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This is a picture that I worked on for....mm...about a week now. Give or take a few days. I worked REALLY hard on it, and am really happy with how it turned out. It's for this contest:

[link]

I even made a story to go along with the picture! Here it is:

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All was silent as Roger crept through the empty halls of the hospital. He peered into each room as he proceeded towards the end of the hallway. Pausing now and again to listen for any sign of movement, he made his way down a flight of stairs and into the basement. He was just walking past the generator when a faint hissing caught his ears. Looking around, he noticed a large tank with a puncture in it's side. He tiptoed forward and noted that it said "CHLOROFLOUROCARBON" in large black letters, and cautions not to inhale the gases inside. He stopped when he smelled the gas, then backed away coughing.

"Shit." he murmured, then turned and ran back up the stairs and into the halls again. As he put on a mask to ventilate the air, he snuck cautiously down the hall. A scream from behind him caused him to stop and spin on his heel, then run in the direction.

"Akita!" he called. Down the hall and around the corner he ran, and he was met with the sight of Ikari, Sarah, and Akita. Akita's cheek was bleeding as she gripped a syringe, Roger's eyes leading back to Ikari's bloody knife. Never in all of his life did Roger think Ikari would hurt his own wife. Then his mind flashed back to the tank of chloroflourocarbon in the basement.

"Akita, it's in the air. Put on your mask." he warned, and Akita did without questioning. Roger started to walk towards his brother, but Sarah stepped between the two of them. Her eyes blood red, she was also wielded with a knife. Wobbling a bit as she stepped forward, she raises her knife in the air and slashed it down, catching his forearm. He closed his eyes tightly and screamed in pain through his teeth, trying not to move his mask. His hand went up to it as he felt it slipping down, and Sarah pointed the now bloody knife at him. Roger's other hand inched toward another syringe that sat on a cart next to him.

Ikari held out his hand toward Akita while holding his knife docily at his side.

"Come on Hachi, you and I could rule the world if we wanted to." he purred, his voice smooth as silk. Akita held her syringe at a halfway point defensively, the muscles in her arm tightening.

Roger held his own syringe up, ready to use it if needed. As she let out a deranged, crazy laugh, tears rolled down her cheeks, showing Roger that somewhere behind those blood-thirsty eyes and crazy smile was his normal, scared neice. He hesitated, unsure of what to do.

As Ikari played into Akita's weaknesses, tears started streaming down her own face, and she slowly lifted her hand up towards Ikari's.....

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Even if I don't place in the contest, it was fun to make and at least I tried! ^_^

Description
This is a picture that I worked on for....mm...about a week now. Give or take a few days. I worked REALLY hard on it, and am really happy with how it turned out. It's for this contest:

[link]

I even made a story to go along with the picture! Here it is:

****
All was silent as Roger crept through the empty halls of the hospital. He peered into each room as he proceeded towards the end of the hallway. Pausing now and again to listen for any sign of movement, he made his way down a flight of stairs and into the basement. He was just walking past the generator when a faint hissing caught his ears. Looking around, he noticed a large tank with a puncture in it's side. He tiptoed forward and noted that it said "CHLOROFLOUROCARBON" in large black letters, and cautions not to inhale the gases inside. He stopped when he smelled the gas, then backed away coughing.

"Shit." he murmured, then turned and ran back up the stairs and into the halls again. As he put on a mask to ventilate the air, he snuck cautiously down the hall. A scream from behind him caused him to stop and spin on his heel, then run in the direction.

"Akita!" he called. Down the hall and around the corner he ran, and he was met with the sight of Ikari, Sarah, and Akita. Akita's cheek was bleeding as she gripped a syringe, Roger's eyes leading back to Ikari's bloody knife. Never in all of his life did Roger think Ikari would hurt his own wife. Then his mind flashed back to the tank of chloroflourocarbon in the basement.

"Akita, it's in the air. Put on your mask." he warned, and Akita did without questioning. Roger started to walk towards his brother, but Sarah stepped between the two of them. Her eyes blood red, she was also wielded with a knife. Wobbling a bit as she stepped forward, she raises her knife in the air and slashed it down, catching his forearm. He closed his eyes tightly and screamed in pain through his teeth, trying not to move his mask. His hand went up to it as he felt it slipping down, and Sarah pointed the now bloody knife at him. Roger's other hand inched toward another syringe that sat on a cart next to him.

Ikari held out his hand toward Akita while holding his knife docily at his side.

"Come on Hachi, you and I could rule the world if we wanted to." he purred, his voice smooth as silk. Akita held her syringe at a halfway point defensively, the muscles in her arm tightening.

Roger held his own syringe up, ready to use it if needed. As she let out a deranged, crazy laugh, tears rolled down her cheeks, showing Roger that somewhere behind those blood-thirsty eyes and crazy smile was his normal, scared neice. He hesitated, unsure of what to do.

As Ikari played into Akita's weaknesses, tears started streaming down her own face, and she slowly lifted her hand up towards Ikari's.....

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Even if I don't place in the contest, it was fun to make and at least I tried! ^_^