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| Topic Started: Jul 8 2017, 05:53 PM (5,794 Views) | |
| Sam Tyler | Jul 8 2017, 05:53 PM Post #1 |
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*Frank Morgan. Sam got used to life in 1973. Not exactly complacent - he still longs to go home - but... he stopped fighting quite so hard. He made more of an effort to get along with everyone. Until Frank Morgan came along, and toppled all of that. Now, Sam feels torn. He wants to go home. He wants to. But... there are things keeping him here as well. Chris has become an avid student, and Sam enjoys playing the role of mentor. Leaving Annie, after everything she's done for him, feels like betrayal. And Gene... Well... Sam stops walking, looking up at the sky for a moment. It's heavily cloudy, promising rain. Better hurry up... Pulling his jacket's collar up a bit higher, Sam continues on, his cuban heels clacking on the cobblestones. He can't say that he and Gene are dating. For one because Gene would punch him, and for another because even Sam wouldn't use that term. A quick fumble in an alleyway, Gene getting him off in the Cortina in the dead of the night... That one time they dragged each other into Lost & Found and practically had a fight over who was to give the first blowjob... That's not dating. Sam doesn't know what it is, but it isn't dating. And yet, it isn't just impersonal sex either. Because Sam cares. He cares about what happens to Gene. He gets worried when he notices Gene starting his day off with whiskey for breakfast. When his cough sounds horribly chesty. When he's staring off into space, thinking no one is watching him. Stepping through the gate to the cemetery, Sam shakes his head. He's tried to puzzle this out many times over the last few weeks, and it's never lead him anywhere. Asking Gene out "officially" is out of the question, surely. And it's not like Sam wants to get involved properly anyway - if he's going to go home... And there he is again, at the beginning of that thought cycle. Sam stops, looks around until he spots the familiar figure, stood in the distance beneath a tree, looking at one of the graves. Morgan asked Sam to meet him there. Sam ignores a creeping feel of dread at the sight, takes a breath and makes his way over to the man. Whatever he wants to talk about, hopefully they'll be done before it starts raining... Sam didn't bring an umbrella. Once he's close enough, Sam calls out.* Frank? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 21 2017, 09:45 PM Post #1101 |
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*Gene's voice cuts through the panic, as does his warm palm on Sam's cheek. Sam's chest hitches as he mentally latches onto that new sensation that's penetrating the whirlwind in his mind - Gene's worry, his determination. It's not enough yet to really pull Sam out of his panic attack, but it draws some of his attention, his eyes focusing on Gene's with some difficulty. Every time Sam blinks, he sees a different image - Gene, dead; Gene, his expression one of concern; Morgan, eyes cold; Gene again, bloodless; Gene, his gaze boring into Sam. God, if he died... Gene can't die... It'd kill Sam...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 21 2017, 11:27 PM Post #1102 |
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*Sam's thoughts invade Gene's mind, and for one moment it's absolutely clear. The thing that's scaring Sam the most - Gene dying. That knowledge guts him. His face pales and his grip on Sam's face tightens, both hands on his cheeks now. Sam needs to snap out of this... If he spirals... What if the vampire takes over? He hasn't seen Sam like this, not since he learned how to control it. It can't be the thought of Gene dying that undoes all this work. All this effort--! Gene grits his teeth, the image of his own dead form burning into his mind.* Tyler! Look at me! Look!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 21 2017, 11:36 PM Post #1103 |
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*Sam flinches, Gene's voice suddenly much louder. For a moment, he can't tell where his own thoughts end and Gene's begin - his partner's overwhelming desire to help, to pull Sam out of this, it overpowers everything else for a second. And that second is enough for Sam to be able to focus enough to really see Gene. The storm in his brain recedes slightly, leaving him open and vulnerable... And waiting, desperately waiting to hear Gene's voice again. The hands on his cheeks help as well, warming Sam from within, chipping away at the icy cold that's taken hold of him again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 22 2017, 01:22 AM Post #1104 |
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*It's working... Okay... He just needs to keep Sam's focus... Gene takes one of Sam's hands and presses it against his beating heart - this is something Sam seems to do when he needs reminding... So hopefully it works...!* There. Feel it? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 22 2017, 11:23 AM Post #1105 |
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*Sam is in the verge of slipping back down the spiral when Gene takes his hand and places it on his chest.... Right on top of his heart. It beats through Sam like a bass drum. He shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as it washes over him, the thrum of life. Gene's life. Sam's hand flattens out on Gene's chest, presses against it in earnest. And every steady beat pushes back the storm of anxiety a little bit more, and helps to ground Sam in the present. A present where Gene is alive, and they're together, and they're safe. After a few minutes, Sam finally and belatedly nods in response to Gene's question. Then, eyes still closed, he whispers brokenly* I-I can't lose you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 22 2017, 06:00 PM Post #1106 |
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*Gene swallows, the words cutting through him like a knife. Sam can't lose him. Except he can. They haven't discussed it, but they're both aware that along with the fact that Gene is infinitely more vulnerable than Sam now, Sam won't age whereas Gene will. Gene hasn't wanted to bring that up. But luckily that isn't what Sam's thinking about right now. The issue is Morgan. That he could target Gene to get to Sam. Or vise-versa. The link they share makes them strong, but also weak. Gene tightens his grip on Sam's hand, making sure Sam can really feel the beat of his heart still going strong. They can get through this. Gene won't end up like that bloke they just disposed of.* Listen. That poor bastard won't be me. 'Cos I've got you. And we've beaten everything thrown at us so far, right? They may be vampires... But I'm the Gene Genie. And you're DI Sissypants Tyler. The dream team. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 22 2017, 06:18 PM Post #1107 |
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*When Sam opens his eyes again to search Gene's expression, they're brimming with tears. He's so vulnerable now that he doesn't miss that thought going through Gene's mind - the issue of age. But it pales in comparison to what they're facing right now: A vengeful vampire with his own army of underlings, targeting the two of them. It's an incredible imbalance of power, which the sight of that dock worker has driven home. And the message etched into his chest made it clear that from now on, they're in constant danger. But Gene... he's trying so hard to cheer Sam up, to fill him with confidence. He's convinced that they can overcome this, that they'll be alright... That Sam's going to protect him, if bad comes to worse. This much trust... Finally, Sam nods mutely. Gene's influence on their bond has managed to at least pull him out of the horrible spiral of panic... Sam feels a bit less helpless now. They've made it home, and right now, they're safe... snatching them out of Gene's home would be far to showy, especially for a species that's doing its best to keep to the shadows... Heaving himself away from the wall, Sam crosses what little distance was left between them and winds his arms around Gene in a hug. Just the hand isn't enough... Sam needs to feel Gene's heart beat thrumming through his entire body. He tucks his face against the crook of Gene's neck and inhales, taking in Gene's scent... He's here, and he's alive. Again, Sam whispers* ... I won't let them hurt you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 23 2017, 12:51 AM Post #1108 |
