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Post by "Father" on Jun 20, 2012 12:01:12 GMT -6
Rookie mistake? That had been no mistake on The Doctor's part. He had no intention of moving from where he stood, because although Patrick could not have seen from the doorway, there was a maniacal grin on The Doctor's face. He had accomplished what he had set out to do, Feht had returned, and that had been all he cared about.
"Ha ha... HAHAHAHAHA!"
The Doctor would fall to the floor at Kazumi's feet with three bullets planted in his body, that maniacal grin still upon his face. Blood pooling beneath his body, turning his already blood stained lab coat red, a thin stream of blood would run across the floor, mingling with the blood that ran from the bodies of the guards at the bottom of the stairwell. Mission... Accomplished...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Jun 20, 2012 12:41:00 GMT -6
The gunshots rang out, and she would hiss softly as the sound reverberated off the walls, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her skull. The body falling down in front of her getting a glance as she furrowed her brow. She was confused. There were pictures, in her head, but they were clouded and jumbled....none of them made sense. But yes....Feht was back and as that cold metal blade pressed against her delicate wrist, it was all too clear what her intent was here.
She had orders, and Master had not said to deviate from the plan......Had he? She couldn't remember and that alone made her growl as she struggled to think. Sure, she had always had trouble with focusing, but this....this was different. In her mind, everything was moving so much slower than it really was, and so it seemed to her that the questions she had posed did not get answered fast enough....As if the only one left here in the room now chose to ignore her. So, she would make it clear she was not joking, not playing with him right now....pressing harder on that scalpel and shuddering as it slowly cut into her flesh. Not deep enough to kill herself....yet, but enough that small drops of blood began to slowly slide down her wrist and onto the jeans which she still wore. So very close to pressing it into her flesh more fully when suddenly he would speak up.
Her head falling back, it his against the counter, causing her to once more hiss in pain, the wound created earlier, that she honestly didn't know she had right this moment, being cut open once more, only seeming to irritate her that much more. Those black eyes locking on him, though they were fading in and out....from black, to grey, to white and then back again as she struggled to keep herself in place....struggled to think.
Yet, when he said she was pregnant....that Kazumi was pregnant.....The name stuck her and yet the next instant it was gone and she was left confused as to who it was. That never ending nagging in the back of her mind still there, though she tried to shake it off. "No..." She growled the words out, however slurred they were, eyes falling closed as she held her hand motionless, not pulling the blade away from her flesh yet not pushing further. "I...I don't..." She felt that blood that pooled under the doctor's body starting to seep into her jeans as it poured to where she was.....
The animalistic side of her snapping to attention and the words of her being pregnant seemed to slowly sink in and yet she wasn't sure...."C...Cant be....I don't know..." She couldn't form the words, and she was clearly very out of it, very confused.....Yet the mere thought of it was enough to stay her hand all the while keeping the blade pressed into her flesh.
In fact, it would be a good long moment before she would finally release it and allow it to fall from her grip, clattering to the floor beside her, yet not far from her reach.
Eyes opening, her gaze settled upon the blood that soaked into her clothing....stained her shoes....the blood that was so, so close....pulling at her hunger....Yet it was not ....right? That confused her even more. Still, as she listened to the other guy continue to explain, her hand would reach out, pressing into the blood on the floor, coating itself as she ran her tongue along her lips before she would speak up once more. "Promise....." Not really speaking to him, but more like she was trying to recall something that was bothering her that she just couldn't quite reach.
Lifting up her hand, she watched as the blood ran down between her fingers, down her wrist....Black eyes streaked with crimson showing how hungry she was and yet, for some reason, she hesitated. Then, she felt those fingers press against her lips, the scent hitting her first before her tongue would cautiously sample of the blood which pressed against her lips, the warmth of it making her shiver softly.
Though as she tasted it, she would close her eyes, a light groan escaping her as she allowed her head to fall back. It was just a taste and yet it was....well that was what she craved...Not what was on her hand, but that....and for that reason his next words got through just a bit more than the others. That nagging sense growing stronger as her head lolled to the side and her hair spilled across her face...her hands falling limp within her lap as her eyes fluttered closed once more. "I do...don't know her..." She wasn't trying to kill him, she wasn't mad at him....she wasn't even trying to argue. Docile being the best term to define her at the moment....docile and drugged to an insane degree. Yet it was clear, she had no recollection of who Kazumi was...even if it did stir something foreign in her mind.
