not fucking Tomb Raider

[waydowndark]

Shhh...Close your eyes.You can lose three pints of blood before you die, or is it less than that? More? Oh God, oh Jesus, oh shit, she's going to die down here she's going to die oh God. Oh, Sarah

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[worth_killing]

When Arthur rushed into the kitchen at the sound of the scream, a part of him wondered in idle thought why it was that people who looked as if they should be dead were making a habit of appearing on the tables. Perhaps it was part of their enchantments? Whatever the reason, it did not matter now, as the woman was distressed, hysteric perhaps, and needed aide.

"Lady," he said calmly, hands raised just slightly, palms facing her in a placating, peaceful gesture. "Lady, I mean you no harm. Will you let me help you?"

[waydowndark]

Oh shit. Oh shit. Beth has tears on her face and it's hard to catch her breath, her throat hurting, still sitting on the fucking table.

"I don't know where I fucking am."

That's the first words out of her mouth, but they are true. And there's so much fucking blood.

[worth_killing]

"I know," Arthur said quietly, keeping his low voice as soothing as he could manage. He has had enough practice since coming here. "The truth will sound like madness, lady, but it is the truth," he assured, taking slow steps forward, not wanting to startle her or make her feel defensive.

"Wherever you where is far from you now. This is an island, and some magic draws people to it. It is no dream, no trick of the eye or the mind. You are safe here."

[waydowndark]

The last thing that Beth remembers was Sarah telling her to close her eyes, and she closed her eyes. She died. She fucking died. This guy is the spitting image of some guy that she's soon in movies (she can't remember his fucking name) and, when he steps towards her, she scoots back on the table, her heels leaving streaks of shit on the wood.

"What the fucking fuck?"

[not_the_chav]

Martha was now officially beginning to believe that she was a magnet for bloody, confused people. To wit: She had been seated calmly at one of the tables in the kitchen, eating a bowl of seafood chowder, when without warning there was a woman stretched out in front of her, right across the table.

Spoon poised just above her bowl, Martha blinked, and watched as the woman sat up. The spoon landed against porcelain with a clink, and she slowly stood, now officially put off her meal.

"Are you injured?" she asked, calmer than she had any right to be under the circumstances, although her eyes were swiftly taking in every inch of her with a physician's instinct.

[waydowndark]

It's a moment before Beth can get herself under control, before she can stop screaming and stare, breathlessly, at the woman standing in front of her.

"I..." Both hands came up to Beth's throat, checking, probbing. Her legs, stretched out, looked whole. They'd dragged her. They dragged her with fucking teeth and claws.

Fuck.

"No. No...I don't...fuck...I don't think so."

[not_the_chav]

"Look at me," Martha insisted, holding the woman in her steady gaze, thankful when the screaming finally abated. "Just take a deep breath. You're safe here, do you understand? My name is Martha Jones, I'm in medical training- May I help you?"

[waydowndark]

Beth takes a deep breath and sucks it up and looks into the woman's face. In another life, before, Beth might have thought that she was pretty attractive, but now she just concentrates on staring into her eyes.

"I'm...I'm fucking dead, Martha Jones."

[quench_love]

As soon as he heard the screams Sandy darted into the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw the woman and all of that blood. For a split second he let sheer dumb uncertainty keep him there, frozen and helpless, until instinct took over and he took a few wary steps closer.

"Whoa man...it's okay, it's okay," he gulped and then cautiously held out a hand, the universal signal for stop, or at least slow down. "Whatever happened, I'll get help. It's okay. You're safe now."

[waydowndark]

Safe. You're safe now.

Beth is staring at the kid in front of her in something approaching mute horror. She's never seen him before, but she's never seen anything around her before, and at least he isn't one of them, and they aren't in the dark.

She drops her head and takes a deep, shuddering breath. Christ, her throat hurts.

"Water?" she croaks, her throat sore from screaming and...from what happened in the dark.

[quench_love]

"Yes," Sandy hastily nodded, hustling over to the kitchen sink without a second's hesitation. Goodness, all that blood and so many questions.

"Yes, water," he continued, rummaging through the cabinet for a glass and tucking the rim under the tap as soon as he found one, "we've got lots of it and you can have as much as you want," he finished, gingerly holding out the cup to her. "Um, try to drink it slowly," he added for good measure.

[waydowndark]

The first swallow goes down Beth's raw throat too quickly and she almost chokes. She wipes her mouth on her glove and drinks slower.

"Thanks," she says, finally, when the glass is empty. "I'm Beth."