent’s eyes to narrow. She was one of his greatest experiments, huh? His greatest!? A hint of jealousy rushed through Vince’s undead vines. His dead brain immediately began to take this the wrong way. It was in the zombie’s DNA to act out first and ask questions later. Vince was a rather competitive chap in this sense. If she was his best, then what did that make him? No way! That brainless beast wasn’t his greatest experiment. It may have been big, but it wasn't the smartest, right? This was madness! In a way the Doctor’s experiments were nothing but competition. Hopefully he could convince Allenhart not to make another Mindy. Vincent often wondered what the Doctor saw in that thing.

Allenhard was full of surprises. What happened next baffled the young zombie. Allenhart’s personality did a complete turnaround. It seemed this man was rather flexible when it came to his emotions. One moment he was sobbing like crazy, and the next he was bouncing around like a happy little pup. Vincent’s hand released the man. He then closed his eyes pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. This couldn’t be happening. A sigh escaped his pale lips. “You have got to be kidding me…” Should Vincent really be so surprised by this sudden change? Allen was a mad man at heart. It would be impossible to predict what he would do next. That’s what made the Doctor so dangerous to deal with. When the insane man spoke of jacking itoff Vince’s face seemed to turn a pasty white color. If he had actual blood running through his veins he would be blushing like crazy. Allen's tasteless joke wouldn't go unnoticed. That was a low blow in the eyes of the utterly embarrassed zombie. Oh, woe was he, the man with the detachable body parts. Allenhart’s words were nothing more than salt in his wounds.

Embarrassment soon ripped through the zombie’s undead body like a shock wave. There was little to nothing he could do to stop this onslaught of teases. He just had to grin and bear it for now. Vince quickly regretted his decision to pleasure himself. It only led to trouble. And when trouble came around Allenhart was there to great it. With a hardened scowl Vincent quickly turned away. Shame filled the void his nonexistent heart had left. “T-That’s not funny!” Vincent’s deep voice cracked as he fumbled with his zipper. When Allen continued to taunting him Vincent growled and rolled his eyes.” Yeah, you’re pretty f*cking amazing alright…” he huffed sarcastically under his breath. His pale fingers managed to grab hold of his zipper. Vincent’s shaky hands then pulled it up. Once his pants were properly zipped up he snorted to himself. The things he had to put up with just to stay alive. Well, it could be worse. Allen didn’t know about the purple thread. Oh god, Allen would never let him live it down.

“Oh, you’re a riot Doctor…” Vincent wasn’t the least bit amused by this. Allenhart’s comment was true though, the man did catch Vince with his pants down. As amusing as all this was Vince couldn’t help but to feel a hint of self-pity. Luckily Allen didn’t catch the man in the act. That would have been absolutely horrible. Just the thought caused the zombie to shutter. Soon, Allen asked the man if he was hungry before motioning to his crotch. For a moment, Vincent bit his bottom lip and mumbled some inaudible curses under his breath. His fists then clutched at his sides. Did the man really need to look at his crotch? As if this all wasn’t demoralizing enough he had to go and pull a stunt like that. Allenhart was really something else. “W-What do you think? Of course I am.” His toned was cold and unforgiving. While he wallowed in his own woe, Allenhart embraced his madness around him, twisting and turning on the floor as if he where some playful child. Deep blue orbs watched as the doctor danced around with his monstrous lackey tailing behind him. Allen then began to speak, his words made little to no sense to his undead helper. Vince was just as confused as Shelia at this point. Oh, what had he gotten himself into? It would have been less humiliating to have made a deal with the devil, but instead he chose to put his soul into the hand of a mad man. With a disgruntled sigh, Vince turned back to his creator. “We should go to the surface and get you a new arm. You look so…dead without it.” He then paused for a moment as he thought about food.“ I can eat whatever is left over. That way we can kill two birds with one stone. ”

((Nah, your post was awesome! Sorry mine is a bit long, I decided to do a lot of rambling T3T))

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“Yes... she was a hero...” Allenhart groaned painfully, gripping his chest dramatically, almost throwing himself in the nearby chair but he continued to whirl around the room, lost in his thoughts. He would find those terrible people again, and next time they would not be so lucky, he would make absolute assuredness of a terrible outcome for them all. However, for now, Allenhart was to recuperate as best he could, at least as much as an insane dead Necromancer could do. “And no need to apologize Vincent, its what she wanted!” He cried, pressing his damp face into the nook of his arm.

