Experiment
Escapee
31 years
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Post by Drew Schultz on Aug 5, 2016 8:53:34 GMT -5
The man whose neck was encased in the crook of Drew's elbow thrashed feebly as he tried to breathe, the tips of his boots barely scraping the dirt of the ground, but he only tightened the grip until the man stopped moving. Laying him in the dirt, Drew looked around the edge of the building, seeing that a number of the men had begun to scramble, looking for the missing ones. As a chorus of yells and curses split the night air, he knew that one of the dead had finally been found. The leather scraped against the cool steel of Drew's knife as he slowly pulled it from the sheath. Things were going to get interesting, now that the alarms had been raised. He would have to be quick.
"Hey!" a masculine voice shouted, and Drew turned from where he stood at the edge of the house to see a man raising his gun in Drew's direction.
Before his finger could tighten on the trigger, Drew flipped the knife in his hand and flung it at the man, embedding it in his eye. Gunfire erupted as the dead man's muscles convulsed one last time, and Drew rolled forward to avoid the shots. His ears were ringing from the eruption of sound, drowning out any other noise in favor of an absent echo, as if he was hearing everything through a tunnel. A squelching sound marked the knife's exit as Drew pulled it from the man's skull, but he didn't stop to dwell. The dirt was spraying everywhere as bullets littered the ground around him, and Drew lurched forward, scrabbling for traction for a moment.
His voice rang out in the night as he spoke a few words that were foreign to these men, and a shockwave of blue energy rebounded from his open palm, silencing the gunfire. The men looked down at their weapons, squeezing the trigger to no avail. Drew took a moment to nod in satisfaction, knowing that he had succeeded in creating the dampening field that had allowed him to escape Axium. It didn't last long, but while it was active, no flames could be created in the radius, including those that allowed guns to discharge. He had bought himself a little time.
The men were still looking at their weapons by the time that he turned to the attack. Slipping in past one, he wrapped his massive arm around the man's throat and dug his knife into the base of the spine, bathing his hand in warm blood. The man next to him swore, but it became his final word as Drew turned, pulling his knife out and slashing the man's throat in a single fluid movement. The sudden deaths, two in less than two seconds, made the rest of the men stop, their eyes widening as they looked at the enormous man with hands that dripped blood.
"You leave," Drew said, turning to glare at them with amber eyes, "or you die. Choose now."
It took a second for the primal fear to kick in, but they put their weapons down, raising their hands and backing away. Drew grit his teeth, and reminded himself that they weren't the ones that he was here for. Their deaths wouldn't help him get Lilith back.
His hearing was beginning to come back, if only marginally, when he realized that he could hear the faint echo of screams coming from the house. Female screams. He turned to look at it, his own eyes widening before a savage snarl ripped from his throat, sounding like a mix between the roar of a grizzly and the snarl of a wolf. The men broke and ran at that point, but Drew was beyond noticing. He shot toward the house and broke down the door in a clattering of wood and metal parts that shook the house like thunder.
"Lilith!" he roared, taking a few steps in and sniffing the air.
Her blood was heavy in the air, along with... The fur grew on his neck as he recognized the second smell, one that was a sickening recall to their night of closeness and passion barely 24 hours ago. The sound that broke from his throat was entirely inhuman, bestial and furious. The men who had raced in to confront his entry drew back in terror as they saw the fangs that descended from his mouth, the razor claws that clenched and unclenched, the black fur that ran along the back of his face and the top of his arms.
Whatever humanity there had been in Drew before, there was none of it now. The wolf stared out from a face that should have been mostly human, and it was not happy. The familiar scent of the stalker pulled its attention at once, along with the scent of piss and terror that bled from him. Prey scent. This was the wolf's prey, and the rightness of the thought drew another snarl from the wolfish maw.
"What the f---" Travis began to shout, but he never got the full word out.
The fangs closed around the man's throat, and he broke off in a choked gasp. The wolf felt a surge of pleasure at the scent of the man's blood. He had the scent of the wolf's mate all over him, and the wolf would not tolerate a breach on his territory of that magnitude. Still, Drew was in there somewhere, and he was able to draw back enough to regain some semblance of control. He was surprised to wake to find the man's throat between his teeth, but it didn't bother him as much as it probably should have. He supported the man's weight with one arm as he released the throat, and a gasp from one of the wounds told him that he had penetrated the trachea. The man would suffocate before long.
A clawed hand fell between the man's quivering legs, and a sudden jerk of movement wrung a tortured shriek from the dying man's savaged throat. Blood coated Drew's claws as the other men in the house stared for a single long moment. They began backing away as Travis's cries subsided into desperate sobs and gasps. It took three more long, struggling breaths before the man was still in Drew's arms.
