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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 2, 2004 16:15:11 GMT -5
(I don't think there was anyone in the hallway... yet)
Roux winced at the horrible twisted body. It was definitely the right train.
"What now?"
--- Sands heard a gunshot, but it hadn't been him. Could it be the cops? No... they wouldn't be that trigger happy. He didn't think.
"Think, Shelmo. What else could possibly make that noise?"
"I don't fucking know!" he growled. An unwelcome memory flooded his senses. "Stop Apparating in there!"
"Someone either got on or off the train," he murmured.
"Wanna guess which?"
"Shit..."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 2, 2004 16:33:10 GMT -5
"Follow the trail of corpses?"
She shrugged, to be truthful all she had thought of was getting on the train. But now that they were there she had no place to begin but the compartment beside. So without further ado she opened up the door and peered inside. Seeing nobody there she shut the door and moved on down to the next one.
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 2, 2004 16:48:12 GMT -5
He heard compartment doors click open and slam close. They were gaining.
"Okay, okay, I'm going to freak right out."
He glanced out the window and saw the train advancing on a gigantic bridge. Well... the window wasn't an option anyway. He could make a run for it in the hall, but whoever was coming after him could shoot him in the back. No, he'd have to make a stand in his compartment. He backed against a wall, got into a pistolero stance and waited for the authorities.
--- Roux was taking every other compartment. His nose detected the reek of ozone from down the hall and skipped the next coupl doors out of curiosity. Could it be Sands?
He gripped a handle and yanked the door open only to feel his shoulder alight in pain. He didn't have a chance to defend himself as another bullet nailed him in the stomach. He crumpled to the floor, almost dead.
--- Sands exhaled in relief. One down, who knew how many to go. He could hold his ground, but now he'd need a different position in the compartment. The next person might get smart and take cover.
He crouched in the corner, waiting for a hand or a body to wander into range.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 2, 2004 16:54:16 GMT -5
Closing the door to the compartment she just looked in, she watched in horror as Roux crumpled to the floor.
"This can't be happening..this can't be happening...this can't be happening." She chanted softly, slowly making her way towards the unmoving body. Kneeling, down just outside the door, she placed her index and middle finger against Roux's throat to check for a pulse. She sighed in relief at the faint flutter of his heartbeat under her fingertips. Slowly, she stood up. Slowly she stepped over the body to face the person waiting inside. This was it. She was sure she was about to die, but somehow she just didn't care anymore.
"Fancy seeing you here." She said mustering the last bit of courage she had.
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 2, 2004 17:02:14 GMT -5
A shadow! There! His cue!
"Shoot the little bitch, Shelmo!"
His trigger finger stopped mid-squeeze. Why should he do what the voice told him to? He'd been an independent person with a couple of complexes for as long as he could remember, why bow down now? He didn't have remorse for killing any of the people he had, and wouldn't have minded shooting this new person, if not for the fact this... nattering nabob of negativism wanted him to. Damn his nature to be contrary. He didn't sense danger, she seemed to want to talk. But if he got himself killed because of this voice, he would be extremely pissed.
He lifted the gun from its beautifully aimed target and eyed this new presence.
"What the fuck do you want?"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 2, 2004 17:08:05 GMT -5
(now how am i supposed to answer that without getting her shot?)
Seeing, that he wasn't going to shoot her... well, at least not shoot her yet, she took a tentaive step closer. All she had to do was touch him tro be able to apparate off the train. With that one goal firmly in mind she crept forward again, chattering on about absolutly nothing.
"I just want to talk," she said still slowly moving forward. "Nothing wrong with talking is there?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 2, 2004 17:20:50 GMT -5
The voice was raging at him to shoot her. He was raging at himself to shoot her. But his bastard self was saying fuck the voice in the ear and listen. Can't conform now, can we? Wouldn't be good for the image.
"Talk too much, and you might find people will shoot before you've made a valid point," he hissed.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 2, 2004 17:25:16 GMT -5
She paused midstep and nodded in agreement. Not sure what else she could say she lunged at him before he could even think of moving and apparated them off the train depositing him in the castle (if he can bend the rules so can she actually she should be able to the castle does respomnd yto her) and casting a very powerful lockng spell on the door, before apparating back onto the train to grab Roux and get him to St. Mungos.
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 2, 2004 17:35:10 GMT -5
"SONUVABITCH, LEMME OUT!!!" he roared, pounding at the door with every last bit of strength he could muster. Eventually, he slumped to the floor, tired, sweaty and completely depressed.
