Toto, I don't think we're in London anymore...
His head hurts. Ricky opens his eyes, unsure as to where exactly he is. He feels a sudden sense of urgency. He needs to get away. Now. They are coming for him. It is all a blur, Mickey's horrified face and then the sudden black. He was sure he'd died, but he doubted Heaven looked like this. The events were flashing through his head. He is positive that none of this possible can be real.
They had made it clear they had to destroy all rogue elements. He is a rogue element. What is he doing here? He stares at one of the blackened walls, trying to make sense of it. Then he realizes he needs to move, and move fast. It is a miracle he is alive; he should not waste time. He should not let them attempt to catch up.
Or perhaps they are detaining him here. Perhaps they will try to torture him and get the rest of the Preachers. That didn't seem right, though. That didn't seem the style of Lumic's creatures, even if he had only met them so briefly. They had been very clear he was to die.
So why?
Getting up to his feet, Ricky holds a hand up to his head, wishing the blasted headache would fade away. His vision is quickly coming back into focus, and he gathers in his surrounding properly. It doesn't look like a holding cell. It is a bit too comfortable for that, even if it isn't exactly what he would call comfortable. A television, a sofa, and a bed. A bookshelf. A decrepit piece of machinery that he honestly couldn't place, and in his line of work, he had seen a lot of machinery of all different sorts.
But he has no time for this. He needs to try and find a way out. Even if those things are holding him here, he needs to get out and warn the rest of the Preachers. He needs to find Jake. Oh god, he hopes Jake is still alive. He isn't sure how he would hold up if Jake hadn't made it.
They had made it clear they had to destroy all rogue elements. He is a rogue element. What is he doing here? He stares at one of the blackened walls, trying to make sense of it. Then he realizes he needs to move, and move fast. It is a miracle he is alive; he should not waste time. He should not let them attempt to catch up.
Or perhaps they are detaining him here. Perhaps they will try to torture him and get the rest of the Preachers. That didn't seem right, though. That didn't seem the style of Lumic's creatures, even if he had only met them so briefly. They had been very clear he was to die.
So why?
Getting up to his feet, Ricky holds a hand up to his head, wishing the blasted headache would fade away. His vision is quickly coming back into focus, and he gathers in his surrounding properly. It doesn't look like a holding cell. It is a bit too comfortable for that, even if it isn't exactly what he would call comfortable. A television, a sofa, and a bed. A bookshelf. A decrepit piece of machinery that he honestly couldn't place, and in his line of work, he had seen a lot of machinery of all different sorts.
But he has no time for this. He needs to try and find a way out. Even if those things are holding him here, he needs to get out and warn the rest of the Preachers. He needs to find Jake. Oh god, he hopes Jake is still alive. He isn't sure how he would hold up if Jake hadn't made it.