[Vampire] Remembrance

StoneWolf18

StoneWolf18

Within the Depths of a Dream
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[div class=stoneHeader]Prelude: Another Day, Another Dollar
It was a Tuesday evening. A mundane, utterly boring and uneventful Tuesday here in New York. To be fair it had rained a little bit, the drizzle slowly adding something to this night... but not much. Not much at all.

Epiphany Epiphany
You've long gotten used to the rush of a New York City emergency room. Daily gunshot victims due to gang violence, vehicle accident victims, children falling off of monkey bars during recess. The usual. What was also normal is how you had been working 15 hours nonstop without much more than room-temp coffee and stale vending machine snacks. You finally found a lull in all the excitement, but before you could even consider taking a break, the shrill of an ambulance siren and the sequel of harsh breaking makes you think otherwise.

"Patient is male, 36 years of age, 3rd degree burns along his right arm and torso, weak pulse and non-responsive." The paramedic would inform you and the other nurses and doctor that had gathered around the gurney that was currently being pushed into a private room. The wounded man was transferred over to the bed quickly, your colleagues not wasting any time beginning to work on him.

Your rest would have to wait for now.

WetHawk WetHawk
"Damn, it sure sucks being out on patrol today." Your partner in crime policing the city, Jonas Adisa, commented. Struggling to lower the visor on his helmet to keep the slow rainfall from getting inside. He was a rookie, early twenties and fresh from college. Everyone thought you were going to go with someone with a much neater resume and grades than his, but the guy was an asshole. Jonas had what he didn't. An actual personality and passion for the job. It was rare these days, but when it was found, you better damn well cultivate it.

The sound of your radios turning on would alert you both that the station had something. "We have a 10-10 in an abandoned building over near 12th and Preston. Reports of shots fired."

Jonas' eyes would widen at this, eyes glued on you for a reaction. This was his first call that wasn't littering or loitering, better make it count.

Podrus Podrus
You slam your cellphone down onto your desk and run your hands down your face. Yet another disappointing conversation with your father. Its always the same. No matter how much money you make, what job you invest yourself in, you always seem to achieve just below what he wants you to. It was heartbreaking, stressful... god, you could really go for a high right now. Just forget about it all for a little while. Eyeing the desk drawer where you keep the goods, you are about to open it when there's a knock at your office door. Quickly you withdraw your hand. Maybe later...

Soon a coworker of yours enters. A pretty little thing by the name of Allison Green. "Are you alright, Mike?" She seemed genuinely concerned, and it isn't the first time either. She was a kind young woman to everyone, including yourself. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to speak to her a little bit...

corielldog corielldog
It was the perfect evening to spend at the gym. Entering the building as if it were a second home, Louis would be the first one to spot you from the ring that was set up, passing you a wave.

"Its about time you got here." He "scolded" you. "Get your ass changed and up here."

After doing what the man said, you were quick to join him in the ring, slipping on a pair of gloves and squaring up. "Aight, lets do a little warm up." And with that he began to shout different strikes and positions in your face, expecting you do copy them like you had hundreds of times.

This went on for 15 minutes, a nice sweat forming on your brow. Louis was nodding approvingly, about to speak when a woman you haven't seen before walked up. "Care for a round?" She'd ask you, even though you stood roughly a foot taller than her.

Louis chuckled. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Alex."

"Well, Alex..." He was looking her over, not seeing much due to the leather jacket she was wearing. "Have you even boxed before?"

"A few times."

Clearly amused, Louis would gesture for her to come on up, she casting her jacket aside and sliding in. She was tone, but definitely not built to take you on.

Patting his torso, your instruct nodded. "A punch, right here. Lets see what you go-"

Alex didn't wait, sending a fist with decent form towards the man. Surprisingly enough, he doubled over, placing a hand where she had impacted. Coughing a few times to regain his breath, he would slowly begin to chuckle, it turning into a full on howling bought of deep, raspy laughter.

