Die unendliche schreie

[inneedofasmoke]

[In a darkened corridor of the Chalice in the dead of night... the sound of shuffling fills the air... a flick... light. So weak in this engulfing blackness. It was joined by more like itself. Yet there was still not enough light.]

...

[A clatter. A pocket knife bouncing across the plating of the floor. The sound of a hand sliding across the walls.]

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[zeonfunnelcake]

"Because I know how frightening it is, to stand face to face with the monsters in your mind. To call out for help, and to still find yourself... very much alone." She got down on her knees, tucking her legs under her body on the cold floor. "Maybe we're not so different after all, you and I. ."

[inneedofasmoke]

Maybe... but you'll live longer.

[A rasping chuckle - Luger twitches violently before turning to look at the blood on the walls... just... staring at it.]

[zeonfunnelcake]

"Perhaps. But I'll let you in on a secret," Damnit Char, what is taking so long. "Villains don't live very long anyways, I'm often surprised I've made it this far. But if you stopped using your blood as paint you might find yourself in a little better shape." Haman didn't even want to pretend that she wanted to know what was going on inside his head, fear is what she suspected, and she had enough of her own.

Haman looked too, she didn't speak german, but she could feel the resonance of his madness in the bloody scrawl.
What could break so strong a man into such little pieces... Haman dreaded to wonder.

[redfckngcomet]

Char was finally starting to come around. He could sense the pain Lugar was in long before he arrived in the hallway, which was why he also put in a call with the infirmary to send medics to where Haman was, as well. It took him just a little bit longer than usual because of it.

When he arrived... it looked like something out of a horror movie. "Haman...? Lugar?" he asked, his sunglasses nearly falling off his face.

He almost felt sick.

[inneedofasmoke]

[Luger merely gives the Red Comet a look. But if feels unnerving. Like he's looking through you.... or past you at something that's just behind you Char.]

Do you hear the voices too?

[His tone, normally jovial or sarcastic or just odd in one manner or another was deader than a morgue.]

[2good4thegundam]

[And oh hey it's a Sayla, wearing a face mask, rubber gloves, and carrying several dangerous-looking bottles.]

Haman, Char, stand back. Do not touch your eyes, nose, mouth, or anything else.

[She's just gonna squirt some junk right on Luger's cut up hands. 'Junk' that happens to sting, a lot.]

[zeonfunnelcake]

At last, reinforcements had arrived.
Haman got up slowly, suddenly acutely aware of how much of his blood was on her hands, and her shirt.
" I'm sorry." There was no point taking back her cowl now, so she left it in his hands as she stood up, and backed up slowly, giving Sayla room to move in. She was the doctor after all.

Haman just kind of stood there, as if struck by something, she seemed unable to look away from Luger's face.
Because she saw in him the very thing she feared inside herself.

[inneedofasmoke]

[Luger twitched and hissed, grasping his painfully stinging hand as it lashed out at him like a thousand hot needles to the skin. Sudden aftershocks of pain suddenly lanced through his body and the world seemed to spin far too fast. Luger almost met the ground before he caught himself.]

[He doesn't seem to acknowledge Haman's apology... he looked far too unfocused, too out of it... but he was gripping that cowl like a safety line.]

[redfckngcomet]

Char watched as Sayla went to work. He was thrilled to see his sister be the hero, but any of that would have to wait until after she was done. Both he and Haman would have to go through decontamination after this, which meant a scalding hot shower with antiseptic spray, if not some UV exposure. But that wasn't what he was worried about.

As a Newtype, it was easy to sense the fear coming from Haman. It was something he sensed coming from her more and more often, even if she was very good at hiding it. But she knew she couldn't hide it from him, not to mention Kamille and Sayla. He'd have to ask her in what in the hell just happened, later.

The pain he sensed coming from Lugar felt excruciating, for someone with empathy like him. He hadn't felt something like this since... since...

... Solomon.

[2good4thegundam]

[And with that out of the way, Sayla sets to work on bandaging up Luger's hands.]

You really are a handful...

[zeonfunnelcake]

Haman is careful not to touch anything, holding her hands in front of her chest, and keeping a healthy distance as she slipped behind Char.

"Sorry I got you into this. But I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't just leave him like that." She paused, and swallowed the lump in her throat. "It would have been.... cruel." For a moment Haman saw herself there on the ground, under Sayla's fierce handy work, and it frightened her even further.

What was cruel was how long it was going to take to get his blood off, and that her favorite cowl and tunic where bound to be headed for the incinerator before the night was through.

She wondered what was wrong with it, Luger's blood, aside from being blood and all, it looked normal enough, it was the same color as her own, wasn't it?

[inneedofasmoke]

[If left alone long enough one would notice the blood begin to blacken and take the consistency of tar... that blood was loaded with more diseases one could ever expect - not that Haman would tell until the shivers and dizzy spells start up. Don't worry though Sayla's treated mild Luger infections before.]

Gott... it isn't like I ever asked for this.

[redfckngcomet]

Char had to stop himself from gasping as he saw just how virulent his blood was. Why wasn't this man kept in 24 hour quarantine? It was... he was a walking bio-hazard!

He was now even more worried about Haman, and he was sure Sayla could sense it.