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| Mr_Blonde3 | Nov 15 2009, 06:36 PM Post #16 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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It was a performance for the ages. Sam had known nothing good was to come of Zeke being in Bathin's office. Still, he'd done his best with the situation, doing his best to remain cold and impassive. Earlier, Alex had compared them all to taking part in a showdown worthy of "The Stand" In a way, Sam had become Stephen King's favorite character in that story, Lloyd Henreid. Though Sam wasn't nearly as bad as Henreid was, he was still walking the line, doing things that, if he lived, he would never be able to forgive himself for. God gives us all a choice. He could have fought. He could have tried to stop Bathin himself. Instead, he'd hidden, using spying as an excuse to somehow make his actions all better. Already he'd committed more atrocies than half the Nazis in WWII, and there was still time to do more before all this ended, for better or for worse. Bathin had sent Willow back other times, and Sam hated himself for being unable to keep from finishing. Everything that Bathin could think of that was twisted, he did. What else was up there, lurking for a reveal? So when Sam saw the Cross, he'd almost steeled himself for it. Bathin gave him the hammer, testing him. Sam hadn;t made eye contact with Zeke, because he knew if he did, he wouldn't have been able to continue. He'd driven the nail in, the expelled, hoping that the fact that Sam was still human would be enough to cover his losing his lunch. So when Bathin had turned to him and asked what to do with his traitor, inside, Sam shit himself. It was the river. 5 low cards on the board. You've just moved all-in with a 7/2 offsuit and you know that your opponent has pocket aces. Can you push him off the hand, or will he call and take all your money? That was the test facing "Stonefaced Sammy Barkley. He used every ounce of home-game experience to remain as bland as possible. He felt his face go blank, and he held it. Sam looked at Bathin and said, "Excuse me?" Bathin smiled darkly and said, "You heard me. What am I going to do with my little traitor?" Sam said, "What the hell makes you think I'm selling you out? I've done every damn thing you wanted me too...." As he spoke, Sam's mind raced. Something wasn't adding up. He knew that Tom could read minds when he wanted to, and yet, up to now, there had been nothing. Sam could think of nothing that he'd done that would have given him away. All this time, he'd been conspiring, so why now? Sam decided on a test. In his mind, Sam conspired that he was going to go to the workbench, take the happer off, and ram it into Tom's eye, if he had the chance. Nothing. Felling a little more sure, Sam said, "Why now?" Bathin said, "What do you mean?" Sam said, "All this is going down, Zeke is at your mercy, and now you turn on me as well. I thought the Devil was loyal to his followers?" Bathin said, "As long as they are loyal to him." Sam said, "What have I done that's not loyal? I helped you crucify Zeke, I fucked my daughter in law, I've done everything asked of me, because *I* know what happens to those that don;t follow your orders to the letter. And now, to thank me, you accuse me of being a traitor." Bathin watched him. Sam was going for the ACADEMY AWARD. He knew it. Sam turned on his heel and walked to the door. He was going to keep up the huffy act for however long he could. Bathin made no move. Sam said, "Bridette's gone, Willow and Mark have never liked you. I'm the only one you've got left. If you're ready to get rid of me, I'll be in my room." He left. He walked down the hall. Bathin had not read his mind. He knew that. Otherwise, he would have done something. That was going to be invaluable as they went into the final stretch. He was at his door when he realized the horror of that knowledge. Bathin couldn't read his mind....So in all likelyhood, Bathin wouldn;t have known if he hadn;t had sex with Willow... Sam walked inside, shut the door, and wept, tears of hatred, anger, and humiliation. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 15 2009, 06:48 PM Post #17 |
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Luna- Rallying Point The squad contains about 50 men, 2 tanks, and a helicopter. They gladly took Luna and Pipe in for protection. Pipe seemed at home one of the tanks, but Luna’s feeling of doubt was increasing every moment. The driver said they were heading to battle, and then they would be delivered to Bathin’s quarters. Luna assumed that the remnants of the convoy above ground would be there. Concerning Pipe as well, Luna wasn’t’ sure who he was. Pipe’s kind of strange, to say the least. Sure, the little boy looked like a child, but the ways he speaks and reacts to things aren’t normal. Not to mention his sadistic nature to his enemies- Luna still couldn’t expel the memory of the wounded man on the ground. She couldn’t suppress the idea of actually killing a man. Warren would be so disappointed. “We’re here.” The driver said. “Get out now, this might get a little scary.” He opened the top of the tank, and helped Pipe out. Luna climbed out on her own, and squeezed Pipe’s hand. She wished she stayed with the resistance. She knew Johnson would do whatever it takes to protect her. But now, she could be dead. ~~~~~~~ “What?” Chelsea screamed. “You want to- what?” Luna blushed slightly, but retained her cool. After all, who else in Grade 9 could she trust? Jeez! Chelsea was her best friend, if she couldn’t trust her, then who? And she had to tell her, the anxiety of her problem was getting out of hand. “Ugh. You should fucking listen at the first time.” Luna hissed. “I need to get… ra-“ “No you don’t! That’s just totally weird!” Chelsea sputtered her voice thick with disgust. “Even if it wasn’t, you can’t willingly get raped! If you want it, it isn’t rape!” “Shut up. It’s just… a fetish of mine, alright?” Chelsea’s eyes were wide with shock. “You’re so weird. Tell me you’re joking.” “Fine, maybe it’s not rape, exactly. Maybe I just want it rough.” Chelsea looked away, and didn’t answer. “Preferably by an army guy, you know? So he would be a rebellious guy for not following the law! And he’d be so strong, and you know how dreamy boys are in uniforms, right?” “No. Luna, no.” Chelsea whispered in a hushed voice. “Never. Why not pretend this conversation never happened? I’ll never tell anyone, and we can still be best friends. But never say this again.” “If you’re my best friend, you should listen to me!” “Come on, Luna, it’s just so weird…” “Okay then. Whatever.” Luna said. “This never happened. But, about Rudy… how are things between you two?” “Oh, the usual. He never stops flirting with all the girls; I don’t even think he loves me!” ~~~~~~~ Since that day, Luna fought to bury her feelings. Now, maybe it worked so well that they are completely gone. Instead of the desire, now is just the “fear.” But is it fear? What if it’s unsatisfied longing? What if- “Luna! Can we watch the fight?” Pipe asked. “Please?” It didn’t help that when she thought about Johnson, her face turned crimson. “It’s too dang-“ “For the resistance!” Someone yelled. “Kill all of them! Go go go!” “Here they come.” A soldier said, standing near Luna and Pipe. “Stay close by, you two, and don’t get killed.” Bullets littered the air, as men screamed and yelled, and grenades were thrown, mortars were set, miens were buried, and the tanks began moving. Bodies were flying everywhere, even a dismembered arm flew and nearly hit Pipe’s shoe, who was laughing. “Move it!” The soldier shouted. “Girl, get behind that wall now!” He lifted Luna and Pipe, and threw them across the road, in time to miss an incoming missile which blew the man apart. Luna took out her .357 and brought it up to her chest. Pipe was still giggling with glee. “We’re winning!” Pipe squealed. “Our foes are going to die!” Luna shivered at the thought. “I hope Johnson and the others are okay.” “No! They will die too!” Pipe scowled. “They were nice too, Pipe.” Luna yelled. “Until you started babbling about Bat-“ A large boom. One of the tanks had driven over a mine laid by the resistance, while the other men were gunning down Bathin’s troops furiously with their machine guns. The surviving tank proceeded to run them over. The helicopter was flying overhead, peppering the ground with bullet and shells. The ground seemed to rumble with all the noise. Luna, weeping, dragged Pipe away, and a another missile flew past, and exploded in the air. The force of the explosion threw the couple into some rubble, where a grotesque head was laying. “Is that that little kid?” Someone from the enemy army was nearby. Someone from the convoy. “Yeah. What the fuck, I thought he went with Ruben.” “Let’s shoot him. One, two, thr-“ Pipe leaped at them, and tore at the first mans’ neck, who convulsed and fell to the ground. The other man shouted something intelligible, and fired at Pipe, but missed. The little boy, screeching like a wildcat, latched himself on to the second man, and began clawing his eyes out. Blood littered the floor of the ruined office building. Luna shrieked as Pipe walked up to her and smiled. “I saved us!” The boy said, and clapped, specks of blood flying with each time he brought the palms of his hand together. “We need to get to Bathin.” Pipe said, ignoring Luna. “Come on.” “Are you still Pipe?” Luna asked in a hollow voice, her eyes wide with fear. “Or are you a demon?” Pipe smiled at her. “I’m me.” “But who are you?” Luna sobbed.” Like, I trusted you; I thought you were innocent…” “I am innocent. I follow Bathin’s orders.” Pipe grinned. It was like a mantra. Bathin was the only thing Pipe cared about. Bathin was his essence, maybe his soul. “Fuck! Shoot, shoot! Don’t let them through!” A soldier yelled, but the resisting army was advancing through the streets now. The general did a strange signal with his hand, and the snipers hidden along the building windows began firing at many of the surviving members of the convoy. The battle could go either way now. Both sides were tired and weary, but still struggled to hold their ground. A soldier was running, but he tripped and ran into a toppled telephone pole, getting his throat tangled up. He was lucky enough to be far enough away from the frayed edges however, so he wouldn’t be electrocuted. But in the midst of the chaos, he wasn’t noticed and was slowly suffocating. Until one of his enemies ran up and helped him out. “I’ll help you!” Bathin’s soldier muttered. “There you go!” “Why did you save me?” The member of the resistance asked nervously. “Aren’t you supposed to ki-“ “We’re not all demons you know. Some of us are nice.” “I guess so. I don’t know how to thank you-“ “No need, my friend. Just let me go with you.” Bathin’s solider smiled. “I’m quits with Bathin. The two shook hands, and rejoined the battle. Luna doubted either of them would live to see the next day. One of the convoy’s jeeps toppled over from the blast of a missile and fell atop another jeep, causing a chain reaction of about seven jeeps until they were all incapacitated. A soldier nearby caught fire, and ran into the crowd, panicked, and bumped into countless others, and that whole street was ablaze with flailing men. “We underestimated them! They’re too strong!” A soldier yelled. “Holy-“ He died. Like many others. But he didn’t even know he was going to die. Pipe was behind him. Pipe killed him with a nail. “Hehe! I got one!” Pipe said happily. The fight was spread out now, around a major part of the southern side of the city. Corpses and body fragments were everywhere, and very step you took, could be fatal as there were many mines all over the place. The last tank fired a rocket at one of the convoy trucks. There was a large group of Bathin’s mercenaries gathered together, in a vicious gunfight against a few dozen of Ruben’s