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Post by Doctor on Jul 4, 2010 1:45:38 GMT -8
Anshel waited. Offering his patience was the least he could do for the lady who had fought beside him. When Rima had choked on her words, he thought little of it, but then her eyes had emptied of any spirit, dull gray and haunting. Expecting them to bleed silver, he backed up a step, but the emptiness was soon replaced with what he could only interpret as overwhelming grief swathed in unadulterated fear. He made to move towards the distressed woman, expecting to be met with tears. In their stead, he received a shock of all-consuming pain.
How it happened Anshel didn't know, but he was on the ground, senses enveloped by agony and half-formed screams. Soon, he realized they were his own, as was the blood that coated his hands and soaked his belly and the defiled snow beneath him. Every nerve was tight and repeatedly plucked, a symphony of pain shocking him into reality. The sour notes of agony began to lull him into unconsciousness, but adrenaline, will, and the faint memories of similar pains forced him out from the tormenting fog enough that he could focus on the sight of intestine and other organs strewn across his coat and the ground around him. Had his stomach not been outside his body and stricken still by the cold, he might have vomited. All he could do was gasp in suffering. Half in shock and on his back, twitching, bloody hands grabbed aimlessly at his parts as he attempted to stuff them back inside where they belonged.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 4, 2010 2:02:17 GMT -8
"Oh Christ, Melora. Take all the fun out of it, will you? Now I'm feeling all responsible." With a martyred sigh he took her bag from her, picking out her pants and ruined shirt. He wasn't exactly sure if she wanted to wear the bloodied thing, but it was all she had for now. Perhaps they might be able to stop at one of his clan's safe houses to procure some new clothing for her.
Settling on that plan, he shook them out, finding they'd at least been haphazardly rinsed.
Anshel, down to the last detail.
Her undergarments were nowhere to be found, and he decided that it was a good thing. He knew he could handle taking a bra and panties off a woman, but putting them on just seemed like a waste of time.
It was then he noticed he was growling lightly at the thought, somehow subconsciously finding it extremely irritating that he'd should be undressing her. Not the other way around.
Still, he did his duty, squatting down so he could do this correctly. Half-assing it wasn't an option if it was going to be done at all.
He slid a hand up the back of her leg, resting it beneath her knee and applying mild pressure so she'd bend it. She was stiff as it was. Probably embarrassed to a petrifying extent.
She better be still breathing. Having a naked Melora pass out on him was something he knew he'd take full advantage of.
Slipping her foot into the legs of her pants, repeating the same action to the other leg, he worked the hem up to her waist, fastening them and turning his attention back to her shirt.\
He froze, knowing the faint smell in the air.
Head snapping toward the open window, a growl tore from his throat as he stood, turning to Melora.
"Sit. Stay." The words barely left his mouth by the time he was out the door, banking it down the stairs and outside to the entrance. He saw the gore, smelled the blood, but he was used to such things.
He ran up behind Rima, catching her by surprise as he lunged and pinned her to the ground, hands strapped above her head by one of his, his knee between her legs.
"Why the fuck shouldn't I kill you right now?" he spat, upper lip curling as a snarl worked its way up his throat.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 4, 2010 2:15:40 GMT -8
A hoarse, gurgling sound emanated from her throat, and glazed eyes scrambled to fix on open air, finally seeming to fix on Azura, but not really recognize him. She writhed under the force of his grip. Her body would normally, easily, have enough power to throw him, but not now. Not in this condition. Her mind wasn’t working right.
A voice called out to Azura, but not Rima’s. “Don’t hurt her.” Thomas breathed against Azura’s ear. "Please..."
His form shifted, appearing in front of the Gallian Prince. It was obvious that he was related to the woman pinned, but not exactly how. He appeared the same age, with the same hair color and complexion, but the eyes were different. Whereas Rima’s were a soft, blue-grey, his were a solid, stormy grey. He wasn’t alive, no more then a Spirit, but those eyes still held a fierce protectiveness over his older sister.
