Once Greed had determined that his cell phone was telling him something and not simply acting up in some strange way, he listened with the utmost interest. It was only bits and pieces, but it was the first break in the day-to-day normalcy of this place he'd had since his arrival. And it certainly didn't sound normal.
All he needed was an idea of the location and he was off, taking the window route; no time to deal with his 'mother.' Enduring her worries had been worth it, as his explorations of the city now allowed him to easily head in the right direction.
They'd split. It was easier that way, ultimately . . . and although they'd been cellmates, here it was every man for himself in a mad dash for the survival prize of freedom. In truth, Michaels was feeling good as he ran; energy surged through his body, making him feel as though every step made in crashing through the brush was two, that even a bullet couldn't manage to put a hole in him.
The look on those guards' faces when he and his buddy had plugged their heads into the wall . . . priceless. Worth the small bite of that bit of blue glass going into his forearm. (God only knew why he'd done that, the rational part of his mind poked; what was the sense, but there must have been something in that thing . . .)
Yes, he was making good time, feeling good. If only he could get rid of that damn orange jumpsuit; it was feeling strangely tight . . .
He'd taken to the roofs for a stretch until the buildings began to vary too much in size and distance closer to the edge of the forest, at which point he rather unceremoniously slipped on a patch of ice and tumbled eight stories to the ground. There was only one passerby present that he could see who stared at him for this, at which he simply brushed himself off, adjusted his coat, gathered what little dignity he had at the moment, and continued running at ground level.
He rushed in past the trees, only slightly slowed down by the rougher terrain and not entirely sure what he was looking for. He had to nudge Ling for a little help on this one in the hope that the escaped convicts, apparently super-powered as they were, would therefore be detectable in some way. His theory was rewarded soon enough as Ling notified him of an uneasy feeling that something was amiss in these woods, and it was getting closer.
"That's good enough for me." He mumbled the words to himself and grinned.
Shannon would know those witchlights anywhere. The red hair, too.
His suspicions had been correct.
The phone had started going off while Shannon had been walking home; people had stared at him. Shannon normally liked that, but when he couldn't shut the damn thing off, he'd been forced to listen. And what he heard sounded like trouble. Big trouble. Trouble with a capital T. There was still only one person, no matter how much these peons had tried to convince him otherwise, only one person capable of causing trouble for Shannon. And that was Felix, of course. So Shannon was not surprised when he saw his former lover pull up to the scene of the crime. Clearly he had some business with the escapees. Clearly. How smart of Shannon to have taken a cab down here straightaway, to catch him in the act. He could not contain the grin that was spreading across his face
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May as well keep an eye on this fight too, while he was at it. Never knew which one would fall first, and it was always best to have all your bases covered.
After memorizing the first shards frequency, honing in on the second wasn't so hard. They hadn't gotten too far apart yet, so keeping up wasn't a problem. He almost wished he had someone else in on this. What a time for bets it would be. Which shard would be grabbed or denied first? Pity he didn't have much to bargain with right now.
Key words 'right now' of course. Perhaps even within a matter of minutes, he'd have at least one thing worth holding on to.
The monster would merely flicker in and out along the branches of the trees, almost ghost like.
Michael's had no idea he was being followed. In truth, he'd been an urbanite all his life; concrete and pavement would have been much easier than this place -- a tangle of leaves and branches and mud. He had very little wood-sense whatsoever. (Though he was currently wading his way up through a small stream to throw off the scent for any dogs; he'd seen it once in a movie.)
. . . What dove upon him next from the bank, though, was not a dog. An enormous shadowy shape lunged, teeth gleaming, aiming to sink into his arm. Unprepared, Michaels gave out a loud yell and toppled into the stream.
A strange glow amongst the trees a good distance to his right briefly caught his attention, though it was in the wrong direction of his target as far as he (Ling, more specifically) could tell. Though something about that light was unusual as well...
That yell and subsequent splash, however, was much more on the mark. He dismissed the strange light for now and focused purely on heading in the direction of those sounds. If this proved to be a shard, then he would take it first and then find out more about whatever that glow was.
It was Shannon's turn to give a satisfied smirk. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Free to do your heresy without anyone to stop you? I am finally doing it, Felix. I am stopping you-- hey!" Felix was moving away from him. Shannon's talking was important. More important than - wait, was that a scream? "Your powers know no limits, apparently." It was time to do this. Shannon had never felt this kind of adrenaline. Things were on the line. People were screaming.
He hurried after Felix, uses his courtly grace to avoid branches and steady himself on the uneven terrain. "What have you done?!"
Swearing now. Copious amounts of it. Michaels was much more concerned about keeping his life away from a giant pair of fangs than he was with stealth. After all, what was freedom if you got your stomach ripped out? The creature pursued him relentlessly in snaps and gulps of teeth and tongue, a growl rising up through the trees in its impatience. It was a wolf nearly as large as a bear, its paws plowing through water and stone.
Michaels moved as rapidly as he could, but his flesh was straining now against his jumpsuit, the fabric cutting into his muscles. He'd been lucky thus far, but who knew if it would continue?
The noise now was constant, as the escaped inmate seemed to be cursing up a storm amongst splashing. It wasn't until he caught his first glimpse of movement through the trees that he heard the growl of the creature attacking him
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She'd known from the beginning that it was a very Lois Lane-like thing to do. She knew full well that Lois Lane also tended to be the one to get in trouble, to be scorned as the persistently in-distress damsel.
But she also knew that Lane hadn't gained her reputation by sitting at home. And that she wined and dined her sources for a reason.