fighters. They fought on, their numbers dropping one by one until the helicopter dropped a barrage of grenades into the them, and they were all blown to bits. “Light the fires now, for Jesus’s sake!” A man cried, right before he was sniped in the head. But his man heard him, and lit a fire, which ignited all the oil around the second tank of Bathin’s army. Apparently the convoy was planning ahead, as well. No one noticed a teenage girl and a little kid fleeing and running from the gunfire. The tank then exploded, and the ring of fire around it grew larger and burned higher. “Did we get ’em?” “Not yet, sir!” “Then shoot! Fire at the fucking chopper!” A soldier of the resistance hefted a large missile launcher. He aimed it carefully upwards at Bathin’s helicopter flying overhead. He fired a missile that sent him flying backwards from the recoil, but the missile hit its mark. The helicopter’s driver screamed and reached for the parachute, and leaped out. Just a few moments after, his parachute was riddled by bullet holes, and he fell head first into a truck’s engine, setting off his grenades and igniting the engine, making an explosion which exterminated all of the soldiers 100 feet from the truck. Bits of steel and glass flew through the air, blinding and crippling several soldiers. The helicopter shook in the air, and it’s propeller twitched, and it lurched towards the ground, landing right behind the fleeing pair, Luna and Pipe. “I didn’t think I was gonna be like this.” Someone said. “Right, Roger? I thought Zeke said that God would protect us.” “I know. Emily, I didn’t know how to say this before, but I-“ “Roger, please! Not now! We have to fight!” Luna gazed quietly at the star crossed lovers as they fumbled with each other for words. Roger even laid down his rifle, and wept onto Emily’s shoulder, who was barely holding back her tears. “I don’t want to fight anymore.” Roger said softly. “I lov-“ Roger didn’t even have a chance to finish his sentence, since a bullet ripped through his body, and he was slumped against Emily. The tall bloodstained girl whimpered and fell to the ground after him, and her weight set off a mine which disintegrated their bodies, leaving no trace that they were there. “Bathin’s that way!” Pipe said, after wiping his bloody hands on a dead soldier’s vest. He seemed unaffected by the deafening roar of the chaos behind them as man after man was killed. The carnage was traumatizing. But Luna’s shoe was still bloody with the blood of the man she killed. She still left sanguine tracks along the streets. They saw two silhouettes in the distance. They announced themselves as O’Brian and Wyatt. They were on Bathin’s side. “Come on. We’re supposed to bring you two safely to Bathin.” Wyatt said. “Bloody hand got shot.” That was true. Wyatt’s hand was missing, as blood stemmed from it. Pipe looked worried, but Wyatt just smiled. “It’s aight. Shit happens.” Wyatt mumbled, as Pipe held his hand. “Bathin will make it better. The lord knows all.” Pipe said reassuringly. “What about you, princess?” O’Brian asked. “What’s your name?” Luna didn’t answer; she just stared straight ahead of her. Something up ahead seemed out of place somehow. “You know, Bathin’s had his eye on you for quite a while, you pretty girl.” O’Brian whispered. “You’ll love it with him.” He cackled, but Luna blocked him out. Luna was getting quite proficient at blocking people out now. God knows she did it to Johnson and Zeke. Now she wished that she didn’t. Luna noticed the manhole that she and Pipe had left by. She still couldn’t place what was wrong. Maybe it was just her being paranoid. Wyatt and O’Brian didn’t seem to think anything was wrong. God, her head hurt. Her head was ringing with the sound of screams and agony of the fight between Bathin’s vanguard and the Convoy. Like a lightning bolt, she understood. Among the wet footprints of Pipe and Luna trailing from the manhole, there were the footprints of a much larger shoe. “Johnson” Pipe growled, except it wasn’t Pipe exactly. Bathin was doing his trick again. It was half Pipe’s mouth, half telepathy, but Wyatt and O’Brian didn’t seem to notice. Perhaps they weren’t meant to. “Do not let him find you.” -I hope I didn't to too bad with the fight. I'm not used to writing them yet.
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| WeBandOfBuggered | Nov 15 2009, 08:37 PM Post #18 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Alex et all - House of God Alex let the cat head in, then pulled out his sawn-off shotgun, sweeping the area. He was the last to enter the church and pulled the door shut behind him. He turned to survey the scene before him. A typical church: uncomfortable looking pews, a marble altar with matching pulpit, there was a large hole in the back it was shelter and it smelt better than the sewers. “You guys check the rectory?” Alex asked, placing two shells in the shotgun and pumping it. Bridgette shook her head, “Nope. We were busy fortifying the church, why?” “Well if Bathin knows we’re here, would it not stand to reason he’d have spies waiting the rectory? I mean, fuck, if I were him I’d have this placed wired to blow as soon as there was the slightest wind of people hiding here and ready to fight.” Rueben nodded, “He’s got a point. I’ll go with you Alex.” “Sounds like a plan buddy. You game Cat?” Cat nodded, “of course bro. You should know by now I’d follow you to Hell and back.” Alex let out a mirthless chuckle, “you didn’t get the memo? We’re in Hell. Whether we make it back, that remains to be seen.” The trio walked through the torn out hole in the back of the church and strode across the grounds to the rectory. It was a large, Victorian style home. “Nice digs,” Alex observed, “kinda reminds me of the house behind the Bates Motel in Psycho.” “Thanks for that,” Cat muttered. “As though this weren’t creepy enough.” Alex shrugged and took the lead, his shotgun at the ready; Rueben was behind him, he’d borrowed Alex’s pistol and was sweeping the two doorways off the main hallway; Cat was covering the rear flank, having borrowed an M4 Carbine from one of the soldiers. All three men had portable radios clipped to their belts. “Side rooms clear, Alex,” Reuben said. Alex nodded and led them deeper into the house, “Cat, you and Rueben go upstairs, I’ll take the backyard and basement.” “You sure you don’t cover man?” Alex shrugged, “I’m fine either way.” “I’ll go with Alex, if that’s okay, Cat.” “Fine by me man,” Cat said. He ascended the steps as Alex and Rueben headed down into the backyard. Alex took the lead, sweeping behind the small tool shed and then in the shed itself. As he walked out of the shed, a right hook connected with his jaw. Alex sprawled on the ground and raised his gun before realizing it was Rueben who’d punched him. “The hell was that for man?” “For drugging me, Alex.” “Look, man, I was just doing what Zeke asked me too.” “Hmm…interesting, you’re using the Nuremburg Defense. What suddenly prompted you be a team player?” “Look man, I was just trying to be a good person for once in my life. I mean, fuck I’ve got a ton of blood on my hands and any measure of salvation good. I was trying to help.” Rueben scoffed, “well, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions Alex.” Alex lay on the ground, then raised his gun. “Duck.” “What?” “Fuckin’ duck man!” Alex brought the gun to his eye, sighted and delivered a sweeping kick to Rueben’s legs. Rueben fell and Alex pulled both triggers, blasting a man armed with an axe in the chest. A large hole appeared in the man’s chest and he collapsed in a heap. “What the hell?” “Dude had an axe, trying to kill ya.” “I’m deaf!” “You’re welcome, by the way.” As he stood, the radio clipped to Alex’s belt squawked. “You okay man?” “Five-by-five bro. Someone tried Ruben. Blew that fucker away.” Alex helped Rueben to his feet. “How’s the house?” “Swanky, and deserted. I’ll meet ya back in the kitchen. We’ll do the basement together.” “Sounds good man,” Alex replied. “You okay Rueben?” “Yeah, just deaf,” he dug his finger into his left ear. “Thanks though.” “Just doing my job, buddy.” Rueben nodded his thanks as the two men walked back to the house. Cat was in the kitchen, sitting on the counter with his M4 aimed at the door. He saw Alex through the window and lowered the gun. “You alright man?” Rueben nodded, “one of Bathin’s goons. He almost got the drop on me. If Alex hadn’t seen him, I’d be pushing daisies right now. But onward to cheerier things. Let’s check out the basement.” The others nodded and moved downstairs. Alex stepped of the rickety wooden stairs first his shotgun ready; Cat came next while Rueben crouched on the steps, pistol in one hand and a flashlight illuminating the room in the other. Movement behind several boxes piled in the back corner caught everyone’s attention. “Who’s there?” Cat shouted. No reply. “Show yourself Goddamnit!” Alex said, pumping the shotgun. “You got to the count of five. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.” The figure stepped out, a pistol clutched loosely in their right hand. The shadow raised the gun. “He’s armed! Take him out!” Alex aimed for the man’s kneecap, but a large rat darted over his foot, startling him. He went off balance and the shot went wild. The mystery figure went down, his head obliterated from the jaw up. The trio move closer and Alex looks at the corpse. “Fuck man, that’s a collar. I just killed a fucking priest!” He ran at Rueben, reaching for the pistol, Cat tackled him. “No way man!” “I’ve got enough fucking blood on my hands, I just killed an innocent priest.” “It was an accident, Alex.” Rueben said. “Let’s get out of here.” Cat and Rueben helped Alex to his feet and escorted him away from the dead priest. They walked outside and Misty stood near the front door. “You all okay? We heard shots!” “One of Bathin’s goons was in the backyard and Alex just killed a priest.” Cat said, he saw Misty’s eyebrows shoot up. “Accident. It was dark, we saw a gun and a huge rat jumped Alex. Those factors combined for ugliness.” Misty nodded and pulled Alex into a hug which he half-heartedly returned. “Let’s get back.” The group trotted across the lawn and reentered the church through the hole in the back of the room. Cat gave everyone a rundown of what happened while Alex used the washroom in the sacristy. He washed his face and stepped back out into the small room. Domenica was sitting on the counter waiting for him. “I’m sorry, Dom. I tried. I tried hard. Me and Adam both did. But we got to Fort Dodge and things went for a shit. Adam got killed and I almost got my ass shot too. Then Zeke and Rueben wouldn’t let us mount up till we got more intel on what was happening.” Dom nodded, “it’s okay, Alex. I understand. Guns-a-blazing is stupid.” Alex nodded. “Which they tried to tell me several times, but you know me. Never say die and all.” She chuckled, “yeah, that is true. So what happened with Adam?” Alex sighed and retold the story, he broke down near the end and Domenica embraced him. “It’s okay, Alex. He died for a good cause.” “I know, and that made it even worse when Rueben and Zeke forbid me from going. We put it to a vote but that asshole Phelps voted against me and it was tabled.” He sighed, “I’m sorry, Dom. I really did try.” He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. She nodded, “I know, Alex. And that’s what counts.” Alex smiled slightly and bent down, pulling Domenica into a passionate kiss. |
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| njsmostwanted651 | Nov 15 2009, 09:00 PM Post #19 |
