Detox

"Please do..." Abel answered Savannah as she came to stand before him. He knelt down and created a foot hold with his arm and prepared his other hand to help her keep her balance. Between him and Loch, he could easily and quickly raise up Savannah as soon as she climbed up onto him. Of course feeling her up was the last thing on his mind.

It was good to see Damien rejoin the group. He was thankful for how thorough the escape plan was, he didn't question Loch's reason for it.

Abel could hear it over the conversation. The sound of a large beast bringing its weight down to the ground in powerful strides. The ground shook with each step it made. It was faint at first, but became increasingly more jarring as the beast approached.

"Better hurry," he called out, a little more than alarmed. Was he the only one afraid here?

His mind was growing colder by the second, the utter madness that ruled it so far withdrawing before the need to stop them.

So that's what you were doing, my silly little friends. They wanted to go up the vents.... Fine. He would let them. Let them go, and think they were safe, that they were smart enough to run away from the dark. If they are brave enough, of course.

Retreating back in the shadows of the wall, Michael called one of the creatures he created, breaking it up in pieces again when it arrived. Thousand little bugs crawling all over him again, until he wield his mind to send them up in the vent his 'friends' wanted to escape through. hen, he turned around, moving trough the shadows again. He would be waiting for them on he other side of the vent, if they were brave enough to crawl through the shadows full of yet again moving dark.

She wasn't going to question or talk back to Lochlann on those grounds. Starlight was alien to her and he knew far more of it than she does. Damien had returned and said, quite a mouthful of words. The worst bit was Savannah now found it hard to control herself from not laughing, it would such an inappropriate time to do so anyway.

Loch explained was was to happen next and the current going ons. She had to ponder on how he knew this, wasn't he suppose to stuck in that bed? But maybe he might have heard of such actions during his time here. Either way, there wasn't enough time for twenty questions.

The fox turned to Abel once again, she nodded at him at his urgency. Her foot was raised and placed on Abel's knelt leg. She hopped herself up, now able to reach the vent grating. She yanked it once, it didn't move. A small growl came from her as she attempted once more, this time it flung off making quick work to let it go flying across the room into the shadowy bugs.

"Oh Damien dear, please do make it out alive." She called out, throwing a cheeky grin at him. "And of course you two, I'd feel awful if something were to happen." She added. This was her way of being sincere without looking afraid. Savannah never liked to show off herself as scared, she had lived long enough to cope with the danger and address it. She would only become more desperate if the situation was to worsen. Like an animal, it will simply flee and continue. However if it struggles it may cry and do unpredictable actions. Savannah was an animal, her animalistic nature told her to run.

With a bit of effort, she leapt off Abel's leg up into the vent. Thankfully it was big enough to curl up and sit in and mildly wider than shoulders width. Her left hand lit up with a flame again to illuminate her face, the tails extinguished themselves, not wanting to burn the other that would follow behind her. Her eyes weren't helping either, this darknesses wasn't natural.

That's when she felt a small chill run down her body.

Damien looked at the vent and shook his head.
"I doubt that will hold my weight in conjunction with everyone else, but i'm willing to try." He stated as he looked to Abel to help him up. What Abel would find was that Damien was approximately 489 pounds. The subdermal armor in conjunction with the fluid for his field armor added a lot of weight to his body so it was very difficult for him to function on areas where distribution of weight was required to function.

At the Kitsune's comment he took a page from his mentor's book and grabbed her by the butt, lifting her up over his head to make it easier for Loch to lift her. Had he not activated his emotional sensors earlier that morning he would most definitely have been blushing and probably wouldn't have had the gumption to complete the action.

"Your assistance if you're of a mood." He said looking toward Abel. He would have refused to go into the vent in the first place but there was no way he would be able to keep up with the rest of the group trying to walk under the vent. Given that he prepared to make it slightly easier to lift him... with a hand full of the kitsune's butt.
"I will need to do this to Sounga." He thought to himself.

He had to kill someone. He didn't want to, not really, not yet. But she had seen him, one of the small, stupid nurses, dressed in white, all white, sent to bring him back, and back he will not go. Over his dead body. And since the dead body on the floor wasn't his, he could move on.

