The boy's face lights up with obvious delight as the other man accepts his idea. The server takes one look at the bright smile and rolls his eyes before walking off to get Amano his usual without being asked for it. 'I can't believe it! He actually accepted the idea, this is great! He even almost looks a bit pleased I think' His smile only grows wider at the prospect of travel. He's always wanted to see more of the world, and this seems to be his chance. 'Find something no one else has. That sounds hard, but it also sounds like a lot of fun. I know that's prolly not on his mind for this at the moment, but I hope we can have fun together. It's almost like I have a friend. . .' His thoughts trail off and he gets a thoughtful look on his face as he goes over funding options.
His father has always provided his children with an allowance once a month, and Amano's wish to travel extended to saving a little bit from each one so that he may be able to afford it if and when he decides to leave. 'I get my allowance in two days, and if I add all of it tot he travel fund we should have more and enough to get started. I guess I could take some stuff with to sell as we travel. I have some small expensive items I have received as gifts over the years and some are local specialties, so they would fetch higher prices in other towns. . . .' His smile returns and he looks up at his new companion. He flushes ever so slightly as he recalls thinking of him as a friend but shakes it off quickly.
'To him I am a job, and friendship should go both ways. I know it's naïve, but. . .' With a cough he nods. “Yes, I have enough for some traveling, and some items that will fetch a decent amount of cash in other towns. They are small so I can carry them easily.” He looks down at his arms as the server comes back and drops off a rather fragrant spiced tea. When he leaves Amano scoops up the cup and takes a long sip before setting it down on the saucer again. “Something nobody else has, huh? I wonder where we should start looking. . .” He ducks his head a bit and gives Illiendi a sheepish look. “But I suppose that's where you come in. I can't start looking without some idea what to look for, and you're the one with more experience here, heh. . .”
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Rei follows the young man quietly out of his room and down the hall. As they pass those who appear to be servants of the house,Rei keeps his gaze clear and disinterested. 'Many servants are underestimated when it comes to their powers of observation' He cocks his head a bit at the offer to show him around first, but wonders what the prince means by “Tonight”. 'Is it not already tonight? The sun is down, it is dark out, so it is indeed night. Perhaps he means the early morning hours where most are asleep. That was the plan for the restricted sections, but if he wishes to accompany me until them, I have no real objections'
Stepping into his now abode he gives it a cursory look, his gaze lingering on the partially stocked bookshelf. 'There should be room for mine' With a faint nod he walks towards the bed and sets his bag down beside the clothing. “It is at least twice the size of my house. I am sure it will be fine. Thank you for the bookshelf.” As he finishes he pulls out the few books he grabbed and moves over to place them on an empty shelf. “About what you said before. If you wish to accompany me before this night grows into morning, I would have no objection. When most of the house is asleep though I would prefer to travel alone.” Moving back to the bed he looks over the clothes, tilting his head this way and that before nodding. “They look to offer sufficient movement.”
Reaching up he pulls on the flexible material of his outfit at the neck and like peeling off a tight sock, he pulls the entire thing off in one go and leaves it in a pile next to his feet. Testing each item with his fingers first he pulls the outfit on over his nude body until he he is faces with the last two pieces Wrinkling his nose at the boots he glances back at the prince before pulling them on slowly. “I fear your servants will be finding these left around the castle and ground quite often. I will wear them to avoid suspicion, but I will not hesitate to remove them when necessary.” Once they are on, he wiggles his toes, staring down at them for a moment before scooping up the hat and looking it over. 'Never hurts to be double cautious, however if the hat goes over the bandanna and the hat is pulled off, so too may be the bandanna, so perhaps it is safer without it. . .' He thinks about it for a moment, his body unmoving as his mind weighs the pros and cons. Finally he decides and pulls the hat on carefully over the cloth wrapped around his head and turns to the prince. Tilting his head he holds his hands out. “Do I look sufficiently human?”