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Darren/Luna Darren sighed as he examined the land for clues to Luna's location. Sometimes he really wished he took up active duty Army and attended Ranger school, just to sharpen his senses. He decided he would have to move somewhere to find new clues. He took a few steps out of the alley the sewer enterance was located, but immediately jumped back in when he saw a group of thirty or so people standing in a mob. All of them were armed with assault rifles or rocket launchers. He slouched down the concrete wall and pulled a mirror from his vest. He held it at an angle and began counting the resistance. Fifty two enemies, all toting M16's or Rocket Propelled Grenade launchers. There was one tank, three APC's, and six Humvees, all about a hundred yards away. It was an entire Army, fully suited for war. Their attack was well planned for. Then he had to think of routes to get around them. Looking around him, there was another alley across the street, but he would definitely be caught going across. Ahead of him was an alley that ran parallel, though. If he was quick and quiet enough, maybe he could cross without being spotted. Damn, Ranger training would have been a great help, he thought. Darren tucked the mirror back into his vest and clutched his rifle tightly, then took a deep breath, then let it out. He stood up and rounded the alley's corner. The minute he did, the army ahead of him erupted into gun fire. Almost shitting himself, Darren dropped immediatly to the pavement and readied his rifle with spastic hands. He peered up to see that the open fire was facing the complete opposite way of him, and the whole army had their backs to him. Darren crawled to the alley and controlled his breathing. That was the single most frightening experience of his life. He felt like he was going to pass out from shock. He sat there frozen for what felt like several minutes. There was no way in hell Luna was up there. If so, there couldn't be a good chance she was alive. Darren shook the thought from his head. He had to see for himself. She had to pass through there. Everything other way was a dead end. All the alleys and opposite roads were all dead ends. She had to be there somewhere. Darren took a swig from his canteen and snapped it back into place on his vest. He peered around the edge of the building and saw the enemy forces were slowly drawing upward, away from him. There was a break between them and the end of the building and into open pocket in a building. He took off into a full out run, watching the line of Bathin's men, waiting for one of them to shift their attension behind them. They would all turn and open fire on him. Then he'd truely be fucked. Darren rounded the final building, which lead to a dead end. "Fuck!" He muttered as he turned around to check on the enemy line. Their attension was focused elsewhere as they slowly advanced away from him. One of the Humvees he saw not too long ago flew through the air in a burning heap, straight toward the advancing line of Bathin's men. Some of them leaped out of the way, while some weren't so lucky. He looked ahead of him and squinted, swearing he could see the tiny figure of Pipe. His attension immediatly snapped onto Darren as he casted him an evil smile. Darren looked away and focused on Bathin's men, who were now slowly advancing foward still. Pipe never left Luna's side since they found him, why would he leave now? She had to be close by. Johnson hugged the wall, moving quickly and as silent as possible while the enemies were focused elsewhere. As he moved, all the thoughts he could think of was the sight of them all turning and shooting him. All they had to do was look to their left and that would be it. When he passed the line of enemies, he was just out of the way from a crossfire of bullets. They flew through the air in such a high volume Darren could almost see a wall formed. There was no getting past there, and there was no alternate routes. He just had to continue, into the enemy's line of sight. Hopefully he could make it past the Resistance lines without being shot. He took off into another run, this time along a deadly wall of bullets. He could hear some as they whizzed past his ear, and he could feel the expelled wind in their tracks. He was half way there when he noticed a side street, with an additional twenty-something Resistance fighters charging through. Once they joined the battle, it gave Johnson a safer path through the line of fire. As he ran past the Resistance line, he could see men falling all around him. Their bodies blocked him from the bullets. On the other side, men were also dropping. He ducked down, avoiding the crack as a M16 rifle broke the sound barrier and shot out a bullet. Once he made it to the other side, he was greeted by a small mass jumping on him. Johnson toppled over as Pipe placed a small hand on his chest, while the other held a sharpened metal chunk. "This will be fun!" Pipe said giggling. Johnson grabbed him by his underarms and tossed him off of him. He stood up and aimed his rifle at the boy, who immediatly charged him. Before the trigger of the rifle could be pulled, Pipe drove the metal chunk into Darren's upper leg. Darren howled out in pain as he twisted it around, then removed it. Pipe giggled again as the M16 crashed to the ground. "I've been waiting for you Colonel!" He said, no longer sounding like the boy he once did. Johnson fell to his knee as the pain intensified, no longer allowing him to stand. Pipe threw himself on Johnson's chest, causing him to fall once more. "Die, Die, Die!" Pipe yelled as he stabbed down, but was abruptly stopped as Johnson grabbed him by the neck and forced his body upward. "Get off of me you fucking freak!" He yelled as he tossed him aside again. Pipe launched off of him and smacked into a cement building. His head cracked on the side with a crunch, and he fell on his ass nursing a bleeding head. "I'm not done with you!" Pipe called out with a grin as he charged yet again. Darren picked up a loose brick from a damaged house and threw it, hitting Pipe square in the forehead. Pipe fell to the ground, no longer clutching his head. Darren stood up, not wanting to make sure the little demon was dead. An explosion sounded and Darren looked up to see a helicopter explode in the sky. It went soaring down in a flaming chunk and landed ontop of a silver Buick. The pilot jumped out just to get torn to shreds by Resistance bullets. "Luna?" Darren yelled out, hefting up his M16 to his shoulder. His voice could barely be heard over the sounds of intense war. Looking behind him, he saw a blonde head peer from behind a wall. She looked at him with wide eyes, probably suprised to see him there. Darren ran over to her and grabbed her arm. "Come on, lets get out of here." He said, pulling Luna to her feet. She slightly resisted. "We gotta go now. Come on!" "Where's Pipe?" She demanded. "He's..." He looked over to where he left Pipe laying and realized he was no longer there. "He's taken care of. Come on." Darren said as he lead her by her arm behind the Resistance forces and down the street, away from the action. "Where are we going?" Luna asked. "I dont know...A church I think. We need to find a church." Darren said. "Why are you limping?" She asked. "Let's talk when weir away from the bullets, ok?" He said as he lead her around a building and out of the line of fire. Darren grunted as he fell to the ground, the pain in his leg screaming. "What happened to your leg?" Luna repeated. "The kid got me with some metal." Darren said reaching into his vest and pulling out a small box of field dressings. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine." Luna said as she sat down next to him, curling her knees into a ball. Darren began wrapping a cloth band around his leg tightly, attempting to control the bleeding. He couldn't believe he did it. There were definitely doubts in his mind that he would get shot, or worse, captured. He also thought that he would find Luna dead in the middle of the battlefield. But they were almost out now. All he had to do was get to the church. Then he could meet up with Ruben and the others and they could put an end to all of this. Edited by njsmostwanted651, Nov 15 2009, 10:50 PM.
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| LadyRahl | Nov 15 2009, 10:13 PM Post #20 |
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Mod Note: Please... please.... please.... When you post something up, especially at this stage in the game, please list the peope included in your post at the top like mdnjr70 and myself do. With so many people together at the moment, this is going to help cut down on confusion as far as who's with who and what they're doing. Thanks so much! |
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| Misbehaver | Nov 15 2009, 11:02 PM Post #21 |
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Spoon, Misty, Alex, Dom, Darren, Luna, and good old reliable Eric - Until Morale Improves, The Beatings Will Continue Spoon's heart sank. Over the last couple months he had gotten used to disappointment, but this was just painful. He watched with a half-hidden grimace as Alex grabbed Domenica and kissed her. He turned quickly, not wanting to see the rest. He knew she had a thing for him from the start, but he was kind of hoping ten months was enough time to forget someone and move on, preferably to him. Apparently, it was not to be. Who was he kidding? He had more important things to worry about. Spoon looked back to where most of the group was standing around, discussing plans of approach for getting Zeke back. He wanted to join them, but right now he just needed a minute. He needed to get his head right. He looked away for a place of solitude. He sure as shit wasn't going nack outside. He let his eyes settle on the booth to the side of the chapel. Confessional, how...unfitting. Spoon's mind failed to shake Domenica from its thoughts, and the pain in his chest returned in full force. He lit up a cigarette, and walked to the confession booth. He closed the door lightly behind him, so as not to distract the group, and sat down with a heavy sigh, blowing out a cloud of smoke. He closed his eyes and searched the chambers of his heart for something, anything else to keep his mind on. Something to get him focused, alert, back to his old self. Not the mess he was in. After everything thathad happened over the last twenty-four hours. First, the botched attack, all his recruits dead. And Frankie. Big, dumb, Frankie Stanson, killed fighting for the good side for a change. Spoon silently reminded himself never to change his routine again. Finally, a face came into his head. A face he hadn;t thought of for a while now. Marie. So beautiful, so pure. She was everything he wanted to be, and everything he needed to be happy. And now she was gone. And that is what he needed to focus. Without him, without the people in the church, it was pointless. If they didn't succeed, she died for nothing. "Marie," he whispered, a tear rolling down his face. "Spoon?" a faint voice whispered, as if right in his ear. The hairs on Spoon's arms rose, and his heart skipped a beat, possibly two. "G-- God?" "God? What the shit are you talking about?" "Eric?" Spoon turned to the window beside him. "Eric? What the fuck are you doing here?" The window slid open, and sure enough, he was there. Little, old, perverted Father Eric. Wiser's Deluxe in hand. "If you want forgiveness, you know the price." "Eric, what the hell are you doing in here?" Spoon spoke in a hushed tone. Oddly enough, he didn't want to be seen with the old bastard. "I thought you took off." "Are you kidding? I wasn't gonna leave the bar." He took a swig, and wiped a layer of drunkard sweat from his brow. "They threw me out once the bullets started flying. They figured with a priest inside, the bar was a target for Bathin. I couldn't really argue." "So you came here?" "Spoon, come on. This is my home. This is God's house." Spoon said nothing. "Alright, fine. I didn't know where else to go." Eric finished the bottle in his hand, looked at it, and grinned to himself. "what did you want in here, Spoon?" "Honestly, I just needed a minute to set myself right. Wrap my head around the fact that the world is ending around us." Eric sort