Kass
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Post by Kass on Apr 29, 2009 23:02:12 GMT -7
The climb up the ladder was...fun. Well that's a bit of an exaggeration. I'm pretty sure there was a blush on my cheeks for most of it although I tried my hardest to keep my gaze on the rungs before me. The sound of our feet clanging against the rungs became almost hypnotic after awhile.
I'm not sure what Paul hears. All I know is that he's noticing something that we don't. We eventually reach the top floor and find ourselves on the walkway used for elevator repairs. I look down the shaft and hold back a whistle.
"Damn that's a long way down." I step away from it and notice Paul crawling through a vent, seemingly pushed on by some motivation.
We follow into the dusty and darkened vent and I hear the screeches behind us. Paul remains quiet. I try to swallow the anxiety crawling up my throat. Our new arrival mutters "Shit" over and over again under his breath.
The cool air is refreshing. For a moment, I can almost forget our situation. I can almost forget that there are zombies when I see the stars out at night. Our surroundings are under construction. Some walls are put up while others have their foundations laid bare. There are crates and boxes stacked on top of one another. Paul and the stranger move forward while I bring up the rear. We move past walls and are careful of our step. Wide open space and a drop of several floors to the ground await us if we go too far left.
I'm careless. I know this but it's too late. I manage to fall behind my two companions. A space of but a few feet that wouldn't have caused any problems earlier now proves to be a mistake.
I stop and hear the growl behind me. I swallow my fear and turn to face what I know is behind me. The same figure that has been out there waiting for us this whole time.
He's taller than I am. I can only see the unnatural pale of his skin and his black hair. His lips pull back to show off a set of sharpened teeth. And I know that there is no running this time.
I barely get to scream when he pounces me and pins me to the ground. His hold is strong and try as I might I can't shake him off. His face is hovering over mine and his eyes are holding two urges. The first is what I'm expecting from a Hunter while the second is something I dare not name.
I glare at him and whisper "Fuck you."
I wait for the bite or the claw, whichever comes first. But he's staring at me and for the life of me I don't know why.
"PAUL!"
I don't get out a second scream.
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Post by Francis on Apr 29, 2009 23:33:12 GMT -7
Hunter Vici
Right here in front of me. I have one. Clearly strewn from the group. It would be her last mistake. My fingers flex at the thought of her crimson life dripping from my fangs, but I cannot bring myself to harm her. She is clearly terrified, but shows no sign of fear. I growl. What to do.
A nefarious plot forms in my thoughts. Taking my claws, I wrap my hand around her throat. Grasping until I feel her start to choke. She struggles for a few seconds. Before slowly slipping unconscious. She is not dead, but she will definitely not scream any more. Throwing her limp body over my shoulder, I decided to taunt the survivors. Leaping forwards through a few halls. I leap past the other 2 males. For a brief second, they stare at me. Clung to the wall in front of them, with their comrade tossed aside my shoulder. I stick out my tongue, and hop away quickly.
Leaping from room to room, I hear them giving chase. The walls are whizzing past me, but I avert them quite easily. Hopping towards one last room, I lay her neatly on the ground. Leaving the finishing touch is like an art form to me. My claw slices into her pants and shirt a couple of times. Leaving her bleeding only slightly. Noticing that her body was quite the feat, I almost catch myself staring at her exposed body. Shaking off the feeling, I hop away.
A few seconds later, the survivors find her laying in that same room. Rushing toward her, they think not for a second what has just happened. The white haired male stands guard at the door, while the other attempts to wake her. I am perched on the ceiling. As my plan falls perfectly into action. I leap. Landing on the floor silently, I rush towards the back of the white haired male. Shoving a claw into his back. I feel the flesh squish between my fingers. He will definitely be feeling the next few blows. Before I could land another blow, I feel a sharp sting in my back, followed by a warming sensation. Hopping over his head, I quickly pounce back into the darkness from whence I came.
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Paul
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Post by Paul on Apr 30, 2009 5:32:37 GMT -7
"Kass, come on, wake up!" I shake her a bit more before I realize that she is merely unconscious. Marks around her neck suggested she was choked, probably by the same creature we gave chase to. She was still breathing though.
My anger arose in me. Such a cowardice act deserved death. Blinding thoughts of rage filled my mind.
