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Post by Sylar on May 4, 2008 10:07:54 GMT
Sylar acted on instinct, after giving the-creature-formally-known-as-frankie-grump the benefit of the doubt and accidentally letting himself die twice in quick succession he wasn't going to give anyone else the same luxury. His rule was now: if it's not the Doctor, it's dead.
So when he landed in the pile of slender red skinned females he didn't really think about it too hard before he snapped the first one's neck. This happened to be Lori, though of course Sylar did not know this. She slumped in this arms and he scrambled to get himself up. There was an ear splitting scream. He grabbed hold of his sensitive ears to protect them from shattering, sought out the thing making the noise with his mind and promptly throttled it; this happened to be Jani, though again Sylar did not know this. Jani chocked on his invisible grip and shortly landed on the limp form of her dead sister.
Crassi was about to launch herself on the man who had murdered her sisters with such little care, when she noted the chain attached to the Doctor running free. She stamped her foot down on it, but it kept pulling, and Sylar took the opportunity in the distraction in order to send her in exactly the same direction as her sisters. Holding out his hand he lifted her from her feet. She fixed his with a committed stare, unable to let out even a drop of her unpleasant breath. Her eyes flicked to the bodyguard currently attacking to person trying to relieve them of their prize, it was Crassi hat required its protection (having come to the decision that saving her own life was of greater than keeping hold of the Time Lord - if she survived the Doctor would be hers again soon enough, and a Runcoon without their kin was not a pleasant being).
Sylar followed the bulging eyes of his prey as she choaked and saw Horris, mid mawling by the boar like creature. the Boar like creature met Crassi's...and almost instantly turned on its hind legs and made a great leap for Sylar.
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Post by HN on May 4, 2008 16:21:48 GMT
Horris's eyes bulged. This creature before him was not human, he was far too powerful. He took on the sisters and their guards with precision of a seasoned killer. This animal slashed around, sending out fire bolts and invisible nooses as others of the Runcoons most loyal followers launched themselves towards him. This was no place for a child like Horris, and certainly no place for a beauty like The Doctor. He turned then, determined to rescue his Princess and remove her from the presence of this Angel of Death.
Horris stumbled onwards falling at her feet, chain clasped tightly in his hand.
"I did it!" He declared, not bothering with hushed tones or quiet movements. He freed her quickly and swam in her most radiant smile for a second. He took her hand, kissing it lightly, and then leading her away from this cacophony of screaming animals.
To the doorway, they were nearly there, almost free. Soon they could rest in each others arms, lovers and best of friends. But the Doctor stopped him.
"I thank you." She said, stroking his face with that dainty hand of hers and smiling brightly. "But I must go back and rescue my friend, and I can not ask a boy so young to follow me into harms way."
She turned, the scent of her hair catching on the wind and bombarding his nostrils.
"I follow you gladly my Sweet." He gave chase, returning to the pit of hell.
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Post by Sylar on May 5, 2008 19:54:12 GMT
A great many things threw themselves at Sylar and he did his damndest to throw them off. Things with spikes, things with pikes, things with horns and things with scorns, things that groped and things that poked, and things that smelt distinctly smoked. In fact when Thing #50 threw itself on him (he had no idea WHAT it was but it was spitting a nasty viscous and oily substance from somewhere Sylar could not quite note) he couldn't really fight any more. Flames doused; extremeties pierced, sliced, healed and pierced again; arms aching; movement restricted; and with a the constant physical bombardment and defensiveness required he hadn't the time and concentration to jump his body somewhere relativbely 'safer', Sylar's fight began to fail.
Crassi watched as her employees took the murderer down. She looked on with glee, sad that she wouldn't have the chance to kill him herself. But without her sisters she would loose all her hold over the assorted (currently enraged) minions. It required all three of them to maintain the level of hypnotic enthrallment, and without ... she tried not to show her sadness... no. Crassi would heve to run. She had no way to say goodbye to her sisters. But she swore she would avenge their deaths, and find who sent their soldier into their throne.
