Apocalypse - Page 15

September 8, 2008, 1:46 PM

Faith was weak from what had happened, but she was grateful to be alive. Mr X's instructions were to take the machine seriously since she was one of the few people in the entire universe that could use it. Well, that was how serious it was. She heard Michael's voice and she laughed softly. "Ha, funny thing you should ask that ..." she replied in her earpiece. "Mr X left us a little present in his will, only to be used in emergencies. He entrusted me with the machine that would remove anyone from the building that I don't want here. So in basic words, the assassins got removed and they probably won't remember how they got here in the first place. Nifty little machine, isn't it? I basically transferred my thoughts and it worked the magic!"

Her breathing was loud and heavy, but at least she was still alive. "Team," she said in the earpiece again. "Let's get some good rest. We might get a visit from the Home Secretary tomorrow with some of MI5, but I think we all did do a good job today. Give yourselves a pat on the back and get some well earned rest." But even as Faith rose to her feet, she examined her stomach. Blood was pouring out and she only came to realise this. She slumped against the wall, breathing harder and unaware her earpiece was still turned on. Faith came to realise that one of the assassins must have caught their knives in her stomach when they came into physical contact with her. "Shit ..." she murmured under her breath, her hands shaking with blood.

September 8, 2008, 1:58 PM

Jet heard Faith's announcement and sighed with relief. "best go see if Faith is feeling better" He thought as he ran down a corridor. Suddenly, he heard breathing harder, like she forgot to turn her earpiece off. "shit" He muttered as he converted his run to a full sprint and arrived at the room 2 minutes later. Faith wasn't looking well. Her stomach was cut, and she already lost a lot of blood. "Great" Jet muttered as he went over to Faith. Tearing off a piece of his shirt, he folded it into the size of the wound and pressed it against it. Then he reached up and turned off the earpiece. "Hold this to your wound" Jet instructed, placing her hand on the cloth. He then picked her up with both hands and sprinted back to the infirmary.

September 8, 2008, 3:43 PM

Michael shook his head, grinning. Possibly the strangest explanation she could have given, but it got the problem solved so they wouldn't hear him complain about it. His grin faded as he became aware of a thrumming pain in his stomach. Quickly he groped at it, searched himself for wounds, but found nothing. His initial shock made place for confusion, then fear. Who had been hit? Where was it coming from?

Michael quickly jumped up and ran down the corridor, all the time feverishly trying to find the thread of pain, to track the source of it. It was like following a different coloured thread in a pile of wool and winding it up; you could follow it, but you couldn't be exactly sure where the beginning or the end were, and the thread could break if you weren't careful enough. Michael clutched at his stomach. It was painful, but he could only follow the thread if he concentrated on it, and when he did that the pain grew worse too.

While running, he heard heavy breathing through his earpiece. Faith? Fuck! He raced down another corridor, went around a corner, and found Jet carrying Faith in his arms. She was bleeding from a wound in her stomach. Michael tried to sever the thread of pain as best he could, tried to withhold himself from any alien pain. But he was receptive to it still, and Faith's strong mind almost forced the pain on him. His knees felt weak, possibly because of her loss of blood.

"What happened?" he asked Jet, as he ran along with him in the direction of the infirmary. "What got her?" Never sure if his mind was strong enough, Michael tried to mentally project images of strength and general feelings of wellbeing to Faith. She must survive.

September 8, 2008, 5:18 PM

Stephen strode towards the base after a couple of hours of traveling "time to go to bed" he muttered to himself as he walked. as he entered the Elevator and pushed the button the panel beeped at him "power is down, something must be wrong" Stephen teleported down into the building, where the Elevator would have dropped him off and he pulled his Beretta out of it's holster.

pointing the gun in front of him he walked with caution, the lights were dim and Stephen was worried. where was everyone and why were the lights not very bright. he noticed visibility wasn't that good so Stephen teleported to his dorm and grabbed a torch. he turned it on and exited his room with the gun and torch. His left hand was under his right wrist with the torch pointing forward. he was walking carefully as to not get surprised by anyone.

Stephen pushed the Button on his head set and looked around "come in anyone who can talk, this is Shooter" he announced "what is happening. I am in the residential sector and the lighs are all dim and no one is around, someone fill me in"

September 8, 2008, 5:29 PM

Sam parried the assassin's attack with his blades and was trying to overpower him when a flying arrow barely missed his head. Things weren't looking good at all. He was surrounded and the assassins were toughter than he thought they were. He grinned. He didn't want to use it but he didn't seem to have any other option. Alright. He was going to show them why he was called 'The Assassin'.

Sam closed his eyes for a brief second before opening them again. The assassin in front of him flinched, fear taking over his body. The brunette's eyes had morphed, his iris had turned golden while the rest of his eyes were pitch-black. The boy had just become a demon. He felt how a headache kicked in the moment he opened his eyes, and how the world suddenly became different. He could see lines, pitch-black lines running through everything and everyone. He grinned.