"Holy shit, girl." He'd say after righting himself, a huge grin on his lips. "Not even this mount of muscle over here can get me like that."

'So, what do you say?" Alex would ask again. "You up for a round or two?"[/div][/div][/div]
 
"10-4 station, we read you loud and clear. Lone and Tonto, moving in to engage." Jeffery turns to Jonas with a wry grin. Although he was less than a decade older than the rookie, his face bore the rugged looks of a man who has seen his fair share of action and hard labor, and his eyes held a certain depth and experience to them well beyond his years. "Don't get your hopes up, Jonesy, usually nothin' on that corner but a bunch of bums sitting around smokin' dope. Still... we should get moving." Jeffery then looks down below the younger man to the chestnut brown horse he was riding, and smiles again. "How's Lacey treatin' ya? Still giving you trouble on her lefts? She's an old girl, but still has got a lotta fight left in her. Takes a special kinda fella to get her to listen." Jeffery smiled to himself slightly. Truth be told, Lacey was the most tame mare in the force, but nothing wrong with giving the kid a confidence boost. Jeffery took a moment to remove his sidearm, a highly sub-standard six shooter that gleamed silver against his dark uniform. He then kicks his heels, spurring on his own steed, an ebony black stallion. "Hya, Marky!" He turned to the crowds bustling around them, and removes the dusty brown stetson he wore on his head, waving it theatrically at them before taking off towards the scene of the incident. This was the part he loved about the job, being an icon of justice, a symbol of peace. The kind of role model some poor inner city kid would look up to and be inspired by. Refocusing himself at the task at hand, he began to run through what he knew about the situation at hand.
 
Angus would watch the girl carefully as she entered the ring “this is pretty unusual, not to many people challenge in ‘ere, ‘specially goils” he took note as the girl got a good one in on Louis in the ribs, whistling as he doubled over “

“Sounds tidy, I like a good tussle, you’ve done this a couple of times but you can knock the shiet outta lou’ with one punch? Shiet was slammin’ and all but I think you’re yankin’ on my chain a little, you SURE yer ‘Ed’s not full o’ mince?” Angus would proceed to put his gloves on, the smirk disappearing from his freckled face as his gaze hardened and he entered a low stance “put’cher dukes up eh?” He walked to the center of the ring and offered his gloves for a bump
 
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Kanika stretched and massaged sore muscles in her neck. Rumor had it the weather had gone from cloudy to a drizzle but she wouldn't know; she hadn't seen sky since it was dark this morning. Just another day saving lives. Even if the life she most wanted to save was home, away from her.

She resisted the urge to check for another text that wouldn't be there. The ambulance siren helped. Despite the fatigue, Kanika sprang into action right along with the myriad of nurses, technicians and key support staff needed to make saving lives as speedy as possible.

The paramedic's summary was useful and she gave him a brief nod of appreciation. As for the patient himself, a surprisingly attractive man with unsurprisingly unattractive injuries. Years of medical school, followed by years more of practical medical experience make certain assessments automatic. The burns are serious but lower in priority. ABCs first. Airway, breathing circulation. With those kind of burns, airway could definitely be compromised and there was already a risk of the throat swelling. As nurses started to wire him up with diagnostics, Kanika leaned in close and opened his mouth to examine his mouth and airway for signs of inhalation damage. If there was a sign, they'd have to tube in and get him on a respirator as needed.

Airway first. Pulse was weak so it would have be monitored. IVs to restore fluid loss due to plasma shift from the burn injury. Once he wasn't in immediate danger of dying, they could begin burn protocols.

Airway first. She leaned in and got to work.
 
Mikael never seemed to have the ability to impress his father. Be it at lacrosse, in school, or even the way he breathed for that matter. The older man just seemed to find something wrong with everything he managed to get just a little bit good at.

