Detox

Abel wasn't sure if he was alone or not, but he knew he didn't want to be in darkness. He clamored towards the light. He found himself in front of grate with light shining out of it. He quickly slammed the grate out of place, and promptly spilled out of the vent.

As he did he heard screams. He grimaced as he fell to the ground hard. He quickly forced himself up. The first thing he saw were airplanes. Ballons. Fluffy clouds. Well cartoon versions of them, anyway. They were all part of the wallpaper. It was the kind you used to decorate a child's room, or maybe wing in a hospital meant for children.

Weary from the ordeal he had just been through, he managed to turn towards the frightened stares of a group of children and the nurse standing in front of them. They were all pressed up against the wall, staring at Abel in fear.

"W-who are you?" the nurse finally managed to ask.

"I'm... I... I..." Abel started to answer, but his mind found it hard to find the words. He looked to the source of the light. A series of candles all around the room. Not as bright as florescent, but with this many the room was practically filled with light.

"I... just barely... escaped... the darkness..." he said looking back to the vent. He managed to stand, though remained hobbled over. Looking around the room, he noticed three to four cardboard boxes and their contents barricading the room's door.

"Are you okay mister?" a young girl asked as she wandered forward.

"D-don't get close to him..." the nurse pulled her back towards the others.

Abel's breath slowly calmed down as he looked to the innocent young girl, comprehending her words. Too young to understand what was happening. Despite her fear, she was still able to worry about some stranger. Suddenly, he understood how cowardly and shameful he had been acting. No matter how horrible the experience he was suffering was, in the end he had only been thinking about himself. His heart sank, but he forced himself to smile.

"I... I'm fine... Everything's going to be fine," he finally responded, as he straightened up.

The stand off between the both the shadow and the fox came to close. She felt herself ready to shift form and pounce in a glory of blazing flames, except it never happened. There was a bizarre set of sounds behind her, just as she took a quick glance Loch was replaced by a large stead of such. It enclosed on her, what had just happened!

It asked her to ride it, she had to assume this was Lochlann. Leaving now didn't seem like a bad idea, however it wasn't going to be that easy. "Huh?" Savannah felt something in her gut kick her, she shot her eyes to barely catch the sight of the dark creature fly towards her. She had no time to cuss the horse for distracting her or react.

On instinct she raised her wounded right arm to protect herself, at the moment she felt a surge of nerves cry out as the creature came crashing into her. The fox was knocked off her feet, landing hard on her back several feet away from Loch. Savannah yelped and then bit the bottom of her lip hard to silence herself further. A small set of tears formed in her eyes from the pain, the wrapped cloth on her hand had torn also. Several gashes were present on he right arm. A desperate expression formed over the kitsune.

Her free left hand gathered and razed a more intense inferno, she shot it out at the creature in the hope it would do something, anything.

Damien reacted, lining up his shots as if using a targeting array.
"Close your eyes." He shouted to Savannah and Loch... the.. werehorse? He shook his head and blasted three rounds into the darkness that exploded in a brilliant nova of UV light. Each blast had no penetrating power but flared like the sun and the shadows in the room, minus the areas covered by desks, were essentially wiped out as if the lights had been on.

The orbs of UV were spread far enough apart that they lit every bit of the room and he slid his stiker back in the sheath as his eyes adjusted the filter the light. When it finally dissipated, Damien stood there with his eyes looking in the last place he had seen the others, his pistol safely tucked away, and out of sight, waiting for his eyes to adjust once again to the darkness so he could see what was going on and if his tactic had worked.

IT HURT! The light hurt so damn much, even through the connection. The creature disappeared within a secound after the first blast, leaving an empty pach of angre for him to deal with behind. He could not handel it, the pain, the bloodlust that was still there. He had to do something. The easiest way was to spet forward, and grab. He took one of the kids for the neck.

