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Post by HN on Apr 29, 2008 17:15:12 GMT
Frankie span around in confusion, eyes looking everywhere in haste. His captives did not get away. It was an unspoken law. He lunged forwards to occupy the space his pet had previously been. He turned around again, searching high and low, desperation, but not a hint of panic evident in his demeanor. A rage slow boiled in his stomach churning it's way up through his chest, billowing a mist of red across his vision.
That is, until something wet and a little bit gross dripped onto his nose. Ice took hold and he froze where he stood. Cross eyed and giving himself a headache, he tried to identify the substance without giving himself away. Two images of the congealing blob split and overlapped before his eyes. Unfortunately his eyes were squarely positions on the front of his face and refused to focus on the blob. So his gaze shifted upwards, his head slowly tilting ever so slightly towards the ceiling. There was nothing there but a single red hand print. Blood. Human blood.
He smirked. What had Sunshine said? She could still sense him? It seemed Little Miss Fix It was also an invisible flying machine. Nice. He was going to pull it's wings off.
"Get him down." He ordered as he walked away, not even bothering to turn to watch the dozens of Bottom Feeders scrabble free of their shadowy confines and leap skywards for their prey. Frankie Grump did not care. He no longer needed the human, though would no doubt keep him around for kicks and giggles. Right now, he had a trio of sisters to see, and a Time Lord to purchase.
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Post by HN on Apr 29, 2008 17:42:01 GMT
Today was not like any other day. Laying in bed he could hear his mother labored breaths, felt her panic as she fought for the oxygen she needed to survive. He was all too aware when the room went silent. Tears welled blurring his vision as a hand took tight hold of his chest and squeezed until he himself could no longer breathe. He would not cry out, but instead sobbed silently as his eyes strained in the gloom and blinked away great masses of salty tears, following a crack in the ceiling from start to finish and back again. That unyielding, undeniable feeling of despair filled every inch of him as he remained in his bed, frozen. In his mind this was just a dream. If he did not move, did not check on his mothers vitals, it would not be real, and he would be saved.
But it was real. Slowly the realization dawned that she was gone forever, and that he was alone this place. He was not crying for her now, he was crying for himself. He did not wait for the morning to arrive, did not bother to wash himself or hide his distress. Nor did he need to pay homage to the cooling body that would slowly rot in his cell. If he saw her, he would never again function.
He stormed out into the night. A hard breeze had picked up, tangling his hair and cooling his wet cheeks. It did nothing to sooth the lump in his throat, preventing him from ever again swallowing. He would waste away to nothing, he feared, but then, he didn't think he would ever want to eat again, his stomach was so full of worms.
He had two options. Curl into a ball and wail himself to an early death, or save the Doctor and maybe live once again. He chose life. He chose to fight. And so, he went to work.
Horris became a man.
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Post by Sylar on Apr 29, 2008 18:28:36 GMT
Sylar was not going down without a fight. And he was done playing games. He was too old and far too powerful to play this kind of cat and mouse. He could have killed them all three times over, but he had be kind and let them get the better of him twice. Well the hustle was over. He had learned all the lessons he needed. The Little girl was only a threat to him when he was dead...he shook off the unpleasant feeling that had come over him just before he had returned to life. The Porcupine was one a threat if she could see him, her aim was deadly, and he could easily relieve her of her eyes. And the troll...well he was meat. He threw his weight around like a championship wrestler, but there was no art of guil in his killing. So in that respect again Sylar had the upper hand, but he would not kill him. If the Doctor was here and had got herself into trouble then he would need a 'native' to find her. He wasn't about to wander about the vast wastes of wherever on the offchance he would discover her, and she was after all his designated driver. No he needed the troll alive...ish.
The depserate and half alive slaves around them threw themselves towards the cieling and could do nothing but drage him down, but as they landed they found they were scrabbling, grabbing, chewing, pinching and maiming only themselves. One even found their own shin in it's teeth. Once again their pray had simply vanished. But unlike before Sylar appeared elsewhere. Right infront of Frankie. He smiled, his teeth discoloured by his own blood. With incredible strength he lifted the troll up by his shirt and threw him across the room. Elbeth attacked almost immediately, but unlike before Sylar was ready for her. The minute needle that was propelling itself towards him faster than could be seen u-turned mid air and returned upon it's keeper hitting the woman in one of her eyes with an unpleasant pop. Like Sylar before her she fell on her knees. The girl ran to her troll's aid as the scampering rat like slaves disappeared back into the swewers they had crawled from in fear.
Sylar paced accross the room, limping a little as his hobbled ankle crunched, and healed as he walked.
