:.TwF.: -UO- Siege part 2

You struggle to your feet and look around. This place feels oddly familiar, yet it does not register.

//THEY...

KILLED YOU.

YOUR BLOOD EVERYWHERE.

FRIENDS ARE DEAD.

AMONG US.

SEEK THEIR SCENT.

HUNT THE ENEMY.//

You double over. This is the second time these voices have boomed in your head, bringing with it the familiar surge of pain. The place is empty; though it would seem as if something had happened while you were blacked out. You pause as you spot a corpse. The gentle hiss of Father returns as you approach it.

"Ah... Poor lad. I see my children-- your brothers and sisters-- have already gotten to woooork... You should join them..."

His voice feels and sounds like nails scraping a chalkboard while your body is being chilled to the bone.  
You don't like the sensation one bit, but for some reason, you're still drawn to this cursed feeling. This is, after all, what brought you back to life.

"But...! Before you go... We can make use of this body, yes...?"

You finally speak.

"YES. WE CAN, FATHER."

You gasp. That terrifying voice... It's masking over your own! You reach up and touch your face, only to find a hardened shell is blocking it. But you can see clearly--minus the small black veins in your peripheral vision. What's happening to you? Instinctually, you reach for a sharp object and cut your hand, reaching for the victim's face. You have no idea what you're doing, but it feels as if a ghostly hand is guiding you.

//THIS MAN.  

WAS THE ENEMY.

NOW DECEASED.

MASK HIM.

UNITE HIM WITH US.//

Your hand thrusts forward and grips the corpse's face. It's strange... You feel an adrenaline rush as your blood leaves your body and forms onto the man's face in the shape of a mask, perhaps the same one that covers your own. You reach up and touch your own mask again. It's just as slick as the shell that covers the face of your enemy-turned-ally.

What have you done?

Your stomach ties itself in knots again. Your head is swimming with confusing thoughts. You can't help but feel some sort of twisted pleasure from the masking-- almost as if Father has made you feel his ecstasy. You try to resist and focus on finding your friends. Your body trembles, but you persevere.

You find them crouched somewhere outside of the site where you all originally unpacked. The site's clear, save for torn tents, scattered equipment, and three strewn corpses in the process of being masked. You  walk onto the site. Your friend approaches you, easily able to recognize you for some mysterious reason. He/She recalls the brief struggle of your enemies. You feel a sense of pride as your partner closes the tale; your only regret being not being present to make the body count higher-- OW!
What was that shock you felt? It was obvious your friends felt it too. You look around, confused. You all cringe as Father's hissing returns.

"Oooh my birdies... My younglings, my little rose buds... You have much to learn... I should have known better than to let such a virgin branch of the Hive Mind go awry... Let me... Fix that..."

You and your friends scream as you feel like your brain is literally being pierced with a needle as a high-pitched sound goes off in your head. You collapse to the ground, panting heavily. You feel like you're grinding your teeth (though you're not, to the contrary), and your body goes cold again.

You revisit the black abyss in your unconsciousness.

//DEATH IS TOO EASY FOR THEM.

ALMOST AN ESCAPE.

TORMENT.

MENTALLY.

SCAR.

DI...SCI...PLINE......//  

You wake up with a painful headache that can only be described as an oil tanker truck rolling over it. Sure, that hasn't happened before, but it seems hurtful enough. The pain doesn't  last long though, and you realize that you are not wearing the mask, as your sight has returned to normal. You see your friends struggle to their feet as you inch towards them.

"You might notice that there's no mask...!" Father hisses, his voice stinging your mind. "Notice the black rings around each of your fingers on your non-dominant hand... That is where your mask lies... Now go! Root them out and torture them... Mentally..."

//MOST DAMAGE

IS INFLICTED

ON MIND.

MAKE THEM TREMBLE.

DO NOT KILL.//

Mission acknowledged.