Stepping carefully around her head-it flew some distance from her body when he cut it, he wasn't very precise with the weapon-he continued further into the dark, the second creature that walked beside him now riled up by the even stronger smell of blood. His skin was still pierced from all the dark bugs walking all over him, and the nurses blood certainly didn't help, even though it was dead, unlike his, that was fresh. He had to sent creature away, now, until he could clean himself up, otherwise, he had no doubt, it would turn against him. So he sent it away, without a second thought, a sword made of darkness still in his hand as he went on, searching for the other side of the went.

The creature was clever, more so than one would think, more so than it looked. Its mind was connected tot he mind of its master, but only when the master was in full control. This one... This one was going to die and he didn't even know it... Yet. So the creatures mind was free, free to feel hungry, so it went on a little hunt around the hospital. It looked for everything that moved, and when it found it, it killed it. And there were screams, and there was blood, and dead bodies everywhere, while the living stil moved, trying to run away, away, away. And thus, in fear for their own lives, everybody forgot bout those that were stuck in some room somewhere, waiting for a physical. How convenient for its master.

The bugs were growing restless. The could feel the blood that the other part of the living dark was consuming, and they thirsted to feel it themselves. However, they were stuck in the vent. Michael was not storng enough to control the creature as a whole for much more, however the bugs were a different thing. Separated, they were weak, and only Michael could bind them together. That of course basicly meant the was planning his own death along with everything else's, but who would tell him that? The bugs certainly won't. They couldn't talk after all. But they could scream, they little screams of thurst echoing in the vent, growing stronger, and stronger yet, as they crawled, crawled, looking for warm skin, warm blood, warm fire-every thing the could eat. And they pierced through skin, and they got their blood, and in the end, they suffocate fire.

((OOC- And I was just about to ask if I could have a little freedom with slaming your characters into the walls xD And don't worry, that and the bugs is the wors I had in plan, nothing else. Plus, I pretty much set Mishales death here,since we won't be needing him much after this :P Also, why nobody came to look for them, it just corssed my mind))

"Right, but Loch's injured, so he goes up first," Abel responded to Damien. He helped Loch up to reach Savannah. Loch then quickly turned around and helped Abel up into the vents. From the impatience in Loch's voice, Abel knew not to waste anymore time arguing about who should go up first, he just quickly scrambled up after him. Savannah and Loch were already making their way down the vents, so there was room enough for Abel. He turned around and stretched his hand back down for Damien, but quickly pulled it back.

"Wait... What's that..." he called out. Peering into the darkness in the vents he could hear it. The sound of countless tiny little feet skittering across the vent's surface. It started as a low murmur, but quickly grew into a loud roar echoing down the vents.

"Oh no!" was all Abel could get out before a swarm of screeching insects flooded over him, engulfing him completely.

"Ahh-gah!" he opened his mouth to scream, but found his mouth quickly fill up with insects. They completely filled up and began to spill out of the vent opening over Damien, where Abel had been just a moment ago. Anyone who turned back in the vents would only see a wall of pulsating darkness where Abel used to be. Abel's muffled, panicked screams could still be heard as he desperately struggled amongst the mass of biting scratching darkness. Soon his cries were silenced as they crawled into his open mouth, down his throat.

However, as much as they bit at him, as much as they clawed, they could not have his blood. On instinct, his body used his power to produce a series of counter forces for each tiny claw and mandible. The amount of force created was tiny and miniscule, but that was all that was needed. The insects were small and light. Their bites and scratches were weak. This level of force didn't generate any light at all. Not even a faint glow.

Despite this, Abel was panicking. He struggled to desperately trying to swat the bugs away, but for every insect he pushed away, ten more swarmed into its place. He thrashed around violently, still trying to scream. He slammed into the vent's ceiling and walls causing it to shake and shudder. It was only after a few seconds of his panic that he realized that he was already using his powers to protect himself. Furthermore, with thick mass of insects around him, no one could see what he was doing. There wasn't much room in the vents, and it was hard to move with the insects all over him, but he forced himself to move anyway. He bit down on the insects in his mouth and shifted into position as if he were about to sprint forward, concentrating on gathering up that power he was so reluctant to use. All of that reluctance had disappeared the moment he felt his life was in danger. Just when he began to think that he could bare this no longer, he sprang forward. There was not enough room in the vent to sprint, but that one leap forward sent him moving through the thick mass of insects.