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*Gene wraps his arms around Sam as he moves against him, tucking his face against Gene's neck. And this time, Gene doesn't even think about Sam's fangs, not once. He just holds his partner, relieved that whatever he's doing seems to be helping. He rubs Sam's back and whispers back, strong and sure.* And I won't let 'em hurt you an' all. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 23 2017, 10:17 AM Post #1109 |
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*Sam lets Gene's words and the sentiment behind them wash over him like a gentle wave of warm light. They both know that when it comes down to it, it'll probably be up to Sam to protect Gene... But knowing that Gene is just as ready to fight for Sam and that he's so sure it'll be alright means a lot. Sam hugs him close, letting those feelings of love seep into him. They push back the fear, until it's just a distant simmering pool of anxiety - not completely gone, but nowhere near as overwhelming as it was a few minutes prior. However, he still doesn't want to let go. After that shock earlier, Sam can't get enough of Gene's warmth, his proximity. It's too fragile to let go of so soon...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 23 2017, 11:07 PM Post #1110 |
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*It's clear that Sam isn't going to let go any time soon... And if he's honest, with Sam in this state and with the images he's just seen through the link, Gene doesn't want him to. But they can't stand here by the front door all night... Gene keeps rubbing Sam's back, speaking softly into his ear.* C'mon. Let's warm up some blood for you and get me a cuppa. Somethin' warm before we turn in. What's your fancy? B positive? Negative? Or shall we crack out the elusive O range? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 23 2017, 11:15 PM Post #1111 |
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*Sam's lips twitch into a small smile and he nods against Gene's shoulder - he's definitely going to need some blood, after all of this... But he really doesn't want to pull away from Gene. However, he knows he has to. Sam can sense that Gene wants to stay close as well... Which makes it a little bit easier, actually, to pull away just a bit. Sam's gaze is downcast for a moment, locked on Gene's chest; when he looks up, his eyes are brown, as usual. Sam keeps his hands on Gene's body though, loosely placing them on his arms. He needs that physical connection right now... It's the only thing convincing him that he isn't dreaming, that Gene is alive and well. Sam responds belatedly, his voice subdued with emotional exhaustion* Anything'll do. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 24 2017, 12:43 AM Post #1112 |
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*that hint of a smile... Gene'll take that as a triumph, even if he can still feel a certain amount of disturbance in Sams energy. His partner is shaken, and it's going to take more than a mug of warm blood to settle him. But at least it's a start. Gene leads him through to the kitchen and removes a bag of blood from the fridge, popping the contents into Sam's designated saucepan and setting on the stove for a moment while putting the kettle on for himself. It's late at night now, but they definitely need something to take the chill out of them both. After a calming drink (and a swig of alcohol on Gene's part), they finally get into bed. Gene drops off fairly quickly despite the unsettling feeling exchanged between them both. He's slept extremely well ever since the bond struck up - not even the whole burial incident managed to disrupt his sleep too much, which was a surprise. But tonight feels different. Sam feels different. And with the link they share now, Sam's anxieties are Gene's anxieties. With Sam on his mind, Gene drifts off with a little more difficulty than usual.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 24 2017, 10:06 AM Post #1113 |
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*The normality of the next half hour - the two of them sitting in the kitchen, their respective warm drinks in hand, in comfortable silence - it's much needed. What happened earlier is starting to feel like a bad dream... And yet, Sam can't settle down completely. He's still alert, listening for even the smallest noise, even as his hand is enclosed in Gene's. Sam doesn't close his eyes that night. Gene lying next to him, warm and breathing, is calming and much needed; concentrating on those quiet sounds helps Sam to keep his anxiety at bay. However, it's a long shot from the relaxed and cosy nights they've had ever since the bond was established. Usually, Sam lets himself fall into his trance quickly, his own comfort helping Gene to fall asleep in turn. But not tonight. Sam can't forget what he saw. He can't forget that every time he encountered Morgan, he lost. It was different right after he dug up Gene, but all the other times... Morgan had the upper hand, and Sam didn't stand a chance. Eyes half-open, pressed against Gene, Sam sinks into a light trance-like state, the steady beat of Gene's heart coaxing him into at least that little bit of rest. But even the smallest disturbance would be enough to wake Sam up again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 26 2017, 10:47 PM Post #1114 |
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*Once asleep, it doesn't take long for Gene's mind to start forming shapes and sounds. Without Sam's efforts to stop his experience coming back to haunt him, the culmination of weeks of repressed memories crawling out from the back of his mind. The signs are subtle at first - a slight speeding up of his breathing, a little more pace in his heartbeat... But it's when the shock of being forced underground, heaps of soil being thrown onto his grave - that's when Gene starts to really panic. He can feel it again - the absolute terror - knowing he's going to have to walk into his own grave, lie down and die slowly, suffocating under the earth... He feels every collision of the knuckleduster over his face, feels the stabbing of his broken rib as he staggers helplessly into the forest. Then the slam of the lid, the deafening hammering sealing him inside. The thumping of loose soil burying him, a living corpse. Then the silence. The thick cloying air, his body confined into that tiny space, the oxygen slowly burning up... Images flash up like film slides, Sam with no idea where he is - nobody knows. Johns getting away with it, laughing with his crew as Gene gasps for air in his prison. Then later, Sam thinking Gene had just abandoned him. Losing it out of anger. Biting, killing.... Losing himself. Morgan taking him over - undoing all their work. The station - his team, falling victim one by one... Lungs struggling for air, Gene's vision washes red - his blood, Sam's blood, the blood of everyone he's failed by letting this happen--!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 26 2017, 11:13 PM Post #1115 |
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*At first, in his trance, Sam can't tell apart his and Gene's anxiety. It's only when Gene really enters a state of absolute panic that it hits him like a punch to the face - the images, slamming into his mind like Johns' knuckledusters. Gene, being pushed into the coffin-- Gene, lying under the earth, struggling to breathe, panicking, dying-- Sam, despairing, losing it, killing-- Sam shoots up with a shout, then sucking in a raspy breath. Shit, he can't-- he can't breathe--?! No, wait, it's not him who's having trouble-- Sam's eyes are sharp enough to see in the dark, and so when his gaze falls on Gene, he sees it clear as day: Gene is lying there, struggling to breathe. Fear and horror are radiating off him in powerful waves, strong enough to make Sam feel like he's suffocating. And that sight-- Gene's face, contorted with pain and despair...! That alone would be enough to dig cold claws into Sam's chest - it's... It's unbearable...! It takes him a moment, but finally Sam snaps to it. He grasps Gene's face with both his hands. He needs to get his partner out of this... This nightmare...!* Gene!! Gene, wake up-- it's not real, you're okay, you're safe!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 26 2017, 11:22 PM Post #1116 |