This time the boy...man, was talking about his latest big trade, his newest promotion that came with a nice new office, all things Mikael worked hard for. But once again there was something wrong, somehow the money he was making was 'dirty money's, or he was gambling with other people's lives. No sign of a 'good job son', hell,there wasn't even a sign that could be taken as an approving nod, just yelling.

So of course when he thought about the drawer that held that white powder and a little of some shredded leaf, all ingredients that could make his day better. It didn't take much convincing as his hand moved to the wood, preparing to open it as he was brought back to reality by the girl.

"Yea, I'm...I'm good" he said as he shut the drawer
 
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WetHawk WetHawk
Jonas could hardly respond, only giving a mute nod as he dug his heels into Lacey’s sides, spuring the steed to follow his superior.

You were the closest ones to this location, so it didn’t take more than a couple of minutes to reach it at full gallop through the emptying streets. It was a large rusted warehouse that had clearly seen better days, the only light coming from around and within being the street lamps rather far on the sidewalk as well as a few barrel fires in and beside the the building.

Instantly the sounds of shouting reached your ears. The cocking of handguns and threats being tossed around clueing you both in that this was nothing more than a drug deal gone wrong.

Jonas had dismounted behind you, the boy already having his service pistol in hand as he asked “Sir, what do we do?”

That’s a good question. What are you going to do.

corielldog corielldog
Alex nodded with a grin, slipping on a set of gloves that Louis handed to her. “Let’s do this shit.”

She step forward to tap her glove against yours, signaling the beginning of the fight. Slowly you circled one another, waiting for the first one to move.

The girl did, but you hardly noticed. In the blink of an eye, she was beside you. Sending a blow into your left flank. When it connected you stumbled from the sheer force of impact, the pain spiking up your side even though she was wearing gloves.

“God damn, girl.” Louis whistled. “I should be trainin’ you insteada ‘im.”

This was unexpected, but no way in hell you're going to let this Alex go without a fight.

Epiphany Epiphany
For whatever reason, there was no damage to his throat. It appearing perfectly fine.

“He must’ve fallen into a fire pit or something.” Another nurse comments as she glances inside herself. “Help me get his clothing off.”

He appeared to be wearing an expensive suit, though the expensive fabric was nearly melted to the skin where he had been burned. Still some scissors did the trick, slicing off what you could so the burnt skin could be worked on.

Upon closer inspection of the burnt area, you would notice that while some of the skin does look blistered, there is some charring as well. How long had this man remained in the fire for?

You might find out sooner than intended. He stiring on the bed while you and the rest of the nurses work on him.

Podrus Podrus
“Are you sure?” Allison asked, stepping inside your office. “You look a little upset.”

If there’s one thing this girl was good at, it was reading people. Even the most stoic individuals still managed to be caught by her eye.

“Frustrated maybe?” She tried, taking a seat in the chair that was positioned before your desk. “Most of the floor is empty... we could talk if you wanted. Order some take-out.” Allison would give you a soft smile after saying this, awaiting your answer.

You hadn’t eaten since a lunch meeting early that afternoon... but you did want to enjoy yourself a little bit before heading home. What to do...
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Jeffery quickly dismounts as well, his heavy boots kicking up a spray from the wet sidewalk. He turns to Jonas, noting how overeager he was to see action and raises a hand before focusing his hearing. “Sounds like we’ve got a handful of thugs having some sort of squabble in there. You stay here and call for backup, I’m going to check it out. Any shots fired, feel free to come save my ass. Remember, though. Protect and serve includes these bastards as well, so play it smart, alright kid?” He smiles at Jonas before tipping his hat at him, and entering the building as quietly as he could manage. He was sorry to disappoint the rookie, but this was shaping up to be more than just a bum fight. Hopefully, this could be resolved without bloodshed, but if not... he’d rather it not be Jonas’s.
 
