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Post by Da Pwny on May 1, 2008 4:40:48 GMT -5
Valera would have made a smart-ass comment had she not been in such excruciating pain. Hell yes she needed attention, but if something was killing off her men, she needed to get rid of it pronto. Except she was crippled and now dragging along a woman who'd been asleep for god only knows how long and had just woken up with legs of jelly. And now, the man who was shooting at her not ten minutes ago and tried to bury her alive was talking about trusting him. Like she had much of a choice. This wasn't going to be easy at all...
Giving a simple nod, she stopped struggling to her feet and sat back for a moment. Valera was exhausted, still in a semi-shocked state from having a building fall in around her; she wasn't in any condition to fight, but that hadn't stopped her before. The lady had quieted her shivering, the suit designed to reuse body heat with top-grade insulation. Still, a good bath would do them both plenty of good...
Using the altar nearby, Valera got to her feet, using the gun as a crutch again. She looked down at the lady, who was curled up on her side seemingly sleeping, still shivering slightly. "How we going to get her out of here?" she inquired, hoping the man had some sort of plan because she was out of ideas; her radio was somewhere back in the wreckage, most likely trashed, and she didn't know if the other two had gotten a call in from their own...
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Post by knightc3 on May 1, 2008 5:05:24 GMT -5
Once he had gotten the nod, he worked quickly. The gunfire was dying down outside which right now was a very bad sign. There was no way there were going out through the door. He turned to look at the hole in the back wall, then back at the shivering woman. He went towards and picked her up in his hands. She was very light so fairly easy to carry. He went towards the hole, then looked back at the valkrys. "You go through first. Get her through quickly when I hand her to you. I will follow, got it?" He looked back towards the door then back, "Get going, come on..."
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Post by Da Pwny on May 1, 2008 21:31:54 GMT -5
Limping over to the opening, she peered out, looking both ways to make sure the coast was clear for now. Once she was assured of that, Valera hobbled out, watching her footing just in case there was a misplaced rock that could trip her up, then turned around to take the girl. Why exactly she was holding onto her at this point was beyond her, but she wasn't in the best position to argue; if he had shelter nearby, then they'd best get to it before things got too ugly around here.
Shifting her weight onto the one good foot she had, Valera held the girl as best she could while the man made his way through. It took everything she had to keep from putting her bad leg down, but she didn't and waited on him. Looking back, she too realized that the shooting had stopped, a bad sign for sure...
Knarve held the dripping corpse of the former soldier in her left hand, annoyed by how fragile these Hume really were. She expected more than two trigger-happy gun nuts to fight against, and had been severely disappointed with how quickly the fight had ended. Her right hand rested upon the hilt of a rather large (and bloodied) two-handed blade slung on her back, fingers twitching irritably. "Dammit! Where's their precious little leader, hmm?" her high-pitched voice whined, obviously annoyed at having such an easy time.
An ear twitched in the direction of the old chapel; she'd heard an explosion come from there earlier, but now what was this? Some sort of unknown power seeping from that area? Surely this hadn't been there before... dropping what remained of the guard, she looked around to find her 'escorts' gone. Knarve shrugged it off; they'd been useless anyhow, running at the first sight of danger back to the base. She'd slaughter them later, because the source of her interest was on the move...
*LOL I know XD completely spaced it yesterday after I got home >.<*
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Post by knightc3 on May 2, 2008 8:28:44 GMT -5
Just as he made it through the hole after he passed the woman through the hole to the Valkrys, he heard someone speak behind him. Another woman.
He got through and picked the woman up in his hands again, "You just worry about yourself, I will carry her. Now follow, quickly...", he said and took off at a pace so she would be able to follow easily, constantly looking back and stopping to make sure she stayed with them. He looked down at the woman in his arms and spoke, "Hold on, we are almost there..." He led them through a maze of alleys, roads and criss-crossing mostly to confuse in case there were any followers. He reached a broken down house and looked back at the Valkrys who had surprisingly kept up. He felt she must have had to endure a lot of pain in her leg during this escape.
He smiled at her and nodded, "This way, we are here...". He didn't enter the front of the house which looked abandoned. He went around it to the back and and freed one hand form under the woman put it through a hidden hole to the side of the steel door leading down into the basement of the house. He felt around the wires he felt around his hands and disconnected one. He opened the door easily after that as if it had been unlocked and waited for the Valkrys to enter first.