I heard a peculiar sound and twisted around, my revolver already out of its holster. I saw the same creature that took Kass, clawing at the back of the stranger. My mind guided my hand. I do not aim with my eyes, I aim with my mind. I do not kill with my gun...
I kill with my heart.
I stumble a bit, my foot catching something on the floor. Despite that I still manage to fire a round into it. Its back seemed to have burst into a flume of blood. It quickly lept away back into the darkness. I gave chase to it, determined to seek vengenace for her.
Nothing else mattered.
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Erik
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Post by Erik on Apr 30, 2009 20:52:38 GMT -7
The sensation of pain shocks my system as I feel his claw seemingly ripping through me, yet I couldn't utter a word, much less breath. My eyes grow wide almost instantly, my gaze dropping to the girl we we're trying to rescue before my vision goes blurry, my ears popping, making it seemingly impossible to hear any noises clearly, feeling like the whole world is spinning around me as I hit the floor hard. I try to move, dragging my hand into the floor as I try to pull myself away, but I can't, somethings not right. I look at her once again, the thoughts of how familiar she looks flooding my head as I let out a low growl of pain, my vision going black, my body slumping on the floor.
Standing, in emptiness, me and her staring at each other. Darkness surrounding us, our gazes looking over each other, feeling absolutely no tension, like everything has slipped away. I run my hands through my hairs, seeing a slight smirk come to her face, letting out a sigh. I look at her face, feeling like my lungs had been emptied as I find it hard to breath, finding her strikingly familiar, like I knew her earlier in my life. "Why do you look so familiar?" I mumble under my breath, looking into her eyes, searching for answers until she suddenly moves, walking closer to me.
"What's your name?" she said, the smirk still on her face as she eyes me top to bottom. I let out a heavy sigh, lowering my glance, both my hands at my sides as I whisper "Erik." I start to turn slightly until she puts her hand on my shoulder, causing me to look up at her face, her expression sending chills down my spine as she whispering "Please don't go." Sighing yet again, I turn back towards her, lowering my glance once more as she moves her hand away from my shoulder to her hip, saying "Well, Erik, my name is Kass. What exactly going on here?" I shrug, feeling confused and lost, looking back up at her, my voice trembling a bit as I whisper "I think I'm unconscious, and you are too."
She gives me a confused look, looking around us to find nothing but absolute darkness. I feel her eyes settle on me once more, her smirk completely gone, her voice so very cold as she asks "Are you trying to tell me that our minds are, um, communicating?" I shrugged, finding no answers to her question, hanging my head a bit but still keeping my glance on her, feeling myself losing grip on the thoughts locked deep inside my head. "I-I'm sorry, about earlier, I got confused and scared and reckless and panicked, thinking you two were infected," feeling like a load of stress has been lifted off my shoulders as the words escape my lips, lifting my head a bit. She sighs, glancing down before looking up at me again, going "It's rough times, I appreciate your apology but I need to know that you're going to not let it happen again." I nod my head at her statement, and she smiles softly, moving a bit closer to me as she whispers "Then you're forgiven."
I can't help but let a smile come to my face, but it's quickly gone as I lift my head even more, seeing images of her, the one I loved, appearing behind Kass. My head dropped immediately, almost dropping to my knees as I feel tears form in my eyes. I feel her staring at me, moving her hand to my chin as she lifts my head gently, but forcefully at the same time, looking dead into my eyes as she asks "What's wrong?" I shift my view to the images behind her, hoping that she'll get the hint and turn around, turning my back to her as I hang my head again, kneeling as I plant my hands firmly on my head.
She gasps as she sees the mental image I had kept in the back of my mind from when I walked in on her, laying on the couch, dead, a strap and needle on the table, her body showing no signs of life whatsoever. "Erik....I'm so sorry," is all I hear before I feel her kneeling beside me, her arms wrapped around my shoulders. Another heavy sigh escapes my lips before I get a hold of myself, using one of my arms to wipe away the tears slowly rolling down my face as I stand up, forcing her to lose her grip on me. I turn towards her, looking her straight in her eyes, whispering "What do we do?" Everything goes black, hearing her whisper of "I don't know," fading away, finding myself not wanting to leave wherever I was.