“So sensitive, don’t lose your balls!” Allenhart took no heed to Vincent’s emotional vendetta as the necromancer had continued with his barrage of insults and honestly even with these ramblings, he deeply cared for his zombie creation, for he was technically his second succeeded attempt in reviving an entire corpse with excellent brain function, maybe even more faultless than Dr. Allenhart himself. As he spun playfully around his ancient record player, a vortex of memories enthralled his fragmented mind and he began to feel emptiness, the very sense that plagued him during his time on the other side, his skilled (now dead because of yours truly) dead accomplice working away the faults in the Necromancer’s form. Dr. Allenhart awoke another man, a dead man walking with the greatest blessing: destroying the fear of death. Although, from his lack of experiencing terror, his sanity was the price and it had greatly hindered the good doctor’s obsession of study. Yes he had created beautiful monsters since his reawakening but he had also made many mistakes in their formations, causing it eventually to fall apart. A recent abomination, Ned, had almost tried to kill him and that was a mistake he had never made when he was... defective? Had he been truly imperfect before his operation; yes he was basically immortal and could continue his experiment for the rest of eternity but it was impossible to accomplish pure perfection when your judgement is... imperfect?

Even with these deep-rooted thoughts the crazed Necromancer continued to express mindless abandon and he beamed when Vincent, even though he was clearly being sarcastic, complimented Allenhart’s taunting. “Thank you, I know I am amazing!” He chuckled, twirling before patting gently onto Sheila’s head, who clucked loudly still rather confused by her master’s strange actions and by te peculiar scent that floated from Allenhart. Regret...?

“I’m sorry dear Vincent...” The doctor skipped toward the zombie and stared deep into the flesh eaters eyes which was full of pity. He wished his accomplice to be satisfied and hunger was a terrible affliction. “You want some flesh to eat? We’ll get you some yum yum okay.” He patted the man on the shoulder as he attempted to sooth the man from his stressful time. Allenhart then pondered for a moment, “Hm... I wonder if its safe for me to go up there...” He paused, placing a curious finger onto his chin.

“Oh well! We shall go so you can eat and I can get an arm back!!” He wiggled the painless stub in the air, watching intently as the skin continued to discolor where the PIDA agent’s blade had met his deathly pale skin. “I must change myself more, I had grown rather bored of that arm anyway, too... limby...” He huffed, shaking his head as he recalled his missing arm in disgust. “Too normal...”

“Where would you like to stalk my boy, since this meal is mostly for you?” He morphed his voice to sound like a consoling father talking to his son, but with his rather strange persona, it was hard to fathom the relationship.

[Vincent Maximous]

Oh, could this day get any worse? Vincent grumbled to himself as his pale hands pulled his pants up a bit. Sagging would only cause him more grief. The tall man couldn’t quite believe the situation he had gotten himself into. It was truly more embarrassing than anything he had ever done while alive. After making sure everything was still staying in place Vince turned back to his creator. Allenhart’s crazy antics would be waved away this time. After all, the necromancer wasn’t in his right mind; then again, when was he ever in his right mind?

When Vincent‘s master told him not to lose his balls the male released a displeased snort. Did this man ever let up? A very angry scowl then took over his face as he turned to Allenhart and said. “I just might if I don’t get any food soon!” Vince couldn’t fathom the horror of not losing his genitals not once, but twice. He needed flesh, and quick. The depressed corpse began to ponder his options. He would go to the surface whether Allen was going to accompany him or not. Everything down here was dead, well, aside from the rats. But it wasn’t enough flesh to last him. From time to time he would snatch up a rodent or two. Their effects weren’t as powerful as a human’s though. Vincent didn’t quite understand why human flesh made him feel much better while animal flesh only satisfied his hunger for a very short period of time. Maybe it was because he, himself, was a human? This was a possibility. However, he wasn’t too keen on thinking too much into it. Some things didn’t need to be explained. As long as his body parts stayed intact he would be pleased. Needless to say, he wouldn’t be chasing girls anytime soon. Not until he got this whole body rotting under control at least.