"Right." He siad, his voice grating as his windpipe stiched back together in hie throat, his voice sounded raspy and painful, he spat out a mouthfull of lumpy blood. "Your turn. Where's the Doctor!"
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Post by HN on Apr 29, 2008 20:35:53 GMT
That had been somewhat unexpected. And annoying. And a little bit painful. But mostly unexpected. His father had once told him to always expect the unexpected and anticipate the unforeseen. Now he was at the mercy of creature that could not be programmed, categorized or easily referenced. Daddy would be so disappointed. It angered him. Beyond words.
Frankie Grump was not best known for his great patience nor his kindly gentle personality, but no one had ever witnessed a complete break down. Today Frankie Grump lost control of his fury.
"Get out of my way." He growled in a voice so low that it shook the ground. The creatures around shuddered and shrank away as Frankie Grump began to grow and loom over the top of the human. All dimensions increased turning ever more intimidating, until clothes and skin alike began to split and tear, and a brown viscous fluid oozed from his innards. Flesh fell away and slopped onto the concrete floor, revealing the true beast within.
Frankie Grump was like his father. He had been infected by an insect larva, from an early age. The creature took hold of its hosts neurological functions, growing, pressing harder and harder on the adrenaline secreting Pituitary gland, turning its victim into a being of pure anger and rage. Both Father and son had been unaware of their condition until their deaths.
What once had been Frankie Grump was now a cockroach like creature, 17 feet tall and very angry. It was not a stupid animal. In fact, It was a being of great intelligence. It retained all of Frankies memories, knowledge and rage. It was also hungry.
It stared down at the human Sylar with one of many eyes. Dinner? It shook It's pincers and scratched It's head with one of six hands/feet. No. As always, It thought of nothing but the Doctor. It would kill the Doctor. The Creature Formally Known As Frankie Grump, wanted to be free, and blamed the Doctor for It's captivity. Having lost It's humanoid form, It would need bait to retrieve the Time Lord from the Runcoon. If a cockroach could smirk, It smirked down at Sylar right now. Not dinner. Bait.
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Post by Sylar on Apr 29, 2008 21:05:57 GMT
"Oh sh!t." said Sylar.
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Post by HN on Apr 29, 2008 21:26:42 GMT
All eight eyes were firmly on the puny human below.
"How dare you use such vile tongue in my presence." It bellowed, swinging one mighty hairy legs down to slap Sylar across the face.
"You shall watch your manners little person, or I shall squash you like a bug." A beat, and then It roared with laughter, loud and painful. The Bottom Eaters that had not wet themselves and run quivering into the darkness, slapped clawed hands to the sides of disfigured faces. Blocking the ears of the sound, and sobbing into the din.
"Now." It pawed at the human thing and lowered himself onto all sixes, pincers intimidatingly close to Sylars face.
"You are going to do a job for me."
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Post by Sylar on Apr 29, 2008 21:38:19 GMT
Sylar's eyebrows raised magnificently high as he clutched his stinging cheek. It was one thing to deal with humans, it was really quite another to deal with big slobbering insects with remarkably good diction for what was essentially a daunting set of mandibles and very little lip.
"I don't work for insects." He said, "Especially one's with bad breath." He clarified. Pushing his hand forward and knocking the creature on its back like he used to do with the spiders he trapped under tumblers in the summer on the steps of their Brooklyn tennement.
He took hold of one of the creature formally known as frankie's hairy legs and yanked hard. It came off easily with his strength and spat an omninous looking viscous yellow liquid out of the orrifice. The creature made a noise like screaming and Sunshine ran to its aid.
"Now that's just creepy. Puts a whole new meaning on 'Beauty and the beast.' Seriously when I get home, I'm seeling it to Disney." Sylar said pushing the child out the way. "Five to go. I loved doing this as a kid."
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Post by HN on Apr 29, 2008 21:46:27 GMT
TCFKAFG rolled on It's shell, kicking out with it's damaged leg. It would not be damaged for long, and hopefully the Human Sylar would get a mouthful of highly acidic blood for his trouble. As It rolled and twisted, It caught Sylar's ankles with a long spindly leg, sweeping him off his feet and slamming him hard into the concrete.
"Now that was plain rude. Your mother never taught you many manners did she?"
Treating him like the child he was, TCFKAFG ruffled Sylars hair and hissed in his face.
"You Sir, shall do exactly as I request, or you shall find yourself without a heart in your chest, or a brain in your skull. Will you return from the dead then? I think not."
It slapped Sylar once more.
"You shall go to the Runcoon lair and pay whatever price they ask for the Female Doctor. I would very much like to meet her again."