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Post by Da Pwny on May 3, 2008 4:46:54 GMT -5
The pain was lessening with every step as her body grew accustomed to it, but she knew that, as soon as it was straightened, the pain would return. Valera just hoped that there was some kind of morphine or something to take part of the pain away or a branch to break her teeth on instead of someone's finger. Still, she managed to get over to the hole before anything bad could happen, or at least anything worse than what had already been done, and hobbled through the hole before things could get much worse than they'd already been that day.
As she passed, a whisper reached her ears, one that only she heard. For a moment, she stopped, looking to the mysterious woman in the man's arms, but she was surely as asleep as a babe, snoring quietly in fitless bliss. Turning back, she decided that her mind was beginning to mess with her, and that a hot bath and fixing her leg would both go a long ways towards fixing it. Still, the voice seemed familiar in the most distant sense, and Valera couldn't shake the notion that she knew that voice... she knew it, but couldn't, for the life of her, place it...
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Post by knightc3 on May 3, 2008 5:05:08 GMT -5
He entered after her quickly, shutting the door shut quickly behind him with a leg. Something clicked in place and he breathed a sigh of relief. He moved quickly to move towards the only bed in his 'two-room' home and put her down as gently as he could and covered her with blankets folded neatly on the side. He checked her pulse and found it just shy of a normal rhythm.
He turned to face the Valkrys and looked at her. "Ok, so we have established we are not going to kill each just yet. I had no intention to in the first place, just so you know. First things first, can you get her out of the clothes and I will see about the bath. I will help you with your leg once she is in the water. Name's Jack Slater. Would be nice to have yours...", he said and opened the door to the bathroom with a working bathtub. He went in and ran the water putting it to full hot.
The basement was split into sections, kitchen to one side, bed in one corner. The hatch above with the ladder leading to it in the middle seem to work as a divider between the rest of the house and his 'work' area. He didn't think it would have been wise to tell her that his bed was in fact just boxes of explosives covered with a mat.
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Post by Da Pwny on May 3, 2008 15:13:33 GMT -5
"Valera" she stated through a strained voice as she sat down, her leg now b****ing at every opportunity as she did so. Tired, chilled to the bone, and pissed off like never before, she found her new surroundings oddly appropriate, considering her host. Trying her best not to scream, she began straightening her leg little by little; Valkrys' healed much quicker than the average Hume, and already she could feel the onset of that healing taking place as her leg was harder to move than it should have been...
"You wouldn't happen to... have some morphine or something to kick this pain for a... bit would you?" she asked through clenched teeth, cracking one of them just to keep herself quiet. In fact, the new pain in her tooth was welcome compared to what she was going through, and distracted her for a minute or so before the pain in her leg came back around. Valera considered cracking another tooth or rupturing that one further, but then decided against it when her stomach reminded her that she'd been without food for the last day and a half. Which was fine except for the fact that she was hungry, and now she could smell food, which only made things worse. Still, Valera sat in agony for a while whence she undressed the lady, checking for any wounds or bruises that might have appeared from the bump-around she had getting over here...
The woman was attractive for sure, even to her eyes; a creamy-white skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the basement house, as did her platinum-blond hair that was almost paler in color than she was. But it was the markings that were now just showing up that facinated Valera the most... of course, she would wait before bombarding the lady with questions, hoping to the gods that she could understand a lick of Standard and not look at her dumbfounded like some lost puppy who'd strayed too far from her brothers and sisters. The woman stirred slightly, shifting uncomfortably as the warm layers were stripped from her, but Valera put a blanket over her, trying her best to comfort the woman even though she herself was in an assload of pain...
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Post by knightc3 on May 3, 2008 15:36:54 GMT -5
He looked back as she gave him her name. She seemed to be trying to restraint a lot of pain and it showed clearly on her face. He figured the leg was hurting worse, now that it would have started healing even as she was walking through the alleys to get here. That was a disadvantage of too much healing too quickly, if it got screwed up, you literally would have had to undo the hurt yourself again and let it heal properly.