Gasping for air, my eyes snap open. I cough a bit before I can finally catch a deep breath, pushing myself onto my side, wincing at the pain in my back. It was silent, finding my eyes instantly looking over towards Kass, finding her exactly where she was before. I let out a soft growl, slowly standing up as I try to get my balance. I stretch, hearing my shoulders and neck crack, letting out a heavy sigh as I block out the pain in my back before walking over to Kass, kneeling down, whispering "Hey, wake up." Her eyes slowly open, mumbling something before asking "Erik?" softly. I stood up, trying to comprehend what the hell just happened, before realizing the other person wasn't here. "Shit."
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Rogen
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Post by Rogen on Apr 30, 2009 21:20:19 GMT -7
Joey climbed the steps of the Hospital, looking at teh dead zombies littering teh front fo the large building. He'd lit a smoke on his way here, looking up at the building, the gun lazily at his side. He processed all that could be going on, survivors making a last stand in a place that had all they needed to stay healthy. Maybe a single survivor. He might be a delusional patient. Possible a nurse or doctor, most male doctors enjoyed taking animal life, just because they got so sick of saving humans, maybe they were hunters? That wouldn't explain the dead zombies though, they can't carry guns in Hospitals as far as Joey knew. He pulled out his cig and blew out a puff of smoke, holding the lit roll of death between his fingers lazily, he pushed his glasses further up on his nose. He dropped the cig, crushing the half smoked roll.
As he entered the building, he glanced around cautiously, finding more dead zombies, most of which had been shot to death. He took a good survey of the room before continuing on. He stopped, looking at the a metal red door, "A safe room? In a hospital?" He pondered, trying to push the door open. The clang of the bar on the other side, "Yaeh, figures." He replied to the sound. His head shot up as he heared what sounded like a growl. He turned his head to the reception desk, a slimey hand slapping the counter as a shaky, decayed body stood. The next sound to accompany said growl and groans, would be a gun shot. The bullet whizzed through the zombie's head. The creature fell forward, slamming its skull on the counter, causing a nice crack and mush of brains to resonate through the room. Joey stood in the same possition he had when he first approached the red door, cept, his gun now sat in the air from recoil. He sighed, turning and walking off.
He eventually found a ventalation shaft he could worm his way into and climbed through it to the second floor. He carefully climbed from the duct, and dusted himself off. The room was dark, but thankfully had a doorway shining light into it. He instantly exited the room, finding it quite inconvenient and walked out into a lobby. To his right, a stair case, with a shit load more zombie bodies litering it. He at least knew someone was alive now, seeing as the bullet casings litered the floor were still a tad warm when he picked one up. He stood back up, tossing the casing aside, and walking up the steps. He headed down the adjacent hallway, finding nothing but more dead bodies, "Two weeks..." he remarked, "And I could've been one of you." He smirked a bit. He would've been in a cubical, doing computer work, and had a mass of zombies flood his building, killing him and everyone else. Not that he cared about those average joes, but he was unique. He non-shalantly shoved a dead corpse off the side of the second floor of where he was, hearing ti splat onto the ground. He came to the stair case, and climbed two sets before coming to the operating level.
More bodies and more bullet casings. He went on, lazily sweeping bodies out of the way. He eventually came to a room, haering voices, Could they talk too? He thought. He pressed himself to the wall and inched toward the doorway, holding the gun steady, tilting his head inward, catching sight of a few survivors. He smirked, relaxing and glancing around, then back in. One of them was checking on the other, and had a nasty wound on his back. Joey simply glared, before stepping into the doorway, Just great, idiots, oh well, I'll find use for them., "Hey... what's going on here?" He asked, crossing his arms, letting the gun hang lazily off one arm, "We having a funeral, or praying for a quick death?" He added in. His voice was cocky, like he ruled the damned world. His golden eyes and lanky body made him seem all the more abnoxious.
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Kass
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Post by Kass on Apr 30, 2009 22:09:59 GMT -7
"Don't bother talking," I push myself off the ground and stare our new arrival in the eye "unless you have something important to contribute to the conversation." "Conversation eh? Sorry to interrupt." His golden eyes settle on Erik for a moment, seeming to take in his value. "What the hell are you looking at?" Erik looks up from his gun and from the look in his eye, I can only guess he's wondering if it might have an accidental explosion. And if this accidental explosion might take the life of this stranger. "Nothing." I shrug this kid off and focus on the door. I know Paul's out there somewhere. The question is, will I be able to get to him in time? I retie my shoes and grab whatever is laying beside me and head out. Erik is behind me, a hand resting on my elbow. He pulls me aside and whispers "Where are you going?" "After him." I smile a little and shrug out of his grasp. I look over at our new arrival. "Follow if you want, just make yourself useful."
