The Hospital

[Jett Sinsole]

Simon Styx

Simon’s unconscious form began to move in its place, painful and slow movements, but movements all the same. It was alarmingly painful for him to breathe in as he let out a pained sigh. The pain allowed him to open his eyes so that he could see; his vision was blurred at first but quickly came into focus. Simon raised his right hand and grabbed the head rest of the chair he was laying on and used it to prop his body upright. When Simon was sitting up properly he took in a deep yet numbingly painful breath and attempted to stand. The bullet in his gut told him to stop, but Simon’s instincts told him to keep going; and his instincts had kept him alive quite long. Simon utterly ignored the other people that may have been in the room or looking into the room because his goal was quite clear to him; get some wrappings around the wound. So Simon teetering on his feet, wobbled over to a medical closet that as he assumed would have gauze, pain killers and hopefully other things that might help him recover. When he got to the door his strength did not hinder as he wrenched the door open and one of the hinges was torn from the wall. Simon searched rapidly and hungrily for his cure, the first thing he grabbed was the gauze and made a thick wrapping over the hole and around his body; the second thing he did was go over to where the pills were kept to find some oxicotin or vicodin. Sure enough he found the pills with little effort and popped them down; almost instantly becoming overwhelmed in its powerful numbness. The third and last thing he did was grab a stethoscope of all things.

Then walking out of the closet he went towards the direction of loud talking and arguing to see what was going on; being that it was his nature to follow his curiosity. As he got closer he overheard the conversation about pscions, overhearing that all but one of them were obvious psi users. This just made Simon tense up; but what really dug at him is that they’d come into contact with the good doctor; what was also apparent was the fact that the man that was called Lucian was from the mall, Simon only knowing this as he nonchalantly walked into the room and saw the crowd of people in front of him. It was truly a sad lot; if they were to go up against Burton then they would surely lose, no matter how confident this Lucian guy was. But Simon had other matters to attend to, like getting answers to his current questions. He reached into the inner pockets of his trench-coat and pulled out a thermite grenade. (Thermite is a substance that acts much like controlled napalm. The fluid attaches itself to any nonorganic surface and lets out a wave of heat maxing out at 100 degrees Celsius. Not only does it not allow for the environment around it to cool until it wears off, but it also negates the abilities of psi users by shutting down the cells in their bodies allowing them to have these strange powers. However this grenade has the appearance of a rubber ball until it explodes.) And with his other hand he produced a glock-18, loaded and ready with semi-auto goodness for a safe measure. Then ever so quickly Simon bit the pin off of the grenade and chucked it into the room as he walked in, gun drawn and pointed.

“Now, if you all would kindly answer my questions….” He said just as the grenade detonated, releasing its semi-harmless vapors into the small space.

 

[Reaver Ikana]

Flint Dryston



In the area of the Hospital a storm was starting. The dark clouds had now blotted out the sun and the wind was whipping at twenty five miles per hour. Thunder could be heard as lightning streaked across the clouds giving the air a static like feeling. Walking toward the hospital were two men. One of them had blood red hair and was wearing standard dress clothes. A pair of black slacks, a white formal dress shirt. a pair of black shiny dress shoes, a blood red vest to match his hair, a pair of black silck gloves and finally his candy red glasses. He was covering himslef with a black wool trench coat. under neath the trench coat was a unique .45 magnum named Grimsever in its shoulder holster under Flint's left shoulder. Flint was not a happy camper even before the rain started but now he was getting pissed off. Suddenley a black umbrella opened above his head. Flint looked over to his butler/friend Walter. Walter was wearing a unique black long coat that has one large gauntlet on each wrist. From the gauntlet extends a large black blade if walter chooses to has them extended. When they entered Psyren a pair of bat wings had suddenley sprouted from Walters back. Wlater was currentley holding an umbrella above Flint while there was nothing over himself. He looked at Flint and then chuckled slightly. "So your sure you don't have any more?" Flint asked sort of desperately. "I've check fifteen times Flint. We have run out of morphine. Remember? Thats why we are going to the hospital, to try and get you some." Walter said calmly. "Oh yes well I really need it and I hope they just hand it over." Flint says fairly annoyed. " For their sake I hope so to." Walter muttered under his breath. The two of them walked into the Hosptal and Flint made a bee line for the receptionist while Walter shook out his umbrella and then he walked over. Flint looked at the receptionist with his deep blue eyes that had slits for pupil ((like a cats eyes)). "Hi there may I please have access to all of you current morphine supplies? Please?" Flint said really trying to make his question sound normal.


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