of half-scoffed, and lifted a second bottle from the floor, to Spoon's surprise. "We're all waiting for the end, aren't we? The real question is, what kind of finish wil we send?" He chugged about half the bottle before putting it down again. "That shit's gonna pickle your liver, Father." Spoon said, in awe of the man's almost poetic words. For a drunk and a fiend, he was remarkably articulate. "I think I'm counting on it, my son." Spoon nodded. The man was pathetic, but he might have had the right idea. Death on one's own terms was quite appealing. And that was the plan. If Spoon was going to die, it would be on his terms. He was going down fighting. "And you're coming with me Eric." "I'm what?" Spoon kicked himself, realizing he only spoke the last ar out loud. "You and I are not going to lie down. We are going to take this fucking thing all the way to the end. So, come with me, or stay here and knock back a few more whiskeys." The window slid shut. Eric said nothing. Spoon lowered his head and sighed. Eric was a lost cause. A few moments later, the bottle shattered agains the floor. "Fuck it," Eric called from the other side. "I got a few more sermons in me." After a minute more for Eric to freshen up, and Spoon to gether his thoughts, the pair exited the confessional together. Neither having confessed a thing. Both having found some form of salvation. Spoon did his best to avoid looking to where he assumed Alex and Domenica still were. He didn't need anything fucking up his momentum right now. He was on a roll. "What the hell is he doing here?" Misty yelled at Spoon, pointing an angry finger at the small priest beside him. Eric returned her question with a wink, and a sly smile. She gave him a disgusted look and turned her attention to Spoon. "Do you need some more time in the cell over there, or are you ready to come back to the big boys table?" Spoon laughed, and shook his head. "I'm ready, Misty. Let's get back to the others." The church doors swung open and two figures were silhouetted against the light from outside. After the man pushed the doors closed again, Spoon could see it was Darren, and the girl. Luna, he thought her name was. The pair remained silent as they walked forward down the aisle toward the rest of their companions. Both of them looked rather the worse for wear. Where the hell was that little monster she had with her, Spoon thought to himself. Better question. Did he really care? 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| Deleted User | Nov 16 2009, 02:06 AM Post #22 |
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Cat, Spoon, and Father Eric- The Magic of the Wizard’s Dream OOC: Last broadcast that went out from the bus. Thanks go to Misbehaver for the awesome input. “Hey, everybody. This is Stray Cat Hansen. I just wanna… damn… this is hard. I just want to let everyone know that this is my last broadcast for a bit. We’ve arrived where we mean to be and… this is it. We look to prevail. To restore what needs to be restored. With Zeke’s help… and everyone in our group, I think we can do it. So… I’ve not much to say to you today, oh lovely audience that you are. Naught but wish us luck, cross your fingers, pray if that’s your thang. He’s going down, guys. Bathin is going DOWN. And I plan to be a part of it somehow. So… I have to go. I’m playing one last song that I feel is a good ‘going into battle’ tune. Here it is. By Rhapsody with Sir Christopher Lee: The Magic of the Wizard’s Dream. Stay cool, guys. Stay cool." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cat sat out in the front of the church, hands shaking. He was really fucking scared. His thoughts were jumbled visions of the worst and nothing could calm him down. He felt on the verge of a breakdown. There had to be something to chill him out… Then he remembered something he’d saved for a long time. Cat took off his beanie and, in the flip section, sat a big, fat joint. Cat looked up at the sky. “Thank you, God.” He kissed the doobie lovingly and searched his pockets for his lighter. Just then, two people walked outside. Cat tried to hide the joint but it was too late. Busted. “Is that what I think it is, son?” Father Eric stood beside him, with Spoon not far behind. “I… uh… Father…” Cat stammered. Eric chuckled. “Oh, no worries. Blaze away.” Cat’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Blaze away’? He liked this old man. Seemed like a really down to Earth guy. Cat lit the end of the joint and inhaled deep. Eric sat next to him and Spoon, next to Eric. Cat watched the smoke flow out of his mouth and looked at the holy man. “I’ve never met a priest like you before.” He grinned. Eric smiled back. Spoon leaned forward, “And you never will again. One of a kind, this fucker is.” “That’s right,” Eric added. “Now, pass that, boy. I’m not going to sit in your second-hand toke and not get any for myself.” Cat burst out laughing and handed the joint to the little old man. Eric took a hit and leaned back on the front steps, blowing smoke rings. He offered the joint to Spoon. “No thanks, Father. I want to keep my head clear.” Eric shrugged. “More for me and the DJ.” Cat chuckled at this. The two sat, passing the joint back and forth as it dwindled in their fingers. Spoon stared at the sky. “I’m glad this will all be over soon,” Spoon said. “But it won’t be,” Cat replied. “Like… this crazy demon shit will be, but not the rest of this garbage. I mean… what the fuck? The world’s gone. And you know what? It could have been prevented. If only fucking Bruce Willis had joined NASA, that asteroid-meteor-whatever-the-fuck could have been destroyed.” Spoon laughed, “Sadly he was too busy filming another Die Hard.” “Another one of those? Jeez… how many can you make?” Spoon smiled. The chronic was kicking in. Cat’d be all right. Father Eric sat up, “You know why God let's this happen to us, right? It's us. We did it. God never does anything to us that we can't do ourselves. We caused Armageddon. It's Revelation. Uncreation. Black becomes white; up becomes down. Everything gone. Innocence forgotten because of us. Humans. And what matters now? It's not who we were, or what we've done. It's what we're going to do… This is it. The big show. Title fight, round 15. All that matters now is how you plan on finishing this fight. Spoon'll back me up. We go forward, fight our demons, or we let them consume what's left of the world. Either way, we make the choice. Or we live with the choice we all made to start this whole thing.” Cat’s mouth hung open. “Whoa… that was fucking epic, Father.” Eric sighed, "I wish I’d had a bigger congregation to hear that one.” Spoon laughed, shaking his head at the baked duo. Maybe once this was done, he’d sit and smoke with Cat but for now he needed to be alert. The three sat back on the steps and watched the sky, talking occasionally about small things that came to mind and even after Cat and Father Eric came down from their high, they still felt serene. Something just felt right. And Cat hoped to God or whoever was in charge that he’d feel this way again after the shit hit the fan. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 16 2009, 11:20 AM Post #23 |
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Luna/Johnson/Pipe/Ruben/Spoon/Eric- Exorcist Rising Where could Pipe have gone? That’s something Luna pondered very much, but she wasn’t too worried. Because obviously, he could take care of himself. She was more concerned for Johnson. The blood was still seeping out of the leg wound. She also wondered where O’Brien and Wyatt ran off to. They told Luna and Pipe to stay near the fountain, but they never came back. Then, Pipe disappeared. But Johnson came around (hide that blush, girl! God!) with a horrible stab wound to the thigh. “Did it hit the femoral artery?” Luna asked. “Because on this show I watched, a girl got that vein cut and it bled so much that she died.” “It better not.” Johnson grunted, gritting his teeth as he applied rubbing alcohol to the open skin. The strong but strangely alluring aroma of the solvent rose up and into Luna’s nostrils, causing her head to spin. It was only five minutes, and the cloth was already sopping wet with Johnson’s blood. “Maybe we should stop walking?” Luna said. “You’re in pain.” “No, we have to keep moving.” Johnson said in a low voice. “The sooner we’re out of danger, the better.” “If you die along the way…” “I won’t.” Johnson said assuring and patting her on the shoulder. “I’ll protect you.” Luna’s face turned blood red, and she turned away from him, hiding her face. Johnson groaned as his leg ached more, but he didn’t make any complaints. Johnson knew the only thing that mattered was getting to the church safe, and alive. “Come on.” Johnson said, after listening for the sounds of the gunfire. “The battle’s getting closer.” Luna shrugged and allowed herself to be forcefully dragged behind the Lieutenant, who was wincing and grimacing from the stabbing. A soldier from Bathin’s army stepped out from behind them, gasping hard and clutching a bullet wound at his chest. Then he saw Johnson. He raised his gun. “Darre-“ Johnson rolled on the ground, with Luna at his side, and dodged the shell from the shotgun. He then threw a flare into the enemy’s area and blinded him, giving Johnson time to ready his carbine and fire. The other man fell into a heap on the ground, with blood spurting from where his head used to be. “Don’t worry, I said.” Johnson said, breathing hard. “I’ll protect you.” “Your leg-“ “It’ll be fine.” The two turned a corner, and they were ambushed by a line of enemy soldiers. “It’s the girl!” One of them cried. “It’s Bathin’s new toy!” They moved to capture her, but Johnson’s hand went to his belt. In a split second, a grenade was flying through the air. It hit the back of a Humvee and the whole vehicle was engulfed in flames, killing Luna’s assailants. The girl sighed in relief and hugged Johnson, who gruffly shrugged her off. “Let’s move on.” A motorbike flew overhead and crashed into an apartment building, and it’s shards went falling down towards Darren and Luna, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the shrapnel, and a flaming body flopped onto the ground beside him, causing Luna to scream. Three shadows were standing there, in the next alleyway. One was shorter then the rest of them. It had to be Pipe, and the two supposed escorts. Johnson loaded his carbine. “Hold your revolver to the ready, and don’t hesitate to shoot.” Johnson warned, and Luna nodded, fumbling with the clutch. “Don’t shoot!” Pipe’s voice? It sounded different… clearer, maybe? Luna didn’t know. It sounded more… realistic. That’s the word. Not saying he didn’t sound real before, but… whatever. Pure’s a better word. Pipe sounded more pure. “You tried to kill me.” Johnson said. “I should kill you where you stand.” Wyatt lowered his rifle, and smiled light-heartedly. He seemed pretty relaxed, even if O’Brian was twitching with anticipation. “So, what do you want with me?” Luna asked, quivering. