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 Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 7:57 pm
Björn, acting quickly, yanked Hellis away and stumbled back a few steps. Ethan was no longer Ethan. He was...he was..that thing.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 8:05 pm
Thatcher aimed a punch at the gaping wound in Ethan's stomach, making the boy yelp and flail back, hissing in pain.
"Miserable runt," Thatcher hissed, snapping his teeth. Ethan, head bowed down, looked up at Thatcher. His pupils had dilated fully, drowning out the brown of his irises. Thatcher made a nervous sound, and Weaver gave an uninterested yawn.
"Will you stop, Thatcher? The boy's intestines are practically falling out of his body," he said boredly. Thatcher bristled, and glared at Ethan.
"Impudent rat," he hissed, trying to seize Ethan's head again. Ethan gave an inhuman shriek and thrashed so hard he was in danger of breaking his back, ripping and tearing at Thatcher. He knocked the skinner to the ground and began to savage him, biting and clawing and ripping. Thatcher gave a terrible shriek as Ethan managed to crack the skinner's chest open, tearing at the gears and cogs. Walker and Weaver watched in utter shock as Ethan tore and ripped, deeper and deeper, until he suddenly pulled a large gear free and tossed it aside. Thatcher gave a gurgle, his damaged clockwork innards winding down in finality.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 12:36 pm
It was strange, the things you thought about when impending doom was near. In Björn's mind, it happened to be 'oh, so that's how you do it'.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 12:40 pm
Weaver, apoplectic with rage, rushed Ethan and started to strangle him.
"Wretched, disgusting little boy," he said, his utterly calm voice at odds with his frightening expression. Walker crept to Thatcher's motionless body, poking at it investigatively.
"Hnnnntch?"
"Leave the body be, Mister Walker," Weaver said, still calm as Ethan writhed and clawed at him futilely. "We will tend to Mister Thatcher later."
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 12:44 pm
Oh, ******** that. Hellis stepped back, hugging himself, as Björn lunged forward and quite literally thrust a hand through Weaver's back, feeling around for whatever just was needed. He felt blood; shards of metal digging into flesh, but Hell, this Thing was still his Ethan.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 12:48 pm
"Ghhk-" Weaver sputtered, releasing Ethan in shock and twisting impossibly, scrabbling at Björn. His jaw scissored up and down at a gruesome speed as he stretched, trying to bite. But he couldn't reach. He jerked and twitched as Björn dislodged and jammed various cogs and gears. Though it couldn't be said that he felt any pain, mechanical as he was, he was in a state of rage that froze in a rictus on his face as the heart of the gears was crushed and bent, catching in the broken clockwork. He fell stiffly to the ground and moved no more.
Ethan, gasping for breath and coughing wetly, uttered no word of thanks. His eyes were already fixed on Walker, who gave a plaintive, uncertain 'Httch!'
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 12:50 pm
Björn just discarded the large gear and stepped back. This other one could be Ethan's. The part of him that hated to believe that Ethan was no longer within his own body partially believed that it just may fix him. It was insane, yes, but this was a...trying time.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 12:54 pm
Out of the three skinners, Mister Walker was undoubtedly the most unintelligent. He'd never learned to speak, and had been bullied for the extent of his bloody life by Mister Thatcher and Mister Weaver. Now that they were gone, he didn't know what to do with himself. They would give him no more orders. So as Ethan fell upon him, tearing and biting and ripping him to pieces, Mister Walker simply stood still and let him do it. By the time Ethan had finished, Walker's leather skin had been stripped away from his blank face, and the gears of his insides scattered all over the ground.
Panting, Ethan sank down beside the fallen skinner, blood from his split lip and cuts all over his face bleeding an odd mix of his own red blood and the glutinous, vile remnants of the long-dead Nahenna. Coughing and spitting out a splinter of metal, Ethan groaned and clutched at his stomach, shuddering with pain.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 12:56 pm
It was then that a fatal mistake was made. Hellis gave a little whimper, stepping forward and reaching to Ethan before anyone could stop him. The poor boy was bleeding after all. He needed help!
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 12:58 pm
Ethan's head snapped up and he snarled at Hellis like a rabid dog, pouncing and seizing him. His teeth gnashed and he bit into Hellis' shoulder.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 1:01 pm
Hellis' eyes went wide with fear and pain and he immediately lost all logic, bursting into tears and beating weakly on Ethan's chest. It was only a moment, though, before Björn acted entirely on impulse.
"HEY!" he yelped, laying a heavy back-hand o the side of Ethan's head. He immediately regretted it. Ohshitohshitohshit...
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 1:04 pm
Ethan gave an awful cry and fell to the ground, whimpering. He touched the side of his head tentatively, flinching and cricking his neck. He worked his jaw as he sat up, half-crouching. Tears of pain, combined from the various injuries scattered all over his body, had begun to flow down his face. He made a guttural sound and looked up at Björn, animalistic fear on his face that warped into murderous rage. He snarled, shaking with fury, and sprang on him, slashing blindly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 1:06 pm
Björn closed his eyes. This wasn't Ethan, not any more, but it was hard to believe. He pressed his hands between himself and this beast and shoved, sending the poor young man...'s body quite a distance.
"Run," he murmured to Hellis, who immediately followed orders.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 1:09 pm
Ethan flew back a good twelve feet, and landed hard. His head cracked with an ugly sound against the rocky ground, and he slumped. A small puddle of blood started seeping out from under his head, sticky black and red pooling and soaking his hair. He didn't move besides giving a weak, strangled cough as blood started to seep from out between his lips.
And in the dead skinner Weaver's breast pocket, the weird little object gave a decidedly angry burst of static.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 1:11 pm
Huh? Björn's head snapped toward the faint noise and he crouched, fishing the thing out of the...well...Thing's pocket. It hurt a bit, made his had tremble, but nothing too bad. He then approached Ethan...cautiously. Judging from the pool of blood, no matter WHAT he was, it wasn't going to live much longer.
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