07-18-2016, 02:28 AM
There was a gentle stir of movement, it echoed like the desolate shadows that filled the cave. Cold fingertips pressed against the contours of her neck. Her eyelids flittered to see the visage of a cannibal looking too closely at the blood on his fingertips, though through the immense throbbing of her head and the dull light of the computer, she couldn’t be sure of what she’d just seen.
“She’ll be alright,” the doctor called up to Red after another moment, though for Christa his voice was mute and distant. The life had gone from her eyes, and she felt the devotion of life she had once sacrificed everything for, filled with a heap of sorrow.
Christa's lungs weakly fought against the jagged bone of her crushed rib, but she could not will herself to stand. Fingertips twitched against the puddles of soaked dirt on the ground, and Took ushered her up, even offering the gal a hand, but she could not make herself take it. The strength was in her, it always was when she needed it, but right now, the sniper needed nothing more than to taste the bitter thoughts that lashed out in her mind with immense regret. The fleeting memory Karl's face, now vicious, hovered over her. She'd almost bet he'd willingly take the bullet, the Karl she knew never would've let himself be seen with his hair in such tangles. Resentment flourished in the pit of her stomach, which she was sure he'd also bashed pretty good. Everything was even messier than his hair, this island was shit, and she'd given herself a moment to wallow in it. It didn’t last long. Her voice was less than a whisper as she asked, “Where?”
The haunting face of the good doctor looked down at her, there was a flicker of temptation in his eyes. She was untouchable here, the cat was upstairs, and the purple-suited fellow seemed long gone. He may never have another chance... Below the mask of darkness covering his face, his lips had coiled once again while his mouth watered at the idea of her pure, untainted flesh. The hot scent of the blood from the slash on her neck remained on his hand, he gulped down the temptation, promising himself that it would be soon.
“Where the Hell... Is he?” she growled, just a mite louder. Took appeared bewildered for a moment, and he let the expression pass over his face while her scintillating eyes began to grasp the empty lines of the room, “Karl Jak.”
“Come now, Christa, you need to take it easy,” already she was heaving her wobbly bones off the ground, she’d pushed off, digging the heels of her boots into the muck and teetering as her muscles strained to stand. A whimper escaped her lips, almost resembling a dying puppy, and she collapsed face forward toward the ground, caught only by the collar of her shirt by Took’s swift hand. The fabric dug in, choking her until seconds later he let it gently release so she’d catch herself with her one good hand. Red, bordering the hole in their ceiling was watching from the perch with narrowed eyes, though if needed, the noble cat would've pounced at risk to his already severely damaged shoulder.
Her forehead skimmed the ground while her single bicep held her upward, she drank in a murky breath, and as she let the pain sink in, she used it to rise up. There was a storm in her eyes while she glanced at the room, it was empty, save the computer monitor which glowed. “He’s gone, isn’t he?” her voice was aggressive, while her eyes devoured Took in an instant.
“Yes,” he confirmed simply, eager and curious to see what she’d do next.
“Red, you still here? You didn’t ditch me, right?” there was a touch of worry in her voice, like maybe he’d gone with Karl instead.
“Not yet I didn’t,” they smirked in unison, separated by the ground below his paws.
“Karl said,” she gulped a labored breath, realizing that the air was getting harder and harder to take in, “That... We’re being...” her voice was shallow, “Broadcasted.”
CRASH! Came loud clatter of a blank computer monitor’s glass.
“Wait Christa,” Took said while his eyes glittered at the full effects of her rage, “We may be able to use these to contact someone.”
“Don’t you think...” she was winded from overexerting herself, “If Karl was down here, he’d have tried to call in a rescue team? He didn’t look too successful last I re-”
She was interrupted by the blood leaking over her eye, her skull had been like a cracked tea kettle that she'd tilted the wrong way. A tsunami of fatigue slammed into her muscles as relentless as a freight train, “That’s entirely possible, but there still could be a way, I’m not a whizz at computers but there might be some kind of transceiver around here we could use to send a message. As for right now, if you try to lift any more in some foolish attempt to trash the man’s bunker, I’m afraid you’re going to severely injure yourself.”
“Fine.” the Prime would’ve crossed her arms, had one of them not been in a sling.
Up the ladder, and beyond the rabbit hole, Christa sat down on the ground in the corner, while Took served her a glass of water and she didn’t pay him a second thought. Red was her focal point and he didn’t look too good, though his eyes told of something on his mind. She waved off the frown from her face and asked simply, “What’d he say?”
Red simply lifted one of his mammoth paws, revealing a key that had been placed idle on the withering floorboards. The sniper looked at him quizzically, “He said that if we go to the town, there’s a box in the library that this key will unlock. He said, it was about your sister.”
Terror seized her eyes in a way that Nanaki had never seen before. They’d battled a giant lava monster and some man-eating men, as well as survived a plane crash together. That kind of thrill seemed to bring the woman to life, but this was the first time he’d witnessed such a corrosive truth cause mortal fear. It ate at the corners of her eyes and shackled her limbs into a tightly bound paralysis. Took watched from afar, his eyes flicked to the cat to see what he’d do next. There was a moment of silence before Christa pulled herself from the prison walls she had built around herself, and Red had gently tilted his head making him look more like a newborn kit than a bloodied lion with bulging muscles.
She cursed herself, how had she been so taken by the damned thief known as time? She’d let it surround her, enter her, and deceive her as she was taken away from her true goal. Escape. she’d nearly been clouded out by its true purpose. Escape for her. “Oh,” the woman finally managed and then walked over to get the key, as she reached down for it, she let her hair swoop in front of her eyes to hide the gentle tug of tears that hesitated in their corners.