Stepping into his now abode he gives it a cursory look, his gaze lingering on the partially stocked bookshelf. 'There should be room for mine' With a faint nod he walks towards the bed and sets his bag down beside the clothing. “It is at least twice the size of my house. I am sure it will be fine. Thank you for the bookshelf.” As he finishes he pulls out the few books he grabbed and moves over to place them on an empty shelf. “About what you said before. If you wish to accompany me before this night grows into morning, I would have no objection. When most of the house is asleep though I would prefer to travel alone.” Moving back to the bed he looks over the clothes, tilting his head this way and that before nodding. “They look to offer sufficient movement.”
Reaching up he pulls on the flexible material of his outfit at the neck and like peeling off a tight sock, he pulls the entire thing off in one go and leaves it in a pile next to his feet. Testing each item with his fingers first he pulls the outfit on over his nude body until he he is faces with the last two pieces Wrinkling his nose at the boots he glances back at the prince before pulling them on slowly. “I fear your servants will be finding these left around the castle and ground quite often. I will wear them to avoid suspicion, but I will not hesitate to remove them when necessary.” Once they are on, he wiggles his toes, staring down at them for a moment before scooping up the hat and looking it over. 'Never hurts to be double cautious, however if the hat goes over the bandanna and the hat is pulled off, so too may be the bandanna, so perhaps it is safer without it. . .' He thinks about it for a moment, his body unmoving as his mind weighs the pros and cons. Finally he decides and pulls the hat on carefully over the cloth wrapped around his head and turns to the prince. Tilting his head he holds his hands out. “Do I look sufficiently human?”
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As soon as the other body in the bed shifts, jostling the whole thing as it rises without warning, He is awake. 'I do not want to get up yet. Perhaps he will let me sleep in. . .' He suppresses a smirk as the cool clammy hand presses against his chest before being withdrawn swiftly. 'Don't suppose he use to touching people. Not in his condition' Kinn begins sending threads of energy about his body, making sure that the poison from before has worked it's way completely out of his system. 'As long as the magics are doing their thing, all of his new blood created after this point should be pure, and untaintable. This will take a long time, and the last withdrawal it going to be interesting. . .' Kinn groans as his hopes of a late morning are dashed by an elbow to the ribs and a voice calling for him to wake.
His eyes crack open, the light in the room wreaking havoc on his head as it seem to pierce directly into his brain. 'God, it's been forever since I've had a poison hang-over. This day will not be pleasant' After a few seconds he blinks a few times and looks to the man who summoned him. 'He looks better' He simply looks at him for a few seconds, then with fluid grace he sits up and moves into a long stretch, His arms arch up over his hid and his muscles flex beneath his skin as he pulls them tight. The movement pulls a few loud pops from rebellious joints and with a sigh he drops his arms down to his thighs. His eyes move to the window and with a glare he waves his hand. With a click the window snaps shut and the shudders follow suit, blocking out some of the sunlight now plaguing the room. Looking to the bed's other occupant he gives the man a blank look, blinking once slowly as he waits. 'I wonder which I will be this time. Will I be a lover? No, not with his illness. . .A doctor? Perhaps. I hope he doesn't try to make me a secret. That never works, and it's annoying.' Raising a questioning eyebrow he simply waits for the man to speak.
His eyes crack open, the light in the room wreaking havoc on his head as it seem to pierce directly into his brain. 'God, it's been forever since I've had a poison hang-over. This day will not be pleasant' After a few seconds he blinks a few times and looks to the man who summoned him. 'He looks better' He simply looks at him for a few seconds, then with fluid grace he sits up and moves into a long stretch, His arms arch up over his hid and his muscles flex beneath his skin as he pulls them tight. The movement pulls a few loud pops from rebellious joints and with a sigh he drops his arms down to his thighs. His eyes move to the window and with a glare he waves his hand. With a click the window snaps shut and the shudders follow suit, blocking out some of the sunlight now plaguing the room. Looking to the bed's other occupant he gives the man a blank look, blinking once slowly as he waits. 'I wonder which I will be this time. Will I be a lover? No, not with his illness. . .A doctor? Perhaps. I hope he doesn't try to make me a secret. That never works, and it's annoying.' Raising a questioning eyebrow he simply waits for the man to speak.