The Spirit man had a panicked look, and ran a hand through his hair, debating if he should just possess her again or not.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 4, 2010 2:32:04 GMT -8
Melora bit her lip when Azura slid a hand up her leg. It was cold and soft, like silk running over her bare skin. Focus, focus on staying upright, she told herself. Soon enough the experience was over and he was out the door before she had time to process why he'd left in such a hurry.
So he commands you like a dog then? Does he get off on the whole master and owner thing? The female demon taunted her from the safety of her own body.
Fuck yourself. Melora responded, picking up her ruined shirt and pulling it over her body with much difficulty. Finally it was on and Melora rushed out of the room, stopping only to pick up her gun. Still bare foot, she ran down the halls and down the stairs. Each step felt easily as painful as being stabbed but that didn't matter, her pain tolerance always managed to impress her a little more every time it was called upon.
Out the door the cold night air whipped around her body, like plunging into an ice water pool. The cold stung against the bottoms of her feet but she continued, finally making her way to the scene. The first thing she did was draw her gun and point it at Rima, the second was to look around and evaluate. Anshel's state made her stomach turn. Oh, that horrific image would be burned into her mind forever. The way his fingers were laced through his own innards, blood everywhere, seeping into the sidewalk, having melted the ice already. The way the blood splatter on the ground below his feet were familiar, matching almost exactly with a blood stain left on the carpet from her mother's death. The pained expression on the Judge's face. Even if he lived, that image would certainly show up in her nightmares, the worst ones that no amount of liquor could chase away.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 4, 2010 2:38:47 GMT -8
"Why?" he turned to the ghost, words still laced with an effort to remain merciful. He didn't take kindly to eviscerations of those that he cared about. "Why shouldn't I hurt her? Did you see what she did to him?" he gestured with his free hand, well aware that he was having a conversation with seemingly nothing.
He took a deep breath, having learned that when ghosts had something to say, it was wise to listen. Unless they were just fucking crazy, but that was different.
"If you can get her to be civil, I will let her up and not kill her...yet. But you need to promise me her cooperation."
He felt Melora's presence behind him and had to hide a knowing smile from his lips. She was as irritating as ever, it seemed. Even half-dead.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 4, 2010 3:00:55 GMT -8
Anshel's movements were accompanied by staccato cries. Hot tears pricked his eyes and were soon streaming down his face as he fed each inch of bowel back into the gaping cavity of his abdomen. It had all been torn clean from the connective tissues, but he had little mind to ponder the mechanics of his evisceration. Trembling hands and fingers urgently fished around his body for the slippery pieces of his insides.
He felt fiery prickling from the inside out as organs began to attach, but the wound itself refused to close without all his parts inside. Anshel turned his head and found the elusive scrap beyond the reach of his pawing hand. "Close, close, close", he begged his body, willing to live without a spleen if only the torture would stop. The moisture on his face and hands had grown cool and he scanned the foreground for respite.
Melora. He rasped her name.
"Help!"
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 4, 2010 3:10:40 GMT -8
Thomas’ face was determined, trying for calm. ”Because she didn’t intend for it to happen. I saw it, she froze thinking about-” He cut himself off, looking pained. Running a hand over the partially translucent “flesh” of his face, he finished the sentence. “Me, and what I did to protect her.”
He closed his eyes, listening to the young, living Vampire before him. Slowly, giving a nod, his form began to dissipate. “I can promise that.” The mist that had appeared once-solid faded, then blurred, momentarily blurring Rima from even Melora’s view.
The glazed look left her eyes, the coloring also having changed to a living version of the Ghost’s gaze in the possession. “She’s subdued.” Rima’s voice said calmly, though controlled by another. Her body lay limp in Azura’s steely grip. At this close angle, something else came to light. The pale line that ran over her throat, like a small gossamer ribbon; the mark which stated where she had been drained to become a Vampire.
Hey, get out of my head! She hissed at her brother.
I don’t think so! That brute nearly flayed you alive. He snarled back.
He shoved her conciousness, trying to silence it for a bit.
What did I do? She mewed.
