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Post by Mother on May 9, 2010 14:46:31 GMT -5
Picking up the larger, sharper shards of glass, she nodded to Robert as he leapt into the vents. Returning to her task, she pinned the still-whinpering Witch against the doorway, spreading her limbs apart so that they stretched to both sides of the door, effectivly blocking it. But now to keep her there.
Taking the first large shard, she ran it across the Witch's stomach, grinning slightly. (It was hard to do with her tounges so occupied.) They were sharp enough, just what she wanted. Nonchalantly, she raised up the first shard and drove it into the Witch's right hand, pinning it to the wall. The infected screamed out as Mother twisted it a few times to insure it would stay in place. She repeated the process with the other hand, then the legs. Withdrawing her tounges, she stepped back to admire her cruel work. It was a bizzare form of crucifixtion, but no less painful. The Witch still lived, just as she hoped. A slow and painful death, for the survivors to see. The Witch blocked the doorway, so they'd have to remove her, and there was a red light glowing above the doorway. Thinking hard back to her life before the infection, she recalled that this meant the door was locked and alarmed. One or both, she couldn't really recall of it.
However, she heard the familier of the Hunter approaching. That was certainly fast, but she wasn't complaining.
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Post by Robert on May 9, 2010 19:22:40 GMT -5
It only took one shot to get Robert moving; the other two M16 bursts were just lucky misses. The hunter rolled into the safety of a hospital room before the human could take a better shot. With a parting farewell (a.k.a. flipping the prick the bird from around the corner), he pounced into the air duct in the roof’s ceiling and made his escape. Thanks to the fantastic sense of smell that came with being a hunter, it wasn’t hard to locate Smoker-Lady.
The lazy woman hadn’t even gone anywhere. Granted, that made it easier to find her, but that wasn’t the point. Robert halted at a duct in the room in that hallway, punched out the vent, then dropped through, landing on his feet with the grace of a (slightly drunk) cat. He took a step to find his balance, then leapt into the hall to confront his teammate. He spared a glance to the dying Witch (and briefly wondered what Smoker-Lady had against the damn things; that was the second one today!) Before moving right back to the issue at hand.
It was only just then, standing right there with every intent to deliver the message on the previously-human girl’s condition, that he realized how much it sucked to be mute. He opened his mouth and tried to growl, cursing mentally when the sounds that he heard didn’t resemble infected-speak at all. The idea of writing momentarily crossed his mind, but it was quickly dismissed when he realized that he didn’t remember the alphabet. (This was probably the first time he regretted failing English.)
With no better ideas, he simply pointed back towards the survivors and made an exaggerated gesture of sniffing the air, hoping that the Smoker’s sense of smell could find the problem.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on May 10, 2010 16:27:35 GMT -5
Jumping at the crash, she saw the same Hunter that had attacked Rae earlier! And he had....
Rae's locket!
The child was about to jump for it when the strangest thing happened. The hooded sick man took one look at Rae, yelped, and ran away, dropping the locket!
Not paying much attention to the gunshots that followed, Dahlia walked over to the dropped treasure, picked it up, and waled back to Rae, holding it out.
"Here's your locket Rae!" She smiled, jingling it a bit. "Now you don't have to be sad!"
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