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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 7:40 am
Jamal screamed as the thrashing started to tear at his leg muscle and he beat Alec in the face again with his open hand. When that didn't seem to be affective at getting the boy to release, he could only think of one other thing. With the shark lower than he, he had full access to the back of the boy's neck. It was really the only place left he could get a grip on at this point and so, Jamal parted his saber fanged jaw and tried to dig his fangs into that broad surface. The boy's neck wasn't exactly shaped well for this, what with sharks not really having a neck...it was too flat to get his mouth down around that far, but he still tried. If anything, he might be able to stop the thrashing.
Alec's arm banging rewarded the boy with swift cuts of his clawed foot upwards in a raking motion towards his stomach, struggling to find purchase there as well.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 6:34 pm
It was a miracle he'd been able to hold out for so long, given the sheer strength and violent capability of Jamal. The realization was becoming more shocking the longer it was drawn out, with seconds turning to minutes, turning into eternity itself. He had no taste for blood anymore. His actions were of desperate rage when all options had run out. Alec's head was in a swoon from the blood loss and constant overflow that kept his senses alert and extremely sensitive but this adrenaline rush was starting to give way to the pain.
His forearm ached and he had to stop pounding, his neck for whatever reason, felt like it was the next target of the tigerman's assault so that his strength failed him; he stopped thrashing. It was the kicking claws streaking down his stomach to slice open neat rows of his tender underside that finally forced him to let go. In a sudden gasp the boy's head detached and he tried to shove Jamal away, letting out a gurgling scream of agony as all wounds compounded into a torrent of pain. Was NO ONE watching? Didn't they CARE that two people were being slaughtered by one of their failed experiments?!
Oh God. Are you even listening anymore?
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 9:38 pm
Jamal was all too willing for once to move away from his target. His blood-stained hands moved to clench the lips of the wound on his leg together, snarls and hisses of intense pain slipping through his teeth. Oh gods, it hurt...he was having difficulty in moving that one limb with how the muscle was torn.
In the distance, he was sure he could hear the noise of an engine and tires on dirt and became keenly aware of his newest issue: getting out of here before he got snagged.
He had to fight his brain that demanded he finish the job first.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 9:38 pm
Despite the ages that the attack seemed to take, like most fights, it really was only a matter of a handfull of seconds since Jamal's first pounce on Jordan and subsequent battle with Alec. And mens' reactions, unfortunately, are only human.
The flashing of warning flags on Jordan and Alec began to go off in the monitering rooms. There was a fight going on off camera, and in the jungle. And the fact that ones' vitals still seemed to be flashing a warning even after the other's seemed to indicate unconsciousness only spelled one of a few things: one of the chipless islanders, invisible to the montiering devices and the invisible presence behind the attack.
Immediately, any of the patrols nearby were rerouted post haste, and Alec's and Jordan's chips deployed hoping to minimize the chance for damage.
It wouldn't be long at all until Jamal hears clumsy crashing through the brush as first one squad of four guards approaches his ambush site. another wasn't far off, headed from the opposite direction.
EDIT - If Jamal was quick, and flees the scene before they arrive, then both Jordan and Alec are carefully collected and brought back to the labs for immediate medical attention by the first, lucky squadron while the second attempts a pursuit, following any trail through the brush that Jamal leaves - be it blood or broken trail.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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