Just think; he could get both pleasure and food from humans. Best of all there weren’t any commitments this time. Vince doubted anyone would willingly lay with a corpse. Not that this realization would damper his spirits. If the zombie wanted something he would take it, no questions asked. His criminal record was cleared, so rape charges wouldn’t really matter to him anyway. Hell, he was dead for goodness sake. Little to noting in the living realm would hinder his experiences.

Vincent was shaken from his thoughts when Allenhart approached him with an apology. Well this was strange. He was taking time out of his crazy schedule to apologies? This was a first. “Whatever, it’s fine.” He replied before the Doctor began to talk again. His words seemed to annoy the living hell out of Vincent. 'We’ll get you some yum yum okay.' After hearing that Vince swore he could feel a vain pop out of his head. He wasn’t the least bit happy about being talked down too. Allenhart wasn’t one to do this on purpose. So the good little zombie just wrote it off as one of his crazy tics. “Yes, I’m f*cking starving.” Vincent’s tone seemed to grow harsher by the minute. Even as Allenhart patted him on the shoulder he still didn’t want to calm down. The good doctor’s attempts to console him seemed to be futile. This was all because of the hunger. Once Vince was full he would go back to his usual laid back self.

“If you don’t want to go then I’ll bring an arm back for you.” The male then stopped and thought about this. He was pretty f*cking hungry, what if he didn’t leave anything left. When Vince feasted he was rather messy. The last time he ate he could recall tearing a body apart during his animalistic frenzy. “Better yet you might need to come with me. It would be a shame if I didn’t leave anything for you to use.” Vincent then looked over at his creator. Disgust took over hid features as the man wiggled his nasty looking nub. “I have to agree, it did look a bit too normal.” The male then let out a light chuckle. “Normal isn’t quite your style Doctor.” Soon Allenhart asked the man where he wanted to stalk.” I don’t care, anywhere away from the suburbs. I know its prime hunting grounds but I really wouldn’t want to run into anyone I know.” The male then paused for a moment. “It’s best if they still think I’m dead.” With a smirked Vince strolled back over to the large sewage pipe he had been laying in before. After glaring down at the dirty magazine he reached over and grabbed a small black bag that held his sowing materials. Then with a smirk he returned to Allenhart’s side. “It might be better if I sew the arm on in the field. We don’t want it to get too corpsey, right?”

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Allenhart placed a playful finger onto his lips, pondering this situation of wether to accompany his zombie friend. The Necromancer was rather shaken by his last run-in with the living above however he could sense his creation’s fierce hunger for the living flesh and Allenhart questioned if there would be any left if he did not escort him and besides, Vincent was a hefty investment that the insane man could not allow danger to befall him, especially after his lost Mindy. He couldn’t go through another re-killed opus. With those thoughts in mind, it was obvious that he had to join Vincent, if he wanted him to come of not.
“You can count on me mon captain!” He saluted his accomplice and placed a hand to his heart before spinning in circles, stomping his feet in a poor attempt to march and in his craziness he began to laugh, gripping his sides with his single arm, the other stub continuing to wave in his maniacal movements. Sheila whimpered, concerned for her master returning to the surface but Allenhart only bent on one knee and began to pet behind her ‘ear’, a strange heart warming smile spreading on his icy dead lips. “It’s alright girl, I’ve got a man to protect me!” He hated leaving home ever since his horrible experiences on the earthen world, even before his attack from the PIDA. During his time in Europe and before his physical transformation, he was met with ridicule in the world of the living and his greatest shame was how he did not kill that fucking bastard. The Creed family had destroyed his reputation as a scientist, ruining his fragile mind further and the very incident was the catalyst for everything in his life these last five decades. The old coot, Matthias Creed no longer lived, but his family continued to search for an heir to continue his tyrannical legacy and because Allenhart had failed, they threw him to the dogs.