At first he didn't go that far, barely clearing the opening in the vent. He slammed down into the vent, still covered in a mass of insects. He got up and leapt forward again. This time, his magic that moves carried him slightly farther than he should have gone, increasing the momentum of his jump. This use of his powers generated a faint glow, that was easily drowned out by the mass of pulsating darkness around him. He slammed down again, got up, grit his teeth, and jumped a third time. This time, he practically flew down the vent, going down the opposite way Savannah and Loch were headed. From the other's point of view, it would have seemed like the mass of insects suddenly deflated, but Abel was no where to be seen amongst the falling insects. His muffled cries had long been silenced. He was gone.

Really, he was just further down in the darkness of the vent, where he came crashing down. Many of the insects still clinging to him fell off as he slammed into the vent, again causing it to shudder. More and more insects began to crawl out of the darkness and replace those that had fallen. He again kicked himself forward, just as he did before. He was retreating deeper and deeper into enemy territory, getting further and further away from the others, but all he could think of was getting those bugs off of him.

He stepped out of the shadows yet again, this time careful that there truly no one there before he showed his form. He did not wish to kill again, not yet, not here, for he did not want to rile up the darkness from which his new creature was to be made. Having two out of the control and on the hunt for blood was more than enough. With a slight frown on his usually immobile face, he listened. He needed anger, or some other equally strong emotion, in order to summon enough life into the darkness for it to make a creature rather than bugs. And in order to feel anger, he needed something to lit the fire under his mind. A little thing would be enough. He wasn't really mentally stable after all.


Ah, yes, he could feel it, a thousand little legs walking all over somebody's warm flesh. Who was it? He needed to focus a bit more to find out that. And that he did, letting his mind wonder trough the impenetrable darkness he has created, trough the walls and halls, all the way to the little minds of his little bugs. And they were filling his lungs, one of his little friends choking on them, and it made Michael laugh, for how can you choke on dark? Even if it had life, and moved inside you, in your throat, in your lungs, you could still breath, there was no way for the dark to stop the air. But, his little friend didn't know that, he didn't either the first time the bugs though it would be funny to do that, and his fear was making him weak. Untill he did something weird, moving through shadows with speed, separating from the others. Michael frowned. He could not have that. He could not have anyone of them escape. The only question now was, was he going to sent the creature after him, or was he going there himself? Michael smiled.

As he stepped into the shadows again, Michael focused on the boy he felt was away from others. Once he was inside the wall, he opened his eyes, looking, searching, until he could see him, moving. He reached trough the wall with his hand, grabbing the other boy's shoulder. It was high time for him to introduce himself.

((OOC-yes, I gave the bugs a personality xD also, the difference between the style of italic and non italic text is apparently because Michael has two. I can't have him crazy all the time :P))

Loch and Damien exchanged other words. Did Damien call himself fat with that statement? She snorted to herself in amusement.

At first she thought the chill was due to the dust, size of the vent and the cold steel. Then one part of her body warmed up exceptionally quick. One she couldn't react to. Savannah yelped as she felt herself being lifted by none other than Damien, pretty much effortlessly too. "I do not know whether to call you bold or foolish! You are one of those complicated boys that I can not figure out, and that aggravates me!" She snapped behind her as best she could.

Then her attention went to Loch as he advised their next step. She had no complaints with his request, her flame in her hands evaporated into thin air. The vent became all much darker, her pupils widen excessively, likely animal spirits as the fox still had vision in the dark, but this time it was harder. The darkness was unnatural.

Savannah progress a little further into the vents before she felt something was off, to acknowledge her suspicion a cry from Abel echoed in the vent to the point where the fox's ears flopped down and covered them with her hands. Followed were a series a banging noises, each were uncomfortable to listen to due to the reverberations. What was Abel doing? Worst case was he was being attacked, if so by what? Those bugs? Were they that slow? The sounds seemed to have gotten slightly quieter, suggest Abel was heading a different way.

"Fools! One of you attend to him!" She ordered with general concern. Savannah was unable to move back down as the other two boys were behind her. Try to barge past them could result in being wedge into the sides of the vents, no one wants to get stuck at this point.