Re: Shapeshift Town - CHAPTER 2
Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, that's all. Quickly, though; I don't fancy getting caught by the guys chasing me.
Turn. Spit blood. Stagger a little. Keep moving.
Just gotta keep moving. Nothing to it.
Charge up stairs, down hallways. I barely notice my surroundings; the pain's kinda obscuring it all. The cracked ribs grate, which is really, really not good. I shouldn't be straining my body in such a ridiculous manner, but I'll be damned if my last act is to get killed running away from a bunch of fucking nutters through a castle.
Spit blood again, cough uncontrollably, continue forcing legs forward.
I'm not dying here, not now. I've got a job to do, after all, and I'll see to it that it's done.
Might wanna get my ribs fixed first, though.
Great, Grant, well done. Joking to yourself will totally help the situation.
Shoulder my way through doors, continue running. My pace is beginning to slip; I can only force my body to do so much. The voices behind me are growing steadily louder, closer. At least these guys don't have guns; I'd be fucked if they had guns.
Burst onto the roof, head straight for the remaining transport ship. No sign of Uriel or Sakura, which is really very not good. A few of the remaining Shapeshifters guard the ship, looking at me with fear and confusion in their eyes. Around us, the town is ripped apart; nothing's gonna survive in this place for much longer.
"You okay, Doc?" one of the Shapeshifters asks as I lean against the side of the ship, breathing heavily.
"I'll live," I reply quickly, "Now get your guns on that doorway; they're coming."
"No need," the leader of the group states, "We're about to take off--"
"Not a fuckin' chance," I interrupt, "There's still people on the way, and we ain't leaving them to die. We hold 'till the last minute."
"You're not the one in charge, Doctor. Now get in the transport--"
Snarling, barely able to see from the pain, I manage to dart forwards and jam the barrel of my handgun into the man's mouth.
"Don't tell me what to do, you little shit-poke. I said we hold. 'Till. The. Last. Fucking. Minute." I look over at the Shapeshifters, who are all half-beginning to aim their weapons at me. "Don't point those fuckin' things at me, you idiots! Get them on the door! There's survivors on the way, and we're waiting for them!" The 'Shifters exchange looks, and with a sigh, level their weapons at the door I came through.
Who says I don't have very good people skills?
SHAPESHIFTER CASTLE
Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, that's all. Quickly, though; I don't fancy getting caught by the guys chasing me.
Turn. Spit blood. Stagger a little. Keep moving.
Just gotta keep moving. Nothing to it.
Charge up stairs, down hallways. I barely notice my surroundings; the pain's kinda obscuring it all. The cracked ribs grate, which is really, really not good. I shouldn't be straining my body in such a ridiculous manner, but I'll be damned if my last act is to get killed running away from a bunch of fucking nutters through a castle.
Spit blood again, cough uncontrollably, continue forcing legs forward.
I'm not dying here, not now. I've got a job to do, after all, and I'll see to it that it's done.
Might wanna get my ribs fixed first, though.
Great, Grant, well done. Joking to yourself will totally help the situation.
Shoulder my way through doors, continue running. My pace is beginning to slip; I can only force my body to do so much. The voices behind me are growing steadily louder, closer. At least these guys don't have guns; I'd be fucked if they had guns.
Burst onto the roof, head straight for the remaining transport ship. No sign of Uriel or Sakura, which is really very not good. A few of the remaining Shapeshifters guard the ship, looking at me with fear and confusion in their eyes. Around us, the town is ripped apart; nothing's gonna survive in this place for much longer.
"You okay, Doc?" one of the Shapeshifters asks as I lean against the side of the ship, breathing heavily.
"I'll live," I reply quickly, "Now get your guns on that doorway; they're coming."
"No need," the leader of the group states, "We're about to take off--"
"Not a fuckin' chance," I interrupt, "There's still people on the way, and we ain't leaving them to die. We hold 'till the last minute."
"You're not the one in charge, Doctor. Now get in the transport--"
Snarling, barely able to see from the pain, I manage to dart forwards and jam the barrel of my handgun into the man's mouth.
"Don't tell me what to do, you little shit-poke. I said we hold. 'Till. The. Last. Fucking. Minute." I look over at the Shapeshifters, who are all half-beginning to aim their weapons at me. "Don't point those fuckin' things at me, you idiots! Get them on the door! There's survivors on the way, and we're waiting for them!" The 'Shifters exchange looks, and with a sigh, level their weapons at the door I came through.
Who says I don't have very good people skills?
Grant moves through the corridors to the roof, the pain from his ribs getting to him. He prevents the ship from leaving without the other survivors by holding the guard leader at gunpoint and ordering the guards to defend the ship until the last minute.