Drawing back once he's full enough for now, Dorian watches the youngster with a faint smile. 'Much better little one. Now there should be no issue with leaving her here' Pleased at how quickly the newborn learns Dorian cuntents himself with humming a little tune until he is finished. The young girl looks to him as James pulls away. Even as he looks of confusion and a touch of fear seem to make her want to ask what just happened, a mixture of the night's events, the venom now running through her veins, and the charm still rolling off of Dorian like crashing waves, before she can utter a sound her eyelids flutter close and she goes limp in his grasp.
Lowering her on to the hay as James stands the elder smiles at the question. 'His voice is much less fevered now. With a full belly, he is sure to be thinking more clearly' Standing up he carefully brushes the hay from his clothing and looks to the open barn door. 'I suppose I could get some work done tonight. The only question is what to do with the boy. . .' His gaze shifts to the newborn looking at him questioningly. With a chuckle he steps closer to the lad and brushes the little bits of hay still clinging to his clothes. “Now Little one, I go to work.” Stepping back he holds him at arm's length. He looks the young man over to make sure there is no sign of blood or other telling stains and with a smile and nod he murmurs, “Clean as a schoolboy on inspection day. Very good.”
Reaching up he brushes his fingers through James's hair. “The reason I followed your hunting tonight is because we are drawn to what reminds us of home.” Gesturing to the girl behind him, then off towards the town beyond he continues. “Those two either smelled like people you once knew, or are from the same part of the world you are. They may even have arrived on the same ship as you.” Dorian nods with a final pat to the boy's head before stepping towards the open door. “In short, it was my way of getting my first real clue after the bonding. I now have a point to start asking questions. There are still plenty of people in the bars and the like, trying to drink away their fear of the monster hunting them like animals.” Looking over his shoulder he gives James a wink.
Turning his eyes back to the night beyond the wooden doors he goes on. “I will begin my inquiries in those places tonight. A drunk man is easy to get information from, and he is much less likely to remember being asked the questions. There is only one issue at the moment though.” Turning on his heel he looks to the newborn. The light from the lanterns casts flickering light across his pale face as he surveys James with a look of concentration. “What to do with you. Should I take you with, someone may recognize you, which could be good or bad depending on what questions they ask of you. However, should I leave you in the hotel and go alone, I am not yet sure I can trust that your instincts will not lead you out alone into the night. This too risks someone recognizing you, but without me around to act as a buffer. . .” He hums lightly, weighing his options carefully.
Lowering her on to the hay as James stands the elder smiles at the question. 'His voice is much less fevered now. With a full belly, he is sure to be thinking more clearly' Standing up he carefully brushes the hay from his clothing and looks to the open barn door. 'I suppose I could get some work done tonight. The only question is what to do with the boy. . .' His gaze shifts to the newborn looking at him questioningly. With a chuckle he steps closer to the lad and brushes the little bits of hay still clinging to his clothes. “Now Little one, I go to work.” Stepping back he holds him at arm's length. He looks the young man over to make sure there is no sign of blood or other telling stains and with a smile and nod he murmurs, “Clean as a schoolboy on inspection day. Very good.”
Reaching up he brushes his fingers through James's hair. “The reason I followed your hunting tonight is because we are drawn to what reminds us of home.” Gesturing to the girl behind him, then off towards the town beyond he continues. “Those two either smelled like people you once knew, or are from the same part of the world you are. They may even have arrived on the same ship as you.” Dorian nods with a final pat to the boy's head before stepping towards the open door. “In short, it was my way of getting my first real clue after the bonding. I now have a point to start asking questions. There are still plenty of people in the bars and the like, trying to drink away their fear of the monster hunting them like animals.” Looking over his shoulder he gives James a wink.
Turning his eyes back to the night beyond the wooden doors he goes on. “I will begin my inquiries in those places tonight. A drunk man is easy to get information from, and he is much less likely to remember being asked the questions. There is only one issue at the moment though.” Turning on his heel he looks to the newborn. The light from the lanterns casts flickering light across his pale face as he surveys James with a look of concentration. “What to do with you. Should I take you with, someone may recognize you, which could be good or bad depending on what questions they ask of you. However, should I leave you in the hotel and go alone, I am not yet sure I can trust that your instincts will not lead you out alone into the night. This too risks someone recognizing you, but without me around to act as a buffer. . .” He hums lightly, weighing his options carefully.