With a snap of his fingers (?!?!) a pair of Bottom Feeders emerged and coward before their Master.
"Take him."
That was the final word. TCFKAFG tenderly picked Sunshine up from the ground and hoisted her onto It's shell. "Ride up there my dear."
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Post by Sylar on Apr 30, 2008 10:06:14 GMT
Sylar wondered whether to attack the bug out of spite, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, it was still full of his own blood. He wasn't afrid of the insect's threats, he was too powerful for that, but he did feel a little dizzy, massive blood loss, whether he as able to heal or not, didn't seem to be a wise third course of action.
He shook off the arms of the stinking things that grabbed his arms, scolded one of them badly as his temper flared. He double checked, he wasn't heating up in a 'bad' way. it would have been an option if the Doctor hadn't still been around. He would have to keep an eye on that. They scuttled away.
"Pay with what?" He demanded. "I don't negotiate, i'll kill them fine if you're incapably or too cowardly to do it yourself. But I wouldn't 'give' her over to you." He laughed, "She's mine." Though he would rather fetch her than send the bug and his creepy date after her alone. Nevertheless, he didn't want to wander off and get lost, and he was far too ...well...special to be dragged off by minons. Goading the five-legged freak and little miss ringu to leading the way would give him the perfect opportunity to save the doctor from whatever mess she had clearly got herself in, and then they could go off somewhere much nicer, with ice-cream and pinocoladas...
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Post by HN on Apr 30, 2008 20:21:07 GMT
The man named Horris sneaked stealthily across the darkness and into liar of the Runcoon. He stepped inside, dropping to a crouch just left of the doorway to survey his surroundings. Keeping to the shadows, almost completely blanketed in gloom, he skulked forwards, keeping low to the ground. He had spotted his mark as soon as he had entered the room. She was beautiful, glowing golden in the night as she seemingly slept soundly. Long locks of blond hair, gray the absence of light, but in his mind shone brightly in the sun. Her skin was unmarred and perfectly smooth. He wondered briefly, if he saved her, if he kissed her awake and steeled her away, would she be his bride?
A crack in the depths of the dimly lit room snapped him back to reality with a thud. They were not alone. A demon was awake. This was not the time for day dreams and fantasies. Now was the time to slip in and out unnoticed. Everything else came later. Dropping to his belly, he slithered forwards like a snake, going unnoticed amongst the sleeping whores that littered the ground. His eyes were on his Princess. His hands on her elbow. Breath touching the nape of her neck. How he wished to just lick her there and then. Instead he whispered to the girl pretending to sleep:
"Run."
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Post by Sylar on May 1, 2008 12:07:12 GMT
Of course if it was that easy the Doctor would have probably gone off already.
But it wasn't going to be that easy, because the Runcoon were not stupid.
Their sweet hypnotic and quite paralytic breath worked on every creature the Runcoon had yet come into contact with, it made them pliable and easy to lead. If the Runcoon ordered them to sleep, then they would sleep, if they said screw then they would screw, and if they said kill…of course the Runcoon were not strong creatures, but who needed strength. Strength was unnecessary when they could overpower their prey with only a whisper. No, they were quite confident that the Doctor wasn't going to be running anywhere, let alone the fact that she had recently suffered quite invasive surgeries and 'tests' to confirm her status.
Nevertheless she was of considerable value to the Runcoon and while they slept off the after effects of their afternoon’s smoking, only a doze, they were not going to allow the (highly likely chance) that some thing or some rival would try and steal away their prize. They were in a criminal facility after all, and the first thought crossing the minds of every evil, malicious, conniving, nasty, sly, vicious, horrible, callous, back-biting, and thieving creature in the place would have been how they could get their hands on the 'Last of the Time Lords' without a coin or favor passing into the hands of the Runcoon.
In fact, Horris was not alone in his rescue attempt (though 'rescue' could not be said to be the intention of the several sneaking, creeping things that scuttled in the darkness, their eyes on Horris with his arm on the Doctor) and running was not going to be an option. The Runcoon had taken great pains to ensure that the Doctor would be running nowhere. They had laced her ankles together and leashed her, the coiled chin lay held tightly in their hands, and their gathered employees sat with the order to maim anything that dared to take away their new favourite. They were not about to let the Doctor get away either. Several of the larger and more dangerous looking of the crowd had even been promised their freedom in exchange for their protection of the docile Time Lord.
No it looked as if Horris was not going to be able to be the gallant rescuer, not today.