Crassi Runcoon ran.
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Post by HN on May 5, 2008 21:19:38 GMT
It was a death march. Striding into danger with no plan, nor hope to succeed, and for what? To save the life of one human ape? A human who had taken more life in cold blood than she ever had? A human that probably did not deserve to exist, let alone see the stars in all their glory. And yet she walked on, a young boy following in her footsteps to his certain doom, but she cared little. Her eyes were like stone upon the man fighting for his life. If only she could redeem him, transform him into a creature of light, if only she could save him, maybe there was hope for her too.
She stopped, frozen in time like a statue as an idea sparked into her mind. She had not been in this Compound long, nor had she seen much of the workings of this cell, but she knew one thing. She changed her trajectory, heading towards the wall at a run now that the idea was forming a perfect plan and setting up home in her head.
She reached her destination, her hands deftly retrieving the cold steel triangle that hung from a rusty nail. She hit it, hard. A loud chime filled the air, causing the boy Horris to flinch and grasp his ears. Everyone else in the room halted in their tracks. Turning salivating mouths in the direction of the sound, they all dropped their conquest and bounded towards the Doctor.
"Ok, now we run." She yelled, grabbing Horris by the hand and sprinting towards the entrance.
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Post by Sylar on May 6, 2008 15:28:37 GMT
There was a deafening ringing in his ears. Which Sylar was unable to protect himself from, due to the fact that one thing had, and was gnawing on, one arm; and that not long before the other had been unscrupulously broken. The noise disturbed all his senses, set his back teeth on edge and made his eyeballs ache in their sockets. For a moment it was almost as if his head was going to explode. Which of course meant that any of the things he had been holding off using all the power he could simply rushed forward again in a second wave of attack, though they almost immediately turned and followed the Doctor and Horris out of the door they had already done their damage. Fuelled with a rage that hadn't been embued into them by the Runcoon, but that seemed to have purpose to kill and maim and eat away at anything even remotely alive, the things that had been calmed and controlled by the Runcoon's breath had now broken free. And they were a terrifying thing.
As for Sylar, healing himself from one killer blow would have been easy, but a body with multiple cuts and breaks and brusies, perferations and tears, was not so easy. His body didn't quite know where to start and so he lay like a shreadded mess on the stuffed hides of the Runcoon's conquests, both he and the dead cushioning lay stained with his blood and anything the things excreted upon him in their rabid attack.
He could taste his blood on his tongue, it was metallic and sticky and unfortunately seemed to be the most common flavor in his memory. Blood ran from his nose, a busted cheekbone, and he was certain that there was a worrying crack in his skull. His breath was raspy and full of the sound of bubbing fluid. Breathing was painful, he could feel his ribs perforating his lungs. But they slowly began to pull themselves healed. He struggled to lift his unbroken arm and inspect the holes in his chest with his careful fingers. Though he could barely lift his twisted neck to see them, the unpleasant warm and wet and distinctly mushy sensation that his touch inspired was telling of more wounds, bites and gouges than he wanted to see. His bones must be so unpleasantly scarred after everything they had been through.He let his bruised head fall back with the weight of exhaustion. He knew would have to be more careful in the future. The future? it sretched ahead of him a grand distance, and time to heal was all he needed. Time. Moving forwards like it was supposed to, or even at the plod he was currently experiencing, was a great healer.
In the silence that surrounded him and the other associated dead in the cell he began to hear voices draw themselves out of the deafness. His ear drums were restitching themselves and resonating dully with distant voices. It took a while to interpret the muffled noises and deep groans, but he began to discern them slowly; one solid, superior and masculine, laced with disdain was mirrored in conversation by the musical voice of a woman which held an incredible amount of weight and intelligence.
"You are the Compound warden Tobian." said the female with flirtation. "That does not need to mean you care what I am doing. Wasn't that our accord. Besides I thought you didn't care, I thought you were incabable of care. Perhaps I was wrong."