The sleek silver and black body bunches and coils as Yu paces back and forth. His sharp eyesight caches each movement, every twitch, even the slightest shift as the events unfold before him. In the shadows beneath an overhang he goes unnoticed in the darkness. He is a good twenty feet away from the goings-on between the humans, but he catches every word as the young man tries to talk his way out of a confrontation. 'Smart. It is best not to fight when a fight is not needed' The wind drifts past again but this time along with it's warning he catches the scent of the humans. 'That rancid odor. They all have it, save for the little one. He smells better, more open, closer to the earth' His head perks up, ears forward as his body stiffens. 'They will let him go? I did not sense such honor in them. . .' The only part of him that moves as the boy reaches for his little device is the very tip of his tail.
It twitches slowly back and forth as he concentrates on the scene. He's never been wrong before, but there's always a fir- 'Shameless be-fouler!' His fur, already stiff from the tension, flares out. His tail becomes a large poof as it stands up rigid behind him, the injustice if the situation drawing a fierce snarl from his chest. The sound goes unnoticed by the humans as a loud car rumbles past one street over. 'Vile, putrid things!' His anger boils, so long unused but still as fierce as the day it was born. As the cruel humans pile atop the already battered boy Yu leaps down from his lookout spot and stalks rigidly towards them. His lips are pulled back in a furious snarl, and his movements are more like that of an angry dog than a ticked off cat.
Using his size to it's full advantage he draws in a deep breath and practically roars at the youngsters. The sound catches their attention and as all eyes turn to him the looks behind them anger him even further. 'Nothing has meaning for these children. Everything is beneath them, and not worth considering' The one standing with it's foot over the boy's face laughs openly.
“What's this? A little holo protector kitty?” He looks down at the young man beneath his shoe. “Do you really think something like that's going to save you?”
Yu can't take it any more. In an instant he charges, launching himself towards the center of his anger. He has just long enough to look up before the image before his eyes shift and instead of a feline in mid pounce, a man is flying directly at him. The youkai's claws extend and sink deep into the shocked boy's shoulders and as he falls backwards with Yu atop him, Yu's tail lashes out. It coils around the throat of the one sitting astride the tormented child and as he lands his gives the appendage a sharp jerk. The kid goes flying, freeing the young man to do as he will now that all attention is on the nude man with feline body parts. His claws sink further into the bully's flesh drawing a long scream from him. Speaking above the howl of pain Yu hisses, “You do not deserve the breath The Creator has given you.” Sanding he turns to the others. His arms hang at his sides, the muscles still tense as the blood drips from hooked claws. The owner of that blood dissolves into fearful mumblings as he tries to scoot away from Yu, and the group looks tense and ready to scatter at any second.
It twitches slowly back and forth as he concentrates on the scene. He's never been wrong before, but there's always a fir- 'Shameless be-fouler!' His fur, already stiff from the tension, flares out. His tail becomes a large poof as it stands up rigid behind him, the injustice if the situation drawing a fierce snarl from his chest. The sound goes unnoticed by the humans as a loud car rumbles past one street over. 'Vile, putrid things!' His anger boils, so long unused but still as fierce as the day it was born. As the cruel humans pile atop the already battered boy Yu leaps down from his lookout spot and stalks rigidly towards them. His lips are pulled back in a furious snarl, and his movements are more like that of an angry dog than a ticked off cat.
Using his size to it's full advantage he draws in a deep breath and practically roars at the youngsters. The sound catches their attention and as all eyes turn to him the looks behind them anger him even further. 'Nothing has meaning for these children. Everything is beneath them, and not worth considering' The one standing with it's foot over the boy's face laughs openly.
“What's this? A little holo protector kitty?” He looks down at the young man beneath his shoe. “Do you really think something like that's going to save you?”
