Ode To Evil,chapter 2;marble

.A grand staircase,arose from the marble floor,

like a rose from a skull's socket-fertile with gore.

Laid with scarlet,banistered with serpent moulds,

tempting as an adulturess, writhing in dress folds.

Pendants,and chandaliers hung from high,

statues of pagan gods with looks you don't defy

In betwixt columnes,in the walls recess,

greek god met floor,in a marble incest.

"You shall be flayed, of all your skin",

"a hero's collage,is carpeted within."

Read the inscription of Apollo with ominous air,

I do not know the others,for my eyes did not dare.

"Where's Barry,"the grand foyer intoned,

a mocking echo of the question I moaned.

Jill,began to open the door to the ouside entrance,

to look for her friend,with a woman's vengence.

"Jill,"quoth Wesker,"you will loose your life,"

"not even I,can brave that reaper's sythe."

muffled sound came from inside,as a gunshot report

wringing hollow,like a deathsentence gaveled in court

"that could be Barry,said Jill,"we must go in search."

so eager she was,to find friend,like a desert for thirst.

"Chris shall investigate,and we will remain in place,

"to try to eastablish coms,back with the base.

"remember,our objectives still remain

"to investigate the nature of the slewer and slain.

"clear this mansion ,and find the nature of this beast,

"collect data and report on how to make them cease.

"check the dead,and collect the maimed,

"for amunition and information they contain.

we lost our equipment,and were amo depleted,

only one round in my Beretta, was seated.

"Chis,be careful,"said Jill,very emphactic,

entering the hall door,the ear mic became static.

entering,with heart aquiver,and pistol first,

a long dining hall table,my pistol traversed.

silverware,fireplace,and a grandfather's clock,

an empty dining table,with the sound of "tic toc."

an emblem on the clock,was of two swordsmen,

running eachother through, in standing post-mortem.

from an upper floor a chandelier of crystal perfection,

slightly swaying, from hands, escaping detection.

I scanned the shuffling sounds,at the shadows atop,

when onto a bowl,blood,came down in a drop.

then came a sound,like a whale moan in the ocean deep,

after being harpooned and going into darkness to weep.

end of the hall,next to fireplace with lavish ornament,

a single door,dividing hall and mortal tournament.

sound of tic tock gave way to sound of a gurgling gasp,

a hallway,shedding scales of paint,like a poisonous asp.

around the bend ,past doors,clawing branches in window's pane,

reflecting butcher knifes on walls with the moon in wane.

the hallway opened up to most punishing stimulus of mortal iris,

Kenneth's neck being gorged upon like a zebra by hungry tigress.

on the ground he was splayed still alive in death throes,

then the chewer arose like a ballerina on tippy toes.

it looked like a heroine addict,that shot through the eyes,

bleached skin,as if it slept face down, in salt water tides.

moaning and reaching for me,this human putrefaction,

I levelled my gun but on blood my foot lost traction.

on the floor,I discharged a round through the assailants chest,

and splattering behind on the wall,a black blood mess.

undetired,it fell upon me,with mouth agape,

I was out of rounds,and in bad shape.

its black horrid breath,hissed close to my face,

with a single purpose,to bite,spew,and taste.

with the strength of my legs,and sheer reflex,

I pushed this corpse away,into a lamped desk.

smashing the lamp,leaving me in total black,

then the moon from cloud came back.

rising to my feet,I saw the mouth,like a sliced open slug,

I took my knife,and pinned it to the wall, through its ugly mug.

neck stretched,ripped from head as if pulled by hook of a grapple,

convulsing head,dropped contents,of Kenneth's adam's apple.

I removed my knife from this thing in epeleptic shock,

eyes fluttering,mouth grinding,joining its body,it dropped.

adrenaline was laying my nerves to waste,

I grabbed kenneth's amo in lightening haste.

too scared to stay in a den of a maggots dinner plate,

I reloaded,and turned to report with my gruesome update.

when my boot crossed over onto marble from the dining hall's tile,

an empty foyer I found,yelling, I scoured in my denial.

It sunk in the sponge of my brain,with sharp cobra fangs,

"I was all alone," the thought rain down my spine in pangs.