"No." said the man with power. "Not in the slightest. How could I care about this trash, any of them. The Proclaimation sends them here to appear liberal in their enforcement, I may be a warden by wrote but I am an executioner by proxy your Ladyship. How I go about dispatching the ghettoed mob is down simply to style rather than direction. They must all eventually die, and it must never seem to be at the will of the Proclaimation, more ingenious accidental ways must be found. Let them tear each other limb from limb for food. Let them fight amongst themselves. Let them crawl into the slimy depths and rot of boredom and abandonment. Let them destroy their minds. Do what you will. I barely care. I care only that they hurry up and die. And decrease the ever increasing population..."
"Charles Dickens." said the ethereal voice with an almost laugh. "I used to know his number one fan."
"Fan?" enquired the man.
"Never mind. So," she continued, "More wine?"
"Now that," Said the man, "Is something I care deeply about."
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Post by HN on May 6, 2008 19:19:53 GMT
His hand was firmly in hers, as they bolted across the clearing side by side. Comrades, joined in their terror. The inmates were getting closer to their heels, and it was thrilling beyond words. Running on pure adrenaline, The Doctor and Horris aimed for the pillars ahead, hoping against hope that number 34 would mark safe passage.
"Jeepers, they are like animals!" Horris hissed, breath erupting from his lungs in short sharp bursts, burning his lungs like salt in an open wound. "Why won't they just stop?"
She looked at him, soft blue eyes twinkling purple in a non existent light. Sadness crept into her bittersweet smile.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, she had barely broke into a sweat, but she was of higher biology and so this was to be expected. "This is my fault.
"Never." He retorted as powerfully as a boy could when removed of his wind. But he was a child, in fatal peril, and she had dragged him into this. This was her fault. Intentionally or no.
She dragged him down behind a pillar, into the depths of a shadowy corner. It was beyond the realm of the Runcoon, and they should be safe. That is until TCFKAFG, or his lackies, came upon them. She rested her body for a moment, watching their pursuers keenly. They would dare not approach the 34th Pillar, yet they did not respond like the intelligent beings that they were. No. There was something odd going on.
"Do they seem a little primal to you?" She asked the boy in a hushed voice, watching with interest as one crocodile like creature took a bite out of a yellow spiny humanoid.
"It's a jungle out there." Horris responded, nestling his head into the beautiful womans silky blond hair. Even after the run and the fight it still smelled of apricots and violets on a spring morning. Not that Horris had ever experienced either of these things, but it was how he imagined they would smell. "Dog eat dog. You know?"
The Doctor nodded, comforting her number one fan with a gentle arm around his narrow shoulders.
"But this is something else." Something was very very wrong.
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Post by Sylar on May 6, 2008 21:08:56 GMT
With a great wrench and an audible scream Sylar rolled onto his front with a slap as his blooded and still gored chest hit the stony floor. He screwed up his face in pain. But the voices were a comfort to him. The sensibility of their conversation compared to the distant screams was an inspiration. Here were people in charge of their destinies and, it seemed, everyone else in the Compound. He had been playing games with the cattle when he should have been finding his way to the rustler. No worries, he could easily bend them to his will, once healed, make them bring him the Doctor, take charge regain his position power, get her out of harms way, fetch the TARDIS to him, to her, so that they could leave. He could be her Hero.
But he didn't have time to heal. That luxury was not going to be given, he had to try for the sake of the Doctor, to move a little quicker.
"After dessert, " said the woman distantly with control, "I'll show you first hand." She said, "I know you'll like that."
Though this time the man did not respond. This seemed odd to Sylar, as he crawled himself along the floor, leaving bloodied hand prints on the stone, but even stranger to Tobian Bathchild Clubfoot III. Tobian stared at the woman he quite loved. They had had dinner before, over and over again. He trusted her. but now he was unable to respond. He stared open mouthed at her Ladyship, numb from head to foot from the refined paralytic in the wine he had been fed.
