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| Topic Started: Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM (14,175 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2016, 06:14 PM Post #1 |
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*Being a werewolf isn't easy. And neither is being under the thumb of a werewolf hunter. Someone who knows your secret and is only just barely holding back from tracking you down and putting a silver bullet between your eyes for the one reason that you're more valuable to him alive than dead. At the moment, anyway. And it's not like the relationship isn't mutually beneficial in some way. Even though Gene despises taking the money, he has no choice. It's live and live well with all the information he needs or die and end up someone's throw rug. It's been this way for years, between Warren and Gene. It's routine. And so far Gene's fairly sure Warren's the only one who knows. His colleagues don't. They only know that he's unavailable for evening drinks once a month because of "wife commitments", though none of them have been brave enough to point out that they haven't seen his missus in years. Sam definitely doesn't know. It'd blow his little mind,considering how he's already a little peculiar. But of course, like he always does, here's Sam bloody Tyler - his best mate, his right hand, his deputy dog - putting all of this at risk. He doesn't know the specific nature of the danger he's putting them both in, how could he. And Warren would never DO anything about it, he knows that Warren needs Gene too much. Having a DCI at your beck and call is nothing to throw away just because of some uppity little twerp rocking the boat. Right?? * |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2016, 08:17 PM Post #901 |
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*Gene knows that his victory isn't going to last long. Warren still has the power. All of it. As proven by the fact that he can barely hold his own head up when Warren lets go of his chin, the grin on his face quickly transforming back to a grimace. Warren's gone to get the camera again... To document the latest wounds he's inflicted. To cement Gene's doom in history - to be looked over again at his leisure. That sound, though - the knife being picked up. Again. ..... Gene grits his teeth again. God, no... No, what now..... Eyes closed, he doesn't see Warren reach for his belt, but he certainly feels it. Startled, Gene looks up at Warren again, eyes wide.* What... What're you... |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 18 2016, 08:23 PM Post #902 |
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*Warren's grin widens - now this is the reaction he's been waiting for...! The belt slips apart easily, and the sound of the zip being lowered is sweet and poignant to his ears. "Well, we aren't done yet, are we..." Gene's trousers drop slightly, revealing his boxers. "I thought I might do you a favour and relieve you of some... weight." He raises an amused eyebrow.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Oct 18 2016, 08:23 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2016, 08:36 PM Post #903 |
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*the zip sliding down... His trousers dropping just that little bit - it sends a fresh wave of horror through Gene, the terror plain on his face for Warren to see. No, not that. Anything but that. Anything! Oh god, he's panicking. He's panicking--! Gene's hips jerk away from Warren as much as they can, new force tearing at his wrists.* W-wait... *Gene shakes his head, eyes stinging again. Warren can mutilate him, cut him, humiliate him all he wants - but please god, don't go down there... He's in so much pain already, this'll break him well and truly. That kind of agony, he can't-- Suddenly it's very hard to breathe. With more volume than he thought was possible from his wrecked throat, Gene pleads in mortal desperation.* Oh Jesus.... Warren, Warren please no... n-no, please don't ... I'll do whatever you bloody want, I swear... Just don't... Don't do it--!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 18 2016, 08:57 PM Post #904 |
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*There... there it is. Warren can't hide it, the heady satisfaction running through him. It makes his cheeks flush, a hum coming from deep down in his chest. He's so lost in that feeling, that he hasn't heard how the door to the room has opened. -- Somehow, Sam makes it to The Warren. There's no one to be seen round the front, and he has no doubt that if he were to look for a back entrance, he'd be confronted with guards... so he takes the arguably stupid option and enters the building through the main entrance, limping into the dance hall. He hadn't expected it to be this empty - no one is there, save for... save for the girls practising. He recognises Joni, leading a group of three as they warm up. Anger rises within Sam. She was the trigger that started all of this... if he hadn't fallen for her lies....!! He makes his way over to the boombox and switches it off. The girls stop, and Joni turns - the look of irritation on her face changing to surprise, to shock. It takes Sam a moment to remember that he doesn't exactly look normal; mud on his trousers and shirt, dried blood down one side of his face, the scars... "A word." he says, having to fight to keep his voice level. Joni sends the other girls away. He had planned on getting Gene's location out of her, no matter what. At first, she refuses, and after a few minutes Sam loses what little patience he had left. He grabs her by her shoulders, giving her a rough shake, shouting. Gene is going to be tortured, killed, then skinned. Edwards is dead, and only Sam can stop Warren, but he needs her help, work with me, Joni, help me-- She staggers away from him, eyes wide. Sam remains where he is, breathing hard, grimacing as his mangled leg throbs with fresh pain, forcing him to lean against the wall and catch his breath. Silence settles between them for a minute, until Sam raises his head, and tiredly says, "... please. You're... you're my only hope." Joni bites her lips. Then, she nods. "Downstairs. There's a few soundproofed rooms... I think he's done it before." Sam listens, heart starting to beat faster. There will be at least one guard down there... right. Without a word of thanks, Sam begins to limp off. Joni doesn't follow. He didn't expect her to - she's still too scared of Warren to fully change sides. One conversation won't change that. And so, he makes his way downstairs, following Joni's directions. After a few minutes, he comes up to a door, and for once, he's lucky: there are no guards. Sam doesn't know it, but Warren has sent the other men away - he wanted to have this moment to himself, and trusted that he would only need Edwards to keep Sam in check. Slowly, Sam pulls his handcuffs out of one of the inner pockets of his jacket. Then, he slowly opens the door to the room. "--Warren please no... n-no, please don't ... I'll do whatever you bloody want, I swear... Just don't... Don't do it--!!" Sam doesn't even recognise Gene's voice at first - it sounds nothing like him. Shaking, broken, weak - who....? Then, the full situation reveals itself to Sam. The cage. The blood on the ground. Warren. Gene. Gene. The sight of Gene, strung up, half-naked, bleeding - it's like a punch to the gut, leaving Sam winded. He freezes in place, eyes wide with horror.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2016, 09:29 PM Post #905 |
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*Gene's eyes are fixed on Warren - that hum - he's going to do it isn't he - he's loving this... He's drinking it in... On the verge of breaking completely, it's only the adrenaline and his heightened senses that mean Gene catches the movement behind Warren. The door swinging open... And then a sight that both fills him with hope and absolute horror. Sam. He's here.... Gene freezes, face white as a sheet. He's there, hanging by the wrists, deep cuts stretching over every part of him in mirror with his pose, blood dripping down him in cascades and dribbles, the unbloodied skin of his torso mottled with dark bruises... And Sam's seen it all. Sam, oh god... Just run... Run while you can.... Warren senses the moment Gene's distracted. That delicious air of despair coming from him shifts. Hand still gripping the edge of Gene's trousers, knife pointing dangerously in the other, Warren turns to follow Gene's wide-eyed gaze. Oh - their guest has arrived! But wearing significantly less rope then he'd expected. And where's Edwards? Keeping his hand balled in Gene's trouser hem possessively, he turns properly to face Sam. "Mr Tyler! So wonderful to see you. I was worried you'd be late to the show!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 18 2016, 09:37 PM Post #906 |
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*Their eyes meet, and Sam's heart breaks. Gene - he had been the one pleading - he's... How did it come to this...?! Then there's Warren's voice, and with a fresh jolt of horror, Sam realises that he's lost his chance to surprise that monster. But it isn't over yet. Mind racing, Sam pulls himself together with a huge effort, stepping into the room - he even manages to put weight on his injured leg (the adrenaline must be masking some of the pain. He points one finger at Warren, the other gripping the handcuffs hard.* *just about managing to keep his voice from shaking* You... Are under arrest. Step away from him. *Out of the corner of his eyes, Sam notices the table - and there... More knives. Something to defend himself with, should it come to that. Good.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2016, 09:53 PM Post #907 |
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*Gene's mind is spinning. He's on overload, both physically and mentally. He's accepted his fate - he's going to die. He's going to die. And now this - Sam barging in, as if to rescue him? The hope feels dangerous - electric. To allow it to register is to set himself up for another fall. Croaking against the collar round his neck, Gene speaks as loudly as he can.* Sam.... run.... *ignoring Gene, Warren raises his eyebrows at Sam, his hand falling away from his captive's hip. "You're here to-- Pardon, you said you're here to arrest me?" A pause, and then a harsh cackle errupts from Warren, the man almost bending over backwards with mirth. "You look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards, my boy! What're you going to arrest me with? Those?" Wielding the bloodstained blade, Warren points it at the pathetic set of handcuffs Sam's clutching. He's going to need more than those.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 18 2016, 10:01 PM Post #908 |
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*Sam grips his teeth, emotions warring inside him. Gene's broken words cause more anguish to well up - seeing his DCI, his friend like this, seeing him so broken....! And Warren... His arrogance... The knife is still bloody, even....! Anger begins to boil in Sam's chest. It gives his voice the strength he needs, makes it go steely.* Edwards is dead. You're on your own. *He takes several steps towards the two, until there's only a few feet between him and the cage's open door.* Step. Away. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2016, 11:22 PM Post #909 |
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*At this news, Warren gives Sam a surprised look, followed by an impressed one. "Edwards? And I suppose you expect me to believe you killed him? DI Sam Tyler, Prince of the white Knights? " And now, Warren does take a step away from Gene. But it's towards Sam, the knife held lazily out in front of him. "And if he is dead, however will you make it up to me? Hmm? Seeing as you've supposedly robbed me of a piece of property." Behind Warren, Gene takes a shaky, pained breath, his body at its limits. Sam isn't leaving... Why isn't he leaving... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 07:39 AM Post #910 |