He was about to run his knives on the lines of the man in front of him when he disappeared... along with all the other assassins. Anger suddenly filled his body seeing as his preys had been taking from. He was mad, really mad. He drove his knives on the right wall's lines. He grinned when he saw how the wall suddenly crumbled. The Avengers should be happy.... they now had an extra door through which they could enter the gym.

"Shit ..."

He heard Faith's voice on his earpiece and another headache kicked in, this one more intense than the other. The pain was so great he felt his skull would split in two any second now. Panting heavily, Sam fell to his knees and grabbed his head with both hands. The world around him spun at the speed of light. He closed his eyes and, using all his willpower, deactivated the Eyes of the Demon Killer.

He was exhausted. His body was covered in sweat and he felt how everything spun around really fast but he managed to get up. He leant against the wall and slowly managed to make his way to the infirmary. Two whole bottles of painkillers might just be enough to calm headache....make that three. His body still hadn't gotten used to this level of the Masatsugan, or so he had been told. He needed to use it more frequently but he feared that....

He shook his head, went inside and he fell on one of the beds.

September 8, 2008, 6:03 PM

"Goddamn it!" Rene shouted as Ivan suddenly disappeared from view. Rene patted the area where he had been laying and cursed under his breath as he couldn't detect where he had disappeared too.

"Everyone all right?" Faith said over the intercom. Rene looked about the room and spotted what he needed, he grabbed a mic from the side and coughed loudly.

"Hey Faithy! Take it the disappearing assassins was your doin'?" Rene said, rather too loudly. Rene put his feet up on the side and leaned back keeping the mic near his mouth. "Oh yeah, and tell the person who makes your food or whatever that they do a damned good pizza!" Rene said chewing on a bit of the pizza on his plate. "Anyways, I was a wonderin'! How'd you feel if I asked to join this whack job of a... job."

Rene grabbed another slice and smiled, thinking of what Filden and Faith would be saying. He also expected someone to burst into the medical office any moment now and take him out.

September 8, 2008, 8:19 PM

A lot of things happened so fast. As Faith's hand started shaking, it hadn't taken Jet long to reach her. She nodded at his instruction, terrified to even say anything. If there was anytime that she was closing in on death, then it was now. Faith had hardly ever got herself injured in a mission before; it had been a case of bruises and cuts. But now, it was serious. She did what Jet said and kept the cloth on her wound. She felt her vision suddenly become so blurry. Was this what happened when you were about to die? The next person that she saw was Michael, who ran alongside Jet on the way to the medical ward. She felt his images being projecting to her mind. Strength and general feelings of well being? But it was her only comfort for now.

As soon as they were nearing the medical ward, the doors opened by themselves. Faith didn't know whether she'd done it or her powers reacted out of instinct. It was still shrouded in mystery. Rene was there and having heard what he said, it shattered Faith's heart to be seen in this state, even to someone like him who claimed to be her friend. It would still shatter her heart, even if he was a stranger to her. Her breathing was becoming less and less by now; her heart was beginning to slow down. Faith was in immense pain. She made a mental note to haunt the assassin that slashed her stomach if she didn't make it. If so, well, she'd definitely hunt him down when she was living. She never took too kindly to people randomly attacking her.

September 8, 2008, 8:30 PM

"Holy shit!" Rene exclaimed as Faith burst through the doors, bleeding heavily from her wounds. He reacted instinctively and grabbed a needle. He opened the drug cupboard and pulled out a local anesthetic, he filled the needle and turned to Faith. "I'm good with this stuff. That wound looks deep but I can easily fix you up!" He held the needle away from Faith waiting for her to acknowledge Rene and allow him to help her. He had a thread and needle ready in his other hand to immediately close the wound.

"Say when Faithy."

September 8, 2008, 8:45 PM

The Asssasins were suddenly gone. Well that was weird Trevor thought to himself. He also wondered where everyone else was. So he began searching the house for the other Avengers."Is everyone alright"? asked Trevor into his ear piece. The attack seemed to have had a real effect on the place, it was slightly trashed. Or maybe everyone had a party when I was gone Trevor snickered to himself at the thought of that. He walked slowly through the house, just looking at things. The Avengers seemed to be on rocky ground lately. Faith had her random attitude problems, he just didn't know what was going on these days. Trevor almost suggested a meeting right then and there but thought better of it, probably not a good time for something like that. He passed through room after room until he finally heard voices coming from nearby.

"Say when Faithy."

Faithy? Trevor almost laughed his head off right then and there. He was walking by the medical ward but stopped halfway when he saw two figures inside. Rene and Faith. Trevor saw what was happening and spoke up."Hey whats going on?. Is Faith alright?".