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Post by Francis on Apr 30, 2009 22:36:11 GMT -7
Hunter Vici
Pouncing away from the survivors, I replayed my plan in my mind. What had gone wrong? I had planned every bit of that perfectly in my mind. It had to have been the man. He was quick on his feet. For quicker than I thought. Making a mental note, I continued to leap. Resting on a wall. I crouch there, at a perfect 90 degree angle. I feel the blood drip from my back. Before I can inspect the wound, I hear footsteps behind me. Whoever it was, protruded to be silent. Too bad my ears picked up on it quickly. He was in for a big surprise.
Tank William I opened my eyes. I saw red. Blood perhaps? It was weird. I had not felt, let alone seen my own blood in a long time. What had I taken? I look down at my body. Still large and bulging. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself roaring at the walls. My body jumped to it's feet. Then proceeded to stride off down the halls. I smelled the blood of a hunter. For some unknown reason, I felt angry. Uncontrollably angry. I wanted to kill something. ANYTHING! I wanted to feel me ending somethings life. Reaching a narrow hallway, I spot a hunter climbing a wall. I stand and look at it. Preparing to end it's pitiful life. Then I hear footsteps approaching it. The sound of the soft clap of footsteps, angered me more. I felt my muscles tense.
"Kill....everything.."
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Rogen
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Post by Rogen on May 1, 2009 5:47:58 GMT -7
Joey sighed, "Sorry to chap your hides, but I'd like to get outta here in one piece is all." He replied, he had to play his cards right to make sure they help him and not him help them. He was already planning on sacrificing the girl at some point, she'd be slowing them down. It might be hard though with big brother there... Joey pushed his glasses up gently, "My names Joey. I was a high school grad up until recently." He glanced back at the hallway, "I recommend we move out of here before whatever got you in the back comes back again to finish the job." He added, trying to sound concerned.
Joey had to figure these people out, and quickly. He needed to know what got them to obey, what got them to understand his side of a story. He needed their feelings on situations, he needed to know how to manipulate them to his desires. The girl wasn't intimidated by him, few were, he was a scrawny little nerd for all they cared. But, she didn't like him already, so she'd probably let him rot at some point too....
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Paul
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Post by Paul on May 1, 2009 6:18:58 GMT -7
A scream. Footsteps. Blood. Ticking. Breathing. Pounding.
The old man had taught me a lot. Before he died, he gave me his revolver, a Colt Anaconda. Odd how it was all in sevens. The barrel length, the feed system, everything about it. With this weapon came a great amount of knowledge. Tracking, listening, waves.
How I would love to talk to him again.
My pursuit continued. The blood spills on the ground became larger as I ran. I was getting close, my own lust for blood growing horribly. I needed to kill him. I was beginning to forget why now. Did he do something to me? No matter, I am smiling at the prospect of feelings his cold blood on my skin, flowing between my fingers.
Something began to tug in my mind. I dismissed it, not letting up. It came back again, persistent and annoying. Then it started to claw, to gnaw at the edges. I stopped to turn, to satisfy this forsaken thing.
The floor began to shake. The very walls trembled with the arrival of some abominable monstrosity. The grunting and roaring grew stronger as I stared into the eyes of the Behemoth itself.
My anger was too strong for fear to oust. This....thing was going to deny me of my revenge. No matter, I will end this ones pitiful existence, here and now and continue on my way. My revolver in hand, I challenged it.
I do not aim with my eyes, I aim with my mind...
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Post by Zoey on May 2, 2009 10:54:38 GMT -7
Hunter Grey
Oh such interesting events occurring in this tall building so destroyed by the virus. A new human joining our prey who had seemed to come out of nowhere gained my attention momentarily. He looked chewy, much too skinny for my liking. Now that big burly man we had found earlier, his muscles would tear well under my teeth. My attention though quickly flew from the new man to the silent one. Having watched them as they proceeded down the same path as the other two, he was never the one to catch my eye. A poor mistake, for he seemed very powerful... and very intriguing indeed. His eyes... they filled with something I had quite often seen before. I had seen it in my brother; I had seen it in those around us. Right before their minds turn in to grey rotten mush.
