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Post by Garion DeLuse on Feb 7, 2009 22:21:34 GMT -5
Garion saw the knife. He saw the blood. He knew what was probably going to happen next.
But he would have never expected it. The knife flew up. The knife arced down. the knife was stained red.
Most people would have stared at the torrent of blood. Man others would have noticed the glassy eyes, or the gurgle of a man drowning in his own lifeblood.
There was no one to shield him, not this time.
Garion noticed the knife. The smooth, metal object. Cold, unfeeling. It was a tool, nothing more. It would have just as easily been set to use cutting up onions. Or preforming surgery. But the knife had killed. It was a tool, with not fate of it's own. A mindless object won out over a human. A human with a mind, a soul. A human that had a childhood, that loved, that hated, that felt disappointed.
Had this man cuddled in is mother's arms? Had he loved to play outside, boasted that he could hold his breath underwater? Did his parents weep with joy wen he was born? Did he sit in school, waiting for it to end so he could hang out with friends?
Or if the knife was a tool, was everyone else?
Garion just stood, staring.
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Post by Kiri Honeywater on Feb 7, 2009 22:23:33 GMT -5
Kiri just stood there and watched as that man died. She stood there and let Locke cover her ears that have already heard so much pain. Pain of the whirl wind of voices. She lifted her hands to cover his and turned her eyes to him with a sad smile.
"It's okay, Locke. He was a bad man." Her fingers slipped over his hands, and pulled gently to lower them. Bowing her head she felt a tear slip knowing that something had shifted inside of her.
"I only feel sorry that he had to die slowly like that, and for the boy who has to carry that with him forever." Kiri whispered staring at the floor now clear of her little friends.
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Post by morg on Feb 7, 2009 22:32:47 GMT -5
The image of death would forever be burned into Morgan's flawless memory. Worse, she'd know exactly how to do it. Her muscles could act out the death scene anytime they wanted. Flick the wrist, steel dances, blood flowers, man burbles.
But she couldn't dwell on this now. None of them could. They had to get out, and they had to get out now. Before the man's boss was there. Before something worse happened.
"We have to move," Morgan said, the words emotionless. She darted over, pushing Garion. "We have to move."
She hurried over to Kiri and Locke, pulling at them. "We have to move."
Morgan turned, looking at the man she'd watched die. Noting the boy who stood on top of him. Yes, a boy. Probably younger then Kennedy, from the looks of things. For that matter, hadn't they had a class together?
Now Morgan would never forget him.
She couldn't.
And she'd never forgive him.
She couldn't.
"We have to move."
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Feb 7, 2009 22:40:14 GMT -5
Garion couldn't even register Morgan's words. His attention had shifted to the blood pooling around the dead man. He didn't need a photographic memory to replay the scene perfectly. Even worse; he could replay different parts. Now he only saw and heard the blood.
SQUISH!
Garion faintly registered that his knuckles were still bloody. Like the man.
He was bloody, but felt no pain. Like the man.
Garion just stood there, staring.
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Feb 7, 2009 22:41:51 GMT -5
Locke couldn't hear Kiri all he could hear was the sound of the blood, gurgling up and fading away, along with the mans last few gasps. His eyes were wide, shaking with fear, he pulled his hands away from her ears and clutched them to his face. He looked like hell, and even with the warmth that came from Kiri's hand grasping his, he couldn't keep it inside. All the terror, all the horrible things that happened...how many people had died today? How many sons, daughters, mothers and fathers? Brothers and sisters, husbands and wives...how many? "...How many?" He could barely will himself to stand...it was too much...too much...he felt sick. He's dead....he's not coming back...he's dead....extinguished, gone, forever. That thought should help him, not torture him. So why did he feel worse? |
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Post by eryk on Feb 7, 2009 22:42:49 GMT -5
He'd been a little disturbed at the fact that the boy had echoed his howl. But when he'd turned to check it wasn't a boy it was a wolf. Eyes going a bit wide he shook it off, no time for questions, and no ability to ask them. On they walked into the network of hallways, but Eryk was guided by his own scent having left behind.