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” “We have to tell you something.” Wyatt said. “Something important!” Pipe chipped in, rubbing his bruised head. “Say it, then.” Luna said. “Bathin’s gone!” Pipe whispered. “He’s out of my head! He stopped using me!” “Yeah.” Wyatt supported. “He’s free of Bathin now, and he says he’s sorry.” Pipe nodded empathetically, but Johnson still looked doubtful. “And you two?” He asked, his finger tight on the trigger. This time O’Brian spoke up. “When we came back, we saw Pipe acting… normal. It reminded us of how life was, y’know? When we were humans.” “Uh huh. We want to join you, now. Pipe made us realize what we were.” Wyatt added. “You’re not coming with us.” Johnson said. “I don’t buy it.” “We don’t want to come with you.” Wyatt explained gently. “We’re going to report to Bathin, and lie to him, to throw him off. Hey, we might even try and save Zeke for you guys.” “Yeah. He’s cruci… crush-“ Pipe struggled with the word. “Crucified.” O’Brien said in a chilling tone. “Just in case you wanted to know.” Luna just stayed silent. She didn’t trust any of them, Pipe the least of them. “Well, we’re leaving now. I hope to see you both alive once this is all over.” Wyatt said, and he waved goodbye. The three of them left, with Luna weeping softly, and Johnson massaging his leg. “Son of a bitch. I thought we were dead.” Johnson muttered. “Let’s hurry.” This was a lot to think about. But, wasn’t Bathin a telepath? So, he would know the lie. He might even kill the three of them. Torture them to death, perhaps. But at least they are doing something good for the world, now. Luna hoped they won’t die. She wanted to hug Pipe after this was over. She didn’t know she would never see the little boy ever again. Luna felt light-headed. A weird sensation, she couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was shock. Or trauma. Or hope. Scratch that, there was no hope left in the world. Bathin’s invincible. He would win, no matter what the resistance did. The only chance they have is Zeke. It all depends on Zeke. “Johnson? My head feels weird.” Luna whined. “Why?” “What kind of weird?” Johnson asked, alarmed. “Pain? Nausea?” “I don’t know…” The weird tingling sensation reached a climax, and Luna lost control of her body. She tried to move her arms, but there were no results. She couldn’t even blink. Fear wallowed up in her stomach as she tried to do something, but she couldn’t. Luna was possessed. “Hey, dear. Too bad I can’t torture you in person, so I guess this will have to do.” “I hate you.” Bathin said, using Luna’s body. Johnson looked surprised, but he didn’t say anything. “Go away.” Luna’s mouth was moving, and she couldn’t stop it. Oh, she hoped Johnson knew what was happening. “I can’t.” Johnson said, “I’m supposed to save you.” “You can’t save me from Bathin. No one can.” “Luna, what’s wrong?” Johnson asked, appalled. He didn’t look like he was going to leave. Luna felt like screaming, crying, she just wanted to be able to use her body again. “I’ll shoot you.” “No you won’t.” Johnson said, staring straight into Luna’s eyes. “Try and stop me.” Johnson grabbed her arm, and inserted a needle. Luna immediately fell unconscious. What was in the needle was a sedative. Johnson sighed and lifted her, and he started walking to the church. ~~~ Intense pain. Bathin. Fear. Bathin. Disturbed feeling. Bathin. Claustrophobia. Bathin. Agony. Bathin. Bathin. Bathin… Bathin on top of her. Bathin feeling her. Bathin… fucking her. Bathin slapping her. Bathin hurting her Bathin beating her. Bathin stabbing her. Crying. Flailing. Trembling. Pleading. Begging. Sobbing. Praying. Screaming. Bathin moaning. Bathin grunting. Bathin taunting. Bathin laughing. Bathin releasing… ~~~ Luna woke up, and found she could move again. Johnson was crying as he sat down on a broken chair. Luna didn’t remember her dream at all, but she was glad to know her body was her own, once again. She smiled warmly at Johnson. “It was Bathin controlling me.” She pleaded. “Please believe me! I didn’t mean anything he made me say!” Johnson’s voice was cracking and sounded muffled. “I-I know. While you were sedated, Bathin… he…” “What?” Luna asked, her heart leaping to her throat. “He said he implanted a seed in your womb.” Johnson’s voice trembled. “Telepathically. Don’t ask me how that works.” Luna just stared at him. “The process will take about two weeks, Luna. You will die when the newborn demon comes out. He says there’s nothing to do.” Luna shook violently as she grinned at Johnson. “Y-you tried your best.” She said. Luna laughed easily. “That’s that. I’m fucked. Ahaha…’ “No. Don’t say that.” Darren soothed. “Don’t ever say that.” “Why not? I’m going to die, anyways.” Luna screeched. “You said you were going to protect me!” “There’s one thing we can try…” Johnson muttered. “Exorcism.” “Maybe…” “Believe me!” Johnson said. “It has to work!” “Bathin towered over me to insert his semen, and in two weeks time, out will come a new demon…” Luna sang brightly. “And its Johnson’s fault, he lied to me…” “You’re not yourself.” Johnson muttered. “No. I’m not my fucking self.” Luna growled. “Let’s just get to the fucking church.” “I won’t tell anyone.” Johnson mumbled, but Luna ignored him. The church was a few minutes away. When they entered, everyone gave them blank stares. It was as if everyone had already written the two of them off as dead. Johnson’s still here, but Luna’s as good as. Cat gave them a sympathetic look as they passed him. “Where’s Ruben?” Johnson asked. Ruben stood up from his table, looking relieved. “I thought you were both dead.” He said. “Where’s the kid?” “Bathin.” Johnson said. “I know, we’re fuc-“ “Ruben.” Luna said quietly. “I have something to te-“ “No, she doesn’t.” Johnson interrupted her. “She’s just going crazy.” Luna punched him. “Ruben has a right to know.” She said pointedly. “Ruben, its Zeke. He’s nailed to a cross.” Luna whispered. “Just like Jesus. Just like his lord.” Luna allowed Johnson to calm Ruben down, while she looked around for any religious leader. She found Spoon chatting with this priest-like person. “Hello.” She said, sitting down beside Spoon. “What’s his name?” “Luna, right?” Spoon asked, and Luna nodded. “Why do you-“ “I’m… I need to ask him for a favor.” “He’ll charge you, you know.” Spoon warned, but Luna ignored him. “Er, his name’s Father Eric.” “Father Eric.” Luna said respectfully. “I would like your help for something.” Eric winked at her and smiled in a lecherous manner. “Come right this way, my child." |
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| bebeluv1 | Nov 16 2009, 11:59 AM Post #24 |
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Mark, Sam, Willow--Time to Flee? “What happened??” Mark grabbed the front of Sam’s shirt as soon as he walked through the door. Sam gave him a look and Mark dropped his hands. “Sorry,” he muttered, still looking desperate and worried. “Things have gone from bad to worse. I think Bathin suspects I’ve been playing both sides. He doesn’t know for sure, or I’d be dead right now, but he suspects. And that’s enough,” Sam said sourly, his lips a thin grim line and his jaw set firmly. “I think maybe it’s time to get the hell out of Dodge.” “Let’s go, then! Let’s get Willow and go!” Mark stood, dancing from one foot to the other, full of nervous energy. Waiting to do something useful. Waiting to get back to Willow. Sam shook his head and handed Mark a key. “No, Mark, not me. But you take this key; it will unlock both of your shackles. And you take Willow and get out of here. Find Domenica. They’ll be in a church. The Catholic church, St. Thomas Aquinas.” “I can’t leave you here alone, Sam,” Mark said stubbornly. “I don’t think that Willow can, either. Either you come with us, or we don’t go.” Sam sighed tiredly. “I figured you’d say that.” He raised his hands when Mark started to protest. “Fine, fine, Mark. Stay here if that’s what you want. But keep the key. Maybe you’ll change your mind. Now I better get you back to Willow, she’s in bad shape and she needs you.” He paused a moment, then rummaged around in a bag near his bunk and pulled out a first aid kit. “Here.” Mark looked at Sam gratefully. “You’re a good man, Sam,” he said. Sam scoffed at that. “Yeah, such a good guy that I’ve just nailed a man to a cross without even protesting about it.” Mark clapped Sam on the shoulder. “We’ve all done things we didn’t want to do, Sam. But it’s almost over now, and when it’s over, we can try to forget all this ever happened.” Sam wiped his eyes, still watery from vomiting earlier, on his sleeve. “Yeah, good luck with that, buddy.” He thought of Adam, his dead son, and the tears built up even more and threatened to spill. “Good fucking luck.” Mark sensed that Sam was losing emotional control and so nodded and left. He would leave Sam alone to his misery. He had a feeling he’d be in his own state of misery when he saw the state Willow was in. Please let her be alive, he thought. This thought morphed into another—and let Kerri be alive and well, too. It’s not really that much to ask for, is it? Mark pushed open the heavy wooden door to Bathin’s bedroom, afraid of what he was going to see. He didn’t see Willow at first, and then spied her in a jumble of pillows and clothing, her hand sticking up from under a pillow. He rushed over, and saw that someone had tried to cover her with some spare clothing, and dab at her wounds. Must have been Zeke. Mark leaned over Willow, stroking her hair back from her bloody forehead. “Baby, it’s me, you ok?” he whispered gently. Willow was still, then finally stirred. “Adam?” she asked woozily, raising her head slightly and wincing. “No, honey, it’s Mark.” He helped her sit up, noting the many cuts and bruises that Bathin had so lovingly bestowed upon her. That bastard! Rage swelled up in Mark’s heart and he struggled to keep it at bay. Bathin would only feed on that if Mark let it take him over. Willow’s face looked like a Canadian sunrise. Mark held her close, her swollen eyes and mouth pressed gently against his shirt. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry,” Willow just sighed and said softly, “No.” As if to say, “It’s not your fault”. Mark held her for a long time, then opened the first aid kid and set to work cleaning Willow up and bandaging any open wounds. He debated whether or not to tell her abou the key, and in the end, decided now wasn’t the time. If Willow knew about it, then Bathin would. And that would be bad. Willow didn’t have the strength to go anywhere right now anyway. So he’d keep the key. He’d keep it until it was time. |
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| mdnjr70 | Nov 16 2009, 02:27 PM Post #25 |
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Ruben/Domenica//Darren/Spoon/Luna/Cat/Alex/Misty/Bridgette – Getting to Safety (OOC: This is a MOD approved post, please do not deviate from what has happened here and accept it and make it work with what you have planned for your characters, if you wan to change it, talk to our MOD LadyR and clear it through her. This means no more surprises kiddies.) Domenica looked up at Alex after their embrace and kiss; she smiled softly and touched the side of his face feeling something not quite right, “what happen to your face?” She said turning his head softly seeing the scar and frowning. “I…well…it was…um.” She shook her head her hair falling softly from her ponytail, “well I suppose it could be worse, at least it’s not some hideous tattoo.” She said smiling gently at him and he frowned not wanting to meet her eyes, “I…um…well…” He tried to say rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. She grinned and shook her head and cheerfully said, “never mind I don’t want to know. It’ll end up being like this time my cousin Joey, he’s such a doll, but a complete goof, went to the hospital with a jar labeled ‘Philbert’ with a twig and leaf in it.” She stopped and looked at him it was a pleasant memory, “you know his friends actually convinced him that he could keep this parasite alive in a jar with air-holes, unbelievable. And to think I made him tell me the story.” She shook her head. Alex looked at her, “Seriously?” She smiled and nodded, “well in all fairness he was 8 or 9 when it happened but still and he didn’t tell me until he was 23 that was a long time ago.” She kissed his check then changing the topic, “I’m glad you never gave up, I mean, coming for me 10 months ago would have been suicide, but I knew the others would keep you from doing anything stupid, playing hero only works in the movies, but I’m still grateful.” Alex took her hands and looked down at her, “When this is all over I have something I want to ask you.” She smiled up at him, “When this is all over I have something I want to share with you.” Her grin was mischievous and flirtaish, Alex felt his heart rate quicken and a sudden shift