A Vicious Cycle

Emne: A Vicious Cycle Tirs Aug 04, 2020 2:05 pm

Lokalitet: Tankstationen ved de endeløse stier.
Tid: Den 5 december 2020, 21.30.
Omgivelser: Omme bagved den lille tankstation i et forladt lagerum. Der er fire engle i lokalet, derudover befinder Hecate sig i midten af rummet med hænderne bundet over hovedet i lænker der er sat op i loftet.
Vejret: Der er en anelse køligt, solen er ved at gå ned og der har været overskyet det meste af dagen.
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Emne til: @Noah <3
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Smerten hang over hende som en tung tåge. Det bankende hjerte slog uroligt som hun begyndte at blive mere klar i hovedet. Blod løb ned langs hendes venstre tinding og var nået til midt på kinden. Hun var stadigvæk ikke klar over, hvad de havde brugt til at slå hende ud med - men hendes bud lød på noget tungt som en sten. Hun hev vejret ind og rynkede på næsen som hun anede duften af engle. Først få sekunder efter slog hun blikket op og lod de hasselnødsfarvet øjne møde med den første af englene. Dernæst lod hun hele området blive analyseret, og løftede blikket op hvor hendes arme var lænket til loftet. I en ren reflekts viklede hendes fingre sig rundt om det kolde metal. Hun stod knap på tåspidserne, men det gik først op for hende nu. Blikket slog hurtigt ned på det mørke gulv. "Maybe you won't tell us Maelle's whereabouts, but perhaps she will come to find you," lød det fra en af englene som rejste sig op fra den lille skammel han havde ventet på. Hecate flyttede sit blik mod ham og kneb øjnene en anelse, hun kunne genkende ham fra nogle af de engle der havde været med Michael den aften. Hun troede ellers lige hun var blevet fri for dem. "I think you hurt your ears from last time guys. It's not gonna work," svarede hun og tog en dyb indånding. Hænderne strammede sig omkring lænkerne, mest fordi, at hun godt vidste at hun var alene denne her gang. Der var ingen chance for at Zachary ville kunne finde hende, for ingen vidste hvor hun befandt sig. "If Maelle doesn't want to be found, she will not be found," tilføjede Hecate og vippede hovedet en anelse til højre, hvor hun lod det hvile imod sin ene arm ganske kort.
"That bitch will pay for killing my wife," vrissede en anden engel og fløj op over imod Hecate, han placerede en kniv imod hybridens strube. hun kunne næsten mærke den skarpe kant imod den fine hud.

Hun holdt vejret og så manden i øjnene. Hun valgte at udføre en hallucination til at tro at en af de andre engle var Maelle, og han farede over hvorefter han næsten skulle til at overfalde en af sine venner. "Enough of this," vrissede en af de andre som gik hen. Han placerede en kæde omkring Hecate's hals. "That should keep your powers from making things worse from you."You think," mumblede hun irriteret og mærkede den overvældende følelse af at være magtesløs. "What do you guys have in store for me, gonna burn me like your friend Michael.. or perhaps electrify me?" Spurgte hun afrundet af et fnøs. Hvis hun ikke overbeviste sig selv om, at hun havde det hele under kontrol ville hun snart vælte i usikkerhed og det havde hun ikke råd til. "Perhaps worse, what ever gets us closer to Maelle. If we can get rid of her" - " Yeah I have heard that before, then you can rescue all of humanity. As if she is the worst in this situation."

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En hund. En fucking lille miniature teddybjørn af en hund var dem overordnede grund til, at Noah nu stod som publikum til, hvad han egentlig ikke ønskede at have en uddybende forklaring på. Dét at følge en tæppetisser igennem aftenen til tankstationen var én ting. En anden ting var at have ladet sig manipulere af denne tæppetisser til at tjekke ud, hvad der havde den så meget oppe at køre, at den ikke ville holde igen med at gø til et punkt, hvor selv han fik hovedpine. Ham! Et fucking genfærd! Et ekko af liv. Han havde ikke engang en oprigtig hjerne, der kunne gøre ondt, for gods sake! Men en helt tredje ting, var at blive mødt med en tøs, omringet af, had han kun kunne gætte var voldsmænd, og hængende fra midten af lokalet. Hvad fuck var der lige der skete her?