Then he heard voices and more than one scent flocked to his nose. He glanced over his shoulder at the boy-now wolf and let out a bark. Picking up his pace a bit he went toward the voices, the smells, one of which was blood. Eryk let out a short howl ending with a loud 'arf' kind of noise. If it was bad guys they would hopefully run from the noise of a animal, if it was the kids...well, they might do the same. Hopefully they didn't.
Rounding the corner he found not one, but multiple children one of which was Kennedy's younger sister. Tail wagging he let out another bark trying to get their attention, and once again trying to look very un-intimidating.
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Post by aaron on Feb 7, 2009 22:52:48 GMT -5
One would think that Star seeing Kiri would make him all better. Then again, one would have horribly misjudged how deep Aaron was in his own mind. In fact, he was still glamored as a wolf, still a hollow illusion.
Very un-wolflike, however, he recoiled from the smell of blood, wondering where it was coming from. Eryk was blocking his view of Stephens, for better of for worse.
Star felt very awkward with all these humans around. He sensed the one Fae, who looked terribly familiar, but nothing else. He didn't like humans. He growled (poorly), deciding that from now on, he was a wolf.
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Post by morg on Feb 7, 2009 22:59:00 GMT -5
No one was moving yet.
The kids were probably stunned... wait...
Morgan looked around the room. Besides the crazy killing machine, and possibly the wolf, she was the oldest one there. And apparently the only one who was still sane, or close enough to it to operate.
"We need to move, guys, now!" she ordered. Moving, she grabbed Garion's hand and started walking, edging around the body. She waved for the wolves to follow them, figuring that it was Rae or one of Rae's friends. "Come on!"
She walked over to Kiri, grabbing the smaller girl's hand. "Come on."
Then Morgan started walking, hoping to pull everyone out of the hellhole. She'd drag them if she had to.
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Post by Ϛ Cylo on Feb 7, 2009 22:59:55 GMT -5
Cylo didn't see or hear any of what had happened around him, other than the man dying, but he didn't need to see or hear the reaction from the others to know he would get backlash for what he'd done. It was nearly impossible to kill a person without repercussions, but contrary to the apparent impulsiveness of his actions, he had actually weighed the decision thoroughly and decided that what he had done was for the best.
Pushing the man away from him, he wiped his knife on the the corpse's pants and put it away. He closed the man's eyes, more out of the fact that he didn't want them staring at him then out of respect, and stood up, finally looking at the crowd around him.
"He'd have done the same to you, given the chance," he said simply. They would either accept it or they wouldn't. He was no politician, no therapist. It was up the them to decide how they would take it.
He then began to walk out the way he had come, pausing only to nod and smile grimly at Kirien. He figured the children wouldn't want a killer around anyway.
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Post by Kiri Honeywater on Feb 7, 2009 23:01:50 GMT -5
"Hey! You kids! Over here!" Kiri turned toward the voice tugging out of Morgan's grasp, or at least tried to, and found a pair of wolves. What were wolves doing this far into the city? Had her call been that loud? She was worried for Locke, worried for the poor, very young boy, and she also ignored Morgan. Instead of reacting like a normal person she turned and pointed at the wolves.
"Wolves." Her voice sounded dead and her eyes were dialated, her breathing slow, and uneven. If any medical person were to look at her they'd know what was wrong. The sweat, the chills, all of it added together. The girl was in shock and wasn't really letting things affect her. It would hit her like a sucker punch later though.
The wolf barked some more tail high and wagging. "He want us to follow him. He says he knows the way out, and people are here to take us out." The fact that the girl was repeating everything he was thinking caused the wolf to tilt his head in confusion.
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Post by matt on Feb 7, 2009 23:05:02 GMT -5
Matt was not a stranger to violence. He'd seen kids beat each other until their faces were bloody, hell, he'd been beaten until his face was bloody. But this?
He was the tender age of twelve, and he'd just witnessed a murder.
