|
|
Post by raine on Sept 9, 2014 3:32:57 GMT
Gabe didn't speak, but nodded his head in agreement and reassurance. "Are you okay? W-We should head out, or at least away from the rebel camp. It was the loading docks, right?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Skidar on Sept 9, 2014 3:36:59 GMT
Rapid got shakily to his feet. "Yeah..." he scanned the street. "He was gonna take you..." his fists cracked as he clenched and relaxed them. "Lets get out of here..." he glanced at Gabe's hands. "You... You're sure you're ok?" he asked. He glanced the direction Wilder had run, worried he'd be back any second.
|
|
|
|
Post by raine on Sept 9, 2014 3:53:27 GMT
Gabe swallowed and nodded. "Yeah... I think so. The faster we get to the others, the better." His hand twitched as if to reach out and grab Rapid's hand, but he stilled it. With his heartbeat echoing in his ears, he turned and said to Rapid, "Lead the way."
|
|
|
|
Post by Skidar on Sept 9, 2014 3:56:53 GMT
Rapid nodded and stayed close enough to brush against him while the walk, he stopped and plucked a stop sign out of the ground and beant up the red part while it walked into a wickedly sharp point. He snapped the excess pole off over his knee and handed the urban spear to Gabe. "To protect yourself if I'm not fast enough." he mumbled, he rubbed the back of his own neck and glanced down, noticing how raw the back of Gabe's looked. "That wasn't from him, was it??" he asked, pointing at his neck.
|
|
|
|
Post by raine on Sept 9, 2014 3:59:24 GMT
Gabe gladly took the weapon. "What are you talking about? He never touched my neck... just the back of my shirt... Is there something on my neck?" His questions overflowed, spilling out.
|
|
|
|
Post by Skidar on Sept 9, 2014 4:01:54 GMT
"Well I don't want to touch it..." Rapid frowned, waving his hands pointedly. "It just looks, like you cut or something, he craned over it. "Its all reddish, you were rubbing it this morning. Do't you remember?" Rapid asked. He stopped at a demolished intersection and looked around, trying to remember which way to go.
|
|
|
|
Post by mosseh on Sept 9, 2014 4:05:30 GMT
Mikey followed her backward from the flow of water, his hair dripping, shirt soaking as he kept the rebels at bay, keeping them from them. But they were gonna get overrun soon. He clicked more ammo into the chamber of his guns and let out a ring of blast into the concrete at the edge of the rebel's feet. He dropped one gun and reached his hand into the pack at his side and pulled out a grenade. He tried not to use these, but they were sorely outnumber and he had no choice. At least they were distracting these rebels long enough to 1) keep them from Safehouse one and 2) give reinforcements time to show up. He dropped his other gun and pulled the pin. He saw the faces of the reboots as he pulled the pin, they backed up and he threw it into the space between them. He threw himself over Molly as an explosion rattled out, deafening his ears. When the gravel settled, a hazy smoke making him cough. Grit rained down around them and he rolled away from Molly, bits of his shirt burned through where his skin met magma that oozed between her cooling rock skin. He grappled for his guns, ears still ringing to meet whatever came through the haze, but sagged slightly in relief when a squad of commandos hurried to their aid.
|
|
|
|
Post by raine on Sept 9, 2014 4:09:17 GMT
"A cut? B-but cuts should disappear instantaneously...." He didn't understand. Was he losing his powers? Why was he cut? He shouldn't be cut!
|
|
|
|
Post by Skidar on Sept 9, 2014 4:17:54 GMT
"Well don't... don't panic..." Rapid walked over to a flipped car and plucked off the side mirror like an apple and handed him one while he picked off the other. "Hold it like that, I'll angle this one here, see?" he adjusted the mirror so Gabe could see his neck. "Its just... it looks raw, like a welt."
Molly flinched and looked over as the reinforcements chased the Rebels back. She winced and looked at her hands, completely solid stone. She tired to summon her magma when Mikey got up. The bright molten rock seeped through her broken skin and started to melt her hands. "I need heat..." she winced, she was worried, she'd never been rock before, how would she survive??
|
|
|
|
Post by mosseh on Sept 9, 2014 4:23:56 GMT
With the reboots being handled he turned his attention back to Molly. "Heat? I uh..." He glanced around. What was he suppose to do?? He fumbled around and pulled out a flare and a lighter. That was all he had. "Tell me what to do. How can I help?" He eyed her hardened hands and skin, worry crept into his chest. He hadn't worked too closely with Molly before, but figured this wasn't good at all.
|
|
|
|
Post by raine on Sept 9, 2014 4:29:12 GMT
Gabe studied the reflection of his neck. "That's not a welt." He'd seen this before, back when he'd worked for his father alongside Will. "That's a point of injection." The question was who had injected him and what the substance was. Judging by the size of the injection line, it had to have been something big. Either a large dose of drugs/toxins or a tracker would be the best guess. His neck had started getting irritated about a day ago... that would've been... the morning after he'd been at Will's place. Considering he was at the station the night before, anybody could've done this to him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Skidar on Sept 9, 2014 4:31:59 GMT
"I've never gone rock hard before... I need to stop it or I dunno what will happen." she swallowed hard. "Gimme the flare, the lighter, any fire you can make." Molly winced. "I just can't cool down anymore." she looked at her stone hand, stiff, rigid, lifeless.
"Injection?? Injection of what?" Rapid asked worriedly. "Is it something bad? Is... should we go and try and find someone to help you?" he looked around if to call out for help.
|
|
|
|
Post by raine on Sept 9, 2014 4:35:23 GMT
"I can only guess drugs, poison, or a tracking device. I was at the station during the time period I would've had to have gotten it in. Drugs or poison should already have had their affects though they could be long lasting. The best guess is that it is a tracking device. The real question is who would want to follow my every move..." his voice trailed off and he pondered the possibilities.
|
|
|
|
Post by Skidar on Sept 9, 2014 4:39:52 GMT
Rapid paled hearing him talk about drugs and poison in his system. "I don't... I don't know. I don't think that dog person put it there but, but if they're tracking you then they must want you. And... Wilder whatever seemed really intent on keeping you. But I dunno, I don't think it was him." he sighed. "When I was at the station." he started as he ushered him down the street, further away fromt he edge of the city. "Where were you that night it was attacked? Ms Lilah didn't tag me for tracking." he rubbed his neck. "And it doesn't feel like she'd be the person to do that. Someone's watching you... and they're doing it for a reason?" his face warmed slightly. "Maybe...er... jealous ex?"
|
|
|
|
Post by mosseh on Sept 9, 2014 4:41:36 GMT
Mikey handed her the flare. "hang on." He hurried over to a boarded up building and started ripping brutually boards from the windows, throwing all his weight backward to get them off. He had to leave some, too well nailed in, and came back with a pile of two by fours. Out of his pack he pulled up a rolled up bundle of paper. It was his scouting map, and schedule for the next week. He could always replace it, and flicked the lighter to use it as kindling, building up his fire patently and quietly even while battle happened behind him. He struggled to get it started, feeding the flames with shavings of the wood that he carved away with his knife in order to get it going. Soon he had a decent fire. "C'mere." He urged, careful to not touch any magma as he pulled her closer to the fire and struck the flare so it lit up wildly. When he did so he reached for his guns, in case it drew attention to them.
|
|
sometime after ten, hope you'll be up! also.... WILL PROFILE thatisall 
Sept 15, 2014 22:25:13 GMT
sometime after ten, hope you'll be up! also.... WILL PROFILE thatisall 
Sept 15, 2014 22:25:13 GMT