Yu can't take it any more. In an instant he charges, launching himself towards the center of his anger. He has just long enough to look up before the image before his eyes shift and instead of a feline in mid pounce, a man is flying directly at him. The youkai's claws extend and sink deep into the shocked boy's shoulders and as he falls backwards with Yu atop him, Yu's tail lashes out. It coils around the throat of the one sitting astride the tormented child and as he lands his gives the appendage a sharp jerk. The kid goes flying, freeing the young man to do as he will now that all attention is on the nude man with feline body parts. His claws sink further into the bully's flesh drawing a long scream from him. Speaking above the howl of pain Yu hisses, “You do not deserve the breath The Creator has given you.” Sanding he turns to the others. His arms hang at his sides, the muscles still tense as the blood drips from hooked claws. The owner of that blood dissolves into fearful mumblings as he tries to scoot away from Yu, and the group looks tense and ready to scatter at any second.
Danke. :P
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Seishu cocks his head, curious about hoe distant the other guardian seems to be. 'He could be a million miles away with a gaze like that' When at last he seems to come back to reality the Nightmare Guardian smiles at the fact that Enasi didn't really seem to respond to his earlier teasing. He watches the other closely as he sits down in his favorite chair in the relatively well furnished room. He meets Enasi's gaze when he looks over in his direction and with a sigh Seishu settles against his pillow more firmly. 'I'm curious as to what he wants to tell the Little Bite. I mean, I held my tongue about it before, but if he is willing to share it all. . . I wonder what it was like for him. . . .' He listens quietly, watching his mood as he speaks.
Like a snake bite a pain lashes across Seishu's heart when Rue adds “especially for you” and yet again a deep resentment for his counterpart makes itself known deep inside him. 'Ah yes, because his like is nothing but smiles and joy, and all those other pleasant things, and it's just a give-in that my life is that much worse' A low growl deep within goes seemingly unnoticed beneath Rue's rambling and by the time his prattling is put to an end Enasi manages to stifle it. He even manages to pull back his energy when the little minion decides to snuggle up to him for story time. 'Must send for Doc after this. I can feel the pain killers slipping. I should be fine for now though. . .'
Seishu can't help but smile back at the almost blissful expression on Enasi's face when he begins talking about the dream thing. When his counterpart stops talking Seishu begins without missing a beat. Rue's head swivels around to listen better. “Beyond darkness, there simply is nothing. Then there was a feeling, a pull.” He hols his hand up and runs a finger across the Yin on his hand. Rue gazes at I with innocent wonder. “I followed the pull, and then came sound. I heard it, my own breathing, my own footsteps. Then I saw it. . .” He turns to look at Enasi with a half smile. “A little Sparkler sitting all alone in the dark, claiming that the sight of me somehow means he must be losing his mind.” He lets his gaze drop. “I didn't mind though, it was nice to hear anything at that point. . . .Though I'm sure if it was anywhere but there I would have gotten pissed, or at least had a comeback better than what I said.” Rolling his eyes he looks back to Enasi and motions that it's his turn in the narrative. Rue follows the gesture and stares at his lord happily.
Like a snake bite a pain lashes across Seishu's heart when Rue adds “especially for you” and yet again a deep resentment for his counterpart makes itself known deep inside him. 'Ah yes, because his like is nothing but smiles and joy, and all those other pleasant things, and it's just a give-in that my life is that much worse' A low growl deep within goes seemingly unnoticed beneath Rue's rambling and by the time his prattling is put to an end Enasi manages to stifle it. He even manages to pull back his energy when the little minion decides to snuggle up to him for story time. 'Must send for Doc after this. I can feel the pain killers slipping. I should be fine for now though. . .'
Seishu can't help but smile back at the almost blissful expression on Enasi's face when he begins talking about the dream thing. When his counterpart stops talking Seishu begins without missing a beat. Rue's head swivels around to listen better. “Beyond darkness, there simply is nothing. Then there was a feeling, a pull.” He hols his hand up and runs a finger across the Yin on his hand. Rue gazes at I with innocent wonder. “I followed the pull, and then came sound. I heard it, my own breathing, my own footsteps. Then I saw it. . .” He turns to look at Enasi with a half smile. “A little Sparkler sitting all alone in the dark, claiming that the sight of me somehow means he must be losing his mind.” He lets his gaze drop. “I didn't mind though, it was nice to hear anything at that point. . . .Though I'm sure if it was anywhere but there I would have gotten pissed, or at least had a comeback better than what I said.” Rolling his eyes he looks back to Enasi and motions that it's his turn in the narrative. Rue follows the gesture and stares at his lord happily.