The blood! There was blood everywhere, somehow, blood on everything, blood on the dead man, blood on his killer, blood on that freaky girl who just stood there and watched the whole thing.
He gagged, stumbling away from the scene, ignoring his own rule not to stray from the group, he had to get away. He wanted to leave, to go home, and see his family, his friends, smiling, normal, sweet normalcy that he'd taken for granted his whole life, until now. He was praying for it to be a bad dream, wishing that everything would go away, go back to how it was, he didn't want superpowers, he didn't want to stand out or be different. Just peace, quiet, serenity. Normalcy.
I know I'm not religious, but please, God, someone, make this go away!
And the heat was unbearable, he thought that he would surely die. He was searing, there was fire in him, and he was suffocating, and everything was spinning, spinning, spinning, and he was nauseous, and begging, go away! When the wolf came upon them, he couldn't take it, the killing had been bad enough, even though he knew the killer was protecting them, it was still...blood! Blood everywhere! He was shaking all over, thinking, blood, hot, death, hot, wolf, make it stop, hot, burning, and lost control, erupting in flame that burned at his clothes.
And as soon as it had happened, it stopped. The fire was gone, and the boy who had started it was singed and shocked and shaking, and he fell to the floor, too weak to stand.
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Feb 7, 2009 23:05:40 GMT -5
Locke seemed to finally register what was being said.
Out, escape, free.
Wordlessly he got to his feet once again, his whole body aching. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to dream, he wanted to go back to an awkward lunch on a green field with two teenagers.
Those days would never come again, those dreams would never come, he'd be filled with this image till the day he died. But now....he wanted to live...he had to live...she had to live.
"...go." He said, seemingly hollow, moving towards the wolves with no sign of fear at all. If Kiri said they were safe, that was all there was to it.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Feb 7, 2009 23:10:21 GMT -5
Garion allowed himself to be pulled, but wouldn't stop staring straight, lost in his own thoughts. He was too busy imagining every single one of is possible deaths.
A large spike lance through Garion's torso, and the blood went splat
He would follow where Morgan pulled, however.
Two very large hands clapped over Garion's screaming skull, and the blood went splat
But his grip was like death.
Because no matter what he did, the blood would go splat
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Post by morg on Feb 7, 2009 23:10:25 GMT -5
Keep things simple, get these kids out of here. Don't think about the dieing man or the death or the guy's pathetic excuses.
"Come on!" Morgan repeated, returning to her mantra. She was almost dragging the kids along now. She jerked her head around, noting Matt on the ground. "F**!"
Morgan brought Kiri's hand to Garion's interlocking them. "Go, I need to get the other guy."
She then hurried back to Matt, leaning over. "We have to get going. Can you stand? Or do you need me to carry you?"
Could Morgan carry him? She wasn't that fit. They didn't have a lot of choice though. Morgan was not going to trust the redhaired murderer, or his little friend.
"Wolves," she repeated, realizing an answer. She turned to look at the bigger of the two. "Can you carry him?" she pointed at Matt, "on your back? Could you carry him?"
She kept repeating things, she knew that. why did she keep repeating things?
"We have to get moving."
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Post by eryk on Feb 7, 2009 23:21:04 GMT -5
Eryk nodded his tail wagging he went forward. Sure his wounds were mostly healed, but he didn't care. If he had one of these kids on his back they'd have to freaking follow him. Padding forward he nudged the poor boy with his muzzle tongue lopping out in a canine smile. Yes, trust the big doggie.
Eryk looked to the blond girl who tugged the boy along with her unconsciously as she went to the wolf's side. She spoke in wolf. Wolf. What? "You're hurt." He wagged his tail and licked her hand then concentrated on getting the boy on his back. Good thing none of them seemed creeped out by the half bitten off ear, and milky blue eye. These kids must be really messed up. B*st*rds. The ones who did this...were evil.
It made him think of Mae, and his tail drooped a bit. Eryk shook his head slightly then focused on the here and now. He needed to get these kids out of here.
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