Dirk - Safe House - Raid
The sounds of yelling and harsh banging brought Dirk out of his daydreams. He'd been alone, sitting by himself and enjoying it for once. Nothing ever lasted for long, however, or maybe nothing good ever lasted for long. In any case, Dirk managed to jump to his feet in alarm, but that was about all he could muster. So unused to this kind of commotion, Dirk stood and stared at his door like a deer in the headlights as opposed to actually fleeing.
Then-- the sound of glass breaking. No amount of awkwardness could keep Dirk from running then, practically slamming half his body into the door frame in an attempt to escape. "Jesus-- Christ!" He breathed through gritted teeth, trying to keep in control of the pain suddenly enveloping his shoulder. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, but Dirk cruised down the hall at a speed he didn't think possible for himself. Further sounds of breaking glass and hissing gas only emboldened Dirk to move quicker-- with more purpose. But, where was he going? Where could he go? He should have just stayed home, for fuck's sake. Already, the gas was reaching him, permeating throughout the halls. It stabbed at his his eyes and throat, tempting him to just roll over and give up already.
Crying out wordlessly, he cut a corner quickly, almost running over someone passed out in the corridor. A heavy pit formed in his stomach at the sight of her-- Was she dead? Jesus, please don't say he'd run into a dead person. He wanted to run, to run as fast as he could in the other direction, to rush through the halls randomly like chicken with its head cut off some more. It would have been easier, certainly, but Dirk didn't think he could start taking the easy route after trying so hard to take the hard route. Pulling up his shirt so that it covered his nose, he crouched down next to the unconscious girl, his hands hovering over her. He was scared to touch her, afraid she had an injury he couldn't see. Would the irritation from the gas count as an injury? He really didn't know enough about his power to say for sure, but he couldn't sit here staring at her.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, already apologizing for not being able to carry her. She was a relatively small girl, who had to only weigh around 110 pounds, but Dirk was a relatively small guy. Sure, he could probably do it, but could he do it quickly enough? With the gas only getting worse, he just knew he'd end up passed out beside her before long. He could pull her, but-- no, he couldn't do that. If he managed to injure her, it would transfer to him right away, making sure no one was rescued.
He had to go for it, had to carry her. He pulled her up on to his back and wrapped her arms around his waist. He felt the pain from slamming into the door frame return, but Dirk didn't have any time to change his positioning. He got to his feet with surprising grace, the girl feeling lighter than he imagined she would be. He leaned forward to keep his balance, and continued his frenzied rush down the hall.
Eventually, perhaps miraculously, Dirk found where the others were seeking shelter. The phones beginning to ring all around him, Dirk fell into the room soon after Nikolai entered. He coughed violently, landing on his knees, forced to let the girl fall out of his grasp. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, his face beet red from the gas and the exertion. "Oh, my god," he sputtered. "God--"