Insanity.
This man had something so heavy on his shoulders, that he was nearly godlike in the way he aimed his weapon, and fired at the tank. ”Useless” I thought. A weapon such as that could destroy such a beast? Even for a god, it was improbable. It did do one thing though... it saved my brother. He was foolishly clinging to a wall, dripping with blood when the tank appeared. “Foolish brother!” I yelled, hoping he would run from the situation. He took one good pounce and flew through a thin wall and away from the battle. Perched on a few wooden crates I watched as the man fired a few shots hopelessly, making the tank scream in agony and swing his giant fists around. Walls, scaffolding and equipment flew all around, narrowly missing the man brave enough to stand in front of the monster.
Foolish, foolish, foolish!!!
I jumped on to his shoulder as he was about to pound the man in to a pancake, digging my claws in to his swelled cheek, drawing blood and spraying it across a wall. He howled, bringing up his fist to swat me off. I jumped just in time, grabbed the roof only to be followed by more fists. I managed to narrowly jump on to the human just as his fists collided with the place on the roof that I was just clinging to. The insane human and I went tumbling to the ground, me on top of him, the cold metal of the gun in my gut. I hoped he had wasted the bullets, and had none left to fire in to my belly. With my hood flown back and my pale white skin expose, I shifted my bright blonde hair to cover my human eyes.
I was so slow at turning, the only evidence of my infection being the bite mark from my brother that was covered, my claws and the very small tiny of orange that was clouding my eyes more and more with each day.
Bloodlust for me, was natural.
I connected my eyes with the humans as the tank roared behind me, seeing how the insanity lied so very deep within him. Yet, there was something else... something very strange. I leapt up off him and turned to face the monster, lowering myself in to a half-crouched position. His great chest heaved as he brought his head closer to mine. I looked up at him, our eyes connecting.
He opened his mouth, and screamed deeply at me, the force of it blowing my hair back. I growled and screamed back in the high pitch hunter cry my brother had taught me. We screamed until we ran out of breath, and then I looked at him with a satisfied smirk. The ceiling he had slammed his fist in to too catch me previously gave way, cement and concrete blocks pouring down on top of him He was immobilized momentarily and seemed to not want to get up, either from shock or retreat. I turned around to the man, only to have a cold gun pressed to the center of my forehead as I half-crouched, looking up at him.
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Post by Shale Salot on May 2, 2009 11:49:42 GMT -7
"Tucker. Here. Now."
I quietly searched the halls around me as i called for him. The little bastard had run away again.
"Come on, boy, come to me."
I turned abruptly at the sound of foot steps behind me. Tucker sat and gazed up at me with sullen eyes. I shook my head and began forward again, my rifle in hand, my pistol swinging on my belt. "Easy enough, just follow the bodies". Tucker barked his agreement.
Boom
The ceiling shook and dust fell to the floor. "The fuck was that?" I asked aloud. Something big above me? Shit. I continued along the hallway, following the gruesome trail the others had left for me. A right, a left, a right, a right. When would it end? Tucker sniffed the bodies suspiciously as we passed, occasionally yelping when a not-so-dead nerve caused a hand to move or a leg to kick. "An elevator? Yeah, right." I backtracked until I came to a set of stairs. I grinned to myself. "Made it, Ma! Top of the world!"
Boom
"C'mon Tuck. Somethings raising hell up there, lets find out what." I continued up the stairs until i could go no higher. I slowly opened the door and peered down the hallway. A smoker gazed at me from the other end of the hall. Its arm hung at its side and it cocked its head at me. At that moment i thought of my brother. Sam. Innocent, sam. The smoker let out a small growl and turned its gaze to Tucker.
"FUCK. YOU." I dropped to my knee and leveled the rifle, in a matter of moments i had emptied the clip into the smoker. I walked up to the body, drew my pistol and fired the rest of the magazine into the hideous creature. "Burn in hell!" I screamed. Tucker growled his agreement. I re-loaded both of the guns and continued on. I came to a room. Barricaded. Obviously vacated recently.
Kass.
The thought exploded into my mind and I dropped to my knees. I sat there, gasping for breath. "What the hell is happening to me?" I sat up and massaged my temples. I suddenly understood. Kass. The girl from the ambulance. She was here. In the hospital. Hurt?