He walked to his desk and opened a drawer. There were two packs of morphine supplies he had picked up from dead bodies of some soldiers a while back. He picked it up in his hand, putting his guns down on the area of the table that was not occupied by some piece of a bomb. He walked over the fridge in his kitchen area and opened a rickety looking fridge. At least it worked and that was enough for him. He pulled out a club sandwich, then looked back at Valera and picked up another one.
He walked over to the two woman now with the morphine and the two sandwiches and placed them near Valera on the bed. He kept his sandwich down near the other things for Valera and readjusting the blanket to cover the pale woman, he picked her up again. He walked towards the bathtub and inserted her into the hot water, removing the blanket as he did so. If she hadn't been in such a weak state, the beautiful, naked body of the woman in the water would have triggered feelings other than that of concern, but that was not the case right now. He wrapped the blanket in a kind of a pillow and put it between her pale blond hair and the tub.
He walked out of the bathroom, reluctant to leave her like that but he needed to take a look at Valera. He kept the door open to keep an eye on her, to make sure she doesn't slip into the water and drown or something.
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Post by Da Pwny on May 3, 2008 21:19:30 GMT -5
Valera watched the scene from where she sat now, propped up against a chair she couldn't quite get into now since hindsight hadn't kicked in until a moment ago. She shifted a bit, trying to feel where her butt was again, and finding it as a needle of pain shot through it. A muffled but audible whine came from her mouth as she watched, irritated to no end that he was so worried about that d**n woman. But then again, so had she until her leg started hurting this badly...
It wasn't until he was about to come back that she noticed the bottles of morphine; they required a syringe, and she hoped he had one nearby because she wasn't going to sit here and cry herself to sleep while her leg healed wrong, nor did she want to go through all that pain again while her bones were re-broken and reset once more... Reaching over to the sandwich, she unwrapped it and was about to snarf it down when she remembered that eating before having injections was generally, to put it best, a very, very bad idea. Laying it down after taking a moment to rewrap the item, she picked up one of the bottles and abruptly began feeling light-headed and double-visioned. Things were getting bad, and fast. She just laid her head back, groaning in agony and annoyance for having been such a bloody fool and leaving her men to die as such...
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Post by knightc3 on May 3, 2008 23:13:52 GMT -5
As he saw her head go back to rest on the chair he realized she was about to pass out from the pain. The leg seem to be worse than he had guessed or was actually healing badly. He stopped thinking about the woman for a minute and moved closer to the woman sitting on the chair groaning.
As he reached for the morphine he realized he had forgotten to take out the syringe. "Hold on...", he said and hurried to the fridge again and opened it to take out one of the few spare syringes he had left. He had been using them to inject chemicals in bombs but always kept a few unopened ones around in case he ever needed to use the morphine. He quickly broke the seal of on of the bottles and filled up the syringe with a small amount. He paused, looking up at Valera, then filled it up some more.
He inserted it in the her thigh, the one with the injury. After waiting for a few minutes for the affect to take place during which time, he turned around to check up on the woman. She hadn't slipped down in the water which was good enough. He would attend to her later. He looked back, this time taking hold of the leg and examining it without fear of causing pain to her. "There's your problem. Its not clean and its trying to close up around it. Wait, I will get something to clean it up."
Without waiting for her to respond he got up and looked around the house for the first aid kit. He also got some water from the sink. He put everything on the floor next to the leg and got down on his knees. "Ok, you ready?", he asked finally looking up at her.
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Post by Da Pwny on May 4, 2008 1:34:55 GMT -5
The pain was much less as the morphine took effect, though she could still feel the grinding and such further up her leg. Apparently, something had poked her in the bung when she got buried alive because it hurt like all hell, but nowhere near as bad as her leg had. "What you waiting for, dammit!" she half-yelled, half-cried at him in a fairly raspy voice, causing the woman in the tub to stir slightly...
Her language was coarse, but she really was thankful that he was going out of his way to do something she could do on her own, though it would be a lot more difficult and she'd probably get it wrong. Even if he was the one who'd tried to knock her off, no matter what he said. Valera could feel the pain ebbing away, unable to feel anything but the numb squishing feeling one had when a body part that'd gone senseless laid against something hard; in this case, her butt and part of her left thigh were almost completely without feel, though she didn't know how long it'd stay that way. Calming herself down, she added "Just do it quickly so I can get rid of the worst of this pain before it actually gets through."