in his pants. He gave her one more kiss and they moved to the other room with the rest of the group. The various teams were making their way to the church, it was the one place that Bathin couldn’t enter and it was the only church that was still standing, it was by the grace of god that this building was standing and it would be the place that they would mount their final battle with the support of the rest of the military outside of Davenport with the heavy equipment in hiding. They were in the heart of the resistance control grounds, in relative safety; there was also a network of tunnels under the church that the resistance had used, now being occupied by some of the military from Ankeny. Domenica walked over to see Darren it had been too long she remembered first meeting him and knowing that he was a good man, a man of honor, “How’s your leg?” There was a male medic from one of the Ankeny teams working on it, “I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about Luna…the things she said, what’s happening to her?” Domenica looked over at the young woman Ruben was speaking with her now. “Bathin, his mind games, he can make you believe anything if you have a weak mind. At first, when this all started happening his numbers were huge maybe 20 to 1, he controlled the minds of the weak so easily but some he couldn’t control and over the months his numbers have dwindled, his arrogance wont let him see it, but the tighter his grip the more people slip through his hands, that the only way we’ve survived.” Darren looked at Domenica, “She she’s not…” he gulped then grimiest as the medic continued his work. Domenica grinned slightly with Alex next to her, “Let me guess, she thinks she pregnant even been sick.” Darren and Alex looked at her and she laughed, “he tried it on me once needless to say it didn’t work then and it isn’t the case now, but she thinks she is and she will have to deal with that.” She took Darren’s arm and gave it a squeeze, “Don’t worry, you rest that leg and I talk to her.” “I didn’t think Captain America could ever get hurt.” Alex said looking at Darren and shook his head with a smile, “Go fuck a moose.” Alex laughed, “Nice.” “Thanks.” Darren said with a smile, Domenica tried not to pay attention to them. She focused more on Darren’s state of mind, she could tell he had been through a lot and he worried about Luna, she hadn’t actually spoken to Luna yet, but she could see she was pretty messed up, still Darren Johnson was very protective of her. Domenica left Alex with Darren and walked over to where Rita and Rubén were speaking with Luna things had become more agitated between them, “What do you mean crucified?” Rubén said looking at Luna as she shook her head clearly she was not in her right mind and Rubén jumping on her about Zeke wasn’t helping, “I saw him, he’s nailed to a cross. Darren saw him too.” Rubén looked at her then to Darren who nodded his head, some of the others in the room had said they heard something like that, but no one had seen it at least that he knew. Rubén may not have trusted the word of Luna but Darren wouldn’t lie to him and he could see it in his face he didn’t need to ask, this changed everything, “I’ve got to go; I have to get to him! Stay here.” Rubén said looking at Rita and Domenica. Rita looked at Domenica and they quickly shared a glance they knew he couldn’t leave, but how could they stop him, “You can’t. It’s a trap to draw us out.” Domenica said grabbing his arm. “I know that, I’m not stupid Domenica. That’s why I’m going on my own; I’m going to kill the fucker. I have to save Zeke, it’s…he’s my responsibility.” She looked at him not letting go of his arm, “No Rubén, he’s in God’s hands…you have to trust him.” “The man I love is being tortured by a demon and we have a woman here who has been impregnated by this thing how much more…” Domenica cut him off. “No! Luna is fine, Bathin plays on the minds of the weak; the ONLY WAY SHE WOULD BE PREGANT IS IF HE TOUCHED HER, which he has not nor will he as long as we all stay here.” She looked around the room raising her voice so everyone could hear her, “he’s going to play with each of us, play with our minds and our emotions, he can only prey on those with weak minds, the rest of us he’ll try to hurt in other ways. Zeke crucified is his best shot to draw us out and we can’t do it, we have to stay together and fight him together, no cowboy heroics, that only gets people killed or captured.” “What about Zeke?” Rubén said looking at her, ignoring the others, what she was asking him to do, well not just him, he saw the look on Misty’s face, this wasn’t setting well with her either. “Rubén you can’t go on your own and you’re too important; we all are. What do you think Bathin would do with you?” She asked and looked around, “One by one he would crucify you or worse as a warning to the others, as a prize.” She looked around the months of having to make the hard choices showed on her face “I’m sorry.” Domenica said looking around. Rubén looked at her, “Not acceptable, now of this has to be this way you know he can be beat, we all do or we wouldn’t be here. Now listen to me, I’m mounting a rescue I refuse to believe that this being can’t be stopped, if he can’t enter a church or the minds of the strong then we can stop him and get Zeke back. Now who’s with me?” Rubén looked around the room his face filled with hopeful determination. He met Alex’s eyes first, “You coming?” Alex nodded he owed Rubén this it was pay back and he knew it, it might be folly but he had to do it, “I have to, I owe you that much.” Misty stepped up thrusting her chest out in determination, “not without me, Zeke’s my friend too.” Bridgette stood by her side clasping her hand in Misty’s, “count me in; I was able to hide my thoughts at least for a short time.” Spoon looked at Eric and both men shook their heads, “Rubén this isn’t like being on the council, I agree with Dom.” He looked at Dom, it hurt him a little that Alex had managed to stay in her heart, but that was how it was and he was a big enough man to see past it and focus on the mission. Rubén nodded, “I understand. You have to do what you think is best, we all do.” Darren looked up at the group he even tried to stand and Rubén help up his hand to stop him, “Captain you need to heal, but thank you Darren.” Darren nodded and settled back down. Domenica and Rita looked at Rubén and both shook their heads and Rubén nodded, he understood, plus they would need to mount and plan the attack. Luna looked at him, “I…he’s messed with my mind too much. I want to help, Zeke is a good man and I want to make sure he’s ok. I have to do this for me too. Prove I’m stronger then my demons.” Rubén smiled at her, “Thank you Luna.” The last set of eyes was Cat, Cat was always quiet and sometimes not the most ambitious of the group but still Rubén trusted him and knew that he would do what was right assuming he could clean up before they left, “I suspect you want to stay here?” Rubén saw the haze of smoke around him, Cat was in no state to go anywhere, but he still had the right to speak for himself. Everyone watched as Cat stood up, even some of the military men and some of the resist fighters watched him as he stood. Cat walked over to Rubén he didn’t seem quite himself, it was clear he was baked but there was something more to it, “Hello Poo Bear.” Cat said touching the side of Rubén’s face and everyone froze as the room fell silent, the voice wasn’t Cat’s but Zeke’s, “You have to have faith in God’s will.” Rubén stepped back, the voice and the face didn’t match, but it was Zeke he knew it was. Zeke only called him Poo Bear and never in public ever. It was only in private and only in the bedroom Rubén would have died if Zeke called him that at any other time and they both knew it. Rubén also knew there was no way Bathin was using Cat, there was a godly warmth about Cat and that was something a demon could never manage. “Zeke.” Was all Rubén could say. Cat touched Rubén’s check again with the back of his hand as everyone else was speechless. Rubén found his voice and spoke as the glow from Cat filled the room and filled all their hearts and souls. “We’re coming to get you. Don’t you worry, I promised I would protect you with my life and I’m going to.” Cat smiled at him, the glow around his face soft and gentle this was clearly no trick it was Zeke, “No, now’s not the time, Bathin will just kill you, he’s counting on you coming, he’s planned for it.” Rubén looked at Cat speaking to him like he would speak to Zeke, “You knew this was going to happen and you still went, I could have protected you, you had the others…” Cat smiled softly, “The others only helped me fulfill what I need to do. I know you love me and would cross the rivers of hell for me, but I have to do this. Just like you and the others need to work together and plan, Bathin is strong but he’s not as strong as he thinks and he’s not as powerful, his men leave his side in mass some will betray him from inside as well, he can’t see it, the arrogance blinds him. The only way to defeat him is to stay together and work together. Find those he trusts most and get them to help you.” Rubén looked at Cat tears in his eyes he didn’t want to listen but he had to, Zeke had a way of always making him listen, it was as if they were only ones in the room, but they weren’t everyone was there; watching and listening to Zeke speak through Cat, all the teams had made it; all the resistance was now here, God had pulled them all together so they would all hear what Zeke had to say. “I can’t let him hurt you. I have…” Cat smiled Zeke’s wonderful crocked smile, “you have to have faith in God’s plan. Be the man I love Poo Bear. Listen to your heart and do the right thing. I promise we’ll be together again. I’m doing what I have to out of love for everyone. I love you so much Poo Bear never doubt that nothing can change that. The first moment I saw you in the hotel I loved you.” Rubén looked at him his eyes red with tears, “I have to save you.” Cat grinned Zeke’s grin, “Rubén you are the one I waited for, you saved me already.” Zeke’s voice said through Cat. As he leaned in and kissed him softly tenderly it may have been Cat body but it was Zeke’s soul, Cat stepped back and looked around, “Remember God’s will be done.” He said addressing everyone in the room. Rubén looked at Cat, “Zeke you can’t…we have to…we need you.” Cat looked at Rubén an odd look on his face the warmth of the room fading, “Hey Ruby Rube sorry man I don’t think I can go, I’m not feeling all there.” Cat said back to his normal self as everyone looked at him, “What? What I miss?” Cat said seeing everyone look at him. Cat saw Rita and smiled, “Hey Chica’s you have any chips or chocolate, I have a wicked case of the munchies?” Cat said watching Rita and the others as they all looked at him. He clearly had no idea what just happened. As the warmth slowly left the church everyone remained silent a moment as they realized what just happened, no matter how badly they wanted to go and save Zeke, they couldn’t there task was clear; stay and work together secure their location, fortify the church, use the tunnels to do recon on Bathin’s men, but most importantly trust each other and get ready for the battle ahead. |