Rage. I trembled. I looked around until i spotted a ladder and started the climb, the anger giving me the strength to ascend with one hand and carry Tucker with the other. With each rung my rage built. "So help me god, if she's hurt, i'm going to kill. every. single. one of these mother fuckers." I reached the top of the ladder and set down Tucker. He looked at me to lead on. I did.
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Kass
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Post by Kass on May 3, 2009 11:12:49 GMT -7
I take off running, knowing that the others are behind me. I vault over a crate and pick up my pace, using blood spills on a ground as a way to gauge where Paul might be.
“Kass! Slow down damn it!” Erik’s shout breaks through my thoughts but for a moment and I slow down a fraction.
My hand is clutching my pistol, fingers tightened around it. I think about Paul. If anything harms him… There will be nothing left. And if he thinks he’s getting off that easily… Just leaving. He has another thing coming.
It doesn’t take long. The loud roars and screeches give their position away. But this… This is not what I expect at all.
Not only is there a Tank, now temporarily immobilized by blocks of concrete and cement. There is also a blond haired Hunter crouching on the ground. And Paul’s revolver is right against his forehead.
I want to whisper his name. I want to do something. But I can only look around. My gaze shifts from all the characters in this scene. I try to predict movements and outcomes.
My aim focuses on the Tank since I know Paul’s accuracy is superb. I wait for the mountain of rage to rise once more.
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Post by Paul on May 3, 2009 13:38:55 GMT -7
Click.
That sound made me shudder. I stare at this creature, its orange eyes gazing into my own. The barrel of my revolver pressed against its forehead. I pull the trigger again. It replied with another dull click. My eyes widen in excitement as my mouth twists into an insane wide smile.
And I laugh.
I laughed at everything. I laughed at nothing. I laughed at the Behemoth. I laughed at the zombie. I laughed at the blood. I laughed at the walls. I laughed at the stench of blood and the rain and the walls and the floor and everything. I laughed at nothing.
That was until I saw her.
Past the mammoth of flesh and fury stood Kass and the stranger. Her eyes are full of anxiety and fright. She aims for the thing infront of her. My smile fades quickly as I try to understand what was happening now. Suddenly, everything came flooding back, slamming into my mind hard enough that I fell to my knees. My head felt as if it were to burst. My hands held on to my head. Tears formed at my eyes. I couldn't understand. I could understand. Why would they do this? Why wouldn't they do this? I don't know who I am. I know who I am. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No.
I cried out.
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Post by Rogen on May 3, 2009 13:48:42 GMT -7
Calmly steps up from behind Kass, Joey's eyes are analytical as always nearly glaring. He's looking past her, right at Paul, listening to his laughter, "He's going mad you know." Joey said in response to the laughter, "You should put him out of his Misery..." He added in, if anything that was as sympathetic as Joey was going to get. His eyes fixed on the beast next to Paul, then at the large mass of bulge infront of them.
Joey's mind was racing, save the man and gain favor, or waste bullets trying to save him. The choice was obvious as any, yet Joey found it hard to put it into action. He gently pressed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, "We should run..." He said, "We can dodge the big ugly one and the small scrappy one is preoccupied. Your friend can choose to follow or not..." He said the word 'friend' with such distaste it was like swallowing battery acid it seemed for Joey. But he had to appeal to the girl right now, he was his most dangerous threat, she was the will of the men, if she wanted Joey dead, they would do it.
His eyes kept going over and over, the scene before him providing less and less time for him to manuever, "You have thirty seconds before we have no choice but to leave your friend here."
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Kass
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Post by Kass on May 3, 2009 13:59:39 GMT -7
I recognize Paul but I don't. This man. This laughing and smiling man. I don't know what to say. This side is new to me. And it scares me for a moment, sending chills down my spine. Then he looks at me and there is so much in those green eyes of his. So very much. I watch him fall to his knees and clutch his head. My insides are torn. This is not the time for a breakdown. Not the time at all.
I turn to Erik and nod at him to keep an eye on the Tank. I look over to Joey and say "I'm not leaving him here."
I tell myself that this is foolishness. But something moves my legs for me and I run to Paul. I wrap my arms around him and murmur into his ear. I place a soft kiss on his forehead and whisper that we have to go. That we have to run.
But he remains. So I do the one thing I can. I clutch his face in my hands and kiss him hard on the lips.
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