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.]

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[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]

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.