Angus wheezed as the blow connected with him, it had been a while since anyone had gotten a punch that good off on him. He could already feel a bruise beginning to form and he knew this girl was more than meets the eye. Louis’ words stung a little too, even if angus knew he didn’t mean what he said “Oi ya old bawjaw, I aight come ‘round n’ clock ya in yer fookin face ye arse”

Angus had always had a special way with words. His explosive vocabulary came from his father, and his fathers father. The erikson’s were known, even before coming to America as explosive. Wether it was the temperance or the vocabulary people called explosive...well it was probably both to be honest, however another thing that was always explosive about angus, were the fists he threw.

Angus launched himself into the air, a massive haymaker being wound up, while this may not have been the best move he could have pulled, it was his move. His signature to be exact, angus never fought carefully instead taking blows and hoping to dish out far bigger ones “Take this ya willy gobb’lin shite fer’ brains ninny!”
 
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Once the monitor leads are hooked up and they can track his pulse and blood oxygenation levels, Kanika did indeed go to work on the burns. Tissue damaging was ongoing within a certain time frame after the injury was inflicted and the right treatment as early as possible could have significant impact on his outlook.

Kanika frowned as she looked more closely at the burns. Years in an ER had given her a lot of exposure to all of the crazy ways people found to hurt themselves. This wasn't the usual pattern. Head wound? Had he been unconscious when exposed to fire and that's why it'd managed to burn him this badly? She moved up to his head, prepared to inspect for a possible head wound when he started to stir.

"Get morphine ready," she said to a nearby nurse. "And get neurology down here for a neurological exam."

With burn victims, heavy sedation was standard for the first few days in cases this serious. He'd otherwise be in far too much pain. But the strange circumstances of those burns meant she needed to determine if he'd been unconscious before or after the fire, if there was an undiagnosed brain injury that they might overlook if he remained sedated.

"Hey!" she called out, as she leaned over the stirring man. "You're in the hospital, we have you. Can you tell me your name? Can you tell me what happened to you?"
 
He heard the girl, watching as she stepped inside, being much friendlier than most of the other brokers who worked here. But for some reason he wanted to go along with her idea for a meal. Letting out a long sigh, hearing his belly give a slight roar, the boy nodded.

"Sure, food sounds good."

He looked down though, trying not to stare at her to long as he looked towards the phone again.

"It was just another call with my father, seems I'm still his greatest failure"
 
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Jonas only gave a mute nod, reaching for the receiver of his radio as you began to approach the building. Going a slow, you manage to make it to a slightly ajar door. Staying as close to the wall as possible, you squinted, trying to get a look inside at the low lighting of the place. There wasn't much to see from this angle... which lead you to try and lean in a little bit more.

The door gave a loud creak as you nudged it, the voices falling silent for a moment.

"Michael, you stupid motherfucker. Why aren't you watching the god damn door?!"

"Watch it! Don't wave that thing in my face." The man apparently by the name of Michael retorted, walking over in your direction. "It's probably just the wind or some-"

The young man's voice caught in his throat as he laid eyes on you.

As he froze, another man walked over pushing the door open and nearly smacking you in the process. "Oh fucking hell, its a cop!" This other man shouted, a pistol now trained directly on your skull.

"Nice an' easy. Inside. NOW!"

corielldog corielldog
You swing, but your blow doesn't connect. Rather Alex seemed to side-step it almost perfectly, going for another lighting fast jab into the other side of your torso. This one hurt just as bad as the last.

Seeing it on your face, she would back off, a lopsided grin on her face. "You good to keep going?"

Louis would raise an eyebrow at this, looking towards you. "She's got a point, Angus. I don't need to in the hospital." He'd also face the young woman. "I don't know what the hell you do, but keep doin' it."

Both your sides hurt, clearly going to be bruised for a little while. This 'Alex' was something else and has the potential to do serious damage, but are you going to just back down from a fight?

Epiphany Epiphany
The word 'hospital' seemed to get him awake, the (rather handsome now that you think about it) man a little lucid but coming to. "I... a hospital?" He groaned. "I'm fine... just leave me be..."