((OOC-Ok, in case it wasn't clear, I just wanted to make sure everybody knew where my characters were now. The fist creature has disapeared, so those with the Loch the werehors are alone for now-the second one is still in the vents, so he was safe, and in the form of the bugs, so it can come back, but, what is most important is that Michael is behind Abel. That's all.))

Tiny screams filled the room as the children ran away from the strange man who seemed to have appeared from nowhere. He was strangling one of the children.

The nurse began to desperately try and pry the man's hands off the child's neck. When Able saw what was happening, he too ran forward and to try and pry the child free. He reached out with his hands to grip the strange man's wrists. If he could get his hands on him, he'd squeeze tightly with superhuman strength.

The idea of a child being in attacked right in front of him, took all precedence. If the man's face was present, Abel would try to punch it with strong right straight.

Through their combined effect they seemed to remove the entity that attacked her. Savannah was unfortunate and failed to react in time to Damien's demands, the flash of light pierced her watery eyes which shortly slammed shut. Her arm became free, she rolled onto her front and curled up into a ball sitting on her shins. The outside world had become a closed curtain which she did not want to open.

Savannah hugged her cut arm, her breathing was coarse. Holding in the pain inside her wishing it away. A short time passed to allow her eyes to see clearly again. She looked up and towards Loch, throwing him a glare. "I could be better." She snarled through her teeth. With some considerable effort she rose to stand, the initial shock of the attack had made her a little weak in the legs. Her feet slowly drifted towards the one sink in the patient room.

Her able hand raced towards the cold water tap and turned it viciously, out came splutters of water before it became a solid flow. Hesitantly she lowered her bloodied arm into the water, a small whimper came from the fox as water stung her wounds.

She took a look back at the two boys, firstly Lochlann. "I was ready to fight over your sorry body that was on the floor, boy." She told him breathlessly. Her gaze was then averted to Damien, why was he here! She did not mind his timely arrival but something was amiss.

"And you, where is the other lad? Abel? I do not see him here." She interrogated with her voice trailing off. Another small short cry came from her as the water chilled and eventually made her arm all more sensitive. Above the sink was a first aid box. She ripped open the door with a blazing hand, the cupboard door scratching across the floor. The contents of the first aid box fell to the floor from the waving of her hand. She crotched down again to find a bandage roll.

With some fiddling she laid it on the floor in front of her and lent down to rest her damaged arm in it. Using her free hand and teeth she wrapped it over her hand to the edge of her elbow. Several more tears dripped from her eyes as the process further provoked her nerves. A double knot was made at the end near her elbow to secure the bandage. She hugged her arm again like a mother would to her child.

When his eyes adjusted to the light he took a cautious look around, making sure everything was clear. When his directional scanners didn't go off he simply assumed that it had worked and made mental note of the effectiveness.It was fine that the Kitsune was walking around being curt with people and he chalked that up to pride. Then she demanded an answer out of him for what had happened to yet another person. Had the emotional suppressors not been on he would have been angry, as it stood he was minorly irked.


"Able is somehow, apparently able to fly, I am not able to fly, thus I was unable to follow him. As a matter of due course I used x-ray scans to attempt to maintain visual with his position but lost him when he had gone too far for my scans to works as this model does not allow me to combine x-ray projection with image magnification as they both utilize the same cathode array. I will remember that pondering the methods of human flight and considering the mathematical criterion for anti-gravity particulate matter in all its forms first before finally giving up due to lack of resources if nothing else and finally come to rescue you, at which point it may be too late, but at least my thesis paper will be mostly done." He offered in a long, almost mechanical explanation of what had happened and spending lots of time being as sarcastic as he could muster. Had he any more time to think of anything he might even have gone so far as to elaborate on why his middle fingers should somehow be raised in order to better transmit the data, but he figured, in hindsight, that it would have been going a little bit overboard.

"That being said, unless anyone in our group can fly, we may want to take to the stairs." He suggested.


((OOC: okay I meant for that to be funny and geeky at the same time, please no one take offense, and if it made you smile send me a PM because I'm all about the smiles :D))