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| LadyRahl | Nov 16 2009, 03:44 PM Post #26 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Willow/Mark - The Equivalent of Fuck You “Are you okay?” She asked, forcing her battered body to sit up. Everything hurt, but she refused to just lay still, defeated. The pain as she moved, it was like her own private form of defiance. It reminded her that she was still alive. It reminded her, oddly, of her children… and that she would be back with them soon. She believed that. She had to believe that. Thank you Sam, thank you so much for making us hide them she thought. In her heart of hearts, no matter what Bathin might say to her, she knew that they were safe and happy. They missed her, they missed their father (along with that thought came the still gut wrenching agony of grief and loss), but they were alive and they were well. If they weren’t… well Sam would end up being a lot more afraid of her than he ever could be of Bathin. “I’m fine,” Mark said standing up. “Let me get you,” “I’ll get it myself,” she said moving as quickly as she could force her body to over to the bar in the corner. Wisdom told her to go slower, but again, it was her defiant streak. Her way of saying ‘fuck you’. She also did it to mask exactly how much pain she was in fact feeling. Mark didn’t need to know everything. “God dammit,” she whispered, reaching the end of the chain to the shackle around her ankle. Her shoulder huffing in frustration she extended her left leg in back of her, hopping forward on the right. It was probably the hardest thing she’d ever done. Brused, battered and with her balance off she reached out with her fingers to the bar. Just a little… Her fingers barely managed to close around two different bottles and she let out a cry of triumph, hopping back once before her right leg gave out and she fell to the floor. She felt some skin on her left ankle rip open and heard Mark rush to his feet. “Willow, Jesus,” he said taking the bottles and grabbing her arm, heling her to her feet, his blue eyes sternly disapproving and he gave her a puzzled look when he saw that she was smiling. “Take that, fucker.” She said letting him help her back to their bed of pillows and blankets. Mark laughed softly, noticing one of the bottles was in fact Bathin’s favorite drink. “Don’t you dare put it back,” she hissed at him, settling down. “Give me that one first,” she said holding out her hands and taking the bottle from him, cracking off the stopper and sniffing the amber liquid inside. It was delishishly fragret and she closed her eyes, taking one more smell of it. “You want any?” She asked opening her eyes and looking at Mark who was sitting down beside her, the second bottle, this one of water, in his hands. “I’m good,” he replied wondering if Bathin had thought that the chain wasn’t long enough to reach the bar. If he had, he’d underestimated her continued mobility and determination. He couldn’t help but smile as Willow took a long drink from the bottle, wincing as the liquid poured hotly down her throat. Taking two swallows, just enough to feel the bottom of her stomach warm up and glow, she extended her left leg ahead of her, the blood from her ankle slowly dripping down her heel and she scooted to the edge of the pillows before tipping the bottle over and pouring some of the dark liquid over her shackled ankle. A sharp hiss tore from her lips as the alcohol burned and she shuddered violently, turning the shackle slightly and pouring again making sure to disinfect the entire thing. She then continued the process over the cuts on her chest, her arms, stomach, legs, had Mark apply some on her back. She knew what he was thinking, that this was a bad idea but she didn’t care. This was her equivelant of spitting in his face and kicking him in the gonads. Taking the empty bottle she set it down in the center of his desk. She debated for a moment about peeing in it but decided agianst that one. That would probably be just a little to far over the top… as tempting as it was. “You okay?” Mark asked as she sat back down, smelling of liquor. The cuts were still bleeding, but they were at least clean for now. “You know you could have just showered.” She laughed and smiled at him. “I know, but this was more… satisfying. Ugh,” she groaned, her hands going to her swollen breasts. They ached something horrible these days without Kerri there to feed. She kept her complaints to herself though. The last thing she wanted was Bathin to come in to see either her or Mark relieving the pressure. He had enough ideas as it was. “Here,” he said passing her the glass decantur of water. Willow took it pulling out the stopper and drinking half the bottle in one go. Water had never tasted so sweet. As she drank she wanted to ask Mark what they were going to do. How were they going to help Zeke? Help the others? Help Bridgette and Misty and Dom? She was better off not asking though, and they both knew it. What didn’t dawn on her though, was that in her own way, perhaps she was in fact helping them by deverting Bathin’s attention away from what really mattered and on to petty, personal issues. Mark realized it though, and he just wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the top of her head as she drained the last of the bottle, giving it back to him and then yawning, her eyes fluttering closed as she laid back agianst his chest. |
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| mdnjr70 | Nov 16 2009, 05:25 PM Post #27 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Domenica/Spoon/Alex – One on One Everyone was still silent in disbelief of what had just happened Rubén looked the most off foot from the events it couldn’t have been easy for him, it wasn’t easy for any of them really, Domenica watched him walked off Misty following him. “You think he’ll be alright?” Spoon asked looking at Alex and then moved to Domenica his eyes staying on her a hint longer then they should, a dash of regret in them. Alex shook his head, “I don’t know, after what just happened it’s a lot to take in. Look I’m not a big God man, but how do you explain that. I guess we’ve all see our share of things but seeing that it kind of changes the game, at least in my mind. I never saw this in the Stand that’s for sure.” Alex thought a moment, “maybe Ghost, but still.” Alex said looking around as everyone started to break off. Domenica unclasped her hand from Alex’s, “Can you give us a minute? I need to talk to Spoon.” Alex looked at Spoon then to Domenica with a bit of a weary eye, “Sure.” He kissed her check and walked off to check in with the military folks. Domenica looked at Spoon, “I’m sorry.” She said looking at him and Spoon scoffed, “Sorry for what?” He said looking at her then looking away he was suddenly very interested in a piece of lint on his shirt trying not to look directly at her. “Can we talk, just for a minute?” She said taking his hand and leading them off to the side where they were out of ear shot. “Dom, what?” Spoon said as she frowned, “look Spoon, I’m not, well I wanted to say I’m sorry. I kind of always had this feeling you…and then when Alex showed up and I saw you disappear.” Spoon sighed looking at her he couldn’t really hide it, there was no point, he was many things but not a liar; at least not to her, “He’s a good guy.” Domenica stopped and looked him in the square in the eyes, “So are you, a little ruff around the edged but you’re like a Marshmallow Crisp, hard shell but a soft center. I never wanted to hurt you or lead you on.” She said with a genuine smile. Spoon looked around no one was paying then any attention and he let his guard down just enough. “Look it’s cool, he got to you first and your right you never said or did anything it was all in my mind, I mean, wait that didn’t come out right.” He frowned, “It sounded better in my head, I think.” Domenica smiled at him, “These last two months, getting to know you seeing the real you, I think things could have been different at one time, but God has a way of making things work the way they are suppose to and I’m suppose to be with Alex, scar and all.” She shuddered and smiled then she continued looking at him, “It’s important to me that I know you have my back and you’re with us.” He nodded a little disappointed that he wasn’t the one to win her heart, “That all.” It came out harsh, which wasn’t his intent. Domenica looked at him not surprised but she understood, “No, I want to know you’re my friend too. I couldn’t have done any of this without you and you’re important to me.” He grinned, “Sorry, I mean it didn’t come out right. Plus it’s not like we where dating or anything, not to mention all your happy perky shit would have driven me nuts. You’re like a cheerleader on crack sometimes you know that.” She chuckled. “I’ve been called that before. Of course then there’s the group you hand around with not to mention smoking, I mean really, it’s the end of the old world and the start of the new and you’re still sucking butts.” They both chucked a moment and she leaned in and kissed his check, “you’re a good man Phil Witherspoon and I’m honored to have you as my friend.” He looked at her, “Thanks Dom and I’m glad we’re friends.” He looked over his shoulder, “looks like Prince Charming is waiting for you.” Spoon said seeing Alex not to far off watching them, but trying not to act like he was watching them. Domenica nodded, “Oh I’m sure, he’s been waiting 10 months to rescue me funny how it all worked out.” Spoon pursed him lips and furrowed his brows, “You know you never struck me as a woman who needed to be rescued. You might be soft on the outside, but inside you’re tuff as nails.” Domenica shrugged, “Maybe, I don’t know. I think I’ve grown a lot, changed, but thank you for the compliment.” Domenica walked off leaving Spoon there he smiled and rubbed the back of his neck he was sure if he felt better or worse but at least she talked to him and that was something, “just a little late.” He said with a sigh, “ah well there was always Rita”, he said with a devilish grin then it hit him, he never told Dom his full name. Domenica walked back over to Alex and slipped an arm around his waist, “Have we heard from the rest of the resistance yet?” Alex looked at her then to the 3 army people he was talking with, “Yes, we’ve got contact with all the groups in all the locations. It seems whatever happened with Zeke bought us all enough time to get people and equipment in position, but there’s still a lot to do.” She nodded and looked at the 3 people and they nodded and left leaving her with Alex, “Care to tell me what that was all about?” He said looking at her, “Oh are we playing the role of jealous boyfriend?” She said playfully. Alex frowned at the sound of her tone, “I lost you once, I have no intention of doing it again.” He said it was sweet he was jealous but also a bit annoying. She smiled and kissed his scar free check, “Spoon had a crush or at least it seemed that way to me I wanted to address it with him and I respect him so it was better to do it now and make sure we’re all on the same page then to let it fester.” Alex pursed his lips, “I suppose.” She shook her head, “Oh relax, I waited for your sorry ass for 10 months and trust me Spoon was just one of many or do you forget.” She said with a sassy toss of her hair and he laughed how could he not when she had that sparkle in her eye it was all you could do, “You’re evil you know that.” She winked, “maybe, but seriously, I wanted to talk to him and make sure that we were fine so we could focus on the task at hand.” |
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| mdnjr70 | Nov 16 2009, 06:51 PM Post #28 |