The police were blocking off roads, but Fuu was a Haven native, and her sources were good. On a gamble she twisted her car off the main roads onto a small service road -- barely a track. From there she proceeded on foot, loping through a field of tall grass towards the edge of the trees.
. . . As far as finding action, she didn't have to wait long or struggle hard. The noise and the lights drew her, surely as a beacon, towards the battle.
Shannon took in the scene before him, unnaturally calm and collected, the noise around him turning to static in his ears. He stared at the bulking man, the big damn wolf and the little kid fighting it, Felix and his order... This was not what he expected. For one, Felix was not the monster. The monster that was, though distracted, only a short distance from him.
It was time to freak out.
Shannon screamed, a high-pitched, undignified scream. He was sweating from the hike into the forest, and now it was a cold sweat. Terror was not beautiful. In a shrill voice - absent was the attempt at stealth he had displayed earlier - he yelled at the scene in front of him: "What is that thing?!"
He made no move to follow Felix's order. He made no move at all.
The blow hit hard into the wolf's skull, for a moment knocking it off balance, making it stumble sideways in the water. Michaels took advantage of the moment to throw himself sideways, scrambling up the bank.
. . . He might be somewhat difficult to grab. He was over seven feet now, and still growing. The sound of tearing cloth was almost an explosion . . . and was that hair growing across his back?
Meanwhile, the wolf wouldn't take long, whirling, attempting to snap down on Greed's head.
Felix and Shannon also couldn't count themselves out . . . a tree root snagged soundly around Shannon's boot, coiling tightly.
All he needed was an idea of the location and he was off, taking the window route; no time to deal with his 'mother.' Enduring her worries had been worth it, as his explorations of the city now allowed him to easily head in the right direction.
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The look on those guards' faces when he and his buddy had plugged their heads into the wall . . . priceless. Worth the small bite of that bit of blue glass going into his forearm. (God only knew why he'd done that, the rational part of his mind poked; what was the sense, but there must have been something in that thing . . .)
Yes, he was making good time, feeling good. If only he could get rid of that damn orange jumpsuit; it was feeling strangely tight . . .
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He rushed in past the trees, only slightly slowed down by the rougher terrain and not entirely sure what he was looking for. He had to nudge Ling for a little help on this one in the hope that the escaped convicts, apparently super-powered as they were, would therefore be detectable in some way. His theory was rewarded soon enough as Ling notified him of an uneasy feeling that something was amiss in these woods, and it was getting closer.
"That's good enough for me." He mumbled the words to himself and grinned.
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His suspicions had been correct.
The phone had started going off while Shannon had been walking home; people had stared at him. Shannon normally liked that, but when he couldn't shut the damn thing off, he'd been forced to listen. And what he heard sounded like trouble. Big trouble. Trouble with a capital T. There was still only one person, no matter how much these peons had tried to convince him otherwise, only one person capable of causing trouble for Shannon. And that was Felix, of course. So Shannon was not surprised when he saw his former lover pull up to the scene of the crime. Clearly he had some business with the escapees. Clearly. How smart of Shannon to have taken a cab down here straightaway, to catch him in the act. He could not contain the grin that was spreading across his face ( ... )
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After memorizing the first shards frequency, honing in on the second wasn't so hard. They hadn't gotten too far apart yet, so keeping up wasn't a problem. He almost wished he had someone else in on this. What a time for bets it would be. Which shard would be grabbed or denied first? Pity he didn't have much to bargain with right now.
Key words 'right now' of course. Perhaps even within a matter of minutes, he'd have at least one thing worth holding on to.
The monster would merely flicker in and out along the branches of the trees, almost ghost like.
Not even a small attempt to step in yet.
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. . . What dove upon him next from the bank, though, was not a dog. An enormous shadowy shape lunged, teeth gleaming, aiming to sink into his arm. Unprepared, Michaels gave out a loud yell and toppled into the stream.
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That yell and subsequent splash, however, was much more on the mark. He dismissed the strange light for now and focused purely on heading in the direction of those sounds. If this proved to be a shard, then he would take it first and then find out more about whatever that glow was.
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He hurried after Felix, uses his courtly grace to avoid branches and steady himself on the uneven terrain. "What have you done?!"
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Michaels moved as rapidly as he could, but his flesh was straining now against his jumpsuit, the fabric cutting into his muscles. He'd been lucky thus far, but who knew if it would continue?
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But she also knew that Lane hadn't gained her reputation by sitting at home. And that she wined and dined her sources for a reason.
The police were blocking off roads, but Fuu was a Haven native, and her sources were good. On a gamble she twisted her car off the main roads onto a small service road -- barely a track. From there she proceeded on foot, loping through a field of tall grass towards the edge of the trees.
. . . As far as finding action, she didn't have to wait long or struggle hard. The noise and the lights drew her, surely as a beacon, towards the battle.
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It was time to freak out.
Shannon screamed, a high-pitched, undignified scream. He was sweating from the hike into the forest, and now it was a cold sweat. Terror was not beautiful. In a shrill voice - absent was the attempt at stealth he had displayed earlier - he yelled at the scene in front of him: "What is that thing?!"
He made no move to follow Felix's order. He made no move at all.
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. . . He might be somewhat difficult to grab. He was over seven feet now, and still growing. The sound of tearing cloth was almost an explosion . . . and was that hair growing across his back?
Meanwhile, the wolf wouldn't take long, whirling, attempting to snap down on Greed's head.
Felix and Shannon also couldn't count themselves out . . . a tree root snagged soundly around Shannon's boot, coiling tightly.
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