Re: Dark eyes, dark heart.

Who: Dante, Seymour, Eric
Where: That corridor
When: After Amber started to look evil
Seymour watched as Amber shook Dante off, she had started looking a
bit odd.
Round about a year ago, Seymour had really started to hate Amber. He
didn't like the way she was a rebel, she didn't follow orders, she
was reckless. She was everything Seymour despised. And then of
course there was the accident.
But that was the old Seymour, the pompous, no-nonsense Seymour.
Seymour now looked at her with new eyes, he found her mysterious,
interesting, beyond convention… this dark streak which had suddenly
just emerged in her struck something inside him. She seemed
dangerous… which since his personality transplant; danger was
something that he now chased.
He put an arm around her and pulled her to one side. "Amber, are you
feeling okay?" He said in the least sleazy way he could muster.
Unfortunately this still sounded like a cheap chat-up line.
"Get off me Seymour!" She snapped, and pushed him away holding her
own head as it cleared.
"Oh but I'm just trying to help…" Seymour said in a patronising
voice, again trying to put his arm around her. She pushed
"Better leave it Seymour" Dante said calmly.
"Oh? Oh? Don't get pushy with me Dante, just because you're back now
from… God knows where, it doesn't mean you can just assume charge!"
"What happened to you Seymour? I thought you thought yourself to be…
what is the Human word…. Upper Class?"
"So you think you're bigger and better than me do you Dante, just
because you're 7ft 2"?" Said Seymour becoming irrational.
"Well the `bigger' statement speaks for itself." Dante joked. "But
no, Seymour calm down, we're all friends here."
"Are you sure Dante?" Seymour said, trying to make himself look
taller next to the huge alien, and failing miserably, although his
ego seemed to be touching the roof.
"I think you think you're better than me because you're so big and
tough, but I'm a tougher guy now Dante!" Seymour said, trying to
look bold in front of Amber, who stood there looking bemused.
"Shall we fight, eh? eh?" Seymour said, prancing around in the dark
on tiptoes with fists in the air. Dante sighed and held Seymour's
head back with one muscular arm. Seymour swiped at thin air. Amber
started to giggle behind a raised hand.
"Coward eh? Won't fight me?"
Dante just sighed with annoyance…
After a few seconds Dante clenched his fist…
He pulled back his muscular arm…
"Seymour duck!" he said.
"Wha?" Seymour saw a huge fist like a rock coming at him in the
dimly lit darkness. He dropped to the floor like a stone and the
fist went over his head and smashed into a zombie behind him.
Seymour looked up from the floor into the darkness. Dante walked
over to Amber, who told him about Seymour's personality transplant.
"Hmm, I think I liked Seymour the way he was before." Dante said.
"You liked him?!" Said Amber.
"He never tried to hit me before!" he said.
"He never tried to hit ON me before." Amber said.
"He must be confused." they both said at exactly the same time.
Dante helped Seymour up. Seymour didn't offer a word of apology but
Dante helped dust him down anyway.
"So where to next?" Asked Amber. "We need some weapons, but the
armoury's are locked down."
"The science Labs." Said Dante. "They have experimental weapons in
there. I know a guy there."
Amber's face lit up at the sound of it.