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Rubén/Misty – Aftermath “Are you alright?” Misty said following Rubén out of the church onto a private courtyard, the cool air hit them both, along with the smell of death it was that smell that told Rubén Bathin had not power in the church, when they were in there they couldn’t smell the death in the air. Rubén looked at her, “you’re kidding right?” He said looking at her, she was so young but she, like the others, had been through so much, so many hardships sense they were all together. “Rubén you know…” Rubén cut her off, “I know Misty, I was there. I can’t leave and even if I wanted to…it was Zeke. It was my Zeke standing there in front of me telling me to leave him be, to so what needs to be done and to stay the course.” “God’s will.” Misty said not knowing what else to say to him. How many times had Domenica or Zeke said it to her. “God’s will be damn! He’s out there hurting suffering and I’m…” Rubén broke down falling to his knees, his strength sapped from his body, there was only so much he could take, he was someone who liked to think he could do anything, fix anything, but this, this was beyond him, it was beyond them all. Misty came up next to him and wrapped an arm around him kneeling there, “He’ll be fine, we have to believe that, God has a plan for him and I don’t believe he means it to end like this for him.” Rubén silently let the tears fall from him allowing Misty to comfort him. “Bathin is a monster, you have no idea, the things he did, we thought Rita was evil, she was a saint compared to him. If God, no if Zeke wants you, wants us, to stay here and fight, then that is what we have to do, not because we want to but because he’s Zeke and he asked us to.” Rubén sighed as Misty fell silent. “How many times have we run off to play hero and how many people died because of it?” Misty said thinking of every failed attempt they made at rushing off to ‘save the day’ and how it tended to backfire on them, leaving them open to Rita and now to Bathin. She shock her head. “I promised I would take care of him. I looked into his eyes on our wedding day and I promised him, I would never any farm come to him.” Rubén finally said and Misty nodded. “There is only so much protecting you can do. It’s a hard and painful lesson but it is what it is.” She said looking out and hearing only silence whatever battles had been going on where now stopped there was only silence. “He’s crucified, all I can see is him nailed to a cross naked bleeding, that is the only image I have in my head, not his smile or that silly way he blushes when you say something to embarrass him, or how he takes a cup of hot tea before bed, so he can settle his thought. How am I suppose to let that be? How can I just sit here and wait and do nothing when I can feel him suffering.” Rubén said rubbing his wrists, it was like he could feel the burn, but he knew it was psychosomatic. Misty frowned and looked at him, “You’ll do it for three reasons, one because he asked you. Two because it’s the right thing, we can’t afford to loose anymore people, we’re going to need everyone we have. You’re too important you head the council back home that alone makes you too important. And lastly there is the whole you’re his partner…Bathin would find you, kill you, cut you up and make Zeke dine on your flesh, just to hurt him.” Rubén looked at her in horror and she frowned, as he twisted the ring that was on his finger. “Right now more then anything we need to be smarter then him, he thinks we’ll come for Zeke, but what will happen when we don’t, he won’t kill him that would be foolish and Bathin is smart; Zeke is to much a play thing for him, something to be broken. But I don’t think Zeke will break, Zeke is stronger then any of us think.” Misty said sitting on the ground next to Rubén resting her head on his shoulder as they talked. “How do you know all this?” Rubén asked whipping his now red eyes he was staring to calm down, he still wanted to go after Zeke, but logic was gaining ground. “Bridgette, she filled us in on what he was doing, course now we can only guess, but after 10 months you get to understand him, even he has habits and rituals that he sticks to. I spent a lot of time getting to know what he did and his habits mostly through Bridgette but we learned a lot. Trust me, we’ll get him. No one is that good, not even a demon from hell.” “What about Willow and Sam? How are they in all this?” Rubén asked looking at her, “There’s three of them; Mark, Willow and Sam, Bridg, got Keri out and she safe now. But sense Bridgette hasn’t been back I don’t know. Bathin keeps them close and scared, well scared isn’t the right word, but you know what I mean.” Rubén sighed and thought a moment remembering something Cat, no Zeke said, “Can we get word to them; let them know we’re coming, let them know to be ready, that we won’t leave them.” Rubén asked as she shrugged, “Most of our people on the inside are dead, maybe Sam, but I don’t know. Things where getting tricky even for him.” She said trying to think of a way to get word to them. Rubén’s brows furrowed, “we need to try, we’re not leaving any of them behind, if we can figure out a way to get to them they might be able to help us somehow, then we can work on freeing Zeke. If it’s the last thing I do, Misty, I’m sending Bathin back to hell for hurting him.” Misty smiled watching the determination on his face, “I’m sure there will be a line of people for that.” Rubén nodded and looked to the center of Davenport, he could feel that was were Zeke would be displayed and a shudder went through his body. Rubén looked out, “I won’t leave you there and I will come and get you. I promise.” He said looking out Misty looked in the direction, she understood who he was talking to. |
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| njsmostwanted651 | Nov 16 2009, 10:12 PM Post #29 |
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Darren/Alex/Luna As the medic finished the final stitch on his leg, Darren let out a drawn breath he held for several seconds. They had nothing to numb the pain for him, so he had to suck up the pain of the needle poking through his skin, and the uncomfortable feeling of the thread rubbing through his skin. "It's going to hurt like a bitch for a while," The medic said, "But no bones were hit. I can give you pain killers, but I don't think you'll need them. You should be up and around in a few hours." "Thanks Doc." Darren said while examining the medic's work. He packed his supplies into his pack and went to treat the other wounded. Darren took the time to catch up on some much needed rest. He slumped down into the chair he sat on and leaned his head back, finally being able to close his eyes. He thought about all that he's been through, and how every decision he made lead him to Davenport, just in time to prevent some evil hell demon from doing God knows what to the world. But what were the chances that he met up with that same group of people, at that time, with that one goal? "Um, sir?" A Private said approaching Darren. He sighed. "Yes?" "Private Lots and I are having some trouble locating Entry B in the catacomb and..." Darren held up a hand. "Make a left, then a right, then a left." "Ok. And also sir, I..." The Private said before getting cut off again. "Is this important Private? Just ask the Sergeant." Darren said waving him away with his hand. "Yes sir." He said as he and the other Private made back down to the catacomb. Darren repositioned himself on the chair and closed his eyes again, expecting some serious peace and quiet for just only a few minutes. It lasted for all of three seconds. "I didn't think you even slept Captain." Alex said sitting down next to him on the church bench. "Even the best of us need our beauty rest." Darren said without opening his eyes. "Don't you have something you should be doing?" Alex shook his head. "I'm not too big on planning." "Again," Darren said, "Something...Anything? I'm sure you can find a coloring book around here somewhere." "Nah. Not my style." Alex said. "Alright. I'm sure there's a mouse somewhere that you can yell at for a while." "Come on now, where's the fun in that?" Alex said chuckling. He loved pissing Darren off. Darren reached next to him where a mini bible was, and he threw it in Alex's direction without looking, missing completely. Alex laughed. "Alright man I'm done I'm done. You're no fun anymore Captain." Alex said. Darren waved him off like he did the Private. It was something he was beginning to do quite often. He wished he had an MP3 player to drown out all of the background noises, and more importantly the annoying people looking for conversations while he's trying to sleep. "Hi Johnson." A young female voice rang out next to him. "Hi Luna." He said wearily, half asleep. "Um, I already thanked you right?" She asked. "Yes," Darren responded, "Several times." "Well, fuck you!" She blurted out. "Mmhm." Darren mumbled. "That wasn't me." Luna confirmed. "I know." "You know shit, you insignificant scumbag!" "I know." "Damnit! I just want him out of me!" She said, leaning against his arm, "It's so frusterating!" "Mmhm." Darren managed to utter before drifting off into snoring. "Why can't he just get out of my head? Why is he messing with me like this?" She cried, hugging onto his arm. "You sack of shit!" Johnson just snored again in return. OOC: Shitty and abrupt, I know. But I wanted to get something up, and I'm dead tired. The next will be better. |
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| WeBandOfBuggered | Nov 16 2009, 10:49 PM Post #30 |
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Alex/Dom/Spoon/Rueben - Game Plan Rueben sat in one of the pews, thinking about Zeke. He missed him and wanted nothing more than hold him, hear him breathe. He was drawn out of his thoughts by Spoon. “Smoke?” “No thanks, never touch the things.” “C’mon man, you survived a Goddamn asteroid impact, one cancer stick won’t kill ya,” Spoon said, he lit the cigarette that dangled from his lips and flipped the lighter shut in a practiced motion, pocketing it. Dom and Alex came over. “Ya know, I think Cap America’s pissed with me,” Alex said. Domenica looked at him and feigned shock. “You, piss someone off? Wow! That’s unbelievable.” “Sarcasm’s my job Dom,” Alex said, pecking her on the cheek. Spoon reproduced the pack of cigarettes. “Either you two want a smoke?” “I’m fine thanks,” Domenica said. Alex shook his head too, “watched both my grandfathers die from cancer when I was twelve. Not a pleasant thing to see I must say.” “A simple ‘no’ would suffice,” Spoon said; twin streams of smoke came from his nostrils making him look like an angry bull from an old Bugs Bunny cartoon. “So, we got a final game plan yet?” “Well we could just do a full front assault, balls to the wall and all that,” Alex said, sitting down on the steps leading to the altar. He looked at the others. “What?” “Are you suicidal hon?” Dom asked. “Only in the morning,” Alex replied glibly. Spoon glanced at his watch, “2AM. So it’s a toss up between stupidity and suicidal.” “My vote’s for stupidity,” Dom said with a playful grin. Rueben nodded, “ I concur.” Spoon shrugged, “Same, I guess.” “Motion passed and carried,” Rueben said. “Oh, sure, gang up on the Canuck why don’t ya. Not all of us are peace keepers.” Rueben smiled, then went back to business, “Dom’s got a point, Alex. Full frontal assault is tantamount to suicide. I thought we went over that several times of the last ten months.” “We did,” Alex said, “I’m just still my same stubborn self.” Dom shook her head, “well I can see that aside from the graying hair and the scar you’re the same lovable lug from back in California.” She sat down next to Alex who draped an arm over her shoulder. “We do need a plan though, I mean, we can’t just leave them there.” Rita come over at this point, “Domenica’s right, but then again, Alex does have a point too. A full frontal assault, while suicidal may be our best bet, they might not expect it.” “Exactly,” Alex said. “Element of surprise. I mean put yourself in Bathin’s shoes, would you expect a full frontal assault or would you prep more for a network of spies and infiltrators.” “Spies, I guess,” Rueben said hesitantly. The group sat in silence for a time, mulling over their options. Spoon finally broke the silence, “okay. Assuming we do go with the full frontal assault, we gotta ask a simple question.” “And what’s that?” Alex asked. “Why not do both?“ “Could work,” Domenica observed. “Also brings up another question we may not wanna answer,” Spoon said. He chain lit another cigarette and stubbed out the first one. “Who are we gonna make our a sacrificial lambs?” The question hung in the air as Spoon exhaled, once again giving him that bizarre cartoon-bull look. |
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