Dammit I changed again [AIM log]
WHO: Hiruma Youichi,
WHAT: Hiruma finally transforms, and it's not pretty.
WHERE: Casa del Blondie
WHEN: Tonight, the night of the full moon
It was about 7:00 when the doorknob twisted and Hiruma came in, dragging the last of his stuff from the soon to be completed football field with him. It looked like it MIGHT rain in the next couple of days, and he didn't want to leave the stuff out there.
However, the boy looked like death warmed over. His face was pale, sweaty and clammy, and the wound on his hand looked worse than it did the first day he got it. He let the stuff slip out of his hand and on to the floor before collapsing on to the couch. He put a hand over his face and rubbed, hoping it would make his headache go away, or at least ease it.
It didn't. But it did hide his eyes from the lights, which looked more and more horrible by the minute, like miniature burning suns.
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Claire had been in the kitchen, attempting to make something like a good dinner to celebrate the fact that Hiruma was feeling better-- given that he didn't like sweet things, which meant cake was obviously out of the question.
That, and there might have been a bit of guilt involved in the process, too, but when she heard him come in and set down her spoon to go look, her heart fell.
Hiruma never just... let himself haphazardly drop onto the couch when coming back from anything, not even endurance training. He typically got his things straightened out and then fell into bed.
This was... bad news.
"What's wrong? And don't lie to me."
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He mumbled something that might have been words, then looked at her, trying not to look as pathetic as he felt, "Can you turn off the lights? I have a splitting headache." He curled up on the couch and made a small noise.
Yeah, this was bad.
He felt horrible, even more horrible than he had right after the bite. He was nauseated, his heart rate was irregular and he was shivering even though he was burning up. Not to mention there was a splitting, acute pain in his hand. Coming from the bite, which should have been good and healed by now, even without Claire's help.
".... I feel like shit. Worse than before."
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Claire's eyes went wide and she dropped to her knees by his side, as soon as she'd turned the lights off.
"You're... god... I hope this isn't-- I don't--"
Biting her lip, she ran a hand over her face before grabbing the blanket from behind her on the chair to offer it to him.
"You're shivering. Are you actually cold, or--" One hand reached out for his forehead, her eyes going wide again. "Oh god, you're burning up."
"I don't know what to do," she whispered, shaking her head. "Should I get a doctor? Do you want anything? Is this-- this doesn't have to do with the bite, does it?"
Please no please no please no please no.
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Much better. Well, a little better. His head wasn't splitting any more.
"Isn't what?" He was a little disoriented from his fever. He took the blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, looking every bit like a child.
He made a face, then offered her his hand, showing the angry wound, "If it is... that.... what can a doctor do?"
He took his throbbing hand back and curled it up under the blanket, He sat quietly for a moment, then gagged. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom, quickly, to take care of whatever food was in his stomach. He splashed water on his face from the sink and then leaned in the doorway, looking at Claire.
"I think... I'm gonna go to my room."
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"Isn't something like... the whole... I don't want you turning into an animal, I really don't."
Claire winced and bit her lip again, flinching when he showed her his hand.
"I know, I just thought-- nevermind."
She couldn't have finished the thought if she'd tried, regardless, because the next thing she knew, Hiruma was scrambling to get off the couch to make friends with the toilet.
"No, go into my-- our room. It's bigger, and I want to be able to take care of you. I don't want you holing yourself up into your room when you're this sick."
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"Yeah, I don't want to, either.... maybe it's not that."
He didn't sound convinced. He almost knew what was coming, but he didn't want to think about it. He really didn't want to think about it at all, but it was hard not to.
"There's nothing a doctor can do." He grimaced.
Hiruma didn't even have the energy to complain, "Fine. Your room, my room. That just means I don't have to clean vomit out of my bed." He made his way to the stairs and grabbed the railing, steadying himself. He felt like he was going to be sick again and he heaved, but there was nothing left.
"Ugh."
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"Stop being a smartass, you don't have the energy," she said with a scowl.
This was going to be terrible. She could feel it coming as it was, climbing up the stairs behind him.
"God, just... come on, get into the room, there's a bathroom in there, too, so you don't have to run out if you end up throwing up again... anything I can do to help?"
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"I always have the energy to be a smart ass," He said, managing a small grin, He made his way to the top of the stairs and into the master bedroom. He curled up on the bed, pulling the sheets around him.
For another 20 minutes, he continued to be sick, going to the bathroom at least twice more to worship the porcelain god.
Finally, around the time the sun had set and the moon was coming up, he had begun to feel a little better. Maybe not quite as miserable.