Allenhart had traveled to New York one day a few years ago and had caught sight with one of the family members and had followed him home and spotted a young man, the insane Necromancer also guessed another member of the family. Strangely though, the child was treated rather poorly so this had confused him for a while, but there was one thing that he did notice for the strapping human. His eyes... they were just like his. The potent azure was unmistakeable, which fed the man’s rage further. Unfortunately for Allenhart, he had to retreat to the world underground before he could make his move and within a month, the older gentleman had passed and the young Matthias clone had disappeared from his sights. He recalled how distraught he had been that evening that he almost destroyed his entire lab. This bloody family were the only people that were able to get under his skin, that actually made him monstrous. In his crazed state, he rarely reached that point but they brought out the worst of him...

The thoughts of his most hated enemies fueled him and his eyes grew sinister for a moment, before they flipped back like turning off a light switch. “To the mortal world of bore!” He sauntered in the direction of one of his tunnels and for a while, he didn’t realize he was going the wrong way. “Keep the base safe my dear Sheila!” He called, continuing down the incorrect path.

ooc; sorry for short post

[Vincent Maximous]

The hungry zombie could feel his stomach tighten as he stood there. The pain of the hunger made him grimace. He coughed, as his throat began to swell and ache as it yearned for blood. The male looked away as he wheezed a bit; Vince didn’t know why his body went through this every time his hunger got too extreme. Well, at least he wasn’t leaking black goo from his mouth, ears and eyes this time. That was horrible! If the pain of his new ‘wound’ wasn’t enough, he had to go through hunger too. Perhaps living down in this hellhole was just as bad as limbo itself? Vincent thought about this before the male shook the thought off. No, nothing could be worse than limbo.

“Ugh…” Vincent rolled his sky blue eyes as Allenhart began to act out. His words caused the zombie to grumble. This pitiful act wasn’t the least but funny to him. But then again it was like the good doctor to act like a total goof ball. It was a fact he’d have to get used to it if he wanted to spend the rest of his undead life with this man. At least Allenart was coming along this time. Vincent as so hungry he figured he’d eat a whole corpse once he got to the surface. Human bodies always seemed to bring out the animal in him. He wouldn’t be too surprised if he got up there and attacked the first person he saw. Vincent would try to control himself of course; he hated losing control over his body. And besides they were looking for a specific human for his master. The good doctor’s needs came first!

With a hardened frown Vincent watched as Allenhart strolled over to his dear experiment; Sheila. The man knelt down and reassured the worried abomination that he would be ok. Vincent folded his arms in front of his chest as he waited. Was he going to come or not? While the doctor was distracted Vincent spun around, facing his back to Allenhart, while he checked in his pants to make sure everything was still there. To his delight everything was together. Paranoia began to rattle his undead frame. He didn’t want to lose a body part and have to go through the shock and pain of reattaching it.

With a loud sigh the male spun back around and looked at his master. The look of confusion could be seen on Vince’s face as his master’s eyes began to take on the look of anger. There was something brewing in that head of his, but what? Vince didn’t know. Soon the Doctor snapped out of it and spoke. Whatever it had been was obviously distracting him, because he began to wonder off in the wrong direction. “Um, Master you are going to wrong way. The tunnels to get out are this way.” Vince stated as he began to walk in the right direction. He clung to the small black sewing bag as his shoes squeaked against the cold ground. What had gotten into his master? Allenhart lived down here longer than Vincent had, and yet he was still going the wrong way? Maybe the man had something on his mind, or perhaps he was just being his crazy self. It was anyone’s guess really.

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Allenhart came to a stop as his ‘dying’ accomplice addressed the fact that he was going in the wrong way. “I knew that.” He chuckled, balancing on the heel of his foot before swiveling in the other direction and continuing his trek beside Vincent, slithering deep into the dingy tunnel of the rotting catacombs. In Allenhart’s domain, it was an unbelievable maze of dead ends and dangerous traps besides Allenhart’s own creatures. Many homeless and idiotic children had been lost in these sewers, but that was good for the Necromancer. Strolling down these shafts would be actually quite useful in reviewing his barriers and vantage points on his way down.