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*Sam is determined not to rise to Warren's bait - he needs to remain calm, with that knife pointed in his direction... but then, he calls Edwards a "piece of property". Sam falters for a moment, revealing his slight limp. The image of Edwards' bulging eyes disappearing into the water will forever haunt him, he knows it. Edwards was a monster, in more than one sense. But he still... he still was human. Loyal to his master. And now...! Forcing himself to keep concentrating on Warren, Sam finally steps into the cage. He's so close now... he needs to keep an eye on that knife...* Put that down. It's over, Warren. I'm going to arrest you for abduction and torture of a police officer, and that'll be that. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 08:24 AM Post #911 |
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*Gene can see Sam stepping forwards, into the cage... And he lets out a desperate and frustrated sound. He shivers, blood loss and pain shaking him like a shack in an earthquake. And that all-consuming fear - that he'll see Sam stabbed right in front of him... Sam, turn around and run... just run! Warren's getting closer, the knife at the ready... Warren laughs again, the shark-like grin on his face mocking and smug. "But Mr Tyler... You're all alone. And I don't think your Detective Chief Inspector is going to be able to assist you." He takes another step forward. "Where's your backup? Apart from him, who'd be stupid enough to follow you in here?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 09:42 AM Post #912 |
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*They're so close now... One quick step, and Sam might be able to grab Warren's hand, wrestle the knife away from him... Joni will make sure no one else comes down here, she promised... Sam stares Warren down, refusing to be intimidated by his smug grin. Refuses to be distracted by the sounds Gene is making, or by the quaking of his body. He can't pay attention to that, not now, not yet.* No one's going to help you either. I told you - Edwards is dead. Drowned. He's not coming back. And your other 'employees' are turning on you. It's over. *Every muscle in Sam's body tenses, anticipating Warren's attack. If he can just get one tiny step closer... One... Tiny... Step.....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 11:39 AM Post #913 |
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*Warren chuckles at that. His men turning on him? "Nobody's turning on me. They know what happens. Take a look." He gestures over his shoulder to Gene, hanging there helpless, painted in his own blood. "Just ask your DCI what happens to those who don't prove their loyalty." Then, taking the opportunity, Warren takes a fast step forward. He jabs the knife towards Sam's face, aiming to drive the blade into his cheek while he's distracted.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 11:46 AM Post #914 |
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*Sam indeed can't help but glance over at Gene again, his stomach churning - but then, that motion. Running on adrenaline as Sam is, he reacts without thinking. His arm shoots up, blocking and pushing Warren's hand to the side. In the same fluid motion Sam grabs Warren's arm and twists it in a downwards arch - any moment, the man should lose strength in his hand and drop the knife...! At the same time, Sam pulls back the first holding the handcuffs and aims a punch right at Warren's face - if he's dazed, Sam will be able to cuff him...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 11:55 AM Post #915 |
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*For the first time in this entire saga, Warren is taken aback. Sam's faster than he'd have imagined considering the injuries Charlie inflicted. Sam spins Warren's arm down, his hand opening of its own accord, the knife clattering to the ground. Warren actually feels a spike of worry, then. Without a weapon, it's a fair fight. And those aren't something he usually likes to engage in. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Sam's fist raise - and ducks his head, following the motion of his arm. Then he shunts to the right, aiming his shoulder towards Sam's exposed side with a shout. "Well! Aren't you a tough cookie!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 12:03 PM Post #916 |
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*Sam doesn't have time to feel triumph or worry. The adrenaline is controlling his motions, making him see Warren's moves with full clarity. He grits his teeth as Warren barrels into him, his good leg sliding backwards to help him keep his balance. At the impact, he goes with it - allows Warren to think for a moment that he got a hit in - but in fact, Sam lets motion physics do their part. He turns to the side entirely, causing Warren to take a step past him - and that is what he needs. Sam makes a grab for the man's arm, twisting it up his back while at the same time stepping behind him entirely. There's one click - the first cuff is safely secured to Warren's wrist. And now the other--!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 01:40 PM Post #917 |
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*Sam is like a slippery eel, somehow twisting out of the way just in time. He hurtles past Sam, finding his arm in a sudden grip. Damn. This is becoming a bit troublesome. The click of the cuff around his wrist fuels Warren to step it up a gear. This is dangerous now - one more cuff and he's going to be secure. That absolutely cannot happen. Warren spins, yanking his cuffed hand from Sam's clutches and drawing back his leg. He can see the way Sam's favouring one leg over the other - spotting weaknesses is Warren's strength. With all his might, he kicks at Sam's bad leg, the hard rubber of his shoe smashing into it like a bulldozer.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 01:47 PM Post #918 |
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*Sam has no choice but to go with that yank, try and regain his grip on Warren - it's enough of a distraction. Had he not been injured, the kick might have done little more than annoy Sam. But as it is, Warren's heel digging in just above Sam's ankle, it's his doom. The pain smashes through the adrenaline, sapping Sam of all his strength. He collapses with a scream, his knees hitting the ground hard, and for a moment he can't even breathe, agony pulsing through him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 02:08 PM Post #919 |
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*Gene watches through blurred vision as Sam and Warren struggle. It's hard to follow, his eyes refusing to focus properly on the quick, frantic movements. For a moment it looks like Sam might be winning-- --Oh god, maybe he'll win. Maybe this hell will really be over--! Then he hears a dull thwack. The sound of Sam shouting in pain. It cuts through his heart like a spear - that's it. Warren's done it. Somehow, he's won. Gene drops his head again with a shuddering breath. Now Warren has both of them... This is his fault. Sam wouldn't be here on his own if it wasn't for him and this damn wolf inside him... Warren steadies himself before dipping to grab the knife off the ground, then stepping behind Sam and grabbing his shoulders. With force, Warren shoves Sam forward, dropping on top of him and pinning him to the ground, arms forced behind Sam's back. Panting, Warren presses his mouth to Sam's ear, hissing in a ragged breath. "Ohhh yes! You've got my blood pumping now, boy!" The cuff is still attached to Warren's wrist - he needs to get rid of that. And he knows where Sam's likely to have the key. He shuffles up Sam's body slightly, hooking the knife under Sam's chin and pressing it to his throat, the drying blood there smearing up Sam's jawline. Keeping Sam's arms trapped with his gut, Warren snakes his other hand down Sam's side and starts to feel about his pocket for the key. "Don't you move a muscle now, Tyler... That jugular of yours is very tempting."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 02:27 PM Post #920 |
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*Sam wants to move - he needs to get away, escape Warren's grasp - but the pain is paralysing, turning his muscles into rubber, he's already on his elbows... and then that shove. The impact with the ground drives all air out of Sam's lungs, and before he has the time to recover from that, there's a crushing weight on his back-- and steel pressing into his throat. Sam goes still, save for his panting breath. His arms are trapped, he can't... Jesus, he can't defend himself... and he's so close to Gene now, the ground he's lying on is bloody... Nausea rolls through him at the implication. Oh God, Gene, I'm so sorry-- Warren's hand is in his pocket now - looking for the key to the cuffs, no doubt. Sam wants nothing more than shake him off, but the knife to his throat is keeping him in place.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 03:34 PM Post #921 |
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*After a moment, Warren's prying fingers locate what he's looking for and he fishes out the key with a smug hum. "You know, it's been a while since I've been on top of a boy as lithe as you..." Keeping the knife in place, Warren lets up just enough to jam the key in the cuffs and twist. A metallic clink and his wrist is free. "... Seems a shame to restrain those nice strong arms of yours, but..." Expertly juggling the cuffs in one hand while keeping firm pressure on Sam's neck (the message is very clear - move, and Gene's won't be the only blood coating this floor), Warren snaps one end over Sam's wrist. "... I think you understand. I wouldn't want you to cover your eyes. This show is for you, after all."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 03:49 PM Post #922 |
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*The metallic clink of the handcuffs springing open sounds like a death knell to Sam; the sensation of the metal closing around his own wrist feels suffocating like a coffin closing on him. And he can't even fight it - the knife pressed against his jugular is a constant reminder of that. And then... finally, Sam's mind catches up with what Warren is saying. Those little comments. It's difficult to feel anything other than crushing guilt and regret over his defeat, as well as horror for what's to come... but there is a different kind of unease budding, somewhere at the back of his mind. It makes him choke out words, even if it means that the blade gets close to actually breaking skin.* Y-you're... sick....! |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 04:14 PM Post #923 |
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*Warren wastes no time in trapping Sam's other wrist - he doesn't want to give this one a chance to overpower him again. Sam may not be as large or intimidating as Hunt, but he's small and quick and that's almost more dangerous in a way. "Sick? I wouldn't go that far... Though you might, later. I probably should have brought you a bucket." With Sam now secure, Warren doesn't have to worry. Everything is back in motion. His plan still holds. Easing up the pressure on Sam's back a little, he slowly drags the flat of the knife up the side of Sam's face, wiping the remaining sticky red residue off onto Sam's cheek. Beginning to become elated by his power trip again, Warren then shoves himself to his feet and walks casually to the other side of the room - where the table and implements are sitting ominously. Sam won't be able to get up even if he tried - so there's no need to rush. It's almost time, but he still has enough left to put the final pieces in place. He'll let Sam stew for a moment. Let him smell the blood and the death in the air. "Tyler. Enlighten me... If Charlie didn't bring you.... Then why come? Why march into the lion's den unarmed and so... alone...?"* " |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 04:27 PM Post #924 |
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*God, he can hear it... as Warren walks away, just under the sound of his heels hitting the floor, Sam can hear it. Gene's blood, dripping off his body and onto the cold tiles. He can smell it as well, his face pressed against the ground, and Warren just having wiped the knife off against his other cheek, Gene's blood now mingling with his own. It makes Sam want to gag, and it takes a great amount of self-control to give in to that urge. And Gene is so silent... Sam squeezes his eyes shut, pulling uselessly against the cuffs. Restrained with his own handcuffs. When Warren speaks again, Sam twists, needing to see where the man is standing - what he's planning next. The table... He hadn't been able to get a good enough look at it. He remembers more knives, rope... what else.... Warren's question - the way it's phrased, the way Warren emphasises that word, "alone" - makes Sam choke with sudden anger. He hisses* You wouldn't understand...! *Sam tries to sit up, but even now his old injuries flare up again - the muscles in Sam's abdomen aren't strong enough to lever him up, and so all Sam manages is to shuffle a little, before having to let his head fall down to the ground again with a frustrated growl.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 05:19 PM Post #925 |