Softly she would whimper, body slumping down a bit more as she ran her hand against her stomach, blood smearing over her shirt, though she didn't seem to even notice. "So....hungry.....Don't feel right..." She paused for a moment, and then would try to recollect something that had been said, something that was rather important to her...."Is this home? ......I want to be home now...." Yes, she wanted to be home, which to her was a dark, cold room. Something Kaz had told Patrick about her captivity many times. To Feht that was home and though the man had said this was home, things were too bright....too big...too warm....."I...." One last muttered word before she would slump over, passing out. It wouldn't last long, just a side effect of the amount of drugs he had given her. The litter of empty syringes on the counter showing just how much he had given her....
Though as this was happening, a series of gunshots would start to fire off upstairs, clearly coming from various areas, people screaming, others yelling.....and then from the top of the stairs, an all too familiar voice. "Kazumi! Patrick!" Carmine, of course, making sure that they were alive, or that Patrick had even managed to find her.
Assuming he was answered, her would yell out once more. "You guys have to go now! SUV out front, medkit in the back....Get her somewhere secure.." As for what was going on upstairs? Well every single person that had been there was dead now, scientists and all, and other members of Kevala's team were going about grabbing ever document and ever file...ever computer hard drive....Their job? Clean up. Pure and simple.
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Post by Legion on Jun 20, 2012 15:02:01 GMT -6
Patrick gave a slight inhale, on of nervousness and concern as she pressed the knife harder against her wrist, drawing blood. While Patrick knew it wasn't enough to kill her, the threat was there and understood. Her head would fall back on the counter and concern would once again cross Patrick's face. It would appear that the drugs were doing a real number on her at the moment. Her eyes rapidly changing colors as it appeared that Feht was trying to think. Now Patrick was concerned, not for Feht so much, but for Kazumi. That was one of the reasons he wasn't being bitterly hostile to Feht at the moment, well that and the way she was acting now, perhaps Patrick really could get her to fuse with Kazumi. It was worth a shot he had figured.
Patrick watched as she struggled with the news that Kazumi was pregnant. That she was pregnant. The denial, refusal to believe and what not. Patrick's hand reaching into his pocket and pulling out the picture of their unborn child, showing it to her, "Ye are pregnant, Kazumi is pregnant."
When she finally dropped the scalpel Patrick would breath a sigh of relief as his foot quickly captured the thing, sliding if across the room. Quietly Patrick watched her staring at he blood confused. Patrick knew that her body, her mind had to have been starving, but was caught on something. Like she couldn't sate her hunger through those means, leading Patrick to believe that Kazumi's influence, her knowledge of him was still in there. Because Kazumi only drank his blood. As that thought of her vocalized itself Patrick would reinforce what he had said earlier, "I promised that I'd save Kazumi, no matter how far I had to go, no matter how long it took. I came to keep that promise."
A light smile crossed Patrick's face as she groaned at the taste of his blood. Yes, that was what she wanted. And it seemed like that made her more receptive to him, which seemed like a good thing as far as he was concerned. So as she admitted that she didn't know who Kazumi was Patrick would only smile saying softly, gently putting a finger on her forehead, "She's in here. And yer in her body. Kazumi is the beautiful young woman that I love and the mother of our child."
As she made her comment about home Patrick would drop his finger down to her mouth again, allowing her to get another taste of her blood before answering her quietly, "Home is where yer surrounded by people that love ye. And I love Kazumi. I want to bring her back home."
The second she slumped over, unable to get her last thought out, Patrick would drop his rifle and scoop her up in his arms. Having heard the gunshots upstairs he had known that his time was fairly limited. Though there was slight relief when he heard Carmine's voice. Hesitance, because Kazumi was passed out and covered in blood, but he had to go anyway. Patrick could only hope that the fact that he wasn't exactly blood free would allow him to pass.
Running upstairs he would head outside and unless stopped he'd place Kazumi into the passenger's seat of the SUV. Pulling off anything that would out him as anything more then a law abiding citizen Patrick would throw the stuff in the back of the SUV before driving off. Where was he heading? It took him only a moment to decide. A cheap single story motel. Not the most luxurious place in the world, but likely the last place anyone would look, and one of the few places that Patrick could get her into a room without drawing the suspicion of her being covered in blood. While he wanted to go back to their house he had no clue of whether it was bugged or not. And assuming he didn't get a call to say it was clean, he would have to assume that there were still bugs there, and people were still listening in. So the cheap motel was really the best place...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Jun 20, 2012 18:12:20 GMT -6
The concept of being pregnant still seemed to foreign to her and yet there was that part of her that was more in tune with its animalistic side, that was already getting very irritated with the fact that she was in this state while being pregnant..Though she couldn't voice it, she didn't know how.
