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Nightshift 45: Greenhouse Yard

Nov 25, 2009 01:46

( From here.Pulling Chris through the door, Sean nearly slipped on the grass as he ran barefoot across the yard outside the greenhouse. It was quiet--a strange and eerie silence that made Sean's skin crawl. He had a bad feeling about being outside. Like eyes were watching him run across the grass. Like he shouldn't be out here without something ( Read more... )

artemis, haku, schuldig

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faithful_frost November 26 2009, 04:18:30 UTC

He could feel something warm and wet run down his chest and leg and Chris bit back another wince. His stiches had torn and now he'd get into even more trouble. Chis reached up and pressed his hand over his heart, feeling it pound as he peered through the darkness.

It really was only a matter of time before they were caught, but for some reason, something was telling him that it wasn't the crazy red-haired man they needed to worry about...

faithful_frost December 3 2009, 05:53:33 UTC

When Sean froze, Chris tensed up and readied himself for the classic 'fight or flight' senario. Either they were about to die here, or ... well, they wouldn't. That was simple. All Chris had to do was to push away all his fear and confront the threat. He could almost hear his m... uncle in his mind.

fear is weakness. I don't need weakness around me He clasped Sean's hand tightly and slipped his free hand into his pocket, hands closing on cool, sharp metal.

k4t4str0ph4l December 3 2009, 07:25:46 UTC

Something abruptly changed as the pain died away, though Schuldig only had a split second to process it. Sensation, light, thought flooded back so suddenly it was as if they'd never been gone, and with it a profound sense of relief...though he wasn't exactly given time to revel in it. There was an intense flash of light -

It blasted the consciousness from Schuldig almost instantaneously, sparing him from feeling the pain of the much stronger bolt lancing through him. It actually threw him backwards a few feet, his body arching as muscles involuntarily convulsed before even those movements died and he lay still.

damned_monsters December 3 2009, 07:37:38 UTC

So much of the leftover's attention had been focused on Schuldig that it hadn't even realized the two boys were creeping closer. But then in its eagerness to increase the man's agony it only overwhelmed him, cutting off the emotions feeding it. And then, amidst its vague confusion and disappointment - someone touched it.

Someone touched it, a hand resting against its leg because the boys had somehow managed to get close enough to touch without it even noticing. The illusion abruptly vanished as the nightmare hybrid gave an angry shriek, rearing back to kick that hand away from it as its wings flapped, driving the reek of sulfur and ozone toward the two boys. Small sparks of lighting played over its feathers, not strong enough to arc, but likely more than enough to warn.

byname_bynature December 3 2009, 07:48:41 UTC

Sean stared up at the monster, wide-mouthed, as both he and it seemed to pause in disbelief. Suddenly, the illusion lifted and Sean saw something bright and white streak across the yard--and strike Schuldig.

He screamed in shock as the redhaired man flew across the grass, writhing. That was all he saw, though, as the monster suddenly reared up and kicked out with enough force to land Sean on his back.

The wind nearly knocked completely out of him, Sean looked up at the creature (which was now sparking at the wings--no doubt that was the source of Schuldig's lightning bolt to the chest), then back to Schuldig. He was still, not writhing anymore.

What if... Sean had gotten him killed?

The idea was too awful to think about, but he found himself thinking anyway. It was his fault. If he hadn't run from Schuldig, if he hadn't run outside, this wouldn't be happening. Schuldig wouldn't be lying motionless in the grass, possibly dead. An electric shock that massive might have stopped his heart cold ( ... )

faithful_frost December 3 2009, 07:55:04 UTC

Chris spun when Sean was thrown back by the monster. It was difficult, but he allowed his hand to be torn from the other boy's grasp as he pulled out the scalpel from his coat pocket. With the monster rearing up, he couldn't get in a good strike, so he danced back away from the flailing hooves and did something really, really stupid.

He made himself a target.

Bleeding and slower than usual, he was already 'good eats' for just about any sort of creature. He just had to wait for his opening.

"Oh god!" He was going to die...

damned_monsters December 3 2009, 10:26:28 UTC

The leftover dropped heavily to all four feet once more, its head lowering slightly to examine the boy now standing in front of it. Was he frightened or no? Yes and no, from the feel of it; the creature's ears swiveled forward, then toward the other boy, and it finally snorted out a breath that steamed vapor in the cold air.