"Sir you are not fine." Another nurse spoke up sternly. "You have 3rd degree burns all along your torso, we're going to sedate you now so you aren't in pain."

This seemed to get him even more anxious. "I'm fine, take care of the burns but no sedative..."

With a sigh, she said "You heard the man. Kanika try to get any information out of him while we work. I want to know what hell happened to cause burns this badly."

As you look towards him, he seemed to be watching you. Pleading almost. "I'm... not the biggest fan of hospitals..." He managed to say, his behavior making quite a bit more sense now.

Podrus Podrus
Her face lightened up as you agreed to get some food with her, though the expression fell as you mentioned the call with your father.

"I'm sorry, Mik." Allison sounded extremely sincere. "I don't think you're a failure, and you wouldn't have landed this amazing promotion if so!"

After falling silent for a few moments, she'd say "One second..." and leave for a moment, returning to your office with a few menus and a rather large bottle of alcohol. Setting them onto your desk, she gestured towards them. "Take your pick. There's Chinese, a sandwich place that delivers, Mexican... I don't mind either way."
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Angus doubled over, this girl was some kind of fighter, far beyond his league at least. It probably wasn’t smart to carry on but damn his anger, he couldn’t just back down. Especially now when she had gotten two hits on him and he hadn’t done squat to her

“The only way I’m leavin’ this ring is’n a stretcher lassie” he was breathing hard now, it’s not that he was unfit, it’s just that this is the second time in 20 seconds that the wind has been knocked from his body. His vision started blurring as his sides were racked with pain. He wasn’t breathing raggedly yet but he knew he would be after the next hit.

It took everything in him to throw this next punch at alex. He knew her reflexes were fast so he threw everything into this punch, he could feel himself being pulled by his fist as he hoped to knock her back. “I’ll fookin’ kill ya I will” he muttered as he flew at her
 
Jeffery notices the rusty metal roses tattooed on the wrists of the men, and curses his own stupidity. His first instinct is to go for his gun, but then an image flashes in his head of a little girl. Vanessa... I couldn't do that to my baby girl. A frown crosses his face. I hate that I gotta do this, but I can't think of any other way outta this damn spot. He turns to the man who had a gun aimed at his head and said in a practiced, calm tone said, "I'm not looking for any trouble. There were reports of gunfire comin' in from this place, and I was sent in to check it out. My name's Jeffery Laumaut. That name ring any bells to ya? Maybe you've heard of the Fifth Circle, Damian Laumaut? I'm sure that the Dante's would appreciate it if you'd not shoot one of their made men's kid brothers." He finished, still holding his gaze on the man aiming at him, but ready to dodge and fire on a moment's notice. He thought back on the morning, waking up his daughter, making her her favorite breakfast, M&M pancakes with peanut butter on top, and hurriedly packing up her backpack before kissing her forehead before she ran to the bus. Did I even remember to tell her that Daddy loved her? No way in hell that's going to be the last time I see her. If askin' nicely doesn't work, guess I'll have to lay down the Sheriff's law on these bastards.
 
No sedatives? The man was an idiot. Before long, if not already, the pain would be unbearable. Still, a patient's wishes mattered. Though they'd be having this conversation again before long.

In the meantime, Kanika stepped up to his left side and took his hand, squeezing it. "Try to relax, sir. We have you. Can you tell me your name?" His admission of not liking hospitals didn't surprise her but it did draw a sympathetic smile from her face. "I understand how you feel. Sometimes I'd give anything to get out of here too. Look on the bright side; you're just visiting and when we patch you up you get to leave. The rest of us are trapped to return again and again."

Brightening that smile with a bit of humor and a friendly wink, Kanika looks back at the burns again. "Speaking of patching you up, it'd help us a lot to know how you got those burns. We might be able to minimize the damage if we know the cause. Come on, help a tired girl out?"
 
He looked at the girl, why did she even care about anything that was even going on. Was she even in his department? He wasn't really sure but truthfully, it was kind of a nice feeling. Mikael had never really had very many people who expressed any kind of care for him...at least more than what he presented at face value.