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*Warren runs his fingers along the line of knives and tools deliberately, making sure that the sound is loud enough for Sam to hear. The suspense - the unknown. Warren knows how to use it, and he's going to keep Sam's mind racing for a little while longer. "You're probably right...." He sighs, turning over a pair of pliers - clacking them together and then placing them down again. "But whatever it is that I apparently don't understand... It's why I'm stood up here and you my friend are wriggling on my floor like a worm in the dirt." A long pause as Warren eyes the tools in front of him and then makes a decision. His footsteps echo across the room as he steps past the table and takes hold of another object hidden there. And then again, slow and measured steps back towards Sam, a wooden scraping accompanying him. All of a sudden, four chair legs clatter to the ground just at the cage's doorway. "Okay. Up we go--!" A bundle of rope drops to the floor beside Sam, the hands it was held in grabbing at the back of Sam's jacket and heaving him up to his feet.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 05:35 PM Post #926 |
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*Sam is barely able to see Warren's movements, and that makes it all the more ominous. His own racing heartbeat nearly covers up the sound of skin scraping along wood - and he knows Warren is doing this deliberately, playing mind games with Sam, but that knowledge doesn't keep him from being affected by it. But now, while Warren is further away, while he's somewhat distracted, Sam has to take this chance, and he whispers through clenched teeth* Guv - Gene, I'm sorry, I tried--! *Then, the sudden clatter, sounding almost like an explosion. Sam flinches, cranes his neck - it's... it's a chair. That's strangely anticlimatic. However, it's clear what Warren intends with it, no later than the rope drops to the floor. A moment later, Sam is pulled up, hissing as his side twists, and he puts too much weight on his already mangled leg - he slumps to the side slightly, involuntarily leaning against Warren and hating himself for it. And now he's almost face to face with Gene... sees the cuts in every detail, the bruises... God....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 05:49 PM Post #927 |
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*Gene hears Sam's strained whisper, and his heart clenches at the sound. I know you did, Sam, I know... Thank you... The words don't make it past his lips - He don't think he could say them without opening the floodgates. Instead, all he can do is groan under his breath.* You... you should have... r-run... *This shouldn't be happening to you... You had the chance... You should have left... Gene watches as Sam is pulled up - as he slumps against Warren, unable to put too much weight on his bad leg - as Sam's eyes rest on the cuts to his chest, the blood soaking his trousers, the bruises and tear tracks - It hurts that Sam's having to see this. That look on Sam's face... Gene has to hang his head. He can't look at that expression any more. Everything hurts. With a vice-like grip, Warren holds Sam there for a moment, letting him get a good look at his handiwork. "Beautiful, isn't it. Took a while to break 'im, but when it happened..." Warren's chest swells with pride, eyes raking up and down Gene's body. ".... Ahh, it was something special."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 06:06 PM Post #928 |
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*Sam doesn't know what hurts more - Gene's words, or the look in his eyes. The complete lack of... life. Gene's green eyes are dark, dull with pain... his cheeks stained with tears and sweat, dried blood down his lips... "You should've run...." He couldn't - Sam couldn't have, even if he wanted to... he had to try... anything else wouldn't have been acceptable... how could Gene even say, even think Sam would...?! Sam doesn't get a chance to respond, with Warren's voice so close, his body pressed against his own... His words make Sam feel sick to the stomach. He's proud of this. Sam channels all of his disgust and anger to grit out* I'll make sure you get life for this--! |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 06:19 PM Post #929 |
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*Warren shakes his head - Sam's naivety, it's comical. Still holding Sam up, Warren turns his amused grin to Sam. "You'll never get a conviction. Your men will search my premises with a fine tooth comb. And what'll they find?" He looks back at Gene, at the tousled blonde hair sticking out at all angles, small threads of hessian still clinging there. Jesus, it's beautiful. "... A few stray dog hairs. Animal bones. Wolf teeth." The fist holding Sam's jacket clenches even tighter as Warren extends his other hand towards Gene's downturned head. Warren almost sighs with pleasure as his fingers sink into Gene's hair. "Your colleagues will acquit me in my office... While stood right there on my new... fur.... rug..."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 06:24 PM Post #930 |
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*.....!!! With every word that Warren says, Sam feels sicker and sicker to his stomach - and at the same time, anger like he's never known it before bubbles up in his chest, makes it hard to breathe. It's the hand in Gene's hair that does it - Sam's mind flashing back to that afternoon that seems like a lifetime ago, with Gene on the sofa, and-- Without thinking, Sam slams his head back as hard as he possibly can, taking full advantage of the fact that Warren is distracted by his own sick fantasies.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 07:12 PM Post #931 |
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*Anything that Warren was going follow up with is cut off by his own jaw slamming shut - Sam's head hits Warren square in the face. He grunts, shoulders following the line of momentum, his fingers ripped from Gene's scalp. He also lets go of Sam's jacket roughly, almost pushing him forward as he staggers. - As Warren's fingers rest in Gene's hair, Gene bites his lip, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling. Every touch of Warren's feels like dirt. Contaminating. Like he's being tainted. Every moment that passes makes him feel further and further removed from his body. It doesn't belong to him any more. But then there's a crack and Warren's fingers are suddenly gone. Bleary-eyed, Gene looks up - and sees what Sam's done. His eyes widen. Fuck, now what - -?!? * |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 07:51 PM Post #932 |
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*Sam staggers forward, no longer supported by Warren's grip, and very nearly collides with Gene. He manages to catch himself somehow, his bad leg trembling with the effort of not collapsing underneath him. His own wide-eyed stare meets Gene's as he realises what he's just done - the consequences it will have. Sam turns as best as he can, trying to keep Warren in his line of sight - and catches something out of the corner of his eye. A glint on the ground. The cuff keys. Driven by adrenaline, Sam stumbles over there and drops to his knees, turns, has to let himself fall onto his arse, fumbles-- almost gets a grip on the keys, tries to peel them off the floor--!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 08:06 PM Post #933 |
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*Gene can see the fear of realisation in Sam's eyes. They're both thinking the same thing. What the hell is Warren going to do now?? Stunned, Gene can't make himself speak. He wants to tell Sam again to run, to get away - he might be able to make it if he just barges past... But Sam's already proved that he's not about to go. Not without him. And that knowledge brings a lump to his throat. Warren is slowly recovering - turning to see Sam on the floor grasping for the keys... Gene's about to watch a train wreck. Warren draws his sleeve across his mouth, wiping a smear of blood away. How. Dare. He. Marching over to Sam with purpose Warren draws back his fist and aims a hard punch across Sam's face.* Edited by Gene Hunt, Oct 19 2016, 08:07 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 08:16 PM Post #934 |
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*Even while he scrabbles for the keys - nearly has them--! - Sam's eyes are glued to Warren... and when the man turns towards him, for the first time, Sam is really, truly scared of him. He can't even give himself a moment of satisfaction over the blood dripping down Warren's lips. Sam's hands finally grasp the keys properly - but it's too late, Warren is already coming at him like something out of a bad horror film. He tries to throw himself to the side, avoid the punch, somehow escape Warren's wrath for a few seconds longer--!! But the punch hits him square across his face, Sam's head snapping to the side with the force of it, his body following suit. Sam goes crashing to the ground with a grunt of pain, landing hard on his side, momentarily too dazed to try and get back up.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 08:34 PM Post #935 |
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*Warren doesn't wait for Sam to recover. He knows what Sam was doing, going for the keys. Well. Warren'll take that dream away right now. Reaching down, he picks up the keys and jangles them in front of Sam's face. Then, he turns and throws them furiously over to the far side of the wall where they fall with a clatter. The message - you won't be out of those cuffs. Not for a good long while. Then Warren's hands are on Sam again, yanking him up aggressively. Rough as he can, he drags Sam over to the chair and practically throws him into it. The rope is up, looped around him again and again, then Warren is tying a knot behind Sam's back to secure him to the chair. "Oh, you... You've made a BIG mistake, son."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 08:42 PM Post #936 |
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*Sam's vision is only just refocusing when the keys suddenly float in front of his face... so close, and yet-- Warren throws them away. Dread settles in Sam's stomach like a stone. That was... that was his only chance... The force with which Warren yanks him up and throws him into the chair sets Sam's head reeling, throbbing still from the force of the punch, and so he doesn't even have a chance to struggle against the bonds. Desperately trying to gather his wits about him, all Sam can do in response to Warren is spit out the blood that has started to pool in his mouth. The only thought that comes to mind is, Don't call me 'son'.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 09:15 PM Post #937 |
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*With one final tug, the knot tightens, pinning Sam's cuffed hands between his back and the wooden back of the chair. Warren almost scrambles to get in front of Sam, between him and Gene - and from there he grabs at Sam's throat - squeezing - tilting him back in the chair until the front chair legs lift from the ground. Voice hiding a barely concealed rage, Warren spits his words at Sam. "What were you hoping for!? You want me to string you up, too? S'that what you want? 'Cos believe me, Samuel, I have enough rope to keep you hanging there for weeks!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 09:29 PM Post #938 |
