07-19-2017, 09:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-19-2017, 09:17 PM by Summer.
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Ah, fuck. Somerled swore in his mind as Sun fell to his knees beside him. Blood gushed out from a new hole in his shoulder, put there courtesy of their good friend, the Gunslinger. The monster cast a panicked glance towards the direction they should have been running now, and to the closed-off wall behind them. They didn’t have time for this shit. The nothingness was relentlessly closing in on them. His eyes shifted over to further down the hallway, where Jim stood, halted mid-stride, lips flapping as he shouted something he couldn’t hear.
Fuck. He fell to a knee as well, turning to face the fallen monkey. His mind raced desperately as he eyed the wound, he had so many questions and this was entirely out of his expertise. What would Sonny do? His other half was well-versed in first aid, but with his deafness, he couldn’t communicate. As he debated and deliberated, one thing came to mind, the only thing he knew how to do.
Cauterization.
He stared deep into the boy’s panicked eyes, his face growing pale, and mouthed that word to him. Sun grimaced, and nodded solemnly. Somerled didn’t waste a second, already beginning to channel the necessary spell. Electrical current coursed through his body, and he roughly planted both of his hands on either side of the wounded shoulder, palms digging into the bullet hole.
Lightning flashed silently in the storm spirit’s hands, and beneath his firm grip, Ogong’s body jerked, muscles assaulted by the current. The delicious smell of burned flesh filled the monster’s nose as electrical plasma seared the wounds closed. Without missing a beat, Somerled sprang to his feet, dragging Sun up by the hood with him. His gaze shot over to Jim, still standing in the same position, and he flashed the soldier a thumbs-up, before throwing the monkey haphazardly over his shoulder. With his free hand, he pointed forward, down the hall.
Go. Jim nodded wordlessly at his suggestion, and picked up the pace, pulling ahead of the monster and his carry-on. Unable to see further along the dimly-lit corridor, Somerled kept a steady eye on the soldier’s armored form, using his every movement as a gauge of what was to come. He lumbered to a half far ahead of the monster, giving him just enough time to wonder what it was about before the hallway suddenly opened up around him and revealed the answer.
The labyrinth gave away to a sprawling, empty room, complete with a disturbing nothingness looming above right about where the ceiling should have been. Three exits dotted the wall opposite them, along with two more to either side of the hallway they had just emerged from, and one on the right and left walls respectively. Minus the endless oblivion floating above them, Somerled recognized this room. Without slowing down for a moment, the split spirit sped past the hesitating soldier and made a beeline for left-hand wall. He was into the next corridor in seconds, and spared a quick glance behind him making sure Jim was following.
White filled the spirit’s vision as his head slammed into the sandstone brick of the labyrinth’s wall, and he stumbled backwards, a splitting agony filling his brain. What the fuck? He thought to himself, blinking rapidly to clear up his vision. He unsteadily gazed around, blurry eyes flicking across the featureless wall. What the hell had happened? He was certain he’d come through his way before. A metal gauntlet clapped onto his unburdened shoulder, and his head whipped to the side, bringing him face to face with Jim, who pointed back down the hall.
No. Somerled shook his head. He was absolutely certain this was the path. But how was it blocked off? Perhaps it was like the sliding sandstone from earlier? Electrical adrenaline coursed through his left arm, and he shrugged the soldier’s hand off his shoulder. His left hand balled up into a fist, and surged forward in a silent flash of lightning, slamming into the featureless brick. Agony shot through the spirit’s arm as the bones in his hand shattered against the wall. Dust shook loose from the walls and ceiling from the sheer force of the punch, and massive, web-like cracks spread across the brick facing.
Come on. He drew back his arm for round two, more electrical energy channeling through his broken hand. It shot forward in an instant, slamming into the wall and breaking it even further. Somerled gritted his teeth and let loose a silent, pained noise as his hand was reduced to a mangled mess. Two arms closed around the monster’s waist, warm and metallic. Even as Jim tried to drag him back, he got ready for strike number three. His feet planted solidly into the ground, his monstrous strength keeping him firmly in place, and lightning flashed for the third and final time.