Nearly killed your Hunter friend. A gasp answered that statement.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 4, 2010 3:11:31 GMT -8
Not stopping to think, knowing that thinking would only cause her to hesitate, she pulled her feet from her place beside Azura, moving towards Anshel with all of the quickness that her body would allow. Unable to bend over and stretch to reach what he was grasping for because it would pull her stitches out, she fell to her knees on the bloody pavement in front of him, only serving to ruin her clothing further. Tossing her gun to the side, something she'd never have done in any other situation, she picked up the organ he was reaching for and placed it in his outstretched hand. The gun hadn't slid out of reach, so she pulled it up into her hand again, ready in case Rima were to either make a run for it or attack again. For now, she watched Anshel, breath tucked away in her lungs and waiting until he had finished to escape. The blood from the ground soaked through her dark jeans, chilling her knees.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 4, 2010 3:17:07 GMT -8
Seeing the change, Azura pushed himself up from the ground and spun to face Anshel. He was placing the last of the organs into his body, the expression on his face making the vampire wince. He never wanted to see the judge like that again.
Walking over calmly, he helped Melora to her feet, and for the thousandth time since he could remember, braced her against his body.
Blood rippled in a pool at his feet as he searched the Judge's face with worried and questioning eyes.
"Do you...need anything?" The question seemed stupid and awkward, but for the moment, it was all he could think to ask.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 4, 2010 3:25:24 GMT -8
Anshel's fingers curled around the slippery organ.
"In, in, in, in, in-" he demanded of the flesh as he tucked it back inside himself. With his spleen nestled safely above his bowels, the lacerations began to seal. His fists pounded the ground and his body bowed, abdomen contracted as wave after wave of agony washed over and through him, the tension slowly releasing through his screams.
It could have been days that he lay there, Anshel wouldn't have known. He set a hand on his gut to find everything intact. He lay there a moment to catch his breath with nothing left of the brutality but blood, rags, memories, and soul-deep exhaustion.
"Do you need anything?"
He opened his eyes to find Azura looking back, Melora in his arms. He thanked them for being so near and quick to action.
"I need clothes and a wash," Anshel stated stoically, too drained to be emotional. He spotted a few men heading towards them from the facility, an audience he didn't realize they had stood mobbed together at the entrance, hands pressed to their mouths in horror and disbelief. "Get in the car. We need to leave," he said, attempting to stand himself up on a sidewalk that was slicked with his blood.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 4, 2010 23:03:40 GMT -8
Let me up. Rima growled at her brother’s consciousness.
Thomas was extremely hesitant, but used her body to slowly stand.
“If you say we need to go,” Rima’s stance was more masculine, an effect from being under her Brother’s control. “Then at least allow for me to help you get into the car.” Her head inclined to Anshel, throwing strands of hair in her face. Brushing them away, Thomas caught the dried crimson along Rima’s hand, and more specifically, her claws.
The ice was slick under this body, and it was near impossible to stand, and even more so to sling his older sister’s bulky bag over the shoulder, which was smaller then he had been used to. Taking a slow, meticulously balanced step in Anshel’s direction, he knelt down, strange stormy grey eyes focusing on the human that should’ve been dead. Mind-boggling, absolutely, one hundred percent mind-boggling.
He offered his sister’s non-bloodied hand for Anshel to stand. “Allow me.”
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Post by Doctor on Jul 5, 2010 0:19:02 GMT -8
Still on his ass, Anshel's feet kept slipping out from under him as they attempted to find purchase on the bright red slush coating the walkway. Finding none, he began to roll over onto his knees, the icy water stinging through what was left of his clothes.
Someone was kind enough to offer assistance, but when he looked up to thank them, he choked on his heart.
Ms. Donavon wasn't dead.
The reality threw the judge with a hurricane's force into panic and near paralyzing fear. How had she survived Azura? The question was gone not a second after he thought it, because now the bitch was attempting to strike at him again with the hand not soiled in carnage. Self-preservation ruled him now, the prospect of being butchered a second time horrifying him to the soles of his boots.