Heldigt for Noah, var han kommet igennem muren bag de .. en..to..tre.. fire fritgående individer, så selv hvis han skulle være synlig for dem - han vidste ærligtalt aldrig hvornår han ville støde på folk, der kunne se ham - så så det ud til, at han ikke blev opdaget lige med det samme. At han heller ikke ligefrem havde brugt hoveddøren, hjalp nok også med at holde hans tilstedeværelse skjult.
Men han stod til gengæld i en direkte synlinje mod pigen, og efter at have ladet blikket glide i forstyrret forvirring omkring på scenen, landede de rødglødende øjne helt automatisk på hende. Hans bryn krummede sig markant i misfornøjelse og hans tanker var tydelige at skimme i hans grotesk ligblege ansigt. What the actual fuck?! Det var lige ved, at han så provokeret ud, hvilket nok stammede fra hans uønskede skattejagt med hunden, der i sidste ende havde bagt ham her. Og hvem fuck var Maelle?! En morder, tilsyneladende. Men proceduren her lignede ikke nogen politi-forhørelse

”Tsk.” Han ytrede sig med meget sagte svovls ord, lige inden at lyset i lokalet begyndte at flimre drastisk indtil det til sidst gik helt ud i et show a gnister, som sprang pæren. Og lokalet blev badet i mørke. Der var ikke meget han kunne gøre, men han kunne da håbe, at der ikke var helt så meget hård hud og rygrad på mændene som man skulle tro. Udenfor lagerrummet, kunne man lige akkurat høre den manglende summen fra generatoren, som kortslutningen havde slukket for den for at undgå at gå fuldstændig brand.

Emne: Sv: A Vicious Cycle Lør Nov 28, 2020 3:16 pm

The lights went out and the angels suddenly lost their ability to see. "Whoever is here to help you wont make it far," one of the guys said as they looked around at each other, since Hecate was hanging just fine by herself, they made a choice to go outside in numbers. Looking around in the cold winter weather, seeing if they could find traces of anyone. Hecate thought to herself Zachary better not be out there trying to play hero, she hoped he hadn't noticed she was missing - because even if she had to die one day, she would gladly do it so he could live. It sounded dramatic, and in its own way it was - but that was how every fiber in her body felt.
Hecate could hear her own heart beating, how the fear speeded up the rhythm, even though she tried to stay calm. She wasn't sure if it were going to end here, when they came back - would they cut her off like the loose end she was? They were angels, but if Maelle had hurt them or their loved ones, they would want payback - she knew that feeling. It was an old feeling, and time healed most wounds. She looked around in the darkness around her as she tried to figure out when they would be back, but she wasn't going to let them make their return easy - for every time they reached the door she would make it sound like one of the other called from distance that there was a lead for someone. "Fucking bloody angels," she mumbled to herself and took a deeper breath in. She wasn't strong enough in this moment to break free, but she wasn't going to stop trying. Hecate felt an odd presence, but she couldn't see anything but it was like she wasn't alone - which right now wasn't very comforting at all.

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She was apparently a non-see’er. That was Noah’s first thought. That wasn’t too bad. That way he be at risk for having to deal with her afterwards. He had experienced that people had two different kind of reactions to being able to see him. Either they ran the other way. Or they seemed to stick to him like that damn puppy that had let him to the gas station in the first place.
His gazed followed the chain, that held the young woman hanging, up to the ceiling, looked for how the thing was constructed. A chain wasn’t something you’d be able to just tie a not on like you would a rope, so there should be …something. Then in silence, he started walking forward, closer to the hanging woman. The lights being out concealed him even more, however his eyes still burned through for the seeing eyes. His steps were completely avoid of sound. And he didn’t breathe either. He stopped a little way from her, where he in a sense just ignored her. Being convinced that she couldn’t see him or anything he didn’t bother and more or less pretended that she wasn’t there either. Instead was his focus still on the chains, now down where her hands were locked and where her slender fingers held on for dear life. “I hear ya, babe. Aren’t angels supposed to be some kind of embodiment of the good and pure,” he commented nonchalant, wrapped in a sigh, as he kept inspecting for weak points. He didn’t except her to hear him either. To him, he was just talking to himself.