“She’ll be alright,” the doctor called up to Red after another moment, though for Christa his voice was mute and distant. The life had gone from her eyes, and she felt the devotion of life she had once sacrificed everything for, filled with a heap of sorrow.
Christa's lungs weakly fought against the jagged bone of her crushed rib, but she could not will herself to stand. Fingertips twitched against the puddles of soaked dirt on the ground, and Took ushered her up, even offering the gal a hand, but she could not make herself take it. The strength was in her, it always was when she needed it, but right now, the sniper needed nothing more than to taste the bitter thoughts that lashed out in her mind with immense regret. The fleeting memory Karl's face, now vicious, hovered over her. She'd almost bet he'd willingly take the bullet, the Karl she knew never would've let himself be seen with his hair in such tangles. Resentment flourished in the pit of her stomach, which she was sure he'd also bashed pretty good. Everything was even messier than his hair, this island was shit, and she'd given herself a moment to wallow in it. It didn’t last long. Her voice was less than a whisper as she asked, “Where?”
The haunting face of the good doctor looked down at her, there was a flicker of temptation in his eyes. She was untouchable here, the cat was upstairs, and the purple-suited fellow seemed long gone. He may never have another chance... Below the mask of darkness covering his face, his lips had coiled once again while his mouth watered at the idea of her pure, untainted flesh. The hot scent of the blood from the slash on her neck remained on his hand, he gulped down the temptation, promising himself that it would be soon.
“Where the Hell... Is he?” she growled, just a mite louder. Took appeared bewildered for a moment, and he let the expression pass over his face while her scintillating eyes began to grasp the empty lines of the room, “Karl Jak.”
“Come now, Christa, you need to take it easy,” already she was heaving her wobbly bones off the ground, she’d pushed off, digging the heels of her boots into the muck and teetering as her muscles strained to stand. A whimper escaped her lips, almost resembling a dying puppy, and she collapsed face forward toward the ground, caught only by the collar of her shirt by Took’s swift hand. The fabric dug in, choking her until seconds later he let it gently release so she’d catch herself with her one good hand. Red, bordering the hole in their ceiling was watching from the perch with narrowed eyes, though if needed, the noble cat would've pounced at risk to his already severely damaged shoulder.
Her forehead skimmed the ground while her single bicep held her upward, she drank in a murky breath, and as she let the pain sink in, she used it to rise up. There was a storm in her eyes while she glanced at the room, it was empty, save the computer monitor which glowed. “He’s gone, isn’t he?” her voice was aggressive, while her eyes devoured Took in an instant.
“Yes,” he confirmed simply, eager and curious to see what she’d do next.
“Red, you still here? You didn’t ditch me, right?” there was a touch of worry in her voice, like maybe he’d gone with Karl instead.
“Not yet I didn’t,” they smirked in unison, separated by the ground below his paws.
“Karl said,” she gulped a labored breath, realizing that the air was getting harder and harder to take in, “That... We’re being...” her voice was shallow, “Broadcasted.”
CRASH! Came loud clatter of a blank computer monitor’s glass.
“Wait Christa,” Took said while his eyes glittered at the full effects of her rage, “We may be able to use these to contact someone.”
“Don’t you think...” she was winded from overexerting herself, “If Karl was down here, he’d have tried to call in a rescue team? He didn’t look too successful last I re-”
She was interrupted by the blood leaking over her eye, her skull had been like a cracked tea kettle that she'd tilted the wrong way. A tsunami of fatigue slammed into her muscles as relentless as a freight train, “That’s entirely possible, but there still could be a way, I’m not a whizz at computers but there might be some kind of transceiver around here we could use to send a message. As for right now, if you try to lift any more in some foolish attempt to trash the man’s bunker, I’m afraid you’re going to severely injure yourself.”
“Fine.” the Prime would’ve crossed her arms, had one of them not been in a sling.
Up the ladder, and beyond the rabbit hole, Christa sat down on the ground in the corner, while Took served her a glass of water and she didn’t pay him a second thought. Red was her focal point and he didn’t look too good, though his eyes told of something on his mind. She waved off the frown from her face and asked simply, “What’d he say?”
Red simply lifted one of his mammoth paws, revealing a key that had been placed idle on the withering floorboards. The sniper looked at him quizzically, “He said that if we go to the town, there’s a box in the library that this key will unlock. He said, it was about your sister.”
Terror seized her eyes in a way that Nanaki had never seen before. They’d battled a giant lava monster and some man-eating men, as well as survived a plane crash together. That kind of thrill seemed to bring the woman to life, but this was the first time he’d witnessed such a corrosive truth cause mortal fear. It ate at the corners of her eyes and shackled her limbs into a tightly bound paralysis. Took watched from afar, his eyes flicked to the cat to see what he’d do next. There was a moment of silence before Christa pulled herself from the prison walls she had built around herself, and Red had gently tilted his head making him look more like a newborn kit than a bloodied lion with bulging muscles.
She cursed herself, how had she been so taken by the damned thief known as time? She’d let it surround her, enter her, and deceive her as she was taken away from her true goal. Escape. she’d nearly been clouded out by its true purpose. Escape for her. “Oh,” the woman finally managed and then walked over to get the key, as she reached down for it, she let her hair swoop in front of her eyes to hide the gentle tug of tears that hesitated in their corners.
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