Then he began to explain to her the promise he had made to Kazumi, only furthering her confusion. One, because she had no clue who that was....and two, because she didn't understand why a promise he had made to that girl would make her mind race the way it did, or at least tried to, or why that led him here to her. So many things not making sense in this moment..."Nev...Never stop l...looking..."
As she spoke those words, there was noticeably something off in her tone and the way in which she said them. It was as though she was speaking to him, and yet it wasn't as though she was recalling something either. It was almost a statement....perhaps a request, and something in the way she looked and the tone she said it in suggested that it wasn't a thought coming from her own conscious mind.
This thought only enhanced as she closed her eyes once more and shook her head as if snapping out of a daze of some sort. More confusion washing over her features. Though when his fingers again pressed to her lips, her tongue would not be so hesitant this time in tasting of his blood. A soft little moan given and edged with a tiny whimper as he pulled away. Those big, dark eyes look to him almost pleadingly....She was so very hungry, and she wanted more...But her forced docile state prevented her from attempting to take what she needed, what she wanted.
When his finger pressed against her head, and he explained to her who Kazumi was, she would look away almost nervously. It was clear, that even as Feht things were different, work of the doctor no doubt and of the gaps he had left in trying to solidify her completely. Sure, her foot still shifted due to her inability to sit still, but she seemed more tame...Sure, there was still that very naive, very innocent look about her that had always been there, and it was clear something horrid and dark lurked behind those eyes....But she wasn't as giggly...she wasn't as emotionless......As was shown next by the tears that formed in her eyes over his explanation of what home was.
"I want home. I want my room. I don't like it here, don't like being stuck with those things...." she held out her arm, riddled with puncture wounds from the countless injections. The mere fact that she was not over dosing right now was a miracle really.
Not long after that is when she would pass out, completely unaware of him hoisting her up and holding him against her as he carried her out of the room. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, there would be a few more bodies lining the hallway...These ones clearly the scientists that worked here, each one of them dead...not a single person who had worked here still breathing.
Also at the top of the stairs would be Carmine, full tactical gear from head to toe, fully armed and for once looking as fully intimidating as he could be....which surprisingly to most, was quite a bit. So many only ever saw him in his suit and tie, thought him just a showpiece because he hardly spoke, hardly acted....But in this attire, with blood splatter across his face, hands stained in it...it was obvious why Kevala had him as her personal guard.
Reaching into the side pocket of his vest he wore, he would produce a cellphone. Much like any disposable phone, black, unassuming, and untraceable. "She will be calling soon." His gaze focused on the small girl that was in Patrick's arms, his features softening from cold blooded killer to something almost like a Father wrought with concern. "She is alright I hope?" Brushing a bit of hair back from her face before looking at Patrick.
"We will handle the clean up. Just get her out of here." He would once more put on the face of the trained killer, stepping away over a couple bodies and heading into the filing room where others, dressed similar to himself were busy working. Though once he reached the doorway he would stop, turning back and giving a bow of his head toward the boy..."Thank you.." The most respect one could ever hope to achieve from that man, though he didn't stick around for a reply before disappearing into the room.
The SUV would be outside, the streets clear. Nothing to stop them from getting away. Though as they pulled away, and as promised (assuming Pat took the phone offered to him) the cell phone he had just been given would go off. That cool southern accent, calm as ever yet still just as chilling, coming through the other end.
"We have much to discuss at some point I am sure you know. For now, take her somewhere safe, I don't even wish to know the location. I will need a few days before I can secure the house, redo the security and have it swept for bugs and cameras. Do not worry about police looking for you, I pay too well for that to happen. Just take care of her until I call." The line going silent soon after. She was not being harsh in the way she spoke, nor was she being overly emotional....She was being careful, cool, collected and calm. Because that was the only way she knew how to handle these situations.
As for Feht, well she would remain unconscious until a good hour after they had reached their desired location. Only a few soft whimpers and groans escaping her from time to time.
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