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*The ropes are so tight, Sam is barely able to draw a proper breath before Warren's face appears right in front of him and-- Panic thrums through Sam as the hand closes around his throat and squeezes. His mouth opens as if to scream, but nothing more than a choked rasp crosses his lips. The pressure is unbearable, Warren's hand the only thing supporting him now that even the chair is half toppled backwards. Sam kicks out reflexively, chest heaving in desperate attempts to draw in even the smallest breath. Warren's words hammer at him just like his heartbeat, throbbing in his head as black spots begin to appear in Sam's vision, his eyes bulging.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 09:41 PM Post #939 |
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*Gene isn't able to see quite what's happening - Warren's back has been blocking him. But it's obvious enough from the choked sounds, the creak of the chair and the awkward angles of Warren's shoulders that he's doing something... something to Sam... No, no, please don't--! Don't kill him, oh god--! Chest heaving and wrists burning, Gene shouts. The sound that comes out is barely more than a hoarse cough, but he has to try! He has to do something! Distract Warren, something!* WARREN!! LET GO, FOR... FOR GOD'S SAKE!! *Teeth clenched and the vein in his forehead popping, Warren keeps squeezing, holding Sam on the edge of balance, teetering the chair on its back legs. He could strangle Sam right here - choke him out, make Gene watch--! But no... No, that wasn't the plan. With an angry grunt, Warren lets go of Sam's throat and lets the chair slam back into its upright position. He can't go overboard, he can't end this too soon. Not before it's even begun.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 09:51 PM Post #940 |
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*Sam's lungs are burning with lack of air, his head throb being, vision turning gray, and still the pressure is relentless... Oh god, this is... This is it... He's going to....... Through the static in his ears, Sam registers a faint, yet familiar beeping sound... Muffled words, far off - Gene? Mum?... Warren lets go. Sam doubles over, both with the force of the chair slamming back into its original position and the force of his own coughing and hacking. Spit and blood dribble down his chin as he desperately heaves short, painful gulps of air.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 09:58 PM Post #941 |
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*Gene's breaths are coming in panicked gasps as Warren lets go of Sam. Oh thank god... But he can hear Sam coughing and hacking, trying to get his breathing back under control - and the fact that he can't SEE what's happening kills him inside. This wasn't ever meant to impact on Sam - Warren was only ever after one thing - a werewolf - and he's got that! He's got Gene! So let Sam go!!* Warren... Let 'im go... You've got what... what you wanted... .... Please just... cut 'im loose... |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 10:07 PM Post #942 |
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*Warren keeps staring down at Sam for a few seconds longer, his own breaths heaving with hardly suppressed anger. However, it seems as though Gene's voice pulls him back - reminds him of what he's really meant to do here. He turns around, very slowly, fixing Gene in a deadly glare. The earlier smugness is gone, replaced by something much colder, much more dangerous. He turns his attention to Sam one more time, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head up, drawing a pained, choked-off scream from Sam. "I'll come back to you later," he hisses, shaking the Dr's head once to emphasise his words. Then he lets go just as forcefully and walks over to the table without sparing Sam another glance. Sam is still coughing, barely able to get his breathing under control - his sense of reality is starting to blur, the beeping still there... God, not now, he needs to... He needs to stay with Gene, he can't be distracted now....!!! Warren picks up a small object from the tabletop - barely a couple of inches long, and stalks back into the cage towards Gene. "What I want," he growls, "is both of you arrogant pigs broken underneath my boots." Without warning, he reaches out and presses his thumb right into the point on Gene's chest where the three bloody cuts join together. "And I always get what I want."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 10:21 PM Post #943 |
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*Those words - he'll come back to Sam later... Jesus, Gene hopes not. He hopes that this'll be enough - that Warren'll do what he's going to do and then let Sam go... But he can't believe it. Not when he knows that the 'later' Warren mentions means after Gene is dead. Despite this, he can't help feeling relief as Warren moves away to the table. Whatever he's doing, at least he's not touching Sam any more. Not touching either of them. A sweet moment of blessed pause. But it's short lived. Warren starts advancing again, a whole new energy to him now. The playful arrogance is gone, replaced with something that feels a lot colder. A lot more serious. Gene holds his breath as Warren reaches Sam - - then passes him, eyes set on Gene himself. His stomach drops. No more, he's had enough... His body's almost about to give up, he can feel it fading... He can't take any more... The pain as Warren's thumb digs into that point on his chest sends a jolt of electricity though Gene's entire body. The ropes above him creak as they stretch under the strain of Gene arcing away from Warren. A ragged yelp escapes him, torn from his lungs. Every little cut and bruise seem to reignite under the sudden movement, reawakened as Gene's attention shifts sharply from Sam back to himself.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 10:28 PM Post #944 |
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*Warren doesn't let up, his eyes flashing with cruel intent. Sam's head snaps up again at Gene's broken screaming, the sound piercing through his heart like an icicle. No, no, God, Gene is already so injured, Warren can't keep doing this...!! But before Sam can open his mouth to shout, Warren turns his head to glare at him - and realisation hits Sam like a bulldozer. This is Gene's punishment for Sam's insolence. Any words Sam might have screamed die on his tongue as his face goes ashen. It's that expression Warren wanted to see. Dark satisfaction feels him as he presses his finger in deeper, holds it for another few long seconds... Then let's up.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 10:35 PM Post #945 |
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*Stars flash behind Gene's eyelids, the pain piercing right through his chest - it feels like Warren's pushing his thumb in all the way - about to peel, about to rip and tear... His shoulders heave with desperate, shallow breaths, a high-pitched whimper reverberating through him as he endures - survives- And then the pressure is gone. His muscles give up the strength they held and Gene slumps in his bonds with a gasp, panting through the subsiding waves. Just kill me, Gene thinks. Pleads, almost. Just put an end to this...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 10:46 PM Post #946 |
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*Every sound Warren forces from Gene pierces through Sam as though he's the one being hurt. He's struggling to breathe all over again, knows that he should be screaming for Warren to stop, bloody STOP, but he can't. It's not just his abused throat that's preventing him - it's the crushing guilt, the knowledge that Sam caused this. He's responsible for this new torture... Warren focuses on Gene again, takes in just how much he's weakened the man. He's going to have to start to be careful... Hunt needs to last until the transformation, otherwise it will all have been for nought. "I hope you've both learned your lesson, boys" he snarls, loud enough for both men to hear. "I'm in control. One of you crosses me, you both pay. Easy." He takes a breath - time to finish preparations. Warren raises his other hand, revealing the object he'd been holding: a small, thick bullet, glinting in the light - glinting silver. "Time to bite the bullet, Gene, " he growls, grabbing Gene's chin and forcing him to look at the object.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 10:55 PM Post #947 |
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*The despair is crushing. Gene can't cope. Maybe he really should just swallow his tongue and be done with it... But Warren's words... If he does that, Sam'll be the one to pay for it. Sam could end up like this... ... Nobody deserves this.... Gene's head is down again, hiding the fresh tears that're fighting to slide down his cheeks. He can't have Sam see this - for Sam's last images of him in human form to be marred by the tears of someone too afraid to face their own end. His head is lifted, an object held in front of him. He should look. If he doesn't, Sam could-- Swallowing down his swollen throat, Gene forces his eyes open. This is it. The bullet that'll kill him, glinting in the light. It's almost pretty. Gene can't help his eyes flicking over to Sam - to get one last look at him. The friend who'd doomed himself in an effort to save him. If only Sam could know how much that'd meant. Grief in his eyes, Gene looks back at Warren, staring past the bullet and into his eyes.* ....... Do it, then ..... Shoot me. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 11:01 PM Post #948 |
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*Sam sees it as well - the bullet. God, no, it can't... It can't happen... Not already....?! Then, Gene's eyes meet his. Sam stares back with a mixtures of horror and absolute despair, unable to understand what Gene is trying to say... Does he think that Sam made it worse? That it's all his fault? Sam wouldn't blame him. Finally, Sam manages to choke out* Don't--! *But Warren ignores him. His mouth pulls into an ugly smile at Gene's words. "Shoot you? But that would be entirely inconvenient. No, no, Gene..." He squeezes Gene's jaw tighter, forcing it apart. "Open wide...."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 11:05 PM Post #949 |
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*Gene's ready. Come on, Warren, he's ready. Do it. Do it. Do it! .......... Wh-What....? Open....? But.... The gun...? Gene stares in complete confusion, eyes searching Warren's for a meaning. What is this? He clenches his jaw, unsure of what's happening. He's not opening his mouth for god's sake--!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 11:10 PM Post #950 |
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*Sam as well has noticed that, while Warren has been holding that bullet... The gun has been suspiciously absent. So what...?! Warren's eyes flare dangerously as he notices Gene's sudden resistance. He growls, "Are you deaf....?" Much as he enjoys them, Warren hasn't got time to play games now. Time is running out. So he lets go of Gene's jaw, reaching up and pinching his nose instead. One way or another, he'll get what he wants...!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 11:15 PM Post #951 |
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*What... What the hell is going on!? Growing increasingly fearful, Gene racks his brains trying to decipher the order. His whole body is screaming at him, he can't think-- Suddenly his nose closes up. Instinctively, Gene tries desperately to turn his head - to release the pressure - to open his airway and suck in some oxygen! But Warren doesn't let up. His head is spinning, the world is tilting. Not even realising he's doing it, Gene opens his mouth and inhales. It's that or he pass out - the dots in front of his eyes are approaching... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 11:20 PM Post #952 |
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*Sam realises what's going to happen a fraction before it does.* NO--!! *The scream is broken, desperate, and inconsequential. Those last scraps of fight left in Gene... Pleasure flares up within Warren again, fierce and triumphant. This is it, the final step. Hunt's mouth opens. Without delay, Warren jams the bullet into it, down Gene's throat, forcing his jaw shut afterward and letting go of his nose. He slips his hand to the back of Gene's head instead, preventing him from throwing it back - he's going to swallow that bullet no matter what...!!! * |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 11:28 PM Post #953 |