But not for long.
The dull pain suddenly increased from the sharp throb to a stabbing pain in his gut and in his right hand. He clenched his right fist and grabbed at his stomach with the other. He coughed, tasted something coppery in his mouth and felt something warm on his lips and then run down his chin. Blood leaked like a hemorrhage from his nose and mouth, staining the front of his shirt and his bed sheets.
He touched the red stuff, then looked at his hand. He groaned and clenched his fist tighter, "What's.... happening..."
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Claire had stayed with him. Gotten a book, sat by his side, had read and watched to make sure nothing was happening.
Nothing was. It was fine.
Until he suddenly convulsed on the bed, making Claire drop the book and scramble to get up off her chair, seemingly jumping onto the bed with him.
"I don't know," she whispered desperately, eyes wide, shaking her head. "Oh god, you're-- fuck."
Running a harried hand through her hair, she took his hand, eyes getting slightly damp.
She couldn't fix it. There was nothing she could do, and she couldn't fix this.
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His right hand sprung as if it were a coiled spring, the wound angrier and more rotted looking than ever before. Then it began.
Hiruma watched in mixed pain and complete horror as the fingers began to stretch and crack, nails turning black and long. The thumb and forefinger stopped growing when they were about 6 or 7 inches long, but the other three digits kept going, a thin membrane stretching between them.
"No.... Nonononono. No no," Hiruma shook his head, teeth gritted. But the pain began to creep up his arm, intense and getting worse, multiplying as it covered more area. The wing kept forming, wingbones not stopping until they were several feet in length, the long bones in his arms stretching, as the pain spread.
The teen grimaced, grinding his teeth against the pain. It felt like every single bone in his body was breaking, stretching, cracking, reforming. He was in so much pain that he was no longer noticing the changes, horrible as they were. The bones in his chest were cracking now as they increased in size to hold the muscles he would need for flying. The cavity doubled in width and depth, muscles bulging and twitching. His shirt ripped under the pressure of his growing ribcage, ending up in shreds on the bed and around him.
The transformative process hit his spine. Partially transformed, Hiruma's back arched and a still mostly human scream of agony came from his mouth and the young man seized and ended up on the floor on his back on the opposite side of the bed from Claire.
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She'd never seen anything like this. She hadn't wanted to. Not now, not ever.
Not with him.
Not this. Anything but this. What they'd known was coming and had dreaded for ages now.
Goddammit.
Claire's eyes went so wide they couldn't go any further, and she shrank back from him, a small squeak escaping her as she watched this.
Anything but this.
And there was nothing she could do to stop it, at all.
"Hiruma," she whispered, voice almost panicked when he finished, body morphed and queer and bat-like. "Are you still in there?"
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The creature on the floor looked up at the girl with pleading, still mostly human eyes. "B-b-blondie. H-help..... me."
Now the transformation was affected all of the parts of his body at once; his legs, his other arm, his head and face. His legs did not change much. They increased in muscle mass and his feet rearranged themselves into an almost hand-like formation, the nails also growing long and black. The increased musculature also reduced his boxers to shreds, but by then, fur had covered anything. Not that modesty was at the top of his priority list.
From the base of his spine, a small tail pushed itself out; first the bones, then the muscles, then the skin and fur. The golden and brown fur that was also working its way all over his body save for the undersides of his feet and parts of his fingers, face and ears.
His face twisting was one of the most painful parts of all, and one of the worst to watch. He kept his eyes clenched tightly closed and tried hard not to scream. But scream and moan he did, now sounds far more chiropteran than human, high pitched, piercing. He buried his face in the thick ruff fur of his neck as his new muzzle pushed out, teeth growing longer and thicker, nose flattening out. His ears, too, grew, tall, large.
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It was more than horrible to watch. But if it was this awful to watch, Claire was forced to realize just how awful it had be to endure personally.
Help him. How the hell was she supposed to help him. For days, no, weeks by now, she'd wanted to help him. And now this.
Now she really couldn't help him.
Tears started to run down her face as she watched, helpless to anything at all, shaking her head wordlessly. "I don't know what to do."
When it seemed to be done, she tentatively crawled forward on the bed, looking at him with big, scared eyes, and reached her hand out. "Please tell me you're still in there."
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Hiruma, the monster, the beast, was almost complete. He stayed on all fours, completed wings bent back along his body, as the last few muscles and bones and organs popped and snapped into place, the pain fading, a little.
But as Hiruma's wild eyes opened, pure teal with tiny pupils, he did not care about the pain any more. He was inside, trapped. Strange smells, piercing sounds. Hungry, need food. Not. Enough. Open. Space. No food here.
