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 Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 7:45 pm
Cant can smell blood, and that's bad, and it'll attract things, but he has to do something, and he can only get the woman away in the water, and so he stretches forward and hugs the woman, careful to keep the baggie safe. "Swimming, a little way," he warns her, and backs them into the waves. "Hold breath, hold breath." It only has to be enough to get to the stairs, the ones that wind up the cliff, to safety. He doesn't understand why the bad man left, but he doesn't care. One threat gone.
Sarah stumbles and shrieks, really falling this time. She flails a kick at the woman, striking blindly and praying that she doesn't hit the terrible blade. Please. Oh, please. Oh, please.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 1:00 am
Two down, leaves one to go, with this imposter-woman alone on the beach after the disappearance of her nominally superior. She doesn't like this situation; but on the other hand, she's got enough, and Sarah's limping. Overconfidence will be her downfall, if fall she does--Sarah's kick catches her off-hand, as she sees the move coming and throws up a fist to block it. Sends her staggering off-balance a moment, and an unexpected crack of lightning overhead--followed by thunder so loud as to stun the ears, rattle windows, set off car-alarms--reveals her to be dazed herself, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, indicative of a bitten tongue.
She yells something, incoherent, responding to the lingering noise in her ears before making another run at Sarah--trips over a knot of seaweed and falls, that horrible knife under her body.
For a long moment, no movement. Then a desperate grasp of one hand for Sarah's ankle, as the woman tries to push herself up--and falls again. This time there is nothing more, the back of her stolen labcoat slowly darkening.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 7:46 pm
The biting chill of the water battles for a moment with the searing heat of her back before scoring a decisive victory, and then she's cold and hurting and so, so tired. She hears sounds that should be words, but nothing registers at the moment except the literally bone-deep chill of the rushing salt water. Eva chokes and sputters a little, too overcome by pain and fatigue to hold her breath for any length of time, and she starts to sag in Cant's arms as what little will she has begins to leave her. Her fingers start to relax, and the baggie in her arms starts to slip. The thing that's brought her such a large amount of trouble in such a small amount of time--I should have done what they asked--is slowly being swept away. A distant part of her is happy about that; another part feels like it's being ripped in half.
The egg continues to pulsate with that strange inner light, and just before Eva loses contact with it for good, it flares once, brightly, barely visible beneath the swirling dark water as if to say, "Hey, I'm still here!" Eva wonders at herself--she's worked so hard to protect it, she can't fail it now that they're almost in the clear--before grasping the bag, clutching it like a child would a well-loved toy, straining to hold it close between coughs and gasps.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 7:05 pm
It's so hard to swim with a person in his arms, humans aren't made for water (he saw a book once that posited that humans were semi-aquatic at one point, he was fascinated, but now, no, not made for water), even harder to hold them up enough to make sure the new mama has air, and the dark flailing water would like to take them under, and he can't let it, not now, not tonight.
Cant will never know exactly how long it takes him to get them around the outcropping to where the stairs are. Too long. That's all. He can smell the blood trailing through the water, and when he stumbles up out of the waves, supporting a half-fainting woman he doesn't even know, he's exhausted. But they have to get up the stairs yet. "Not far!" he lies, apologizing silently to Sarah as he does. He doesn't like to lie, and //u-u doesn't like it either.
Sarah tries desperately not to hyperventilate. Once again, she is staring at a body that was alive not so very long ago. The flashes of lightning show her the spreading stain on the dead woman's coat. Her imagination is far too vivid. She's going to have nightmares in which she's the one falling, with the blade biting into her gut. She turns onto her hands and knees and violently loses dinner, lunch, and breakfast.
Then she forces herself to her feet again, limping on a threateningly sore ankle. At least it's the left. The car's automatic. Cant had to have gotten away. He had to. Any other outcome is inconceivable. He will be waiting at the car to go home.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 1:51 am
((I'm going to quietly slip out here and let you two continue at your leisure, if you'd like to. If not, the Institute will have blankets and a place for Eva to stay for the night. {And that could always lead to later RP, too!}))
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