"Don't worry." said the woman, "You won't feel a thing."
Sylar was going to have to move a little faster.
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Post by HN on May 6, 2008 21:25:43 GMT
The Creature Formally Known As Frankie Grump sat back on his immense rear legs and surveyed his kingdom. It was his. It had been his as long as he could remember. Back when he was a larva skulking in the skull of a teenage tearaway. He was in charge, and in complete control. And yet, things were spiraling. The human had escaped him, and this angered him. What was more, the Doctor was no where nearer to being his. His bottom feeders had yet to return, and last he heard, they were fighting amongst themselves over some left over meat. No one had any discipline anymore. It was a disgrace.
He clapped his paws together, gracefully acting the part of Fuhrer whilst under the eye of his beloved.
"You two." He beat out his orders to a pair of Lurchers, sending them on their way. Surveillance intelligence was coming in thick and fast, and it seemed the Doctor was running scared, and heading this way. "Intercept her. Bring her to me now. Bring her alive."
The lean four legged creatures shot off like greyhounds, wiry springs, slinking low to the ground. They would not disappointed.
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Post by HN on May 7, 2008 11:32:11 GMT
The need to investigate was an overwhelming sensation, but she couldn't help but wonder about the whereabouts of Sylar. She had drawn the pack away from him, but he would be injured badly and might need her help. The group before her was slowly disbanding, seemingly they were proud owners of the low attention span and lack of discipline.
Clutching Horris's hand in hers, she crept forwards, keeping to the gloom and shadows provided by the buildings in the night. If only she could join forces with Sylar, and then they could get back to the Tardis and escape this place.
The Tardis! She halted abruptly, eyes wide with concern. They should have passed her Time Machine during their flight for survival. Surely no one had moved it?
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Post by Sylar on May 7, 2008 15:16:28 GMT
Horris and the Doctor couldn't stop to investigate the dissapearance of the TARDIS nor the unatural behaviour of the inmates about them. In the darkness there came a distinctly unpleasant breath laced with the scent of digesting meat.
The Lurchers gave chase, and Horris and the Doctor having barely caught their breath, ran, again, in the direction of where the TARDIS had been.
Meanwhile Bob, having left his master to his 'tete a tete' with the frankly unerving prisoner, went back on his rounds and found, to his surprise that all was rotten in the State of Denmark. 'So to speak'. Something smelt distinctly off and it wasn't his pipe smoke. There was an unusually high level of screaming for this time of day, or was it night, he never could tell. He trooped off into the Compound 'recreation ground' where the bodies of more than those TBC had killed lay prostrate on the floor.
Usually the inmates dragged the carcasses away, the meat was paired up, shredded and divided; with as close to civil trade as could be if it wasn't for the fact they were selling joints of their fallen comrades. Not today. No tonight. Without care the rabid members of this thing that passed for society gnawed on the uncooked meat of the dead. He quickly took up his gun and aimed it at the darkness warily. He wasn't going to die today. Tonight. Whatever.
Someone ran past him in a blur, someone he had earlier delivered to the Runcoon thinking it the best for her. Someone who was clearly at a loss and desperate for survival with an overtly sexed boy in her hand, an overtly sexed (surprisingly strong) boy who carried a heavy chain with him and still seemed to manage to run at pace (!).
He would have raised his eyebrows if he had any. But he didn't, the Judoon weren't known for the expressive nature of their faces. He turned and looked behind. A pair of lurchers were giving chase. The circumstances were of no consequence to him, and given the clearly insane nature of the inmates he was not going to think twice before with great accuracy he shot both creatures and left them kicking out and whining on the floor as they met their end.
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Post by HN on May 8, 2008 16:37:17 GMT
Gun shots. Horris froze mid step, his hand slipping from the grasp of his beloved. She turned to him, his fear reflecting back at him from the depths. She was surprised. She was disappointed. All this was obvious. And then, blank. He watched with added confusion as she hid everything so deep under the surface that it was lost to him. She nodded slowly, understanding, and went on alone.