Dr. Izea Lex walks through the halls of work, his eyes drifting from one horror to another. St. Agnus Hospital had turned from a well ordered clean facility into one's worst nightmare in the matter of hour. His stomach churns but nothing threatens to come up. He had long since given up all there was to give from it, and now even the dry heaves have subsided. He steps gingerly over the right arm and half a torso of one of the nurses who worked in his wing. He vaguely recalls her name is. . . was Mable. Against one wall brain matter and bits of skull seem to be embedded in the cracked drywall. His gray eyes shift back and forth as he moves towards the source of the carnage.
Moving down the ward he stops by the nurses station and glances inside. The clean stacks of rags and medical equipment along the right hand wall is untouched, pristine, starkly contrasting the red painting the wall and floor by the back supply closet. The door had been ripped from it's hinges and now lay in splinters across the floor. The doctor licks his lips uselessly, his tongue dry as they. His eyes water ever so slightly as he recognizes a few of the people stacked atop one another, their bodily fluids and organs coming together in a pile around the mound. The smell of blood and such coming from all corners of the hospital no longer seem to register in his nose for the most part, but this concentration of stench hits him hard.
Stumbling backwards he catches himself before falling face first into a mess of redness splattered across the floor of the hallway. There are no longer any scream ringing in his ears. No longer the sound of bodies breaking, of people dieing pounding into his mind. The red emergency lights flash silently, feeding into the quiet that seems to invade his senses. He at last come to a room, it's door clean and the area around it untouched by the claw marks that had littered the walls and floor in almost every corner of the hospital. A lone tear falls as he reaches for the handle, pushing the door open on well oiled hinges.
Bloody footprints and streak marks are the only signs that anything is off in this sterile room. His eyes trail the blood up to the hospital bed where the cause of all the carnage lay. Now looking completely human the creature seems to be sleeping soundly. At 27 years of age, young Sasha Minxs lay curled up like a cat laying before a warm fireplace after a long day of frolicking. His clothes had been entirely shredded in the massacre and not even a shred remained. The tear falling from the doctors eye falls to the floor as he look over at his life long friend.
He and Sasha had spent their entire childhoods together, even sharing their birthdays of October 13th, they were close as could be. As he steps into the room the doctor walks as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake the sleeping man. Stopping by his bedside he watches as the blood coating much of Sasha's body soaks into the white sheets. A light breeze through the window ruffles the sleeping mans shortish tousled brown hair, causing him to shift in his sleep. Izea holds his breath, praying Sasha wouldn't wake. When he settles back down with a sigh the doc lets out his breath slowly.
Sasha had spent the last 5 years of his life in this hospital. The two of them had been chem and bio majors in collage, and after graduating went to work for Izea's uncle in a testing facility. Having skipped a few grades, they graduated young, and were by far the youngest guys working at the facility. This earned them a little flak at first, but eventually they became quite respected by the other scientists. Their work war revolutionary. However, after an accident with one of the specimens they had been working on, Sasha had to be admitted to the hospital. At first it had seemed he could return to work in a few weeks, but instead of getting better, things got. . .Strange.
Wracked with guilt over what happened, blaming the whole ordeal on himself, Izea had quit his job at the testing center and instead got a job in the lab at the hospital Sasha would spend the next 5 years in. While Sasha did not blame Izea, that didn't stop Izea from devoting most of his time trying to find a cure for his friend. Before today his fits of rage and transformations had been small, short, and contained. Sasha had been a kind and mild mannered guy before the accident, and remained so most of the time afterward save when the experimental DNA took over. Izea racked up a small collection of scars from various outbursts from his dear friend.