Too close.
Trapped.
I have to get out.
The monster shrieked a horrible half-human, half-bat screech, piercing enough to send cracks through the glass in the window and in the mirror. The beast stood on shaky feet. Unnatural. Need to get in the air. Get outside. Get outside get outside get outside.
Wild, almost scared, eyes scanned the room.
That human, that thing, that girl, that female, was talking to him. He turned on her and shrieked again, enough to send the remnants of the glass to the floor.
Wait, no, don't hurt her!
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Claire continued to watch in horror, flinching as he shrieked, wincing up at him.
Goddammit.
Something was very, very wrong here.
"Hiruma," she repeated slowly, voice trembling, "can you hear me?"
He had to be able to talk to her. God, please let him be able to talk to her.
She could get a notepad, or something, anything, if she had to. She just--
Why this. Why now. Why any of this.
Her stomach turned and twisted as she stared back up at him, not moving, not daring to, wishing there was something, anything she could do, afraid to do anything too drastic lest he did something similarly so.
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Somewhere, deep inside, he heard her. He comprehended. But the beast was at the forefront, and it didn't really care too much about this would-be mate. She wasn't even a therian, she was just a normal girl.
His pure teal eyes twitched as he looked into hers.
He didn't like the way she was looking at her. It looked threatening.
The beast screeched and pulled back a wing, backhanding the girl with enough force to knock her to the ground. He screeched again, a warning, then turned to the window.
Window. Escape. Freedom. By then, the moon had risen and reflected her pale light on his fur. He crawled to the window and gave a sort of chatter that dissolved into a growl, then jumped from the window, wings spreading, then flapping. then off into the night the monster went, driven by hunger and need.
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Her eyes were begging, pleading with him. Asking him to please, please, be in there, be more in control, not hurt her, not try and escape--
Nothing.
And then pain as she was thrown to the floor, scrambling to get up again only to see him look to the window.
"Hiruma, NO! Please, don't--"
Too late. He was already gone, and Claire watched from the window as she saw him fly out.
Goddammit.
Without another thought on it, Claire followed suit, jumping from the open window and onto the street.
It was only a floor, but her ankle twisted painfully as she landed, making her pause and readjust before scrambling to get up and run in the same direction he'd flown.
No one better touch him.
It was going to be a long night.
WHAT: Hiruma finally transforms, and it's not pretty.
WHERE: Casa del Blondie
WHEN: Tonight, the night of the full moon
It was about 7:00 when the doorknob twisted and Hiruma came in, dragging the last of his stuff from the soon to be completed football field with him. It looked like it MIGHT rain in the next couple of days, and he didn't want to leave the stuff out there.
However, the boy looked like death warmed over. His face was pale, sweaty and clammy, and the wound on his hand looked worse than it did the first day he got it. He let the stuff slip out of his hand and on to the floor before collapsing on to the couch. He put a hand over his face and rubbed, hoping it would make his headache go away, or at least ease it.
It didn't. But it did hide his eyes from the lights, which looked more and more horrible by the minute, like miniature burning suns.
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Claire had been in the kitchen, attempting to make something like a good dinner to celebrate the fact that Hiruma was feeling better-- given that he didn't like sweet things, which meant cake was obviously out of the question.
That, and there might have been a bit of guilt involved in the process, too, but when she heard him come in and set down her spoon to go look, her heart fell.
Hiruma never just... let himself haphazardly drop onto the couch when coming back from anything, not even endurance training. He typically got his things straightened out and then fell into bed.
This was... bad news.
"What's wrong? And don't lie to me."
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He mumbled something that might have been words, then looked at her, trying not to look as pathetic as he felt, "Can you turn off the lights? I have a splitting headache." He curled up on the couch and made a small noise.
Yeah, this was bad.
He felt horrible, even more horrible than he had right after the bite. He was nauseated, his heart rate was irregular and he was shivering even though he was burning up. Not to mention there was a splitting, acute pain in his hand. Coming from the bite, which should have been good and healed by now, even without Claire's help.
".... I feel like shit. Worse than before."
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Claire's eyes went wide and she dropped to her knees by his side, as soon as she'd turned the lights off.
"You're... god... I hope this isn't-- I don't--"
Biting her lip, she ran a hand over her face before grabbing the blanket from behind her on the chair to offer it to him.
"You're shivering. Are you actually cold, or--" One hand reached out for his forehead, her eyes going wide again. "Oh god, you're burning up."
"I don't know what to do," she whispered, shaking her head. "Should I get a doctor? Do you want anything? Is this-- this doesn't have to do with the bite, does it?"