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*Gene feels the wood under and above him creaking - with the weight of the soil? Is it going to break? Is the lid going to break and send wooden splinters down into him along with the crushing weight of the earth above? ... Or is it something softer underneath him, shifting as something moves? A voice seems to be shouting, muffled and scared. His own voice? Sam's voice as he realises Gene isn't coming back and he'll have to do this on his own? The voices of Sam and Morgans future targets? .... Or Sam calling for him, trying to find him? He can feel something on his cheeks... But it must just be the rivulets of blood from his face... Or tears even... Usually Sam's intervention would be enough... But this isn't just one nightmare. It's every nightmare Gene should have had after that day replaying and replaying with rising intensity. Layers upon layers of horror, burying Gene just like the dirt.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 26 2017, 11:31 PM Post #1117 |
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*Nothing. It's not working. If anything, it's getting even worse, their bond throwing Sam headfirst into the storm that's happening in Gene's subconscious. It leaves him gasping and shaking, the walls closing in, turning into soil, rushing at them both, threatening to bury them-- NO. Sam grits his teeth, forces himself to remember-- they're in Gene's bedroom, in their bed, they're both alive, they're both safe. Safe. It's all Sam can do; concentrate on that word, and the feelings he associates with it - the warmth Gene gives him, the life, what it feels like when he lets Sam curl up next to him on the sofa... He takes those feelings and holds them against the horror and panic rushing at him, trying desperately to somehow get through to Gene through the bond...!! Fighting against the way Gene's frantic heartbeat is battering against his mind, Sam keeps his hold on his face, leaning in close.* C'mon Gene-- it's not real, you just have to wake up...! I'm here, Gene, I'm here-- I saved you, just like you saved me, and we're okay....!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 26 2017, 11:41 PM Post #1118 |
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*As the scene repeats at a hundred miles an hour, Gene senses something. The knuckleduster smashes into his face, his vision blacking out - and when he blinks he's back underground, the dull sound of a spade packing down the soil, so far away - but under that he can hear a voice. A voice that seems to be getting closer. Sam... He falls, lands heavily with a wheeze inside the box. The lid comes down, loud like a gunshot. He can feel hands on his cheeks... The air's run out. He gasps but nothing happens. His bound hands strain just as his lungs do - the thick darkness is drowning him... "Gene, I'm here - I saved you..." The voice fades in and out, like a radio trying to find the right station... Suddenly a new image slots in front of his eyes - him and Sam curled up on the sofa... The two of them in bed... What.... In the pitch black, with a voice Gene doesn't have, he wheezes.* S-Sam...?! |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 26 2017, 11:49 PM Post #1119 |
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*!! Sam is getting through to him. Finally...!! His jaw set tightly, Sam forces himself to concentrate so intensely that his eyes are beginning to water. He's broken through, now all he needs to do is pull Gene out... Just like he did back then, breaking through the wooden lid...!* That's right, Gene, I'm 'ere-- You're alive, you're okay. I got you out of there. Just-- wake up, and you'll see for yourself...! *As he speaks, Sam doubles his efforts, strengthening the images through their bond to fight back that horrible, suffocating darkness-- The comfort of their first night together, after Sam patched up Gene... The evenings they spent together... Sam's intense appreciation after Gene saved his life, that first night they went out hunting together... And the afterglow of the first time they had sex after the bond hand been establishes. It's that particular memory Sam strengthens with all he has, recalling the afterglow, the way they'd both been overwhelmed with what they'd just experienced...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 26 2017, 11:56 PM Post #1120 |
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*Gene gasps in another failing breath - but as he does, he gets another flash - throwing that stake, the vampire collapsing, saving Sam from further harm... The gratitude and love in Sams eyes after that... Sam plowing into him over and over, the excitement and bliss that followed... And that afterglow. That feeling of the bond being at its strongest. Floating on air, the two of them exhausted and satisfied... The next breath Gene takes is easier. Hands crash through the wood, raining soil and dirt down onto him. The hands grab at his face, Sam's voice cuts through-- -- And Gene shoots up, face pale and heart just about to burst through his chest. He gasps, ragged and confused, sat up in his bed with nothing but a duvet and the surrounding darkness constricting him.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 27 2017, 12:03 AM Post #1121 |
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*Sam sees the same images as Gene-- his own hands, breaking through the wood-- And from one moment to the next, Gene is back with him. Sam jerks back in time to not be headbutted, but his hands remain where they are, grasping Gene's cheeks. Gene's heart is beating just as hard as before, but his breathing is easier, and most importantly, he's in the present now... Thank God...!! Sam's breathing matching Gene's, he leans in again, letting their foreheads touch. Gene's forehead feels both hot and cool with sweat... Sam closes his eyes, a few tears dripping down - tears of mental exhaustion. His voices isn't much more than a whisper now* Shhh, that's it, that's it... You're alright, I've got you... I've got you, Gene, you're okay...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 27 2017, 12:21 AM Post #1122 |
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*Gene breathes hard and fast, disoriented and confused. One moment he was underground and now... ... It was a dream...? The bed feels soft underneath him, Sam's hands rest against his skin, their foreheads touching... Still reeling, Gene can barely believe this isn't another trick his mind is playing on him. But the emotion he feels coming through from Sam is too real. The slight glimmer of tears dripping from Sam's cheek, the detail... It must be real... Shakily, Gene raises his hands and clings onto Sam's back, holding Sam to him as though doing so will stop the ground from opening beneath him and sucking him back down into that hellhole.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 27 2017, 09:48 AM Post #1123 |
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*When Sam feels Gene move he does the same, his hands leaving Gene's cheeks as he wraps his arms around him and pulls his partner in close. Sam can't give him physical warmth, but the sheer relief of having Gene back feels like a warm glow, strong enough to hopefully make the ice cold residues of fear melt within them both. Sam's hands stroke up and down Gene's back, his hold as strong and reassuring as he can make it. The way Gene's heart is racing is unsettling, and Sam is so tuned into Gene that his breathing is just as fast, matching his partner's. But through the quiet gasps, Sam whispers, just like he did back then* I've got you. I've got you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 27 2017, 10:47 PM Post #1124 |