A garbled curse, unheard by the spirit’s own ears, escaped from his lips as his hand slammed into the compromised wall. Shards of brick, stone, and bone exploded into the sealed hallway hidden behind the wall, and Jim’s grip let up. Somerled shoved the stump of his left hand, pulsing with agony into his pocket hoping that would stem the bleeding, and shot a smug look at the soldier. Jim didn’t catch that look, instead pushing past the monster and barrelling through the ruins of the wall, and Somerled followed suit.
Fuck. He fell to a knee as well, turning to face the fallen monkey. His mind raced desperately as he eyed the wound, he had so many questions and this was entirely out of his expertise. What would Sonny do? His other half was well-versed in first aid, but with his deafness, he couldn’t communicate. As he debated and deliberated, one thing came to mind, the only thing he knew how to do.
Cauterization.
He stared deep into the boy’s panicked eyes, his face growing pale, and mouthed that word to him. Sun grimaced, and nodded solemnly. Somerled didn’t waste a second, already beginning to channel the necessary spell. Electrical current coursed through his body, and he roughly planted both of his hands on either side of the wounded shoulder, palms digging into the bullet hole.
Lightning flashed silently in the storm spirit’s hands, and beneath his firm grip, Ogong’s body jerked, muscles assaulted by the current. The delicious smell of burned flesh filled the monster’s nose as electrical plasma seared the wounds closed. Without missing a beat, Somerled sprang to his feet, dragging Sun up by the hood with him. His gaze shot over to Jim, still standing in the same position, and he flashed the soldier a thumbs-up, before throwing the monkey haphazardly over his shoulder. With his free hand, he pointed forward, down the hall.
Go. Jim nodded wordlessly at his suggestion, and picked up the pace, pulling ahead of the monster and his carry-on. Unable to see further along the dimly-lit corridor, Somerled kept a steady eye on the soldier’s armored form, using his every movement as a gauge of what was to come. He lumbered to a half far ahead of the monster, giving him just enough time to wonder what it was about before the hallway suddenly opened up around him and revealed the answer.
The labyrinth gave away to a sprawling, empty room, complete with a disturbing nothingness looming above right about where the ceiling should have been. Three exits dotted the wall opposite them, along with two more to either side of the hallway they had just emerged from, and one on the right and left walls respectively. Minus the endless oblivion floating above them, Somerled recognized this room. Without slowing down for a moment, the split spirit sped past the hesitating soldier and made a beeline for left-hand wall. He was into the next corridor in seconds, and spared a quick glance behind him making sure Jim was following.
White filled the spirit’s vision as his head slammed into the sandstone brick of the labyrinth’s wall, and he stumbled backwards, a splitting agony filling his brain. What the fuck? He thought to himself, blinking rapidly to clear up his vision. He unsteadily gazed around, blurry eyes flicking across the featureless wall. What the hell had happened? He was certain he’d come through his way before. A metal gauntlet clapped onto his unburdened shoulder, and his head whipped to the side, bringing him face to face with Jim, who pointed back down the hall.
No. Somerled shook his head. He was absolutely certain this was the path. But how was it blocked off? Perhaps it was like the sliding sandstone from earlier? Electrical adrenaline coursed through his left arm, and he shrugged the soldier’s hand off his shoulder. His left hand balled up into a fist, and surged forward in a silent flash of lightning, slamming into the featureless brick. Agony shot through the spirit’s arm as the bones in his hand shattered against the wall. Dust shook loose from the walls and ceiling from the sheer force of the punch, and massive, web-like cracks spread across the brick facing.
Come on. He drew back his arm for round two, more electrical energy channeling through his broken hand. It shot forward in an instant, slamming into the wall and breaking it even further. Somerled gritted his teeth and let loose a silent, pained noise as his hand was reduced to a mangled mess. Two arms closed around the monster’s waist, warm and metallic. Even as Jim tried to drag him back, he got ready for strike number three. His feet planted solidly into the ground, his monstrous strength keeping him firmly in place, and lightning flashed for the third and final time.
A garbled curse, unheard by the spirit’s own ears, escaped from his lips as his hand slammed into the compromised wall. Shards of brick, stone, and bone exploded into the sealed hallway hidden behind the wall, and Jim’s grip let up. Somerled shoved the stump of his left hand, pulsing with agony into his pocket hoping that would stem the bleeding, and shot a smug look at the soldier. Jim didn’t catch that look, instead pushing past the monster and barrelling through the ruins of the wall, and Somerled followed suit.
Quote:905 words. Somerled’s left hand is no longer useable.
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