But when she listed off the options, he looked over the menu and took a little bit. Debating with himself over the benefits of sweet and sour chicken over a nice crisp taco. The debate probably took far to long but he smiled and looked up,

"let's go with Chinese, it's better for delivery" he answered finally
 
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As you threw the punch, she didn't move. But instead of your fist colliding with her face like you expected, a sharp pain tore up your arm.

Alex had slipped off her boxing glove and caught yours.

She'd let go rather quickly, nodding as she slipped the other glove off and tossed them to the side of the ring. "Thanks for the match."

Louis shook her head. "If you ever get the chance to come back here, let me know what the fuck you do as I'd love to get in on in."

The young woman cast him a wide grin. "Sure thing."

Once she had disappeared into the rest of the gym, Louis shook her head. “Don’t beat yourself up over this, Angus. That chick’s on steroids or something.”

Eventually you finish up training, pack up, and start heading home. Exiting the Gym and starting to walk. You make it a decent distance when you pause, realizing you have a shadow.

It was Alex. What did she want now?

WetHawk WetHawk
“The fifth circle? Damn, you’re in the wrong neighbor if you’re lookin’ for that crowd. They on the other side of town.” The man holding you at gun point chuckles, forcing you inside the building further.

There were a total of five of them, the apparently ring-master counting some bills next to a couple blocks of coke. “Aight. We got everything.” He would turn to face the rest when his eyes landed on you. “Is that a fucking cop?!”

“Yeah. We caught him ou-“

“I don’t give a shit how it happened.” He snarled, pulling out his own handgun and aiming it at you. “Get in the-“

“We can kill this guy outta nowhere!”

“Watch me.” The man spat back, squeezing the trigger.

The gunshots echoed throughout the warehouse, shouting erupting thereafter with guns pointed at each other.

You... well, wearing a bulletproof vest helped, but not for the bullet that grazed the right side of your neck. It hasn’t gotten lodged in there thankfully, but it still did enough damage.

Vanessa flashes through your mind as you fall to the ground.

No... not yet...

Epiphany Epiphany
He relaxed as you spoke to him, gripping your hand in is. It was slightly cold, which wasn’t unsusal seeing as the burns were on the other side of his body.

“My name is Matthew... I can’t really remember what happened...”

Well, you got a first name at least.

“Paramedic told me they picked you up from some type of restaurant.” The other nurse commented while working on his wounds.

“Oh, right.” Matthew replied. “A kitchen fire, I think... damn thing exploded right next to me.”

His voice was laced with pain, but he still remained conscious. Even though he was a moron, he was still impressive.

You all worked on him for a good while before he was finally allowed to rest. Though after all the nurses had cleared out and you were about to leave, he tried to sit up but winced. “I didn’t catch your name.”

Podrus Podrus
Allison smiled as you chose Chinese. “Pick out what you want and then we can order.”

After selecting things off the menu, placin an order, and waiting around, the food finally arrived.

With a carton in hand, she picked around at her lo mein with a set of chopsticks. Eating a little here and there before speaking softly. “My father was a pain to please as well. So I understand it, Mik. I do.” She gave another warm smile. “But... there was one thing that changed our relationship...”
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As the night set in and angus began walking home, he contemplated his fight earlier in the day. Try as he might he couldn’t figure out how that girl was so fast, it was inhuman, just like her strength. Angus had seen steroids, steroids didn’t do this to someone this is far beyond anything stimulants could do.

As he was thinking he began to feel a presence behind him, it wasn’t unusual for someone to try him as he was walking home, it’s why he started boxing in the first place.

He turned around speaking before he even saw alex’s Figure standing before him “look pal, ya mite’nt wan d-“ he stopped as he saw who he was addressing “Gah bloody fuckoll whaddya wan’ now? Ain’ it nuff to embarrass me in me own ‘ome?”
 