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*As soon as his mouth is open, something fills it. Something suffocating. Cold, against the back of his tongue. He swallows. It lodges there, pressed down by fat, foul tasting fingers. Gene gags, throwing his head back - but there's a hand there too, pushing his head forwards. The fingers slip from his mouth, jamming his jaw shut. Gag reflex working, he swallows convulsively. The metal slips, blocking his windpipe. A snorting choke errupts from Gene's nose. He coughs through clenched teeth. It shifts. Clogs his throat. Panic, panic, panic. He can't breathe. Gene's throat works, trying to throw up the large foreign body forcing its way into his pipe. But still Gene resists - He tries to turn his head this way and that, giving his muscles the leeway they need to work this thing out of him. Don't let it slip, don't let it go down, oh god oh god!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 11:34 PM Post #954 |
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*Oh God, oh GOD-- Sam can sense Gene's panic even across the room, and it amplifies his own horror, makes him strain against his bonds, his own aches forgotten.* STOP!! STOP IT--!! *Warren's face pulls into an ugly grimace of concentration and triumph as he presses hard with both hands, not letting up. Not until that bullet goes down Hunt's throat!! * |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2016, 11:43 PM Post #955 |
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*No escape, no escape! The hands smother him, pressed at the back of his head and over his mouth. His head won't turn. He gags, chokes, splutters, all muffled by the flesh pressing down over his face. The cold hard lump turns, slips - down another centimetre. Gene shudders, throat closing up. Another centimetre - another inch-- Throat spasming on its own, his adam's apple bobs once, twice.... And the lump disappears, leaving a cold hard scratch in its wake. Immediately a chill starts to sink in Gene's torso, the bullet plowing its way in, down his eusophagus, into his system. Mouth now empty and throat raw beyond belief, Gene stops fighting. His breaths come in gulping sobs triggered by the overstimulation, but that's the only sound coming from him now. As soon as he transforms.... That bullet... it's going to kill him. It's going to ruin him from the inside out... Anything he wants to say to Warren, his voice won't do it. Even that's given up, now.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2016, 11:52 PM Post #956 |
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*Sam screams again - not even words this time, just sheer despair - but Warren ignores him, keeps the pressure up as he watches, sees the progress of the bullet down Gene's throat.... And... ... It's down. The sounds Gene is making... They're something else. Warren lets go slowly, taking a step back. Admiring his masterpiece. Everything is set now... For the main event. And Hunt knows - oh, Warren can see it in his eyes, the realisation that his fate has just been sealed. The sight sets off a wave of satisfaction like Warren has never felt it before. Sam's voice dies away as Warren steps back, and he breathes* No... No....!! *He doesn't even feel the tears that have started to drip down his face - doesn't even know they're there. His insides have turned to ice. Sam's vision has narrowed, showing him only Gene's deathly pale face.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 11:08 AM Post #957 |
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*Sam's fading words echo uselessly through Gene's head. The cold metal inside him - he can feel it, sitting behind his ribs. No amount of struggling or pleading will change things now. He's as good as shot. And Sam's going to see the whole thing. Sam's going to be witness to his last shuddering breaths. Sam, I'm sorry.... You were never meant to see this.... Warren admires the sight for a few more moments, letting the silence rest. Let Sam hear those ragged breaths. Let him look at this, take in every detail. Warren wants for this image to be burned into Sam's mind for the rest of his life. The red painted image of his former friend, strung up like a painting and suffering past the point of breaking. After a moment, Warren turns and walks out of the cage, taking hold of the heavy door as he does and swinging it shut with a booming metallic clang. A grinding sound and the lock is rammed into place, sealing Gene in for the final time. Making his way to Sam's side, Warren kneels down next to Sam, looping an arm over his shoulders as though they're simply a couple watching a film in the back row of the cinema. "Well.... It seems we have some time to kill, now. Do you have any ideas?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 11:22 AM Post #958 |
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*No... no... no, no this can't....... Sam remembers Gene saying that a silver bullet is all it takes to bring down a werewolf.... he remembers what mere traces of silver have done to Gene over the last few weeks... so once he changes...... a bullet in his stomach......... Fierce nausea is twisting inside him as Sam heaves shuddering breaths of his own, still straining against the ropes to the point where they're creaking with his weight. The cage's door closing reverberates in his head like a huge bell tolling, ringing in Gene's last moments....... It... it can't be happening............ Sam is so focused on Gene that he doesn't take notice of Warren right up to the moment when he winds his arm around Sam's shoulder. Bile rises in his throat and Sam flinches away violently - he can't stand to be touched by this man, with Gene's blood all over his disgusting hands....!! His voice shaking, almost breaking up, Sam hisses* G-get off me....!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 11:39 AM Post #959 |
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*Warren chuckles maliciously, his arm strengthening around Sam's shoulders. The shake in his voice - it's like music to his ears. A tragic melody that Warren wants to replay again and again... "Get off, you say?" He leans in, hissing into Sam's ear with dangerous intent. "My my, DI Tyler... I never thought you'd be enjoying this that much...."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 11:46 AM Post #960 |
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*... what....?! Sam freezes, still trying to lean away from Warren (though it's hardly possible, with the ropes secured as tightly as they are), then turns his head slowly to stare at the man. What on earth... it's that same tone Warren used once already... But.....?! Sam's mind can't keep up with all of this - it's still reeling, still focusing on Gene and replaying those last few moments, there simply is no space to try and puzzle out Warren's intentions, what exactly he's implying. There's a dark, twisted sense of premonition somewhere at the very back of his mind... but it hasn't filtered through yet. All Sam can do is stare, a few stray tears dripping down his cheeks, burning where they come in contact with the cut from earlier.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 12:00 PM Post #961 |
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*No response but that wide-eyed, desolate stare. And those tears... he's managed to make both police officers cry now. And if that isn't the biggest power trip of all. "Shhh, shhh.... Come on now..." Warren reaches out, gently wiping the tears from Sam's cheeks. An idea is forming... He's never felt this powerful - this in control of every little thing that happens here. His plan is almost complete, proving his superiority. He has two well-respected members of authority here, both who've crossed him in some way - and they're both at his mercy. The feeling swells in his chest, rushing to his head. He could do anything he wants to Sam, now. Best if it's something that doesn't leave any more marks - he's intending to throw Sam out of the building once he's done, after all. Leave him on the pavement to wander back home on his own accompanied by the howling ghost of his mutilated DCI. Too many marks and someone might just believe his story. The feeling drops, bound for somewhere lower. Burning in his abdomen, fuelling his need. He grins widely, shark-like teeth mere millimetres from Sam's face. "Maybe I need to bring you up before I bring you down... How does that sound?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 12:11 PM Post #962 |
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*Sam's skin begins to crawl where Warren touches it - this false gentleness is worse, so much worse than the anger with which he'd been thrown into the chair and choked. Confusion and disgust are warring inside Sam as he takes in the look in Warren's eyes, the way he seems to be coming to a conclusion... The way his gaze darkens with something Sam doesn't want to name. Finally, he has to turn his head away, unable to keep looking at that terrible grin. Through clenched teeth, Sam grits out* Piss off.... *He doesn't want to know what Warren is planning. What he's insinuating. He doesn't want to know.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 12:21 PM Post #963 |
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*Warren's eyes glint as Sam speaks again. That fear in his eyes, the blood on his face, the tremble in his voice, accompanied by the shuddering breaths coming from behind him.. Evidence of his power is everywhere. Painted on the body hanging behind him, etched into Sam's terrified face, spattered on the ground in intricate patterms... It's intoxicating. Slowly and with very deliberate motions, Warren stands up and swings a leg over Sam's lap. He sits, eyes never leaving Sam's. He wants to see the cogs whir. He wants to see that same look he'd seen in Gene's eyes earlier, when he was going below the belt... Warren places his hands either side of Sam's neck, but not in the same way as last time. This time it's gentle... Soft.... Like a lover might do. Voice dripping in dark seduction, Warren drawls. "Anyone ever told you how pretty you are when you're scared for your life?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 12:31 PM Post #964 |
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*Sam flinches as he feels Warren's weight settle on his lap - what...?!?? Then, the hands on his neck. Warren's tone of voice. His head held in place as it is, Sam has no choice but to stare into Warren's eyes, take it in. And slowly... slowly, his mind is catching up, reluctantly beginning to put two and two together. Because this... this is unambiguous. And Sam doesn't want it to be real. Not something like this, on top of... on top of Gene, inside that cage, slowly but inevitably dying... Sam doesn't have the strength to deal with that and-- and--! His eyes wide, Sam opens his mouth, but no words make it past his lips. What could he say? How could he possibly react to... no... .... this will be the last thing Gene sees.... The thought almost causes Sam physical pain.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 12:53 PM Post #965 |
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*He can see it - Sam's figuring it out. His lips open but there are no words - Warren's taken Sam's voice. Perfect. Warren's fingers brush across Sam's collarbones, run down over Sam's chest, feeling every little curve and muscle. He lets out a soft moan. "How would it feel, I wonder.... To be in the throes of ecstasy... To be screaming my name, begging for more... As your friend disappears from the world..." Tenderly, Warren drags his fingers down, resting them on Sam's belt. "Would you like that, Sam?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 01:03 PM Post #966 |
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*... oh... god...... Sam has to swallow down the bile rising - Warren's words make him want to vomit. For a moment, Sam even considers letting it happen... but then, if Warren takes out the consequences on Gene... no, he couldn't bear it.... If only he had more control over his body... could stop the shivering... his stuttering breathing... Far from turning him on, Warren's words disgust and frighten him, but Warren will twist those reactions, twist them to his advantage... And then... no, god, no, it can't happen... not to him, not here, not now, not by this man's hand....!! Sam takes together all the strength he has left, and forces himself to withstand Warren's dark gaze, to meet it head-on, to mask the fear with disgust. With as steady a voice as he can muster, Sam growls* You... are... repulsive... |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 01:58 PM Post #967 |