More darkness, and now, warmth. For a moment, she thought she felt the cool air that populated the space around her body naturally instead of the waters she had been in (as she began remembering at least that much) lick her infant-soft skin, but then it was shielded once more, carried off, and dumped into a bath of pure heat. And for some reason, she was in a state of pure bliss.
And then someone was making loud noises, stirring her from her slumber for a bit, but she quickly rested once more, slipping a bit more of her into the frighteningly hot bath, and although it was probably scalding her skin, she didn't care. Such unpleasantries were a nuisance, but not enough to warrant abandoning this place. She felt energy returning to her, even though her body was practically melting into it all, her skin becoming more and more accustomed to the warmth, her bones and joints having accepted it all immediately...
Her nose was just barely a quarter-inch above the water, but she breathed slowly enough that no water was inhaled. Still, the feeling made her ever more sleepy, probably due to the fact that her muscles were jelly and her lungs hadn't had to work to pump oxygen into her system like this for god only knew how long. Not that she could remember what any part of her was called; her own name was nonexistent to her, so how was she to be expected to remember anything beyond that?
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Post by knightc3 on May 4, 2008 3:38:52 GMT -5
He nodded at Valera and looked back to check up on the woman in the tub. Her head was still over water and she seemed to be breathing fine so he turned his attention back to the Valkrys' leg. He looked up at the face as he mixed a bit of the antiseptic in the water and then poured that water on the wound on her leg. The water would clean out anything that was causing the pain during the healing. He then took hold of the leg firmly and keeping it straight, used a small wooden plank of sorts to support it. He then began to tie the bandage around the leg and the makeshift cast for the leg to help in the proper healing. He placed some cotton over the wound so it won't get infected again.
It was a field treatment, the only he knew from his time in the army. "There, just don't walk around for a while and let it heal properly. Eat and get some sleep. I will take care of the woman.", he said tersely hoping she would listen to him. He got up after shoving the empty syringe in her hand. If she needed more she could do it herself. He got up and walked back into the bathroom. He saw her nose just an inch or so above water an her moving about in the water a bit, making small waves in the otherwise still surface.
He crouched next to the tub and touched her skin. The water was providing the necessary heat to the body which was why he had kept the water so hot. He had guessed her body had been shutdown for so long that she might take some time to start generating the heat necessary for the body to function properly. He then saw that her hair were still a mess with the slime still sticking to some parts of her body. He took a a towel from the side of the tub and dipped it into the water. Slowly, he began cleaning her body, removing anything that was still stuck to her. After he was done, he rolled up his sleeves and leaned over her to put and arm below her neck and shoulders as he slipped the woman's body down to let her hair slip into the water. Keeping her mouth and nose above water, he used his other hand to clean her hair in the hot water. After he was done, he pulled back and sat of the floor in front of the tub. He had seen the markings but he didn't know what to make of them. They just made him suspect more that she was what the fanatics used to talk about in their stories.
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Post by Da Pwny on May 4, 2008 3:52:27 GMT -5
*ok, i'm tired of waiting >.> guess its just going to be three people since no one else seems to want to friggin' post... or log in for that matter.*
She stirred again, resenting the fact that she was being touched but allowing it because she was too weak to fight back. A soft moan eminated from her throat, sort of a cross between a growl and a cry, as her head was touched, and her eyes flickered open momentarily for the first time in her current memory. The water was growing cold; either that, or she was so used to the temperature that she didn't notice it to be still warm.
The world, for several minutes, was a blur of colored blobs, each unfocused area as seemingly indistinct from the next. As she concentrated, however, those blobs slowly came together. Her eyes wandered down as the images started forming shapes, indistinct at first but slowly and surely becoming definite things. Her fingers reflexively clenched, feeling the sides of the object she was in. Tired but curious, she rolled her head to the side, muscles having gone unused for centuries suddenly and grudgingly called into service to assist in the act, her mouth opening and closing indistinctly as if breathing, but no breath came from there. It was as if she'd just been born into this world, but children weren't born fully-grown...