Amused, and a little impressed at Matthew's reliance, she tapped the name tag attached to her coat. "Doctor Kanika Amherst. Speaking of names, I don't think we caught your last name. Is there someone we can call? Family, friends, someone to keep you company?"

Fatigue pulled at Kanika's presence of mind but training and long practice made it easy enough to be sociable no matter how tired she was. "And while we contact someone for you, would you reconsider pain meds? You do have third degree burns and the nerve damage there is severe but the areas surrounding those burns are going to hurt worse than they do now and they're going to hurt for a while. We can help you to rest much more comfortably, if you'll let us."

She takes his left hand again in hers, squeezes it and pats the back with her other hand. "It's your choice but it will help you rest better. After a fire like that, you're going to need all the rest you can get to recover."
 
Mikael put his feet up on his desk when the food finally arrived and he used his chop sticks to move pieces of tempura shrimp from side to side, his thoughts elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that was at the base of his stomach, that feeling that actually never seemed to leave. He wanted his father to be proud of him, he needed it, he wanted to show that he was more than just a Grade-A disappointment, and it disgusted Mikael to admit that to himself.

Though, his attention was pulled away as Allison spoke again and Mik moved a piece of the shrimp to his mouth as he tilted his head, the last thing that she said only confused him more.

"Oh yea? And what was that? Got a rich boyfriend?" He said mockingly as he looked at the girl, putting his barely touched meal down in front of him.
 
The sharp sting of pain exploded from Jeffrey’s neck, sending a shockwave of numbness throughout his entire body. He fell to the ground hard as the world began to blur before him. For a brief moment, he thought he saw Vanessa poking her head around the corner before recognizing it as a trick of his mind. Damn... this ain’t good at all, is it.

He evaluated his current position, and tried to move his right hand for his gun, but found it pinned to his side. With the rest of his strength, he moved his left hand over to the radio on his shoulder, and clicked the receiving button. He quickly hissed into it as the men were shouting at each other. “This is Lone. Five hostiles.. and I’m down. Probably won’t be getting back up again. Please...” His voice begins to break. “Can someone tell my baby girl...” His vision begins to fade, and he grunts in pain. “Shit, I’ve never been much of an orator without a gunshot wound. Someone think ‘a somethin’ good, alright? This is Lone out.” The last of his strength leaves him as his hand falls from the button. He coughs a bit. What a shitty way to go... I’m so sorry, honey.
 
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Alex would shake her head as you accused her of wanting to rub her victory in your face. "No, actually." While she spoke her eyes traced you up and down, giving you a once over.

It took her a few moments, but she did actually begin speaking again. "I wanted to thank you for the fight again... and offer you a proposition."

You had no idea what the hell she had to offer, but you at least entertain this strange woman.

"How I fought back there? I'm sure you know it wasn't close to what you're used to, even when fighting guys three times my size. Hell, I'm sure even Louis couldn't match some of my blows." As if to prove a point, Alex glanced around, her eyes lighting up at the sight of a nearby in-ground bike rack. "Watch this."

Instead of taking one of the bikes on the rack off by breaking the chain, the woman instead opted to grab hold of one of the semi-oval bars and give a couple fierce tugs. Soon the metal was ripped from the ground and slung over her shoulder like it were a piece of rope. If that wasn't convincing enough, she gave it a few twists and turns, getting the thing into a vague pretzel shape.

"You like the look of that?" She'd ask with a few huffs, setting the piece of metal down. "Cause if you want, I can easily, heh, share that with you."

Alex watched you expectantly, awaiting an answer.

Epiphany Epiphany
"Ah... if you wanted to call someone, I have a friend who would want to know. Here, I can give you her number..." He'd recite a local number once you were ready.

"But, past that thank you, Dr. Amherst-" As he spoke, you noticed how cold his skin had grown. Even for a burn victim this was... strange. "-I..." Matthew would falter, his gaze shifting a bit as he blinked and gave his head a brief shake. "T-this pain is really, um, getting to me..."