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*Oh Sam. Warren can see right through you. You're not hiding that fear nearly as well as you need to. Warren practically purrs, his fingers gently pulling Sam's shirt out from under his belt. "Mmmh... I love that word..." One hand slides up under Sam's shirt, then another, exposing Sam's abdomen. His soft white skin, that enticing happy trail, beckon Warren's gaze down further. "It's rare, nowadays... To find a bloke like you. Trim, lithe...." He runs his hands over Sam's ribs, pressing just a little. Kneading his skin like dough. "... Men now, bit too much around the midriff for my tastes... But you..." Warren uses his legs to rub himself forward, dragging his crotch to press against Sam's.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 02:15 PM Post #968 |
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*Sam's breathing grows faster, heavier - but not with arousal. Not that. God, never that... He's scared. Every little touch, every time Warren's skin comes in contact with his, it fuels his nausea. He can't think straight - can't think of anything to talk his way out of this. He's so good at talking, usually, but it's as though Warren's fingers are sucking his words right out of him. And Warren's words... Sam tries so hard not to let them dig at him. It's disgusting, it's wrong - he doesn't want to hear them from this man's lips-- Then, that grinding motion. Instinctively Sam tries to lean away, inadvertedly exposing his throat in the process.* S-stop....!! *His voice is weaker now. Much too weak.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 02:21 PM Post #969 |
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*Warren feels how Sam shifts, how he leans away, exposing his neck... And he can't help himself as he dives his face in there, nibbling and sucking wetly at Sam's skin. 'Stop' isn't a word his brain will recognise now. The bulge in his trousers and the smell of Sam's soap spur him on, drunk on his own sense of invulnerability. His hands grab at Sam's shirt, shoving it up to expose his midsection. Then they dive down, scrabbling at Sam's belt buckle. Behind him, Warren can hear Gene making small noises - small noises of helpless despair as he realises what's happening - and how powerless he is to stop it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 02:38 PM Post #970 |
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*Sam can't help the little sound that escapes him as Warren goes down on his throat - panicked, helpless. God, he's so helpless...!! And all the while, the clock is ticking, until Gene transforms, until.... His thoughts stutter to a halt as he feels the hands going for his belt buckle, undoing it-- no, god, no-- Sam's eyes are burning again, and he has to squeeze them shut against the sensation. He wants to move, get away from those touches, those hands - but he can feel Warren's bulge pressing against his groin (that thought alone nearly causes his stomach to rebel), and if he moves now, he'll end up rubbing up against it.... Sam is barely breathing at this point, his breaths coming out in short, panicked gasps.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 02:46 PM Post #971 |
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*The belt is wrenched open, Warren's hands deftly and expertly pulling it hard from Sam's belt loops until it drops to the floor. And now, for the reveal. Warren scrapes his teeth up Sam's neck, humming at the feel of stubble against his chin - and presses a palm firmly against Sam's crotch. He's going to work Sam up - he's going to make him hard. He's going to watch Sam come, just as the transformation begins. Sam's going to climax, overcome with pleasure as his DCI drops to the ground. With expert precision and pressure, Warren begins to slowly rub up and down the outside of Sam's trousers, encouraging him. "Mmmh.... My, you're a big boy aren't you, mr Tyler....."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 02:53 PM Post #972 |
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*Again a pathetic sound is forced from Sam's throat, even more desperate than before, and he hates himself for it, hates himself for reaction at all, hates his body for betraying him that way-- And that pressure against his crotch, Jesus Christ, no, no! Sam shakes his head, even though he knows it's futile. His skin is crawling all over, the sensation taking his breath away, making his stomach churn... It's a small mercy that for now, it seems that Warren's ministrations aren't enough - Sam remains soft in his hands. If he got an erection with Gene there, in the room, dying... Sam couldn't live with that. With what little control he has left over himself, Sam forces himself to stay absolutely still, to not encourage Warren on any further.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 02:59 PM Post #973 |
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*Warren rubs again harder - Sam's going to play along with this. he has no choice. "Playing hard to get, are we....." With his other hand, Warren takes hold of Sam's zip, letting up just enough to drag it all the way down and part Sam's trousers. With Sam's skin now only defended by one thin layer of fabric, Warren can really get down to business. Determined to get Sam to cooperate, he cups Sam through his underwear and drags his hand up. Warren is no stranger to male anatomy, and he's learned a fair few techniques along the way. Sam will relent eventually. "Let go, Sam... What harm is there in a little pleasure in the face of all this pain?" Warren's hand strokes again - massaging and stimulating, touch barely shielded by the thin fabric between.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 03:06 PM Post #974 |
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*Sam's eyes are pressed shut so tight that he's beginning to see little explosions of colour behind his closed eyelids. This isn't happening. It can't be happening. His own stupid coma world. Not real. Not real. Not real.... "... in face of all this pain?" Pain. Gene's pain. Gene, strung up, shaking, bleeding... Sam groans - not with pleasure, but with despair. He can feel it, little sparks in his groin, reluctantly coaxed out by Warren's hand, and it's that sensation that finally causes tears to spring to his eyes again.* ... n-no. No. No, no, no... *Sam isn't even aware of the fact that he's muttering, his teeth clenched so tight that it causes his head to throb. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop....!!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 03:19 PM Post #975 |
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*There - he feels it - a twitch. Warren's eyes light up with dangerous energy. To address Sam's protests would only give them validity, so Warren ignores them, whispering instead. "Ohhhhh, there we go, Sam.... Such a good boy... See, you can follow orders...." Warren squeezes, feeling the slow change under his palm. He's winning. And doesn't that just feel orgasmic! "And now... Let's have a look at what you've got for me...." Warren creeps his hands up to Sam's waistband - snaking his fingers over the top - starting to edge the elastic slowly down.... Back in the cage, Sam's plight is thudding through Gene's heart like a bass drum. He wants it to end. Something needs to happen. Something needs to stop this...! Then something does start to happen. A familiar crawling sensation deep from inside. Something stirs, unwanted and unbidden. The moon.... The moon must have risen... His insides pulse, acidic pain washing over him. He makes a sudden sound of pain - urgent and fearful. Then a scream tears itself from him - something rips inside of him. It's the same feeling every month - but it's a sickening shock every single time.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 03:31 PM Post #976 |
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*This time, Sam is unable to suppress the sob that wrenches itself from his chest. Warren can feel it, Sam can practically sense the man's victory, and god, no, he's going further, no, no, no, NO-- That scream. Unlike anything Sam has ever heard before no. No - that's not quite true. Edwards screamed that way. But this... this is something even more primeval.......... Sam's eyes open, a tear rolling down, and he focuses on Gene.... and what he sees sets his heart racing with terror. Is... is this the transformation...?! "Imagine breaking a bone... and then take that feeling and apply it to every single bone in your body." Sam's eyes widen as the words echo through his head. Warren's head whips around at the scream - it's time already?! And he was just getting into it properly... However, there is no time to mourn the interruption. This, this - Hunt straining against his bonds afresh, with an entirely different kind of pain - this is what he's really been waiting for. He looks back at Sam, catches his wide-eyed stare, and grins his shark-grin. "Enjoy the show," he whispers, giving Sam one last parting squeeze before getting off his lap. They're close to the cage, so Warren remains stood next to Sam's chair, watching intently. Watching as the beast inside him slowly takes Hunt apart...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 03:45 PM Post #977 |
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*Through reddening vision, Gene sees a black shape move - Warren.... He's getting up.... Thank god.... If this is the last thing Gene can do for Sam, then he'll take it. If he could prevent that.... Then at least the timing was on his side. Another stab, another scream. A bone breaks, reforms. And another. The snapping and creaking of his body peppers the air like the sound of fireworks, sporadic, explosive and unpredictable. His voice is torn from him on its own, unable to hold the pain in. Suddenly, his shoulders crack. His wrist breaks, expands and swells. The rope, thick as it is can't hold against the force of nature and it splits violently, dropping Gene until he stops short, hanging by his neck and remaining wrist. Another crack, another yell and Gene's chest expands, contorting him backwards. The lead attaching the collar to the ceiling snaps under the increasing weight and Gene drops again, one wrist holding him up awkwardly as the rest of him hits the ground. The cuts on his body ripple and stretch, the wolf skin morphing over the top. Another desperate cry and Gene's whole body enlarges, popping and grinding. There's too much pain for him to think about what effect this must be having on Sam watching him. For Sam to have to witness this for the first time. The wolf is taking over - going feral before Gene has the chance to supress it. His screams turn into an animalistic howl, the transformation nearing completion.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 03:56 PM Post #978 |
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*What unfolds in front of Sam's eyes is... He can't comprehend. All colour drains from his face, his body twitching every time there's a pop, the hideous sound of bone cracking, of a grown body changing, twisting, breaking up-- Sam's mind is wiped blank as he watches. He doesn't feel the cool air on his exposed skin, nor the tears that are sliding down his face. There is one urge - the urge to press his hands against his ears, so that he doesn't have to hear Gene's screaming, how his voice goes from human to inhuman to-- But he can't, his arms are trapped in place. And he can't close his eyes. And then that howl. Sam can't breathe. Next to him, Warren is watching as well, transfixed. He's watched Edwards shapeshift, and he has seen two werewolf transformations before... but this is something else. He can see the effects Hunt's reluctance has had on the process - it looks absolutely excruciating, even more so than with Warren's other victims. It looks so much more beautiful. The first animalistic howl makes him shiver with an instinctive fear, but Warren welcomes it - this is an entirely different sort of ecstasy, and he loves it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 04:18 PM Post #979 |