As the two wandered a great distance from his base of operations, he shot a glance over to his zombie, who seemed to rather disturbed by his current state and with a soft mutter, “Don’t worry, it may feel bad but you have quite a bit of time. Do not worry.” For a moment, the insane scientist sounded like a normal person again, his voice did not carry a deranged spirit but more of a concerned human being. Allenhart did not wish for such unfortunate circumstances on his creations but he had not acquire the holy grail required to conclude all his frustrations in his studies. It seemed so close, but seemed to draw farther and farther away with each defeat. Granted, Vincent again, was the closest he had reached complete cognitive abilities, but his body suffered greatly.

Allenhart was the opposite.

“What made you decide you wanted to come back?” He questioned suddenly, whirling backward again and began to stare straight into Vincent’s eyes extreme eager in what he answer would be. Maybe the solution was in the subject, not the science? This would be the perfect time to ask. The necromancer continued on his merry way, strolling backwards and tried his best to walk steadily in his rather uneven form.

ooc; bleh post, sorry >.<

[Vincent Maximous]

What’s this? Did Allenhart actually sound a bit human for once!? This struck Vincent as odd, but never the less he continued on. His hunger was nearly driving him insane. As Allenhart strolled up to his side the man replied. “I’ll try to stay strong.” That same stern looked continued to plague his face. The man quickened his pace a bit. He needed to get to the surface, he needed to feed! It was good to know the insane man actually cared about him thought. At times like these Vincent wished his master had a different location for his lab. Down here he truly felt as if he where nothing more than a rodent. A lab rat by day and a sewer rat at night. It was truly a pity. Allenhart and his experiments seemed to sit alongside the scum of the world. If this didn’t put a damper on Vincent’s spirits then nothing will.


“C-come back?” The zombie stopped for a moment and looked Allenhart in the eye. This question caught the him off guard. The man seemed very eager to know the answer. Hell, he looked almost child-like as he walked backwards. Vincent’s sky blue orbs began to fill with confusion. Shouldn’t he already know the answer to that question? He was the one who brought him back for goodness sake. The male quickly shook it off and kept walking as his stomach began to pain him again. Oh god, this pain. It was worse than anything he had ever experienced before, well, besides dying. Vincent winced as he replied. “I-I do believe you are the one who brought me back. I don’t recall having a choice in the matter.”

The man then thought back, and realized that he did remember hearing something. But why would he tell Allenhart? The man would think he was crazy. Then again Allenhart, himself, was bat-shit crazy. After giving it some thought the man gave in to his master’s curiosity. Out of the blue he spoke. “Sirens, I remember hearing sirens. Not the ones on a police car but the other ones. The siren’s with the loud, deep whales. The kind that always scared the shit out of me when I was alive.” The male then shrugged. “I guess the sirens convinced me to come back?” The male then laughed a bit in an attempt to quell his hunger. He looked his master in the eye and smirked. “Usually, sirens are a signal that something bad is going to happen and I didn’t want to see what happened after their calls stopped." As ridiculous as this all seemed it was true, that’s was what he heard in limbo. Luckily, his creator was there to pull him out of it. As the two continued along the maze of passage ways Vincent’s curiosity began to surface. The man then switched his gears a bit and turned his attention to Allenhart. “What about you, master? I certainly would like to know a little more about my creator.”

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“Am I that terrible to you?! Am I a siren?” The Necromancer was absolutely mesmerized by Vincent’s description of his experience in limbo for he had not experienced such a life-changing moment. Granted, Allenhart could not remember plenty of his existence, most definitely his resurrection process and even when he awoke. This was an interesting and fascinating account that could hopefully solve many of the questions he had for the dead on the other side. Maybe the solution wasn’t from his science but from the souls themselves? Was his study that pointless? It couldn’t be; he had to study this further once he returned to their base of operations. For now though, it was time to stitch up and get his zombie friend fed. “Very interesting...” Allenhart whispered, disguising his stupefied thoughts with his typical insane actions and he almost tumbled backward in his crazed movements and quiet ramblings.

Allenhart swirled back around, facing the proper direction and he began to slow his steps in an attempt to stand beside his comrade as he questioned him on his own way of living before his lonely existence in the tunnels of New Orlands. “Me? I’m just your regular Necromancer! Nothing interesting with me!” He cackled, his silver irises glittering as they assisted him in observing through the endless dark, the lightless catacombs were a death trap for those to weak to wander through them. “My life before this is ancient history!” He lied.