Please no please no please no please no.
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Much better. Well, a little better. His head wasn't splitting any more.
"Isn't what?" He was a little disoriented from his fever. He took the blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, looking every bit like a child.
He made a face, then offered her his hand, showing the angry wound, "If it is... that.... what can a doctor do?"
He took his throbbing hand back and curled it up under the blanket, He sat quietly for a moment, then gagged. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom, quickly, to take care of whatever food was in his stomach. He splashed water on his face from the sink and then leaned in the doorway, looking at Claire.
"I think... I'm gonna go to my room."
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"Isn't something like... the whole... I don't want you turning into an animal, I really don't."
Claire winced and bit her lip again, flinching when he showed her his hand.
"I know, I just thought-- nevermind."
She couldn't have finished the thought if she'd tried, regardless, because the next thing she knew, Hiruma was scrambling to get off the couch to make friends with the toilet.
"No, go into my-- our room. It's bigger, and I want to be able to take care of you. I don't want you holing yourself up into your room when you're this sick."
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"Yeah, I don't want to, either.... maybe it's not that."
He didn't sound convinced. He almost knew what was coming, but he didn't want to think about it. He really didn't want to think about it at all, but it was hard not to.
"There's nothing a doctor can do." He grimaced.
Hiruma didn't even have the energy to complain, "Fine. Your room, my room. That just means I don't have to clean vomit out of my bed." He made his way to the stairs and grabbed the railing, steadying himself. He felt like he was going to be sick again and he heaved, but there was nothing left.
"Ugh."
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"Stop being a smartass, you don't have the energy," she said with a scowl.
This was going to be terrible. She could feel it coming as it was, climbing up the stairs behind him.
"God, just... come on, get into the room, there's a bathroom in there, too, so you don't have to run out if you end up throwing up again... anything I can do to help?"
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"I always have the energy to be a smart ass," He said, managing a small grin, He made his way to the top of the stairs and into the master bedroom. He curled up on the bed, pulling the sheets around him.
For another 20 minutes, he continued to be sick, going to the bathroom at least twice more to worship the porcelain god.
Finally, around the time the sun had set and the moon was coming up, he had begun to feel a little better. Maybe not quite as miserable.
But not for long.
The dull pain suddenly increased from the sharp throb to a stabbing pain in his gut and in his right hand. He clenched his right fist and grabbed at his stomach with the other. He coughed, tasted something coppery in his mouth and felt something warm on his lips and then run down his chin. Blood leaked like a hemorrhage from his nose and mouth, staining the front of his shirt and his bed sheets.
He touched the red stuff, then looked at his hand. He groaned and clenched his fist tighter, "What's.... happening..."
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Claire had stayed with him. Gotten a book, sat by his side, had read and watched to make sure nothing was happening.
Nothing was. It was fine.
Until he suddenly convulsed on the bed, making Claire drop the book and scramble to get up off her chair, seemingly jumping onto the bed with him.
"I don't know," she whispered desperately, eyes wide, shaking her head. "Oh god, you're-- fuck."
Running a harried hand through her hair, she took his hand, eyes getting slightly damp.
She couldn't fix it. There was nothing she could do, and she couldn't fix this.
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His right hand sprung as if it were a coiled spring, the wound angrier and more rotted looking than ever before. Then it began.
Hiruma watched in mixed pain and complete horror as the fingers began to stretch and crack, nails turning black and long. The thumb and forefinger stopped growing when they were about 6 or 7 inches long, but the other three digits kept going, a thin membrane stretching between them.
"No.... Nonononono. No no," Hiruma shook his head, teeth gritted. But the pain began to creep up his arm, intense and getting worse, multiplying as it covered more area. The wing kept forming, wingbones not stopping until they were several feet in length, the long bones in his arms stretching, as the pain spread.
The teen grimaced, grinding his teeth against the pain. It felt like every single bone in his body was breaking, stretching, cracking, reforming. He was in so much pain that he was no longer noticing the changes, horrible as they were. The bones in his chest were cracking now as they increased in size to hold the muscles he would need for flying. The cavity doubled in width and depth, muscles bulging and twitching. His shirt ripped under the pressure of his growing ribcage, ending up in shreds on the bed and around him.
The transformative process hit his spine. Partially transformed, Hiruma's back arched and a still mostly human scream of agony came from his mouth and the young man seized and ended up on the floor on his back on the opposite side of the bed from Claire.
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She'd never seen anything like this. She hadn't wanted to. Not now, not ever.
Not with him.