He loved her, of that he was sure. As sure as any adolescent could be of the feelings and hormones that raged beneath his skin. But he was still a child, and he feared his demise above all else. No. He would not run into the line of fire for her. He would sneak between the sleeping bodies of his colleagues, but bullets? No.
He turned and walked away, feeling the exhaustion weighing on every bone in his body. His eye lids fluttered closed as he wandered aimlessly. He had not been sleeping well these days. With the death of his mother, he doubted he would ever sleep again. Realization that he had lost both his matriarch and true love in one passion filled night dawned and he began to cry. He doubted he would ever stop.
When a creature of unknown nature placed a sympathetic hand upon his shoulder, Horris turned and lashed out. The small Gnome like elder went down without a fight, whimpering and batting at Horris' face in defense. Like an animal, Horris kept fighting, kept punching, crunching the kindly old mans nose into his shattered skull. The man was dead. Horris lay in the pool of blood, crying forever.
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Post by HN on May 8, 2008 16:51:00 GMT
With a heavy heart(s) the Doctor strode on alone. She had lost her friend. She had lost her lover. Now she had lost the Tardis. She was furious. How dare anyone touch her Tardis! But she refused to fret. She had been in worse situations then these, and as a man. It was a well known fact that the male of the species were weak and kittenish. She coped then, surely she would cope now.
She kept her body low and guarded, keeping to the deepest shadows, the kind that would swallow you whole and never spit you out. She had nearly 1000 years experience at creeping, and she was now smaller, lighter and more agile. Why then, she ran into a wandering Jadoon, she had no idea. What was worse, was she recognised this man.
She eyed the alien suspiciously. He could not be an inmate here. He was a soldier of the Shadow Proclamation, that was certain. Why then, had he taken her to the Runcoon? Why, when he surely knew her innocence? Why was he walking the Compound? This was not Shada. The creatures here were left to rot, not heavily supervised or punished. What was going on?
Normally she would not mix with creatures such as this. Even she, the Doctor, knew not to poke her nose into the business of the Jadoon. But she needed answers. Now.
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Post by Sylar on May 8, 2008 20:13:36 GMT
"You couldn't stay put could you?" Bob said, though his tone wasn't too harsh, she looked ...tetchy. "it's dangerous out here." He wrapped his hoof like hand around the Doctor's arm and pulled her aside into a tunnel running deeper into the Compound. "Pretty thing like you will be dead in seconds. The Runcoon will..."
The woman pulled her arms from his grasp and scowled, staring at him with eyes like thunder. Bob paused and looked at her curiously. "I don't know, " He said, "you try and do a nice thing..." He grabbed the trailing chain and pulled her behind, his inset eyes scouring the shadows for anything strange.
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Post by HN on May 9, 2008 13:04:07 GMT
She had no choice but to follow, though she put up a fight at first. But without her Sonic Screwdriver, she this was a lost cause. Time to come up with Plan B. Maybe it was time to infiltrate the Shadow Proclamation and find out exactly what was going on here.
"Take me to your leader." She responded, with a laugh, and then skipped along side him, humming to herself.
"So." She said after a moments silence. She was no longer afraid of her surroundings. The Jadoon would scare away the riff raff. "Tell me what 's going on around here. It all seems a little chaotic."
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Post by HN on May 9, 2008 13:08:50 GMT
The wailing was of an unknown origin. It was inhuman and pierced the air like a lightening bolt. TCFKAFG cursed loudly, his ears not becoming accustomed to the sound as soon as he would have liked. Maybe an animal was dying slowly in the rain.
"Sunshine my sweet, would you be a dear and find out what that infernal racket is?"
Normally he would not send her out alone, though he knew she was more than capable. He saw her as a prized possession, and never risk her delicate skin. However all his men were out searching for the Doctor, and this creature was near to home. He couldn't just ignore it.
"Put whatever it is, out of it's misery."
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