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*Sam's words are reminiscent of that rescue all those days ago - Sam holding him, assuring Gene that he's there, that he's not alone... But the fear is still there. Sam's pushed the immediate nightmare back, but too much of it has bled through into Gene's heart. He's suddenly extremely aware of what he went through. Aware of how far be was buried, of how he's apparently stopped breathing when Sam had found him. It feels as though soil is coating his skin, in his mouth, in his eyes, as though he'd had to claw his way out of his grave by himself. Suddenly Gene feels sick. Sam'll feel it too, probably. And with nausea and fear rolling together in his stomach, Gene doesn't trust his mouth to form words lest it cause something else to happen.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 27 2017, 10:53 PM Post #1125 |
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*It's only because Sam knows he can't feel nausea anymore that he immediately notices Gene's discomfort. God, he's properly rattled... How didn't Sam realise how deep this trauma ran...?! Not even bothering to ask Gene whether he's alright, Sam disentangles himself far enough to be able to get up. He keeps his hands on Gene, tries to help him up as quickly and smoothly as he can. If it's the bathroom he needs, Sam is going to get him there in time. Pushing back his own anxieties and fears, Sam concentrates on just keeping Gene calm, reminding him of where and when he is. Those horrible memories, the sensations - they're in the past. Sam isn't going to try and suppress them anymore, but he'll do everything he can to keep Gene in the present.* C'mon, easy does it... *The muttered words of encouragement are only there to strengthen what Sam is trying to communicate through the bond already.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 27 2017, 11:10 PM Post #1126 |
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*Shakily, Gene follows Sam out of bed and holds onto him as he heads towards the bathroom. Outside the door there's more light - more reassurance that he really is in the present, above ground and safe. But still, the memories are there, pushing violently in an attempt to take him over once again. To send him spiralling down back into that hole. As he nears the bathroom, the need becomes more urgent. His stomach rolls, his grip on Sam tightens... And he ends up bursting through the door and dropping to his knees in front of the toilet, the inevitable happening immediately. As he's sick, Gene clenches his eyes shut and concentrates on forcing the images back. The horror of the whole ordeal. And now, mingling with the images of his own body in the box, he sees the corpse from earlier. This whole mess, the whole gory thing... The vampires, Johns, Stu, Sam, all the bodies, so many of them... With a shudder, Gene groans and lets himself drop his arms over the toilet seat, his forehead resting there as he breathes and swallows convulsively to get his stomach under control.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 27 2017, 11:23 PM Post #1127 |
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*There's only so much Sam can do, apparently... Gene breaks away from him and crosses the last few feet by himself; by the time Sam manages to places his hands back on Gene's shoulders, his partner is already heaving and convulsing. It's all Sam can do not to succumb to that gag reflex as well... The images in Gene's mind are still strong, still threatening to take over - he sees the body from earlier again, Johns' grinning face, his own bloodless body... .... Stu... Blinking back tears and trying not to shudder, Sam holds Gene's forehead, stroking back his hair and then down his back to soothe him through his ordeal. Sam won't rush him... Even as Gene slumps somewhat, Sam merely makes sure to be as close to his partner as he can, letting him feel his presence. It's not particular images he's imposing onto both their minds; he concentrates on giving Gene the reassurance that right here, right now, they're okay... And Sam's got his back.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 28 2017, 12:10 AM Post #1128 |
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*Gene stays like that for a minute, breathing and feeling Sam behind him, concentrating on the touch to his forehead... And slowly, gradually, the nausea fades. Through the link he can feel Sam telling him it's okay, that he's there - and while a part of him feels deeply ashamed to be seen like this, another part feels intensely grateful that Sam's there. Face pale with shock despite the creeping embarrassment, Gene leans back until he's pressed against Sam. He needs to explain this. Sam will have sensed everything, but still Gene feels the need to explain. Be takes a careful breath and then whispers in a croak.* Sorry.... Jus'... Wasn't expectin' that... |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 28 2017, 09:45 AM Post #1129 |
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*While Gene catches his breath, Sam reaches up as gently as he can to flush the toilet. Then, when he feels Gene settling back, he wraps both his arms around his partner's front and holds him close, Sam's nose nuzzled into his hair. He shushes Gene quietly* Shhhh... S'alright. *The nausea seems to have gone, but Gene is still clearly in a turmoil... Sam is going to give him all the time he needs to calm down and gather himself. And Gene has nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing. His hands stroking across Gene's chest and stomach, Sam concentrates on giving Gene the reassurance he needs.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 28 2017, 11:27 PM Post #1130 |
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*Gene takes that moment to drink in the comfort Sam provides, waiting for his heart to calm down and for his breathing to even out. It takes a while, but finally Gene takes a proper deep breath. Shaken, he swallows and rubs the back of his hand over his mouth. He doesn't think he's ever vomited over a bloody nightmare before... Jesus, what came over him? He couldn't stop it, it just... happened. Then again, he had thought it odd that he hadn't dreamed about that day at all since it happened... With a hint of grim amusement, Gene sighs.* 'Bout time that caught up, I s'pose. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 28 2017, 11:33 PM Post #1131 |
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*Gene is calming down... Good. That's good. Though Sam can tell what's going through his head... This whole experience rattled him. And Sam was so caught up on his own fears that he didn't realise what kind of effect it would have on Gene... That it would make all that repressed trauma flood back in. Sam can't stop the guilt welling up within him at the thought. Pulling Gene that little bit closer, Sam murmurs with a slightly rough voice* ... I'm sorry. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 29 2017, 10:44 PM Post #1132 |
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*Gene would shake his head, but he can't summon the energy.* S'not your fault, is it. S'not like you picked up a shovel. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 29 2017, 10:58 PM Post #1133 |
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*Sam pulls Gene in that little bit closer in response, squeezing gently. It's true, he didn't directly cause this trauma... But he knows that it resurfaced because he got too caught up in his own fears. If he hadn't retreated into himself... But he needs to concentrate on Gene now, and on the fact that they're still sat on the ground in the bathroom. Sam presses a soft kiss to the back of Gene's neck before quietly saying* Wanna rinse out your mouth a bit...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 29 2017, 11:04 PM Post #1134 |
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*Gene can tell from the way Sam squeezes gently that he's feeling guilty about something... God knows what, Sam's done nothing but be good about this whole thing. It's embarrassing how well he seemed to be coping and then how suddenly he just fell apart in front of him. In an attempt to regain some dignity, Gene nods gently and starts to push himself up.* Yeah, it tastes like I swigged a bottle of cat piss. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 29 2017, 11:08 PM Post #1135 |