Not this. Anything but this. What they'd known was coming and had dreaded for ages now.
Goddammit.
Claire's eyes went so wide they couldn't go any further, and she shrank back from him, a small squeak escaping her as she watched this.
Anything but this.
And there was nothing she could do to stop it, at all.
"Hiruma," she whispered, voice almost panicked when he finished, body morphed and queer and bat-like. "Are you still in there?"
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The creature on the floor looked up at the girl with pleading, still mostly human eyes. "B-b-blondie. H-help..... me."
Now the transformation was affected all of the parts of his body at once; his legs, his other arm, his head and face. His legs did not change much. They increased in muscle mass and his feet rearranged themselves into an almost hand-like formation, the nails also growing long and black. The increased musculature also reduced his boxers to shreds, but by then, fur had covered anything. Not that modesty was at the top of his priority list.
From the base of his spine, a small tail pushed itself out; first the bones, then the muscles, then the skin and fur. The golden and brown fur that was also working its way all over his body save for the undersides of his feet and parts of his fingers, face and ears.
His face twisting was one of the most painful parts of all, and one of the worst to watch. He kept his eyes clenched tightly closed and tried hard not to scream. But scream and moan he did, now sounds far more chiropteran than human, high pitched, piercing. He buried his face in the thick ruff fur of his neck as his new muzzle pushed out, teeth growing longer and thicker, nose flattening out. His ears, too, grew, tall, large.
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It was more than horrible to watch. But if it was this awful to watch, Claire was forced to realize just how awful it had be to endure personally.
Help him. How the hell was she supposed to help him. For days, no, weeks by now, she'd wanted to help him. And now this.
Now she really couldn't help him.
Tears started to run down her face as she watched, helpless to anything at all, shaking her head wordlessly. "I don't know what to do."
When it seemed to be done, she tentatively crawled forward on the bed, looking at him with big, scared eyes, and reached her hand out. "Please tell me you're still in there."
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Hiruma, the monster, the beast, was almost complete. He stayed on all fours, completed wings bent back along his body, as the last few muscles and bones and organs popped and snapped into place, the pain fading, a little.
But as Hiruma's wild eyes opened, pure teal with tiny pupils, he did not care about the pain any more. He was inside, trapped. Strange smells, piercing sounds. Hungry, need food. Not. Enough. Open. Space. No food here.
Too close.
Trapped.
I have to get out.
The monster shrieked a horrible half-human, half-bat screech, piercing enough to send cracks through the glass in the window and in the mirror. The beast stood on shaky feet. Unnatural. Need to get in the air. Get outside. Get outside get outside get outside.
Wild, almost scared, eyes scanned the room.
That human, that thing, that girl, that female, was talking to him. He turned on her and shrieked again, enough to send the remnants of the glass to the floor.
Wait, no, don't hurt her!
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Claire continued to watch in horror, flinching as he shrieked, wincing up at him.
Goddammit.
Something was very, very wrong here.
"Hiruma," she repeated slowly, voice trembling, "can you hear me?"
He had to be able to talk to her. God, please let him be able to talk to her.
She could get a notepad, or something, anything, if she had to. She just--
Why this. Why now. Why any of this.
Her stomach turned and twisted as she stared back up at him, not moving, not daring to, wishing there was something, anything she could do, afraid to do anything too drastic lest he did something similarly so.
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Somewhere, deep inside, he heard her. He comprehended. But the beast was at the forefront, and it didn't really care too much about this would-be mate. She wasn't even a therian, she was just a normal girl.
His pure teal eyes twitched as he looked into hers.
He didn't like the way she was looking at her. It looked threatening.
The beast screeched and pulled back a wing, backhanding the girl with enough force to knock her to the ground. He screeched again, a warning, then turned to the window.
Window. Escape. Freedom. By then, the moon had risen and reflected her pale light on his fur. He crawled to the window and gave a sort of chatter that dissolved into a growl, then jumped from the window, wings spreading, then flapping. then off into the night the monster went, driven by hunger and need.
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Her eyes were begging, pleading with him. Asking him to please, please, be in there, be more in control, not hurt her, not try and escape--
Nothing.
And then pain as she was thrown to the floor, scrambling to get up again only to see him look to the window.
"Hiruma, NO! Please, don't--"
Too late. He was already gone, and Claire watched from the window as she saw him fly out.
Goddammit.
Without another thought on it, Claire followed suit, jumping from the open window and onto the street.
It was only a floor, but her ankle twisted painfully as she landed, making her pause and readjust before scrambling to get up and run in the same direction he'd flown.
No one better touch him.
It was going to be a long night.