"I told you, you stupid dumb fuck," the voice whispered in his head. "But no, you had to defy me. You hadn't questioned me until then. Why didn't you listen to me?"
Sands was sorely tempted to take the gun and blow his brains out. Anything at all to shut that damn voice up for good.
--- The first thing Roux was aware of was a bright light and he knew it was the end. He'd thought he'd been stung by a hornet when he passed out... maybe he was allergic? The stiffness in his shoulder and the pain in his abdomin seemed to say otherwise. Btu what was going on? Was he dying?
"This is a strange bite wound he has acquired, do you know what it is?"
"It seems sort of primitive, but highly effective."
He heard voices and was half aware of what they were saying. What he really wanted to do was shrink back from the light, but he couldn't move. He was floating and that was all he was really capable of. So he waited for the end.
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 6, 2004 18:07:05 GMT -5
He floated in and out of consciousness for over a week. Some of the time, he was in what could only be described as a drug stupor. Others, he was coma-like and unattentive. But he held on. There came a point when he could focus on a voice or two at a time and follow a conversation. Usually, it was about him and the abnormality of his being in a wizard hospital. When Viv was present, it was usually her soft voice trying to talk and comfort him, coax him to life. One day, he answered.
A slow smile crossed pale features, but his eyes remained closed.
--- Sands was growing restless. He'd been imprisoned for something like a week. He had enough shitty food and stale water to last him an eternity, but he was growing weaker. The voice in his head was getting louder and more insistant.
He'd lost the gun ages ago, or he would have blown the back of his head off. It was slowly proving to be too much, he was bending under some invisible weight. What it was, he couldn't say, but the constant headache and incessant chatter was beginning to make him lose his mind in earnest.
Zack watched all of this with a smug grin on his face, and waited. He would win. He had to. For Viv. He had to try and fix it. He couldn't... take it back. That was impossible. He wouldn't let her know it had started with him. He had started with the intention of fucking her senseless and Sands had overwhelmed him in the throws of passion. That thought alone was enough to make him cringe in shame and guilt. He wouldn't admit it to himself either. That was admitting that he was a stupid fuck who couldn't take care of his pregnant girlfriend. So he fought as best as he new how.
"You're cracking up Shelmo. You're losing it. Any day now, you'll realize what a stupid fucking asshole you are, give up and die. When do you think that will be, Shelmo? Want to bet?"
"Shut up..." Sands whispered, hands clenched around strands of dark black hair. He was losing his will to live. He was cut off from the world. He couldn't handle that. He wouldn't. He was cracking up. It was the insane asylum all over again.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 13, 2004 15:34:01 GMT -5
*Hope was growing thin. Roux had been in St. Mungo's for little over a week and he still hadn't responded. Vivian sighed and carassed the unconsious man's face. There was nothing they could, or so they had told her. All she could do was try to coax him back. So grabbing up Roux's lifeless hand she began rambling to him like she had been for the last week.
Imagine her surprise when she saw the small smile grace his features.
"Roux," She asked tentativly still not sure if she was actually seeing what she thought she was. "Can you hear me?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 13, 2004 16:00:21 GMT -5
(st. mungos can't fix a bullet wound?)
Roux knew he couldn't form a coherant sentence if he tried, so he settled for a small nod. Something that wouldn't jar his head too much.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 13, 2004 16:10:13 GMT -5
(muggle weapon wizard hospital)
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 14, 2004 14:31:12 GMT -5
(what's so hard about taking it out... and closing the wound? this poor guy's gonna be like willie blake... just riding along with the bullet in his heart... nobody caring...
were you gonna post or...? roux's half dead, he can't have a conversation and you've effectively ousted zack from the scene.)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 14, 2004 14:42:02 GMT -5
(yes...well...)
*She smiled in relief. A nod was something anyway. but glancing down at her watch she realized that she should be gettng back to the school. Just becasue she was headmistress didn't give her any more allowance outside of the school then other teachers. Sighing softly, she gently squeezed Roux's hand.*
"I'll be back tomorrow." She whispered softly. Getting a slight squeeze from Roux's hadn she left St. Mungo's and reappeared with a pop right inside the entrance hall of the school.
There was one problem she needed to attend to before heading to dinner. And that problem was locked up in an abandoned classroom on the 4th floor. She hadn't visited that entire week. The only way she knew he was still alive was the house elves brought him foood at every meal time. She just hoped he hadn't become more insane then he already was.
Vivian finally reached the door. Slowly and methodically she began stripping away the layers of locking charms she had placed on the door. At last she dismantled the last one. Straightening up, she grasped the door handle and turned it .
"Zack," She called out softly, looking around the classroom.
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