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*Before Gene begins to move, Sam feels it clear as day - Gene's embarrassment. It's a good thing he seems to be regaining some composure, but as Sam pushes himself up as well, aiding Gene on the way, he knows he has to say something... Otherwise Gene won't understand. So, not giving Gene a chance to turn away, Sam gently pulls him around and places a hand on his cheek, letting their foreheads touch together again. Then, just as quietly as before, but very firmly, Sam says* You've nothing to be embarrassed about. Alright? |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 29 2017, 11:15 PM Post #1136 |
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*Logically, Gene knows its true. Not many people would be able to survive being buried alive and not have any wobbles afterwards - but he regards himself as different. Holds himself to a higher standard in that way. He's the Guv, he's the leader. And even though Sam is a vampire now, he's still Sam's leader too. It feels like he should be able to cope with this. He mumbles a quick "cheers" before turning and splashing his face under the tap, rinsing his mouth out to get rid of the taste. He gives his face a rub with a towel and then turns back to Sam, still looking a little green.* M'okay now. Should probably get back to bed. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 29 2017, 11:20 PM Post #1137 |
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*Shit... Gene doesn't believe him. And he's so I'll affected, despite Sam's best efforts... He doesn't understand how he could've had a reaction like this, does he...? Keeping his hand on Gene's back, Sam waits for him to finish and turn back around. He looks anything but okay, but they both need sleep...* ... You sure...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 29 2017, 11:41 PM Post #1138 |
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*Gene nods again, rubbing a hand over his face.* Yeah. S'either that or I fall asleep with me face in the toilet... *Gene takes a deep, steadying breath and starts to make his way back into the bedroom with Sam hopefully following. He just wants to get back into bed and forget this ever happened. And hope to god the nightmares don't start again when he does manage to sleep... So he slides under the blankets again and rolls onto his side, back to Sam. Hopefully the rest of the night will go smoothly...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 29 2017, 11:57 PM Post #1139 |
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*Sam doesn't follow immediately, slightly dumbfounded by Gene's overall reaction. He's trying to escape this... Well, it's natural in a way, but Sam can't help but worry. And the fact that Gene isn't even trying to talk about it to Sam hurts unexpectedly. However... This isn't about Sam's ego. It's about helping Gene get better. So Sam follows with just a second's delay. By the time Gene gets back into bed Sam is already there, holding the blanket up. He winds his arms around Gene immediately, their bodies slotting together perfectly. He may have failed Gene just now, but Sam won't let it happen again. Sleep is something he no longer requires, and knowing how rattled Gene is now, Sam will dedicate the rest of the night to letting his partner sleep soundly. Concentrating on that warm feeling within him, the desire to help Gene in whatever way he can, Sam waits for the night to pass. The next day begins somewhat chaotically - there's an early shout to the scene of a street robbery, and after that Sam has to do a quick series of door-to-doors with Chris. By the time he gets back to CID, Sam is it itching to join up with Gene again... Every minute they spend apart niggles at Sam's sanity. They haven't had a chance to come up with a countermeasure against Morgan yet. That is Sam's biggest worry. And that is why he insists they go straight home after work, instead of stopping by the Railway Arms... But Gene won't listen. After the scares of last night, Sam is torn; on the one hand, he understands that Gene wants some normality, but on the other... Going home later in the evening opens them up to attack. And there's the issue of Gene drinking. Whenever he does, some of his drunkenness passes over to Sam, through their bond. It's a strange sensation, feeling the alcohol's effect without having ingested any... And today, Gene is drinking more than he has during the last few weeks. Sam suspects it's partly supposed to be liquid courage... But he doesn't like it. Finally they leave, Gene having loosened up considerably. They're walking down a familiar path, not too secluded, there are some people around still... Sam is alert, but his mind is slightly clouded now as well, despite his best efforts to keep both Gene and himself sober. They're about halfway home when Sam suddenly stops. A familiar smell has reached his nose. Blood. A lot of it. Sam grabs Gene's arm, stopping him im his tracks as well.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2017, 12:41 AM Post #1140 |
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*Gene's eternally grateful that he manages to sleep peacefully for the rest of the night - it's a terrifying prospect, the fact that he might dream again... He's going to be wary for a while. He uses booze to help him cope, as usual. Sam disapproves, but he has no other choice. What he feels, Sam gets a slice of too. And he's sure Sam would prefer a bit of second hand slosh than the awful creeping fear that he's going to fall into another nightmare. On their way home, Gene's not drunk exactly - just relaxed. But as Sam grabs his arm, Gene finds himself feeling anything but relaxed. He looks across at Sam, suddenly solemn.* What..? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2017, 09:46 AM Post #1141 |
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*Sam isn't looking at Gene, his head turned into the direction the smell is coming from - down a small alleyway leading away from the main road. Shit... Is this a murder, or...? Finally, Sam does turn to face Gene, his expression one of alarm. By now, Gene will probably have understood what Sam picked up, but he still mutters* Something's down there. *He points down the small path. He can't hear any sounds coming from the direction - nothing out of the ordinary, at any rate. No tearing, or slurping. So they might either be too late already... Or there's nothing there... ... Or it's a trap.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 31 2017, 01:19 AM Post #1142 |
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*Through the link, Gene senses it before Sam even has to say a word. Blood. But Sam's phrasing stops Gene from rushing down the path. That one word. "Something". His hand moves down to his pocket, ready to go for his stake, his own words coming hushed and tense.* Vampire? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 31 2017, 05:59 AM Post #1143 |
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*Vampire... Yes, most likely. Sam is concentrating hard to pick up more than just the smell, but he can't be sure... There's... There's something... It could be the faltering beat of a heart... But Sam can't be completely sure. Gene's going to want to investigate. However, Sam remains glued to the spot. He doesn't want to go down there. Whatever it is, somehow Sam knows he absolutely does not want to see it. And he doesn't want Gene going there. His hand still on Gene's arm, Sam squeezes it - holding Gene back. He hasn't said a word yet, but the swirl of emotions within Sam will speak volumes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2018, 01:47 AM Post #1144 |
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*Sam doesn't say anything... But Gene can tell Sam isn't completely sure. And he can definitely feel Sam's reluctance to get any closer. But if there is something down there... Or God forbid, someone injured down there... They have to check it out. Desperate for an answer, Gene whispers again more. Urgently.* Sam. What's down there? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2018, 01:54 AM Post #1145 |