But that evening, that hour, everything had changed. Izea watches as before his very eyes Sasha became, a monster. The change was smooth, almost graceful, but the sounds of bones shifting and organs rearranging was sickening. Sasha had busted out of his room, ignoring Izea completely as he sat frozen in horror at the end of Sasha's bed. They had been talking about how to celebrate their birthday that evening, and laughing over the fact that Sasha's mother still sent him gifts. It took until the first scream for Izea even to stand. The chilling sound had dropped his stomach to his shoes. He'd rushed away from the screams, to his office where he kept a strong tranquilizer that had worked before when he'd gotten particularly violent.
Izea pulls the syringe from his pocket, the plunger pushed to the hilt, the tube empty. “But it didn't work.” He whispers, his voice dry and wispy. Another tear falls, this time splashing down on the blood soaked sheets. “You killed so fast. . . . .” As fast as Izea ran, he couldn't seem to catch up to his friend to stop him. Bullets had no effect, passing through his body like he was made of jello, the wound healing up an instant later. When at last he caught up to Sasha and had injected him, everyone was dead. Sasha had stumbled off towards his room while Izea was finally hit hard by all the carnage around him.
Letting out a small sob Izea pulls another syringe from his pocket, this one full of a slightly luminescent liquid. This, this would kill his friend, but could he do it? Would Sasha even let him? He knew that even in his sleep, Sasha would sense the danger, and could stop him without thinking. What should he do? Was there ever any chance he could save his friend?
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You look down at the building bellow, your sight passing through the roof and walls. The bodies and blood below sends a shock through your system. Your astral body hangs suspended above it all, but some part of you knows. Quickly you search for him, your friend, Izea. ~Please, let him be safe~ Your eyes are drawn to your room. There he is, safe and sound. But, what's this? He's. . . .He's crying. And ~Oh god. . . . .~ you, you're, covered in. . . . .It all clicks into place and you feel a rush of guilt. Not for the fact that you just slaughtered a hospital full of people, but that Izea had to see it.
Your feelings had been strange since the accident, and you almost seemed to need to feel through Izea. You still remember feelings, and when he's around everything seems normal. ~He must be so upset right now~ You ache inside for a moment before you notice the syringe. The tell-tale glow lets you know what's inside. ~He, he's going to kill me? But, but we are friends~ You manage to drift a little closer, your mind whirring. ~I guess if he thinks I should, but, I don't want to die! If, if he could just help fix me. . . . .~ Your mind continues to drift about as you debate whether or not to stop your friend. ~If I die, he can get on with his life, and I won't make him sad anymore, but if I live, maybe, I can make up for what I did. Maybe, I'll be able to be myself again~
Moving down the ward he stops by the nurses station and glances inside. The clean stacks of rags and medical equipment along the right hand wall is untouched, pristine, starkly contrasting the red painting the wall and floor by the back supply closet. The door had been ripped from it's hinges and now lay in splinters across the floor. The doctor licks his lips uselessly, his tongue dry as they. His eyes water ever so slightly as he recognizes a few of the people stacked atop one another, their bodily fluids and organs coming together in a pile around the mound. The smell of blood and such coming from all corners of the hospital no longer seem to register in his nose for the most part, but this concentration of stench hits him hard.
Stumbling backwards he catches himself before falling face first into a mess of redness splattered across the floor of the hallway. There are no longer any scream ringing in his ears. No longer the sound of bodies breaking, of people dieing pounding into his mind. The red emergency lights flash silently, feeding into the quiet that seems to invade his senses. He at last come to a room, it's door clean and the area around it untouched by the claw marks that had littered the walls and floor in almost every corner of the hospital. A lone tear falls as he reaches for the handle, pushing the door open on well oiled hinges.
Bloody footprints and streak marks are the only signs that anything is off in this sterile room. His eyes trail the blood up to the hospital bed where the cause of all the carnage lay. Now looking completely human the creature seems to be sleeping soundly. At 27 years of age, young Sasha Minxs lay curled up like a cat laying before a warm fireplace after a long day of frolicking. His clothes had been entirely shredded in the massacre and not even a shred remained. The tear falling from the doctors eye falls to the floor as he look over at his life long friend.