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Post by HN on May 1, 2008 18:03:14 GMT
The Doctor opened one and a smiled at the young boy that had seemingly come to rescue her. She vaguely remembered being a man once upon a time, and offering a beautiful blond his hand, telling her to run in that seductive manner that made hearts thumbs and knees to turn to jelly. To be on the opposite side of the conversation made her stomach flutter in a peculiar, and frankly, unhealthy manner. This was new. This was exciting.
Trying to stand, she jerked against her bonds. When had they locked her up? When had she fallen asleep? She didn't really remember, but she felt the fog had lifted. Her superior biology had metabolized the toxin the Rancoon had sprayed at her. It seemed the others around her were not so lucky. She sighed deeply, but not at all loudly. Sylar had melted her Sonic Screwdriver, and so she had no way to escape the cuffs holding her down.
"Maybe you could find the key?" She kept her voice low, eying him carefully. He was so young, not much more than a child. Could she morally send him deeper into the liar, to his almost certain doom, just to help her escape? Was she that important to the world? Should she not pay for her war crimes in the same way everyone else on the Compound was forced to?
She closed her eyes tightly, and breathed again.
"Quickly now." She continued, shooing the lad away. Maybe she should suffer. But she was also a coward.
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Post by Sylar on May 2, 2008 10:40:22 GMT
The Creature formally known as Frankie Grump was not going to take such backchat clearly, and this had the unfortunate side effect of enraging him. He swung at Sylar's neck with his great pincer like legs and to be quite frank (ooc: pun intended) would have severed Sylar's head from his body had not Sylar almost immediatly frozen time where it stood. His reactions with that particular power hoever were not fast and it took just about too long. Meaning when he opened his eyes the insect's sharp claws had alread dug a little way into his flesh. This was unfortunate. It meant that in order to freehimself from the monster's grip without loosing his head he would have to move his body in space. Though he had the ability to manipulate time for a long while Sylar rarely used the ability to travel through space. He had little need for it, and was not as accurate as he liked (ever the perfectionist), so he had simply refrained from embarrasing himself by attempting it.
Yet, he now had very little choice and so would have to move his carcass as far away as possible from the unpleasant situation. The second question when he made this kind of decision was 'where'. Not knowing where exactly he was, and wary of jumping out of the pot and into the fire he had really only one choice. He needed to get hold of the Doctor, he needed to be where she was, so they could both make a swift exit.
finding the Doctor, as happens, was not as hard as it might have first seemed. In the soundless space, eyes of the bug staring down at him with rage, the laughing child on his back pointing down at their soon to be dead pet with desperate hunger,, he had a clear picture of the Doctor in his mind and knew instinctively exactly where she was. He LOVED that ability. He smiled, tried not to move too much for fear of the monster's grip cutting through some important muscle and dissapeared from his current location.
The-creature-known-as-Frankie-Grump's Pincers closed tightly on thin air and Sunshine ceased laughing.
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Post by Sylar on May 2, 2008 13:08:00 GMT
Lori, Jani and Socrassi dozed soundly in bliss upon the pillows they had harvested from those that had not followed their schemes. Lori dremt of freedom and rolling in the sands of their home. Socrassi was also dreaming of rolling in things, the bags of money they would have thanks to their latest prize. Jani dreamt of lying in the arms of the man from whom she had been seperated when she and her sisters had been incarcerrated.
They were not far from the Doctor, not far in the slightest and as they slept so too did the creatures in their thrall. Horris tiptoed through the sleeping creatures. He laid his hands upon the chain that lay looped in their hands and set about loosening it.
It was at that moment that, slightly off his mark and still bleeding/covered in his own blood, that Sylar landed face first in amongst the sleeping trio, waking them instantly by rudely bleeding on their bed.
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Post by HN on May 3, 2008 9:50:11 GMT
Horris froze, eyes wide and terrified as some creature, seemingly human, though you could never tell around here, materialized in front of him. He did not gasp, or cry out. In his mind, despite this persons sudden arrival, he was still unnoticeable if he just stayed quiet. He was mistaken beyond words, but he did not know that yet. How could he? Yet he soon found out. The trio lurched awake, howling and turning on the creature that had attacked them in their sleep. Horris tried to slink away, muttering words of prayer under his breath. He kept going, if he could just reach the Doctor... He did not break his stride, his walking morphing into a run as he gave up on stealth, chain clutched firmly in his hands. He did not stop, would not. Not until a cold, strong claw grabbed at his shoulder, yanking him back with some force, voiding him of any breath. Horris did not swear as a rule, but when he was faced by a tusked boar like creature, the trios body guard, he did swear. Loudly. His eyes made contact with the other human. He only hoped that he could understand his plea.
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