Ah! There was something there. A small metal rod holding the chain links together with what looked like springing locking mechanisms. Pff.. A normal lock would have secured that the little damsel in distress what have kept hanging there. But this. This even he could do something with. He stepped even closer to her. So close that his body almost grazed hers as he reach up over her, making it possible for her to probably feel the cold he emitted.
Just to be safe, she turned to looked towards the door before doing anything. He could still hear the angels talking - yelling at each other in frustration, it sounded like. They were distracted. Good. Then finally he got hold of the spring-lock. Actually got hold. It wasn’t a thing he could do for long but in certain circumstances, he could make it so his body didn’t just phase through whatever he touched. And with a hold and a pull the chain link glided off the little rod, resulting in the loop, grabbing the woman’s wrists to open up and letting her out.

Emne: Sv: A Vicious Cycle Lør Nov 28, 2020 9:16 pm

She felt it like a cold shiver down her spine, almost as someone was holding a bunch of ice close to her back. Hecate took a deeper breath in, believing the cold weather outside was the reason. Winter was roaming at the moment anyways, so she didn't pay much attention to it- or perhaps she wouldn't quite believe in it. Right now, she barely believed in anything other than having to stay alive for as long as possible. Hecate took a deeper breath in, knowing her ability wouldn't hold the angels off forever, at some point they would figure out someone was playing them. Just as this thought reached her mind, she could feel her wrists suddenly being free. She slowly pulled her arms down and looked at her wrists, the hybrid knew it wasn't her own doing. "What the hell.." she mumbled to herself and took a slightly deeper breath in. She turned around finally seeing the taller guy, but thanks to the darkness she could just see almost a silhouette - not sure if it was just her own ability messing with her or something else. Hecate knew at this point, she had to get going. There was no time to get lost in thoughts, unless she wanted to get back where she started. "How.." she said in an almost whisper and took a deeper breath in. She then looked quickly towards the door again before walking towards the walls - she had to keep out of sight, and still be careful not stepping on something. Hecate thought her mind was playing tricks, she had no believes in that what she had seen was any shape of a ghost. Hecate looked for the closest window, it would be stupid to take the front door.

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She saw him. She had the sight. Or at least it looked like she did? Honestly, he wasn’t that sure about it. He stood close enough, his own sight not being blocked by the all-shallowing darkness in the room, to see her face retract when she face him. And then the next instance the moment was gone and he immediately doubted his first deduction. Narh. She might be able to see a very slight edge of him, most people with the right about of adrenalin from the fight or fly response could do that, as he had experienced. And besides, she could even hear him. He hadn’t exactly been whispering. All he gave her then was a raised brow before she turned her attention elsewhere and he took a few steps backwards away from her.
And he turned around, turning his curved forward back towards this unknown girl. He looked a bit in the directions of the door, where the angels had went out of and would probably pop their head in through soon enough, finding their prey freed from its chains. Then back over his shoulder at the girl. Or woman or whatever was the proper term to use now a days. He’d done what he could..

The phasing through the wall was no problem for him. It was his new nature after all. He didn’t have any physical features so really what was there to stop or block him? Except maybe a line of salt, but just like he had no trouble getting in, the same result showed when she walked out. No salt surrounding the tank station.
Now outside, Noah would better hear the voices of the angels, placing them on the opposite side of the building from him. Who, however, was with him on the side where he emerged was the damn fucking dog. The little annoyance that had dragged his ass all the way out to there. And of course, now it was quiet. No constant yapping to give him a non-existing headache. It just sat there, looking at him with those beady puppy eyes. It’s small tail whacking along the ground like it was a wind-up toy in a loop. In the light of the front of the closed down patrol station, the poltergeist dragged his feet over to the dog where he fell down in a squat. “There. I did it. Whatever it was you wanted me to do. Saving some stupid redhead from the dangers of the above. I sure as hell hope you’re satisfied now,” he grumped at the dog, who in fact looked quite pleased. If that was possible for a dog without human facial features. Noah sighed gruntingly and let his head hang forward as if his neck had given completely up. “I swear if this is the purpose of an afterlife…”

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// Lukker tråden her grundet sletning af karakter. Let Noah Hayes finally rest in peace... //