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*The last rope holding Gene bursts, his enlarged arm dropping to the ground. The next scream Gene makes is cut off halfway - his neck lengthens, his face cracking. His nose and mouth burst forward, a snout in their place. His teeth lengthen, push themsleves out along his jaw. His ears stretch, new cartilage and skin forming at the edges, pushing them up above Gene's head. Claws burst from his fingertips, digging into the ground below. His legs collapse and bend, an extra joint snapping into place. Torn grey scraps of fabric fall to the floor, his trousers ripped to shreds. Then the fur begins to appear. In a line from the back of his neck, rolling like a wave down to his lengthening tailbone. The thick fur pierces from under the skin and forces its way up and out. Soon enough his heaving ribs are covered, the fur bursting its way down his legs and to the newly formed paws at the end. Slowly the noises begin to subside - the screams and howls fading into nothing but a heavy breathy huff and puff of air. The beast is complete. Standing awkwardly on all four limbs and head hung low, the golden wolf pants through the last of the effects. A long, drawn out and silent moment passes... and then it turns. The wild, angry eyes fix on Sam, then Warren. Inside, Gene is fighting for control. It's taken years for him to perfect this. Years for him to learn how to wrestle the beast down and take control of his own body again. Even though he can feel the bullet in him like a searing ball of fire, he can't let his last waking moments be from behind the eyes of this creature. But for the moment, the wolf is in control. It sees two living things in front of it. It feels a sharp, overwhelming pain in its stomach - an enormous, excruciating, throbbing pain - and it's scared. Angry. A loud whine escapes it, froth appearing at the edges of its mouth as it huffs in breaths its lungs try to reject. The creature's dying. And it knows it. Furious but uncoordinated, the beast rams headfirst into the bars of the cage with a deathly snarl, sending tremors through the whole room.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 04:44 PM Post #980 |
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*The transformation progresses further and further, and every new change sends horror through Sam - he can see new joints forming, and then, then-- Then, Gene's face breaks apart... Some kind of sound escapes Sam at the sight - pure terror and pain. This is too much. It's too much for his already reeling brain. How was he ever supposed to cope with a sight like that, on top of everything else that's happened? Madness. Utter madness. Sam is on the verge of simply passing out, his head throbbing with agony from the sounds filling the room - when the fur begins to sprout. Spread. Golden, seeming to glow strangely as it's offset against the coppery-red of the floor, illuminated by the light. Something about the sight of that keeps Sam in the present, keeps him conscious. And an eternity later, the wolf is there. It's massive. As it turns around, Sam has to crane his neck and tilt his head back in order to see its face - the massive snout, the burning, wild eyes. Green eyes. For one moment, the horror subsides slightly, and leaves something like... wonder behind. This is the beast... the wolf who saved-- The wolf rams into the bars of the cage. Sam, sat as close as he is to it, can feel the rush of air - can feel its massive breath, the impact reverberating through him. Before he knows it, a shout of fear has escape him, and he's pressing himself against the backrest of the chair, body shaking. Warren, on the other hand, is enjoying the show. The transformation is magnificent, and Hunt the wolf is... breathtaking. That fur - the golden colour, thickening into a mane around his neck... those massive, sharp teeth... And the beautiful, beautiful eyes.... Warren laughs as the wolf smashes against the bars, laughs at its stupidity and pain even as he takes a step back, steadying himself; laughs at Sam's fear. Soon it will be over. Soon, it will be dead.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 06:46 PM Post #981 |
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*The laugh from Warren grates through the wolf's mind. That voice. It hates that voice! Another dreadful stab from in its belly rips a cracked howl from its throat. Feral and fearfully confused, the wolf arches its back, shaking its fur as though to try and shake the pain off of itself - shake the bullet from inside its gut. It knows something's wrong - terribly wrong. It feels like its own stomach is dissolving - like something is beginning to rip into it, spreading pain and agony through its entire abdomen. Seething and panicked, the wolf turns to the front of the cage again with a loud growl. Its eyes are on Warren - the main threat it can sense. It smells its own blood on him.... Danger, danger.... Inside, Gene is scrabbling desperately to gain control. Trapped in the depths of his own body, he screams in frustration and pain - his body is breaking down, and he can't even make himself to stop moving - stop shifting the bullet inside, stop it from starting to press through his stomach and into his other organs....* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 06:54 PM Post #982 |
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*Oh bloody hell - the wolf is getting riled up, whether by the pain it's feeling or Warren's presence, Sam can't tell. Whatever it is, it scares him to his core. This... he dimly remembers how the wolf nudged him, licked him, tried to help in whatever way it could... but this isn't the same creature. This is something terribly dangerous... Gene can't be in there anymore. He wouldn't do this... he wouldn't move around like this... God... Tears still dripping down his face, Sam chokes out* G-Gene... *What he intends to accomplish with this, Sam doesn't even know. If Gene isn't in there anymore... then he's gone... well and truly gone... the wolf will die soon, and then... then......... Grief begins to eat at Sam's heart, even as his mind still struggles to cope with what's going on. Warren laughs even louder as the wolf moves erratically, as it focuses on him. Oh, this is fantastic! "You recognise me, don't you! Even as you go mad... you know this was my work." He almost sounds mad at this point, completely consumed by his victory. "Oh, do go on. Show me that strength of yours! It's your last chance!!"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 07:10 PM Post #983 |
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*Gene hears Sam's voice stricken with shock and grief, and he pounds away at the wall keeping him trapped from the wolf's mind. Oh god Sam, no, this isn't me! This isn't me, I'm still here...! The wolf on the other hand is beginning to wilt under the strain on its body. A long, constant whimper is forced out on every exhale, limbs trembling as it pushes itself up in defiance of Warren. It may not fully understand the words, but it understands the tone. Warren is mocking it - mocking it in its distress.... With a roar it pounces at the bars again, claws outstretched and teeth flashing. The collision it makes with the bars are accompanied by a high pitched, agonised yelp. Its back legs give up, the creature slumping at the foot of the door, front legs trying to push itself backwards away from the dangerous man in front of it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 07:21 PM Post #984 |
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*God, those whimpers... the wolf is suffering, and Warren keeps mocking it, riling it up... Sam's heart breaks even further at the sight, and he actually sobs with shock as the beast collides with the bars once more, making him flinch backwards again.* Stop!! S-stop....! *He doesn't even know who he's talking to - both Warren and the wolf need to stop this... this horrible show....! Warren completely ignores Sam. He can sense the creature's fear of him - yes, fear. This huge, magnificent wolf is scared of him... For a moment, Warren's knees threaten to go weak with the intensity of this power trip. He even steps up to the cage, intent to see if the wolf will back up even further.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 07:43 PM Post #985 |
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*Both the wolf and Gene stare as Warren steps up to the cage. He's getting closer...! The wolf may be huge, powerful, a force of nature... But this man... The air that he's giving off.... It's more animal than the wolf itself. And the pain that the wolf is feeling right now... It knows who caused it. As the dark figure approaches, the wolf's eyes light up with hate. It bares its teeth, now bloodstained, pushing itself away and towards the back wall. A warning growl reverberates from its chest, increasing in volume and intensity with every stuttering breath it takes. Gene, trapped inside, can't help the same reaction. The pain rips through him, his stomach, his legs, his lungs... It's becoming harder and harder to hang onto the wolf - to stop it from pushing him out entirely. Every painful movement it makes is a stamp on his fingers, clinging to the edge of the cliff. The beast doesn't seem to understand that it needs to keep still! * |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 07:51 PM Post #986 |
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*Sam watches with horror as Warren's advance causes the wolf to back up to the far wall. Jesus Christ, it's actually scared of the man. And seeing him stood next to Sam... the manic grin on his face, the way his fists clench with barely concealed power... Sam feels for the beast. It kills him, seeing this - seeing how its hind legs have all but collapsed, and remembering the strong limbs that had carried him to safety a month ago... And with every second that passes, the wolf comes closer to dying... there's blood on its fangs now... God, he tried so hard, but in the end, he was able to do nothing at all to save Gene from this fate... he tried, he tried, but it wasn't enough...! Another sob is forced from Sam's chest. He can't handle this... "Oh, you are scared," Warren hisses, before laughing again. "Fantastic. The great werewolf of Manchester, cowering before me. I'll have you know that watching you perish is the single most pleasurable thing I have experienced in my life." His grin widens. "I would do it all over again if I could."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 08:08 PM Post #987 |
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*Gene's torn between concentrating on Warren's gloating, sickening mocking voice and Sam's broken sob. There's too much pain, both physical and emotional. Sam's sobbing - crying because of him.... It's unbearable... And Warren's gloating. It hits him like a fist, sending him further down that black hole. He can barely even see the wolf any more, it's so far from his grasp. This is it.... This is the death he knew would come. His entire life, everything he's been through... This is how his story ends... It's in motion, right before his eyes. And he can't prevent it - the thought that in a few mere minutes he'll cease to exist absolutely [i[]terrifies[/i] him. The wolf stares at Warren with wide angry eyes. Whatever the man's saying it doesn't matter - it can hear from the tone, the rhythm, the pattern - Warren is a predator, and the wolf itself is the prey. Another sharp ripple of agony rips through it, a choked yelp escaping it. This time it's the front legs that go, the creature collapsing in a shaking heap on the ground. It coughs and whines, drool and blood dripping from its fangs. There's no strength left in it. Pain racks its body, robbing it of any power to harm. If Warren were to enter the cage now, it might not even be able to lift itself to attack. From deep in the darkness, Gene lets out an agonised shout. This is it, isn't it... The wolf can't even defend itself. This is the moment... This is the opportunity Warren was waiting for. He's a shaking, limp pile of fur ready to be stripped and finished off. Consumed with agony and utter desolation, Gene shouts at nothing, trying to prepare himself for the worst.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 08:14 PM Post #988 |