His body thumped to the floor with unceremonious finality as Drew turned his wolfish stare onto the men who held their guns toward the massive man who stained the floor with blood with every movement of his fingers. Their eyes went from the man to the body, then back to the man as they realized that their guns were refusing to fire. When the first man fled, Drew had to fight every instinct to give chase, but the rest soon followed, leaving Drew alone with the bodies, and with his task. Wiping the blood from his mouth, he turned to the basement door and opened it.
The scent of Lilith was heavy in the air, and he descended the stairs to find her there, naked and limp on the bed. Her blood stained the sheets, and he didn't register what he looked like, that he was dripping in the blood of a dozen men, with his jeans stained and his shirt wet, his hands black near the fingertips from the blood that had started to dry there, and still dripping from the blood that hadn't. He crossed the room hesitantly, sniffing to reassure himself that she was still alive. The scent of death was heavy in the air behind him, but here... It was just her.
Lilith. She was alive.
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Illusionist
Civilian
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Played by Kat
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Post by Lilith Prescott on Aug 5, 2016 11:02:41 GMT -5
Lilith barely registered any noise that came from beyond the door. She breathed. Why was she breathing? Shouldn't she just be dead? Lilith let these thoughts roll in her mind, just staring at the nothingness that was the wall. Drew was here, wasn't he? He would never get to her though. Did she want him to anymore? She let out a whimper. No tears fell, but the thought of Drew seeing her like she was, was enough to make her want to die. She felt dirty and what had once been associated with Drew and passion now made her sick to even think about it.
Hearing the door open, she didn't move. Her body tensed though. It had to be Travis, back to finish the job. He had to have killed Drew. She felt her heart break. That was it, he had to have killed him. She would rather die and join Drew than be alive now, she would rather die anyways. She turned her head, her body numb. She had grown used to the pain in the few minutes that Travis had been gone, as long as she didn't move. She hurt all over, her stomach was bad, but there between her legs was the most excruciating part.
Her eyes widened in surprise at the person who stood there. Drew. He was alive. She blinked, tears blurring her vision again. The room was dark, and she quickly scrambled back, hiding her face. No he couldn't see her. She shook her head, but the scrambling back and the movement made her cry out in pain. She stopped, hitting the wall and not moving any further, sobs coming out of her body finally. "Drew...don't..please....." Her voice was soft as she sat there. Her blood had dried sort of on the small wounds, but the bigger ones, like on her arm, were still bleeding. She felt weak and her breath came shorter as she squeezed her eyes closed.
He couldn't see her like this....not after what had just happened. She heard his footsteps and tried to move off the bed to get further away from him. She made it about one foot on the floor, pain engulfing her as she fell down on the floor, knocking her head on the concrete and blackness consuming her.
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Experiment
Escapee
31 years
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Played by Scorch
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Post by Drew Schultz on Aug 5, 2016 17:40:49 GMT -5
Lilith's bare flesh was a mess, covered by blood and bruises, and even when she was squirming away from him, she moved stiffly. For a second, Drew regretted killing Travis so quickly, but he banished the thought as he rushed to her side and knelt beside her naked form. Looking back and forth, he pulled a sheet from the bed and wrapped her in it to hide her nakedness. The white was quickly stained in red, but he took her upstairs and laid her on the couch to treat the more serious wounds. He couldn't call an ambulance from here, but he didn't think she would want to go to a public hospital anyway. He would have to take her to Dr. Lorenzo, and that meant getting a ride there.
It took him a few minutes to get a hold of his boss, and after a promise of an exchange of favors, Drew hung up the phone and began gently washing the blood and other mess off of her. He was still at it by the time that their ride arrived, and he wrapped her in the sheet and carried her down the porch and out the front door, cradling her like a child in his arms. The stench of death was beginning to attract flies, even in the cool night air, and he was grateful when they finally closed the door and headed back to the city.
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The underground clinic was cool and damp, underground figuratively as well as literally, but Drew barely noticed as he sat there in the chair beside Lilith's still form. The good doctor wasn't entirely human, as Drew had known from the moment they met, and that meant that the physical healing would go faster than it really should have. It was the psychological damage that worried the both of them the most. He'd seen the terror in her eyes as he walked in, but it wasn't until he had gotten to the clinic that anyone had remarked on his appearance. It hadn't occurred to him that it might have been his blood-soaked appearance that would have frightened her, but the thought that he had was one that bothered him.
In the sixteen hours since they had arrived, he had forced himself to shower, to rid himself of the stench of blood and battle that hung over his flesh. But aside from that short intermission, he had sat vigilantly at Lilith's side. The thought of leaving her side when she was so vulnerable made him antsy. But when the doctor had declared that hitting her head hadn't given her the concussion he had feared, he began to breathe again. He didn't sleep, didn't eat, didn't speak. Instead, he waited for her to awaken.
In the days that followed, she woke up for only brief periods, and spoke very little. Still, it was enough. He was able to take her home within the week.
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