Of course, you looked him over. More color had drained from his face and he... didn't appear to be breathing heavily despite the pain he claimed to be in. Actually, as you narrow your eyes and study him for a moment, you don't notice his shoulders rising and falling at all.

Unsure what to make of this, you try to reassure yourself, slipping your hand further down his arm and gripping his wrist to see if you could get a read on his pulse.

Nothing.

Finding a pulse wasn't difficult. You had done it for years. But, you still could have difficulty finding it... right? And he wasn't hooked up to a heart monitor for some reason so there was most likely a reasonable explanation-

Your thinking was cut short as Matthew let out a low growl and lunged towards you. Any sounds you could've made were silenced as his teeth found your throat and descended into your flesh.

Then, utter euphoric bliss, as you slowly faded from consciousness.

Podrus Podrus
Allison laughed quietly and shook her head. "No, unfortunately. It was something else..."

Falling silent a slight frown tugged on her lips before it vanished. Replaced with a sly grin.

"Pick an object. Anything small."

WetHawk WetHawk
In your lucid state, you let go of your radio, consumed with various emotion as the gang members around you shouted and cursed. But something caused them to grow quiet..

A shadow leaped over you, standing at your feat with a snarl. The various men shouted, some even running, and you're pretty certain that those who tried to fight didn't last all that long.

Soon the place was dead silent with a familiar face filling your vision. Jonas, looking absolutely horrified. "Oh, no. No no no no no..." He brought his hands to your neck to try and staunch the bleeding, but of course it didn't do much.

You couldn't see much now... but feel you did. As the vague shape that was the young rookie leaned over you, an insane sensation began to fill you. It was wondrous, indescribable as you slowly closed your eyes for what you assumed to be the final time.
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As the numbness took hold over his body, and his eyes fell heavily, Jeffery felt a sense of calm and acceptance take over, until he caught a glimpse of something... terrifying. What the fuck was that? He felt another burst of adrenaline as his heart rate accelerated, hearing screams of terror. A dark figure stood over him, driving away his attackers. Jeff blinked, and suddenly Jonas was in his face. Jeff coughed up blood, clearing his airways. "Jonas... what the fuck... never mind. Please... Vanessa..." With every last bit of his strength, Jeff reached into his wallet and flipped it open to reveal a small picture of the girl. "Help... her..." Then, everything went black.
 
Angus loosened his posture when alex showed she wasn't here to belittle him. He completely dropped his defensive stance when he was caught blindsided by Alex (in his word) Pickin up a whole fookin bike rack and fold'n it loik a fookin toy he stood, mouth agape watching her before finally registering her question.

"Aye would do 'nythin to be able to do wha'chu just did n' I do mean anything, would ye like teh shake onit?" he stuck his hand out, it was shaking. While he was excited, hew as also terrified, anxious, confused, bewildered he had never seen something like this before. "Should aye be 'xpectin 'ome men ta come out n grab me from teh shadas?"
 
Mikael heard the girl speak and he shook his head, "Something else huh? And what might that be?" The boy asked, quite curious about this girl. Come to think of it, Mikael knew...incredibly little about her. Seen her around the office a few times, worked on a project or two, but nothing really caused the two to come to know one another. This begged the question; what was she doing here talking to him now this late at night?

But her question snapped him out of his thoughts, deciding just to chalk it up to the same reason as most other girls, his looks. He heard her ask for an object and he laughed slightly, "Any reason why?" he questioned even as he reached over and grabbed the watch he had taken off of his wrist awhile earlier.

"This"
 
Kanika noticed that he'd grown paler, colder and didn't seem to be breathing. Which could represent a number of very serious medical conditions, related or unrelated to his present injuries. Looking to confirm, she reached down to check his pulse and came up empty as well.
As she bent over to examine him more closely, confused at how he was still conscious without a pulse, Matthew suddenly seized her and bit into her throat. And then she knew nothing...
 
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