The back of his forearm swung at her reach, smacking the threatening claw away. Anshel's feet were under him now and he stood with speed enough that he almost tripped over. His left hand stayed flat on his belly in a futile attempt at protection while the right fisted and swung out, connecting with the vampire's face with a CRUNCH that reverberated against all the walls. The man stumbled back until his two companions were again in sight. Why the Hell were they just standing there?!
"The fuck?!" He screamed at them, confused by their inaction. Red spittle flew as he enunciated his consonants, especially on the "f". Blood had been spurting from his mouth post-disembowelment and he could feel lines of caked blood trailing down from the corners of his lips.
"Bitches, kill her!" He barked the order to Azura and Melora, his tone making it clear he didn't understand why he had to give it in the first place.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 5, 2010 0:37:10 GMT -8
Melora didn't need to be told twice.She hadn't heard the conversation that had taken place between Azura and Rima, and hadn't even the foggiest idea that Azura hadn't already killed her, having been too taken in by the horror of Anshel's wounds. Placing her useless hand on Azura's chest to steady herself, she whipped around, extending her gun at directly at Rima. She fired the first shot, which went whizzing directly past her head. If Azura didn't act immediately, Rima would be dead with the next shot.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 5, 2010 1:19:01 GMT -8
Azura steadied Melora, making no move to save Rima. If she, or her possessor wanted to live, they would have to plead their case. He hadn't heard enough to decide if they were truly harmless or not, and he'd prefer not to make any unnecessary assumptions.
Instead, He knelt next to Anshel, grabbing his face between the two of his large palms and made the hysterical Judge look him directly in the eyes.
"Anshel, calm." At first he was harsh, but his voice softened, much as it did with Melora earlier with his next attempt to talk down his friend. "She's...not lethal at the moment. Calm down, please."
When the fuck did he learn manners? Was his father rubbing off on him already? The questions churned around in his head at the behaviors that hadn't shown themselves since his brother's disappearance. It was strange.
Deciding the Judge wasn't going to do too much in his current condition, he pushed off his knees. He stood, grabbing Melora by the waist and clasping his trigger hand over hers, not wanting to give her aim at the possessed vampiress.
"I thought I gave you a fair chance," he called out, cocking the gun and bringing it level to Rima's head though they were several paces back. He still had a hold of Melora, iron grip keeping her from shooting properly. "Why are you still here?"
His eyes were narrowed, voice clipped and business-like. He wasn't fucking around, tired of the smell of blood and desperately wanting to sate the niggling hunger that had started to grow inside of him at the sight of it all.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 5, 2010 1:31:35 GMT -8
Rima’s body slammed back, bloodied hand flying to her face, feeling the cheek that was already swelling, turning black and blue. The malar bone had been badly broken. It would heal quickly at the Vampire rate, but whimpers and sounds of pain kept running from the body’s mouth, unable to be controlled by either spirit within.
You fucking, shit fuck! Rima screamed mentally.
Thomas remained silent.
WHY THE HELL DID YOU POSSESS ME TO DO THAT!?
I was trying to help. The younger, twin’s spirit whimpered pathetically .
BY GETTING MY FACE SMASHED IN? BRILLIANT! Rima seared.
The next thing that the joined spirits recognized was a bullet whizzing past the body’s head. The Gallian was trying to soothe the Hunter and the Huntress, but why? What had either spirit done to make him behave civil? Thomas could detect a slight resentment in his sister for this young Vampire, though, which kept him thoroughly puzzled.
The stormy grey eyes flicked between the three. No, never had he ever been a tactician, and now, that was leaving his mind close to panicking.
“Because.” He spoke through his sister’s lips. “Her actions were my fault in the first place, and she’s regretting them now.” He tried to move from her mind, to give the body back to her possession, but to no avail. Thomas couldn’t, not yet. “And I’m stuck in here for now. My spirit can only put hold on a possession so far.” The best he was able to manage was bringing a forearm up that would hopefully block the path of a bullet if it went for the head.
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