He and Sasha had spent their entire childhoods together, even sharing their birthdays of October 13th, they were close as could be. As he steps into the room the doctor walks as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake the sleeping man. Stopping by his bedside he watches as the blood coating much of Sasha's body soaks into the white sheets. A light breeze through the window ruffles the sleeping mans shortish tousled brown hair, causing him to shift in his sleep. Izea holds his breath, praying Sasha wouldn't wake. When he settles back down with a sigh the doc lets out his breath slowly.
Sasha had spent the last 5 years of his life in this hospital. The two of them had been chem and bio majors in collage, and after graduating went to work for Izea's uncle in a testing facility. Having skipped a few grades, they graduated young, and were by far the youngest guys working at the facility. This earned them a little flak at first, but eventually they became quite respected by the other scientists. Their work war revolutionary. However, after an accident with one of the specimens they had been working on, Sasha had to be admitted to the hospital. At first it had seemed he could return to work in a few weeks, but instead of getting better, things got. . .Strange.
Wracked with guilt over what happened, blaming the whole ordeal on himself, Izea had quit his job at the testing center and instead got a job in the lab at the hospital Sasha would spend the next 5 years in. While Sasha did not blame Izea, that didn't stop Izea from devoting most of his time trying to find a cure for his friend. Before today his fits of rage and transformations had been small, short, and contained. Sasha had been a kind and mild mannered guy before the accident, and remained so most of the time afterward save when the experimental DNA took over. Izea racked up a small collection of scars from various outbursts from his dear friend.
But that evening, that hour, everything had changed. Izea watches as before his very eyes Sasha became, a monster. The change was smooth, almost graceful, but the sounds of bones shifting and organs rearranging was sickening. Sasha had busted out of his room, ignoring Izea completely as he sat frozen in horror at the end of Sasha's bed. They had been talking about how to celebrate their birthday that evening, and laughing over the fact that Sasha's mother still sent him gifts. It took until the first scream for Izea even to stand. The chilling sound had dropped his stomach to his shoes. He'd rushed away from the screams, to his office where he kept a strong tranquilizer that had worked before when he'd gotten particularly violent.
Izea pulls the syringe from his pocket, the plunger pushed to the hilt, the tube empty. “But it didn't work.” He whispers, his voice dry and wispy. Another tear falls, this time splashing down on the blood soaked sheets. “You killed so fast. . . . .” As fast as Izea ran, he couldn't seem to catch up to his friend to stop him. Bullets had no effect, passing through his body like he was made of jello, the wound healing up an instant later. When at last he caught up to Sasha and had injected him, everyone was dead. Sasha had stumbled off towards his room while Izea was finally hit hard by all the carnage around him.
Letting out a small sob Izea pulls another syringe from his pocket, this one full of a slightly luminescent liquid. This, this would kill his friend, but could he do it? Would Sasha even let him? He knew that even in his sleep, Sasha would sense the danger, and could stop him without thinking. What should he do? Was there ever any chance he could save his friend?
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You look down at the building bellow, your sight passing through the roof and walls. The bodies and blood below sends a shock through your system. Your astral body hangs suspended above it all, but some part of you knows. Quickly you search for him, your friend, Izea. ~Please, let him be safe~ Your eyes are drawn to your room. There he is, safe and sound. But, what's this? He's. . . .He's crying. And ~Oh god. . . . .~ you, you're, covered in. . . . .It all clicks into place and you feel a rush of guilt. Not for the fact that you just slaughtered a hospital full of people, but that Izea had to see it.
Your feelings had been strange since the accident, and you almost seemed to need to feel through Izea. You still remember feelings, and when he's around everything seems normal. ~He must be so upset right now~ You ache inside for a moment before you notice the syringe. The tell-tale glow lets you know what's inside. ~He, he's going to kill me? But, but we are friends~ You manage to drift a little closer, your mind whirring. ~I guess if he thinks I should, but, I don't want to die! If, if he could just help fix me. . . . .~ Your mind continues to drift about as you debate whether or not to stop your friend. ~If I die, he can get on with his life, and I won't make him sad anymore, but if I live, maybe, I can make up for what I did. Maybe, I'll be able to be myself again~
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