“Why ask Vincent? I never thought you as the sentimental type?” He laughed, slinging his only arm around his shoulders and drawing his close before gazing intensely at him, a big grin on his maniacal expression.

ooc; argh.... tiny... post.... *dies*

[Vincent Maximous]

“No, you are not, Master. Though, sometimes you can be loud and annoying like one.” Vincent didn’t even make an attempt to hold back on that one. He spoke his mind, whether anyone else would like his answer or not. Death may have changed his body, but his vile personality was still intact. Vincent looked over to Allehart, realizing the man’s eyes held that look of childish wonder. Oh boy. The zombie quickly looked away. Maybe if he didn’t make eye contact Allen would somehow manage to shut his trap. The man did ruffle his feathers quite a bit, but what more could he do? Whether Vince realized it or not he truly did care for this insane man. Deep down under all that dead flesh and bone was a loyal slave.

The zombie shrugged when Allenhart stated that his tale was interesting. Vince fanned a fly away from his face as he answered. “I don’t see how that is interesting, but whatever.” Maybe it was hunger that drove the zombie to be so, bitchy? Or perhaps it was the location? It really was dark and dreary down in the sewers. Sometimes the gloomy atmosphere put a damper on Vincent’s mood. The man truly enjoyed trips to the surface. It was almost as if he were alive again. The only problem was whenever he visited the world above he began to get cravings, dangerous cravings that force him to feast upon the flesh of anything that had a heartbeat. This was one of the many draw backs of visiting the surface. The man was pulled from his thoughts as his master began to stumble. Ah, typical Allenhart.

Soon the necromancer spun around and began to walk beside Vincent. Perhaps he learned his lesson from nearing tripping? Wouldn’t it be a shame if he managed to fall into river of sewage? Vincent crinkled his nose at the thought. Oh god and he would have to be the one to clean his master up too. If that ever happened it would be a bad day for everyone. Vincent slowed to a stop as Allen began to speak. Before the zombie asked him of his past, and Allenhart’s reply wasn’t really up to his standards. Apparently, his life wasn’t very interesting. He then went on to say it was just ancient history now. The zombie thought otherwise. “Bullshit.” Vince scoffed. He was certain this man had an interesting back-story. It was only natural for him to know the origin of his creator?

Allenhard then had a few questions of his own. This question caught him off guard. “I-I’m not being sentimental, I’m just curious.” Soon Allen began to eye him with that oh so familiar stare. A very interesting chuckle soon crept from the Doctor's lips. "D-Don't give me that look!"There was only one thing left to expect from this man. He was about to get into Vincent’s space. Oh, how right he was. The necromancer wrapped his good arm around the zombie, and pulled him close. “Ugh, can we not do this now.” The male grumbled like a grumpy old man. He pulled himself room under Allen’s arm. “You’re just making my hunger worse!” The man then stopped and smirked for a moment. His devious mind began to shift into over drive. “You might want to watch out, Master. I just might eat your good arm.”

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Allenhart was appalled by Vincent’s taunting response, “Really! I’m not that exciting!” Allenhart never exposed his background so nonchalantly, even if it was his dearest creation; for paranoia was deeply rooted in his fractured skull and it never allowed him to tell anyone what really happened behind his rotting mask. “I’ve done what I’ve always done; created things, like you!” He beamed, almost wriggling his zombie into a noogie but his victim slipped away, offended by his own questions and even threatened him from his starvation. “Chill your nads Vincent, you will eat soon enough for we have almost reached our destination!” He threw his arm outward, pose outstretched as if prepared to take on the world and he pointed to a nearby vent that was just a few yards away. Thankfully for his night vision, the exit was as clear as day.

“So whatcha gonna eat today? Boobs? Little boobs, or old boobs?” He pondered, his mile buzzing almost a mile a minute. “Or maybe penis brains?” He chuckled, a conniving smirk appearing. “Wanna try and find a replacement, maybe a big black guy...” He muttered evilly before breaking into a sprint to escape any possible beatings from Vincent.

However, within moments, Dr. Allenhart was on the ground, face plastered into the sewer pipe floor and his body flat. He laid there for a few long moments before shooting to his feet, desperately trying to remove the trash that littered his lab coat. Unbeknownst to the Necromancer, his nose was gnarled and twisted, the cartilage slightly protruding on one side. “Did I get it all off Vince?!” He questioned, revealing his battered mug to his accomplice.