With a swish of its oddly bushy tail it started to move, trotting around and past that boy and toward the other one, the one giving off such tempting terror and despair. Its wings spread as it moved, the sparks dancing over their surface growing brighter and stronger.

byname_bynature December 3 2009, 22:37:43 UTC

With Chris making himself a distraction, Sean reasoned that he'd be able to run over to Schuldig and carry him back towards the door. He didn't like the idea of Chris getting zapped as well, but they had to do something! He got to his feet and looked back over his shoulder at the horse-thing.

...which was coming right at him.

It made no sense! Chris was the one who was injured and an obvious target, why was it coming after him still?! Sean backed away, making a nervous noise that could have been a word, but came out more like 'Uah...!' It wasn't moving with any sense of urgency, it seemed--it looked like it was just coming after him as though Sean was holding a carrot. If you ignored the sparking wings, of course.

He backed away and around to Schuldig, stopping just in front of him. He didn't want to turn his back on the monster in order to pick up Schuldig, though.

"How is he?"

'I don't know...'

He looked over to Chris for help. If he wasn't careful, he'd be cornered soon.

faithful_frost December 4 2009, 04:47:41 UTC

No. No, no, nononono. That wasn't how it was supposed to work! His small blade wouldn't even get noticed at this rate. What was -

The glitter of reflection caught the small boy's eye. Perfect. Shoving the scalpel back into his pocket, Chris darted forward, working to push all the pain and nausea away, and bent to pick it up. The wood was heavy in his hands, but that made it all the more potent when he ran up and swung the hatchet with all his strength at the monster horse's neck...

damned_monsters December 4 2009, 05:21:09 UTC

The sparks only grew brighter as the leftover approached its chosen prey, finally growing strong enough to arc from wingtip to wingtip. As it paused only a short distance away from the boy its wings lifted and stretched out to full spread, feathers rustling with an almost metallic rattling sound, the electricity playing about them strengthening, and it started to bring them forward --

But then the hatchet blade abruptly struck, burying itself deep into its neck, through dessicated flesh and into rotting bone with an ominous crack. The bolt of pseudo-lightning passed over the boy's head instead of striking him as the creature reared, forepaws clawing at the air and wings flailing wildly. It wasn't the one that was supposed to be in pain, and for the moment as it dealt with that unexpected and confusing turn of events it was distracted - but soon its anger would turn on the one causing that pain.

byname_bynature December 4 2009, 06:03:47 UTC

As the monster grew closer and the sparks grew brighter, Sean thought that this was it. He was going to die. He couldn't believe he was going to die. The electricity would stop his heart and Chris... Chris would be killed as well. This was insane, why was this happening?

Sean could do little more than wince when he saw the lightning bolt fly over his head. It took him another moment to realize that he was alive, and that Chris had put Schuldig's hatchet into the beast's neck.

'FOCUS!' Artemis shouted in his ear. 'It's distracted now, get the hatchet, Haku can carry Schuldig!'

"Get Schuldig!" Sean called to Chris, not even stopping to question if Chris could actually carry Schuldig or not. Realistically, he shouldn't be able to. He picked up the hatchet that had fallen out of the monster's neck and circled the monster until his back was facing the door back inside.

faithful_frost December 4 2009, 06:16:22 UTC

Pumped up with adrenaline and thoughts of 'I can't believe that worked!', Chris didn't think to question or stick around. He ran forward and bent beside the downed man. He was only distantly aware that he couldn't possibly carry him, but the rest of his body was screaming at him to just move.

He was shorter than Schuldig, so holding him over his shoulders was awkward, but he wasn't as heavy as he thought he should be. He bolted for Sean and the doors.

damned_monsters December 4 2009, 06:24:16 UTC

The injury was in a spot that the leftover couldn't reach, no matter how it twisted its head; even though there wasn't exactly anything that it could do about it even if it had been able to, it still struggled and writhed about awkwardly. After a moment, though, the sound of that shout broke through its distraction and it realized: the prey was escaping.

Its head immediately turned in the direction of the trio, and it gave voice to a piercing scream as it hastily started into pursuit. They would reach the door before it could get there, but such logical thoughts weren't even entering its mind at the moment. Right now it simply wanted revenge on the one who had hurt it.

byname_bynature December 4 2009, 07:22:18 UTC

Sean covered Chris and Schuldig's retreat until his roommate had passed him. The boy took a few steps backward, then turned and ran once he heard the door open. Somehow, they had escaped.

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