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*Sam glances back at Gene, shaking his head minutely - he can't tell quite yet... He can't be sure...! He takes a small step forward, towards the alley, eyes all but closed as Sam concentrates on the sounds around them. Gene's heart is beating hard and strong, adrenaline beginning to course through him... There are the usual sounds of the city at night... .... And there. The faintest beat of a heart. Weak, erratic. Then, a quiet groan. Sam flinches back. Whoever is down there is still alive... He turns back to Gene, his eyes glimmering red. Sam knows that, as soon as he says it, Gene is going to want to investigate. As long as he thinks there's someone they can help... It takes Sam a few seconds, but finally he all but growls quietly* ... A victim. Alive. ... Barely. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2018, 12:49 PM Post #1146 |
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*Gene's eyes widen and his jaw sets. Sam's right. There's no way he's not going down there now. He tightens his grip on the cross in his pocket determinedly.* Shit. Okay, back me up. Nearest phone box is on the corner if we need to call the wagon. *And with that, Gene steps forward, heading for the alley.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2018, 12:53 PM Post #1147 |
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!! *Shit, no...! Sam reaches out reflexively, his unease spiking as he sees Gene move towards the alley. He grabs hold of Gene's arm again, holding him back. *whispering urgently* What if it's a trap!? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2018, 03:01 PM Post #1148 |
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*Gene is brought to an abrupt halt, and he turns with a frown.* And if it's not? What d'you suggest, we stick our fingers in our ears and prance along without looking? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2018, 03:07 PM Post #1149 |
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*Sam grits his teeth - Gene is right, of course... But this is too suspicious. Maybe it's because last night's incident heightened Sam's paranoia, but a horrible feeling of dread is bubbling away in his gut at the thought of going down that alleyway. But leaving an innocent victim to die... Slowly and very reluctantly, Sam lets go of Gene's arm.* ... Just... Keep your wits about you. Alright? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2018, 06:13 PM Post #1150 |
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*Gene nods. Of course he will. Last night hasn't left his mind either, and he knows this is dangerous. But if they walk on by, he won't be able to live with himself. They have to at least check. So he turns, pulling the crucifix from his pocket and heads down the alley, alert and on edge, eyes searching the darkness. Sam should be able to locate the victim before he does, so he'll have to depend on Sam to alert him if he hears anything.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2018, 06:22 PM Post #1151 |
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*Gene's determination... It almost hurts, in a strange way. Sam's chest constricts as he watches his partner walk ahead into the alley. Like he's going to disappear... Sam takes a sharp breath and moves, catching up with Gene instantly. He's got the crucifix out... Sam can feel its influence, a faint burning on his skin. He ignores it - if bad comes to worse, the cross is Gene's best defence. Sam isn't going to make him put it away. Their steps sound out far too loud to Sam's ears as they walk along. They're getting closer... The smell of blood is much stronger now. And the heart is still beating... Sam's head turns suddenly, and he stops Gene again, pointing to the left. There - a few meters away from them, slumped against the brick wall... A body. From where they're standing they both can hear the faint raspy breathing, every exhalation accompanied by a soft whimper. God...so the blood is... Is fresh... Sam swallows. Oh, this is bad. This is so bad...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2018, 11:41 PM Post #1152 |
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*Gene curses under his breath as he catches sight of the body - and from Sam's reaction, he knows instinctively that the person is alive. He doesn't need to wait to hear the soft whimper to know that - he's already rushing forward, waving a hand at Sam as he approaches the man.* Go call an ambulance, we don't have much ti-- *He's abruptly cut off by the soft whistling noise, the thud. The stab of sudden sympathy-pain in his shoulder. The shock that rattles through him. Completely knocked aback by the suddenness and the pain, Gene staggers sideways a step and turns to Sam with wide eyes - what... What the...??* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2018, 11:54 PM Post #1153 |
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*It's the blood that distracts Sam for that crucial moment. He isn't even listening to Gene properly, all his senses drawn to that smell. Normally, he wouldn't be reacting to it... It must be the heightened stress and anxiety. And that is why it's not the soft rustle of clothes somewhere behind him that tips him off, and it's not the gentle twang of a rope being pulled taut. It's the impact, and immediate pain in his shoulder as he stumbles forward with a surprised grunt. When Sam raises his head, his eyes are just as wide as Gene's. And there, slightly obscure by Sam's jacket yet still visible - the tip of a slender wooden stake, protruding from his right shoulder, coated in black blood. And in that moment, something else hits Sam: the realisation that this is it. This is what he's been afraid of. Sam whirls around as he staggers back another step, taking him closer to Gene. His eyes are scanning their surroundings, trying to make out the attackers, but the piercing pain in his shoulder is making it hard to concentrate. Shit, how many are there... Can he get Gene out of this alley and back to the main round...?!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2018, 12:04 AM Post #1154 |
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*Shit!! Gene rushes back over to Sam, but stops in his tracks as another stake shoots from seemingly nowhere and jams itself into Sam's thigh. God, what's happening!? In a panic, Gene stumbles to Sam, ready to defend him - if he can get in the way, maybe... Maybe this will stop... Maybe they can find an opening! But in a circular pattern around them, a series of thuds. And in the gloom, a ring of red eyes surround them. Vampires. They're outnumbered. Sam's injured. It's up to Gene to protect Sam now. Trembling, Gene clutches the crucifix and prepares himself. But he turns out to be useless. In a second he's knocked aside, the shadowy and pale figures flashing past him and barrelling into Sam all grabby hands and restraining arms, ripping claws and hard punches.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 2 2018, 12:14 AM Post #1155 |
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*This time, Sam sees the stake flying towards him... But there's nothing he can do, no time to dodge. A moment later his leg gives way and he goes down to one knee with an agonised yell. The pain spreads, gripping him in its ice cold grasp... God, no, this can't be happening... And there, the figures, surrounding them suddenly... Gene...!! Sam wants to turn, Gene's own panic spurring him on - Gene wants to defend him, but how can he--?! And the vampires charge. Gene is swatted to the side like a fly, Sam feeling that particular impact right before the vampires are on him. No, no, NO!!! Sam fights back with everything he's got. The moment their claws dig into him, something snaps - an instinct is triggered. Suddenly, Sam's fangs are out and he snarls, hisses as he snaps at his attackers, deflecting punches, clawing at them in turn, his teeth burying themselves in one pale arm. Gene, he needs to protect Gene-- it's all that matters. Not even the pain can stop him from fighting like a lion to get out of this pile--!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2018, 01:04 AM Post #1156 |