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*Oh god... oh god.... The wolf has collapsed, it's coughing up blood..... No, no, no no no no no....... It's dying.... Gene is dying...... Sam whispers his name, his voice breaking... He wanted to prevent this... He promised, he promised.......!! The moment has come, it's clear as day. The wolf has no strength left in its massive body. Warren's heart starts beating faster. This is the moment he has been preparing for. He looks down at Sam, and what he sees there sends another shivering wave of pleasure through him. It's exactly what he had imagined, had been fantasizing about. With a mock-friendly pat on Sam's shoulder, Warren turns around and walks away from the cage - over to the table. Time to get all the tools together.... The largest knife first. A big and magnificent animal like this requires a large blade....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 08:32 PM Post #989 |
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*The creature lays there, its breaths coming in snorts and huffs as it sucks air in desperately. It can feel the vibrations through the floor as Warren turns and marches away. The wolf doesn't understand what he's gone to pick up - but Gene does. Quaking with fear, Gene gives up. Maybe if he just... lets go.... maybe he won't feel it as Warren slices into his chest... Maybe he won't feel the skin rip from his muscle, the knife hacking away.... Maybe if he just.... drifts away.... As Warren picks up the largest blade and measures the weight in his hand, he might not notice the door on the other wall slowly drifting open. He also probably won't notice Joni, slipping her head in the gap and staring wide-eyed at the scene in front of her. A huge beast, just like she'd heard about. But it's not grand and impressive like she'd expected. It's cowering, collapsed and whimpering. Sam's there too, clothes in disarray, blood on his face and an expression that makes her insides chill. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 08:40 PM Post #990 |
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*It's only because the door is very nearly in his direct line of view that Sam notices it swinging open. He's barely able to tear his gaze away from the wolf, but something inside tells him, urges him to look - and what he sees makes his stomach flip. Joni. Joni. It takes every little ounce of self-control Sam has left not to lurch in his seat, not to call out to her. His mind is racing. This is... if she's come to help, then....!! Sam's wild gaze settles on Warren - he hasn't noticed her yet - then goes back to Joni. He can't move too much or Warren will notice her, but God, he hopes she understands, that Warren is there, that she can sneak in, overpower him... Sam isn't even thinking about all the knives at Warren's disposal, and he can't see whether Joni brought any sort of weapon; all he knows is that she needs to do something....!! Warren is still admiring the blade, checking whether he sharpened it enough - the wolf's skin is bound to be thick and sturdy, the blade will need to be in perfect condition so as not to harm the coat...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 09:04 PM Post #991 |
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*Joni catches Sam's eye, and the emotion she sees there is overpowering. The man has tear tracks down his cheeks... She knows Hunt was his friend, but... Sam isn't like Hunt or any of the others. She wouldn't wish this kind of pain on anyone. Her gaze darts over to Warren, back turned and a terrifyingly large knife in his hand. The blade almost makes her turn and leave - she wants to get rid of Warren as much as the next person, but she's not exactly wanting to end up with that knife in her belly. Though when she thinks about it seriously... If this is what happened to Hunt in the end... She's lost friends to Warren. Everyone around him ends up dead eventually. If she doesn't do anything, it'll be her too. She's doing this for her and Sam. Not for Hunt. Her fingers clench around the crowbar she'd carried down with her. Okay. She can do this. Carefully and slowly, she begins to creep towards Warren. If she can get close enough before he turns around, maybe this'll be over. They'll all be free...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 09:12 PM Post #992 |
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*If Sam had telepathic powers, he'd been shouting at Joni by now. She's still hesitating - God, please, don't leave, please--!! But there. She starts moving into the room... holding a crowbar. Sam's heart beating so hard that it feels like it's going to break right through his rib cage, he watches her advance. Warren is so caught in his triumph that he has no eye for anything but the knife in his hand. Then, he turns, and Sam's heart stops beating - but he turns the other way, still facing away from Joni, fixing Sam in his cruel gaze. Sam stares back, eyes so wide that there's white all around his iris, his pupils blown up with fear. And Warren interprets this gaze the wrong way. He laughs, walking over towards Sam, still not having noticed Joni behind him. "Oh, don't you worry my boy, this particular tool isn't for you... It's for your furry friend over there. Sam swallows hard, trying to think of something to say, to keep Warren's attention on him, but he can't - it's taking all his brainpower to stop his eyes from flitting back to Joni.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 09:19 PM Post #993 |
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*Joni stops and holds her breath as Warren turns, enormous sawing knife in hand. He's going to see her, he's going to-- But no - he speaks, begins walking again. She's okay, she's okay.... Gripping the metal harder she creeps forward - a few more steps and she'll have it... She'll be close enough. Scared stiff, she takes another step and raises the crowbar, wide eyes fixed on the back of Warren's head.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 09:27 PM Post #994 |
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Gladys
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*Oh God, this is too slow, he can't keep Warren occupied for much longer--!! Sam forces himself to let his eyes flit down to the blade and back at Warren's face - not the crowbar, not the crowbar, not the crowbar - and opens his mouth to say something, but still there are no words, nothing he can say, oh god--- But it seems that this speechless terror is exactly what Warren wants. One glance at the wolf, and he concentrates on Sam again, leaning down. "I could, of course, give you a little taster of it once I'm done... I hear that wolf blood has life-extending powers..." Sam's mouth snaps shut again and he actually gags, momentarily distracted from Joni's advance by the absolutely stomach-churning image Warren has just conjured up. The thought of being forced to actually drink Gene's blood--!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 09:40 PM Post #995 |
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*Warren leans down and Joni takes her chance. With a clear target, she takes a deep breath, sidesteps and slams the crowbar down with all her might, channeling all those years of captivity and lost friends into one whistling arc. The metal hits home, dropping Warren like a stone. He emits a short sharp grunt as he hits the ground, then nothing. He's still. Joni stares at what she's done, in shock. She did it. She hit him. Is he dead?? If he's not dead, then... Oh god, did she do the right thing!? Eyes fixed on the man on the ground, she doesn't even look at Sam or the wolf. She hit him...!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 09:44 PM Post #996 |
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Gladys
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*Warren doesn't even get a chance to turn around at the whistling sound. Sam jerks back at the impact, watches with wide eyes as the man in front of him drops. Oh God. She... she did it. It takes Sam a few seconds to find his voice. When he does, it's shaking with relief, with exhaustion, with sheer emotion.* ... Joni... J-Joni, you need to untie m-me. Use, use the - *he has to swallow, recalling the memories* Th-there's a smaller knife on the table. And - and the cuff keys, they're s-somewhere over, over there - *he indicates the direction with his head. As he does, he realises that his entire body is shaking... God, it can't give up on him now....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 10:03 PM Post #997 |
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*Joni doesn't react at first, her face gone pale as the implications start to hit her. Warren still has men loyal to him - if they find out what she did-- But then Sam's shaky and exhausted voice reaches her. Untie him... Right... Still in shock and pale as a ghost, Joni drops the crowbar with a clatter. Keys... Keys... "Wh-where!? I can't see 'em!" She scrabbles on the floor, brushing dirt from the corner - but then she sees them, glinting just to the left. With trembling fingers she grabs them, rushing over to the table to clumsily grab at a smaller knife. Then she's behind Sam on her knees, sawing away at the ropes. But her arms aren't that strong and her hands are shaky - it takes a good minute of work until the ropes drop to the ground. "Okay... Okay..." The keys jangle and shake as she tries to find the right one - one small enough for the lock. "Sam, I don't know which one!!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 10:09 PM Post #998 |
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Gladys
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*He can feel it - the ropes letting up, finally relieving the pressure around his chest and abdomen... Sam nearly sobs with relief. They can do this... they can turn this around... oh he could kiss Joni right now....!! But she's panicking... Sam takes a few steadying breaths - it's such an effort to keep his voice strong...* Joni, don't - don't panic. It's the smallest one, looks like a, a pin. *Though he's one to talk, with his voice trembling as it is...! Sam's gaze rests on Warren for a moment, lying at his feet - but Joni hit him so hard, it doesn't seem likely that he'll wake up any time soon... Sam can even see a trickle of blood, from somewhere at the back of Warren's head... Inevitably, Sam's attention shifts back to the wolf... God, please, let him be alive still.......!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 20 2016, 10:16 PM Post #999 |
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*The small one... the small one... Shaking, she finally manages to locate it. "Got it!" Angling herself up, she pushes at Sam's back, trying to get him to lean forward. Okay, the hole... where's.... It takes a coupleof tries to gain the accuracy, but then the key is in - turning - and one cuff clicks open. Joni lets out a short huff of triumphant, adrenaline soaked laughter.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 20 2016, 10:24 PM Post #1000 |
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*That click might just about be the most beautiful sound Sam has ever heard in his life. He gives a shaky sigh of relief, pulling his arms forward - hissing as they tingle, blood rushing through his limbs - and flexing his fingers. But it's not over yet... Sam pushes himself up - and nearly collapses again, his bad leg refusing to take much of his weight. He bites back a groan, then turns turns to Joni, taking the keys from her. Unlocking the other cuff takes no time at all, and then- Then, finally, Sam goes down on his knees next to Warren's unconscious form. With hands that aren't quite steady, but moving as efficiently as they possibly could given the situation, he pulls back Warren's arms... Fastens one cuff around his wrist... And then the other. Warren is contained. Finally. But Sam can't allow himself to pause. Not yet. He looks up and at Joni.* You have to get him out of this room. *His voice is cracking up again, betraying the urgency of the situation - every second that passes brings the Wolf closer to its death, but before Sam can do anything, he needs Warren out of its line of sight...!* |
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