[Vincent Maximous]

“Yeah, sure you aren’t.” Vincent replied sarcastically. Did Allenhart truly think he would give up on this topic so easily? Vince wouldn’t rest until he found out what his dear master was hiding. But alas he wouldn’t get a damn thing out of the crazed lunatic. Vincent knew little to nothing about this man’s past. Allen was the master of secrets. He kept his thoughts shut away behind a steal door. The craft man could jump for one topic to another without revealing a goddamn thing. This irritated Vincent to no end. It would seem that he would never find out. When Allenhart spoke, Vince rolled his eyes. “Y-yeah, I already know that!” He growled. His voice filled to the brim with sheer frustration. Luckily he escaped before Allen could give him a noogie. Vince glared daggers at Allen as he told him to chill his nads. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not falling apart.” He grumbled under his breath before his master pointed to a vent. There, before him was a glimmer of hope. A spark of life almost filled Vincent’s undead eyes. “Thank god!”

Excitement had begun to consume Vince’s tall frame. He couldn’t wait to eat, but before that he had to deal with Allenhart’s rambling. Vincent should have anticipated this. The zombie rolled his undead eyes. However, he humored his creator. “Big boobs would be nice wouldn’t it? Remind me to sew one onto your nub. Maybe then you will a bit more pleasing to look at.” The zombie was quite the tease. He continued on, cocking his head to the side as Allen mentioned penis brains. “A penis brain?! Well, if you really want one, Master...” He cooed before Allenhart spoke of his new arm. “Whatever, you will get what I kill. “ Vincent was tempted to pop the man on the back of his head, but he managed to get away.

Vincent watched as Allenhart sprinted forward. This man acted like a child. “Ugh, Master you know better than to run in here. You’re gonna-“ He stopped as his creator took a spill. Allenhart was a hopeless cause. With his hand on his face he slowly trotted over to Allenhart. “You really are something else you know that?” He watched as the man got up and dusted himself off. When he turned to Vince, the zombie’s nose crinkled. “O-Oh god!” Vincent exclaimed. “Y-your nose…one sec.” His pale hand reached forward and began to tinker with the man’s nose. “You fucked you nose up. “ The more he messed with it, the worse it seemed to get. Vincent grumbled. “I’m going to beat the stuffing out of you if I have to get you a new nose too.”

(( Sorry for the wait))

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Allenhart took no heed to the disgusting noises that followed each twist of his broken nose as Vincent attempted to fix it, but to no avail. His silver eyes crossed to the center, observing the zombie’s poor excuse of an operation and tried to fish his face from Vincent’s grip, but from the force an interesting incident happened. A loud pop echoed in the catacombs and Allenhart stood wide eyed as his nose was removed from his face, tumbling to the floor. For a moment, the Necromancer only stood in silence, seeming almost speechless of what had happened. From the zombie man’s angle, the view into his skull was most definitely disturbing.

Obviously with Allenhart, the quiet did not last long. “Hey, you stole my nose!” He bent down and gripped the mangled form that used to be called a nose and smashed it back onto his face, his fingers pressing hard trying to keep the two pieces together. “Hold on, I gots it.” The Necromancer focused and within seconds, the sound of reforming flesh gurgled from beneath his fingers and within moments, Allenhart was fixed. “Much better!” He beamed, twisting on his heel and trotting happily toward the vent, acting as if nothing had ever happened. Vincent was obviously unaware of how extremely skilled the Necromancer was; however unfortunately for Allenhart he was not skilled enough to reattach arms of legs, he could only fix minor problems such this.

“Me? With boobs, ha! That doesn’t make any sense Vincent, you know that right? The boobs on on the chest, not on the limbs!” He teased playfully, continuing to dance around the slippery tunnels, ignoring that fact that he had almost lost a nose because of such carelessness. “And how many times do I have to say it, my past is boring zombie boy; now let’s go get you food!!” He exploded with excitement, rushing towards the ladder to escape the musty world. “You go first, I’ll catch any limbs that tumble on your way up!”