The Creation Of A Cure

Chapter Nineteen-Visions of the Past

Trigger warning mentions of blood, gore and mild torture.
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          You are unsure when you fell to sleep, you only knew it came fast. After taking a long hot shower with 049 he gave you a cream to help ease the discomfort. Even though he had perpare you, he was just to large for you and you had torn. 049 was very apologic and greatly comforting afterward. Your pelvis though throb dully as you happily remember you packed comfortable night wear instead some more risky. 049 reaction to morden pajamas was priceless, making him even more endearing.  You laid down your head on his lap as his stroked your hair and read aloud to you, it was some reference material on the frontal lobes. When sleep took hold of you, it pulled you under to a fimilar smell of dying flowers and sweet mold.

     A hot breeze carrying the stench of rot forced you to open your eyes. You were standing by a large ornate fountain as the dead and dying filled the streets. You had never seen a place like this and had it been a different time it would have been beautiful. A lone figure dressed in eloquent robes of black walked down the cobble stone paths. The figure paused and flipped down his hood, the plague doctor mask you knew so well gleamed white a stark contrast to the blood and corpses.
    "049!" You yell waving your hands. His hand reach out and take the pulse of a small child laying against a wall. The child gave a whimper of fear and tried to pull away. Reaching his hand up he removed his mask to reveal a extremely handsome but exshausted face.
     "It is alright little one. I am a doctor." 049 said his voice thin and tired. "I only wish to cure you." The child scrambled toward him and sob into his chest. "William! Richard!" 049 yelled. Two more men dressed similarly came out of alleys towards him. Silently he pick the child up and handed her trembling body over to one of his fellows. "Bring her to my clinic, I shall be along shortly." 049 said.
     "Come then young one. The good doctor here will have you feeling right as rain." The man deep voice said. You were not fooled however and saw the sadness and hopless in all their eyes.
     "Is she the only one?" 049 asked wearily.
     "Catherine found two more." The man said sitting down atop a barrel. "What do you make of all this."
      "I do not know this malady is maddening, I have never encountered anything like it before." 049 replied picking up his mask.
      "Still you take it off." The man said his tone serious.
       "The child was afraid." 049 said. "I only wish to put her at ease." Demomic cawing laughter echoed in the distance making to two men jump.
       "Damn things." The men yelled throwing a stone.
       "Why do they linger still?" 049 asked. "He has been dead for quiet sometime."
        "I don't know." The man spat angrily. "Come on doctor Catherine will have a right fit if your not back curing patients by lunch." 049 laughed softly as he put his mask back on.
     "Yes she tends to be quiet disagreeable when I am late." 049 mused. You run after him trying desperately not to step on the bodies laying in the open. Soon however you are lost down the endless twisting streets and alley ways when you hear yelling.
     "The clinic is full doctor, we have no more room!" A women yelled.
      "He may have my bed then." 049 voice argued back. "I will not leave a patient to die Catherine."
     "Fine do as you wish." Catherine snapped back. You see 049 helping a young man no more then 20 up the stairs to the clinic. You try to help but your hands fall through them, neither even looking at you. You enter the clinc just ahead of them and see it is filled to the brim with the sick and dying.
     "William, take this one to the inn." Catherine said turning around the corner.
     "You sure Catherine, is she not still a bit pale?" He said.
      "Pale is not dying." She said coldly. "Next!" You follow her as a women walks slowly in behind her. Surprisingly her face soften once the door closes and she helps the women onto the bed.
     "Thank you." The women says weakly.
      "It is alright, the doctor will have you feeling well in no time." Catherine said. 049 enters the room a fimilar looking bag in tow. You watch him work, he is so sweet, gentle and kind a stark contrast to the quiet, stern, looming figure you know. The light of dawn creeps up causing 049 to look away breifly, as it seemed to bother him. The women he was treating however screams horrifically and then begins to violently tare at her face and throat.
    "Stop!" 049 demands trying to stay her hands. The women swips at him her nails racking across his mask. He falls back as the clinc breaks out in more screams as the odor of blood fills the air.
    "Get up we have to leave." Catherine says pulling 049 up right.
     "I can not leave my patients." 049 said firmly.
     "Their dead doctor! Now come on before we fall victim to this madness!" Catherine yelled pulling 049 behind her. Your eyes widen in horror as people maul themselves to death falling over dead there face alight in pain and terror. You run after them barely keeping up with their fast pace. Catherine stops her chest heaving as she take in desperate breaths.
    "We have to find the others." She pants.
    "Agreed." 049 replies. That however was not necessary as eight figures soon joined them.
     "The king is alive." William blurts out.
     "Impossible." Catherine spits.
     "I saw him!" One of them yelled. 049 was strangly quiet as the rest bickered. He seem to be waiting, his muscles coiled.
     "I must go," 049 said taking off toward large castle. You follow him as calls come from behind him pleading for him to turn back from the cursed place. Crows filled the skies their laugher terrible and loud.  Finally 049 stops, in the open just before the castle gates.  "My god." 049 gasps his eyes wide in terror. You turn around to see the blood of the dead draining towards the river, in a great wave. Crows peaked and clawed widly at anything still living. 049 footsteps begin to disappear, going to toward a fimilar voice that has you frozen in terror. 035 comical laugher rings out as the dead raise there horrible mangeled faces covered in porcelain masquerade masks. The sky slowly turned a poisoned yellow and you see a red moon dripping and within it a grin of endless teeth.