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*The creatures don't let up, tearing and grabbing at Sam like rabid animals. After a short struggle, one of them manages to get a secure holding on Sam's arm, yanking it out and to the side. Another grabs at his legs, holding them as still as possible. "Say goodnight, Mr Tyler!" The largest vampire levers up above Sam's head, Drawing his leg back and delivering a fast, brutal kick to Sams head. Gene feels the impact from his position on the pavement, through the link. His vision blurs for a second, but he forces himself up and onto his feet, crucifix in hand. They're not going to do this - he won't let them. He's going to drive them off. Save Sam. Stake however many he needs to to keep them both safe.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2018, 01:16 AM Post #1157 |
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*Sam yells, with frustration this time, as the vampires manage to pin him down. He continues yanking and bucking, his free arm shooting up, fingers digging into the creature's face closest to him-- The kick connects. Sam's vision blacks out for a second, and he blinks rapidly, his resistance fading... But no, there, there's still a spark... Gene, his defiance, his determination to save Sam....! Sam comes back to himself with a wild, desperate snarl, even as black blood begins to coat the side of his face, and he doubles his efforts, clawing at the vampire's eyes this time. If he can just sit up, dodge out of the way of any further blows--!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2018, 01:08 AM Post #1158 |
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*The vampire rears up, trying to angle his head away from Sam's clawing - but Sam's struggle isn't enough. The other vampire draws back his foot once more and delivers another hard blow to Sam's head, hard enough to crack bone if Sam were still human. Meanwhile Gene clumsily tries to rush the one holding down Sam's legs - and succeeds in pulling a stake out of his waistband as he does, driving it down in an arc aimed at the middle of the vampires back * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2018, 01:14 AM Post #1159 |
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*It's too much - the assault from multiple side, the ice cold pain from both his shoulder and his leg - Sam doesn't have a chance of dodging that second kick. His head snaps to the side, his consciousness flickering, crying out to Gene-- RUN-- And he's unconscious, his neck at a slightly odd angle. The vampire holding Sam's legs is too focused on his prey to concentrate on the little human as well, and that's his downfall. The stake hits home, and the creature collapses with an ugly sound, falling right on top of Sam's unmoving body. The others rear up and around, red eyes focusing on Gene. One of them snarls, enraged that Gene got the drop on them after all... But this ends here. His muscles tense, and a moment later the vampire rushes at Gene, ready to tackle him to the ground--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2018, 12:33 AM Post #1160 |
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*Gene hears Sam's cry for him to run - it echoes at the back of his mind as he's already carrying out his attack. But he would never leave Sam to these monsters. Never. Gene lets go of the stake embedded in the vampire's back, shocked that he actually managed to pick one off - they'd been in a frenzy, he was lucky it was distracted. But then suddenly all eyes are on him. Sam is unconscious. There's nobody to protect him, and if Sam's fallen to them, he doesn't stand a chance...! Eyes wide and his feet planted solidly either side of his partners legs protectively, Gene sees the one vampire suddenly launch at him. His heart drops, his shaking hand rises and holds the crucifix directly at the creature. This is his only defence now. He grits his teeth and holds the object with determination. He'll protect Sam at all costs.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2018, 10:32 AM Post #1161 |
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*The vampire's snarl turns into a pained screech when Gene points the crucifix at him. He can't stop himself from barrelling into Gene, but the creature immediately scrabbles back, howling with pain, one hand pressed to his face where he came in contact with the cross. The others back away as well, cursing and snarling - they were supposed to easily overwhelm the human!! But that bloody cross....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 6 2018, 01:20 AM Post #1162 |
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*Gene knows the vampire won't be able to stop in time, but that short second of the sizzling sound of cross against skin gives him at least a moment of satisfaction before he's knocked down again. He lands heavily beside Sam, grunting with the impact. But it only takes another second for him to roll over and hold the cross up again, his only way of keeping the rest of them back. Voice shaky but commanding, he shouts.* You bastards better not take another bloody step!! *panting and very aware of how loud his heart sounds even in his own head, Gene starts pushing himself up onto his knees. He needs to be ready - needs to be able to move, to keep them all away... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 6 2018, 11:09 AM Post #1163 |
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*Gene is met with angry snarls. The vampires have moved forward in the time it took Gene to recover and hold the cross up again, but now they're backing up once more. The cross's influence is searing through them, even at this distance.... Hunt is right there, they could grab him so easily if it wasn't for the crucifix... Shit!! Then, a voice from behind Gene. "Step back, children." The vampires look up, spotting the figure behind Gene, stood at the entrance of the alleyway. It's... It's Lord Morgan. One of them mumbles, "Sir..." but they all end up retreating several steps, taking their injured companion with them. Lord Morgan will be able to deal with this... And even though it means they have failed in their task, the vampires are grateful for his intervention. This is something they can't deal with... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 7 2018, 01:40 AM Post #1164 |
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*A chill runs down Gene's spine as soon as he sees them all look up. And as he turns, Gene feels an inexplicable dark wash of dread. Different to the sharp fear of the vampires surrounding him, different to the ache of frightened protectiveness he feels for Sam - this is something darker than he's used to. Morgan. Stood there, parting the monsters like he's parting the red Sea. And they listen to him with reverence. No hesitation whatsoever. These things respect Morgan, and that scares Gene. Teeth gritted and jaw tense, Gene raises the cross at Morgan and spits his words.* Stay away. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 7 2018, 10:23 AM Post #1165 |
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*Morgan doesn't so much as bat an eyelid in response. His eyes fix on the cross for a moment, but then they slide back up to hold Gene's frightened gaze. They're pits of darkness, in stark contrast to the bright red glow coming from the other vampires' eyes. Morgan moves. With slow, measured steps he begins to walk towards Gene. He hardly raises his voice, and yet it carries well. "At last we meet in earnest... DCI Hunt."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2018, 01:19 AM Post #1166 |
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*Morgan doesn't seem even the tiniest bit fazed by this... Gene grips the wood tighter, shifting his weight to plant himself more firmly in front of Sam.* Always knew you were a bastard. From the moment you ponced your way into my bullpen, I knew it. Edited by Gene Hunt, Jan 8 2018, 01:20 AM.