All of this only added to the mystery, beyond the obvious of 'Who am I?' and 'What am I doing in a basin full of water being touched, poked, and prodded by a total stranger?' Of course, she would think this... if she knew the words. Before she could think much else, however, her head suddenly swung forward and into the water, straining it and sending her into a panic. She tried lifting her head, but somehow knew that that would not work, and when it did not, her panic only made her swallow water, sending her into a further panic accompanied by her arms weakly trying to pull her back up, the surface bubbling less and less as the air under the waves became scarcer and scarcer...
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Post by knightc3 on May 8, 2008 3:45:00 GMT -5
Jack turned around as he sat on the floor to look through the door and check up on Valera. He didn't know if it was his head spinning with so many questions or just exhaustion setting in because of which he missed the first splash. Though later as he heard some more, his head spun around to look at the top of the tub to see the woman's head gone under. He could see her clearly struggling to breathe and pull herself up.
"d**n!", he exclaimed quietly to himself and scrambled to his feet. He grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the water, splashing some of the water that was drowning her, out of the tub and parly onto himself. He brought her into a sitting position, supporting her with a hand on the back. He kept her in the upright position to see if she would cough out the water she had just swallowed or let it be. Either way, he thought she had enough of a bath and he would get her out if she was feeling fine enough.
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Post by The Mammoth on May 8, 2008 5:38:50 GMT -5
With silence tearing its horrific torture over the hells, it was broken with the single sentence that struck a chill down the spine of every demon present.
"She has been reborn..."
Those stuck in eternal torture could no longer stay silent, as that which would free them from their pain had arisen. Such was the life of those who resisted the call of the hells. If they refused to fight, if they refused to become that which was a demon, or a devil. They would be tortured, and made to submit, until their soul was broken, or until they were combined to become again, the Unspeakable...
Gabriel stepped through the hells, the silence coming back as he stepped forward. Their small glimmer of hope instantly crushed as they were torn back into their horrid nightmare by that which was the bane of their existence. He reached down and clasped a poor soul by the neck, looked at him, and the horrified expression on his face, and promptly opened his mouth, sucking in the soul like a snack. Those imprisoned within Gabriel, faced a fate worse than that they suffered now. They were made part of him, part of the weapon that he was, and they strengthened him...
He walked out of the fire-emblazoned hell, and the screams resumed once more as all the devils and demons of that hellfire began working their magic again. Gabriel smiled at the return of the screams, it was only a matter of time before they were ready. Before him, in the darkness of yet another hell, one where those who were nearly ready were punished with darkness and silence, one that was so unending and treacherous that they could feel nothing but anger, hatred, fury... It was the last step, the preparation for those who would be the soldiers of the hells. They would grow used to the silence, feeling that they were finally dead, and when trusted back into the open light and sound, their fury and hatred for that which they could no longer be would run rampant. Gabriel stood before a smaller devil, a creature of horrific stature, fat and hunched, with a face that could terrify the greatest of men. His eyes were black pits of nothing, and the horns that protruded from his face were massive. He spoke, in a shrill voice that did nothing but travel to Gabriel.
"Father wants to see you Gabriel! You have slept for a long time."
"I know... Brother..." Gabriel said reluctantly. He hated his brothers as much as he hated his father. The weakness of them all was more than he could bare. With a quick step into another hell, he stood before a towering mass, tortured and black, as if he had seen the long days of toil and torment at the hells that were his. Standing before Gabriel, massive beyond any comprehension of the imagination, was Lucifer... His father.
"Gabriel... The time has come..." Lucifer's voice was powerful, that of the long fallen God that he was. He had not lost his strength, but his age and power was lost with his banishment. Everything that was him, everything that gave him hope to bring war back to the heavens, was within Gabriel. His son, the most powerful of all his creations. He was a bane to all, and the greatest weapon against the heavens, largely unaffected by their powers, he was the perfect weapon. The powers they used to kill everyone else, had very little effect on Gabriel, so little, that it took everything they had to almost take him down those many years ago...
"Quiet your mouth, Father. You are nothing." Gabriel said as the massive beast brought its face down to meet his.
"Gabriel... Such anger... You have grown."
"Still arrogant as ever..." Gabriel said, "This war is mine, stay out of my way, weakling."
As Gabriel left, Lucifer smiled, his creation, his son, had become exactly that which he was meant...
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