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 8 2018, 10:38 AM Post #1167 |
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*Obscured by the moustache, Morgan's lips twitch into a small, humourless smile. The way Hunt is stood there, clutching that useless piece of wood and thinking it will keep him and Sam safe... It's almost funny. "Did you now." A few more steps, and Morgan is stood right in front of him, only a few feet separating them. They're about the same height, and as Morgan fixes Hunt in his gaze, he lets loose just a tiniest bit, to give the hunter a small taste of how hopeless his situation is. Normally, Morgan would be taking his time... But he saw Hunt kill one more of his children. And that has to stop. Morgan's hand shoots out, his ice cold fingers closing around Gene's hand holding the cross. Morgan's eyes never leaving Gene's, he begins to bend his wrist back, back, back-- Until a dry crack echoes through the alleyway.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2018, 12:31 AM Post #1168 |
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*As Morgan approaches, Gene's heart starts beating harder, fear creeping up inside him. There's something about this man... Something that's different from the other vampires. His aura, it's like a thick, cold black treacle suffocating him inside. And as Morgan gets closer, closer, Gene can't help but hold his breath. He's so close... How is he so close...?? Morgan settles just in front of Gene, impossibly close to the cross he's holding out. Gene stares in disbelief at the proximity, convinced suddenly that maybe he's dreaming. No vampire could be this near and still be standing. Ice cold fingers shoot out, encircling Gene's own. The shock causes him to gasp - Morgan's touching the cross!? He's bloody touching the--! But his thoughts crumble away as the pressure starts to intensify. Gene stares into Morgans eyes, his own radiating pure horror. His knees start to give way, his body instinctively trying to bend and ease the pressure on his wrist - but it's impossible, it's going to-- The crack sounds like a bullet in his ears, the bone shattering sending vibrations up his arm. The pain shoots through him like electricity, his ruined hand dropping the cross to the ground with a clatter. Gene yelps, his other hand grabbing Morgan's fingers, trying desperately to prise them off, his knees hitting the concrete hard. His right hand is useless now! How can he even fight back!? Morgan's immune to the cross! Shit... Sam... They're finished... Both of them... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2018, 11:41 AM Post #1169 |
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*The utter horror standing in Gene's eyes is absolutely delicious. Morgan has been looking forward to this sight, and the way the Hunt's bones give way and break under his fingers... The way he falls to his knees, in agony and growing despair... After everything that's happened, all the insolence and inconvenience, it's most satisfying. Still holding Gene's hand up in an unrelenting grip, his gaze cold and cruel, Morgan raises one foot and brings it down hard in the cross, shattering it to pieces. There's a collective sigh of relief from behind them as the vampires relax, the crucifix's influence finally broken. "Get the ropes and shackles," he says, barely raising his voice. Then, as the other vampires begin to move again, Morgan's gaze shifts down to where Sam is lying. The shock of pain from Gene's wrist breaking has filtered through to Sam... Pain, and fear... What........ He stirs, a soft groan escaping him. Sam isn't properly conscious, not yet, but at this rate, it's only a matter of seconds...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2018, 02:57 PM Post #1170 |
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*Gene pants shakily through the waves of pain flowing up his arm, through his fingers - but he isn't deaf. The crunch of the crucifix being shattered... That's it, he has no protection from even the regular vampires now. He drops his head, screwing his eyes shut, arm still held above his head in an unyielding grip. And then that command. No... No, they can't... If they tie them up and transport them somewhere they'll never be found... Voice trembling but loud, Gene shouts.* Don't. It's m-me y'wanted to get rid of. So just d-do it. Right here and now. Leave Tyler out of it. You already r-ruined 'is life. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2018, 05:02 PM Post #1171 |
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*It's no use. One of the vampires is behind Gene in a flash, and as Morgan lets go of his hand, Gene doesn't get a chance to fight. His arms are wrenched behind his back, without considering the damage that's already been done to his right hand. While the vampire works, Morgan speaks, not even looking at Gene anymore, "I'm afraid Sam is very much at the centre of this... he still has a mission to fulfill, after all." As Morgan looks on, another one of the creatures closes in on Sam, rolling him onto his front. This one is carrying thick, solid-looking shackles. It's hard to tell in the darkness and gloomy light coming from a far-off street lamp, but they're made of cast-iron, and they're massive; once in place, the cover nearly half of Sam's forearms. The weight settles heavily on Sam's back, making him groan again. Shit, what... what's going on... he needs to wake up, something's wrong, he needs to.......! Sam manages to force his eyes open, but his gaze is unfocused, he can't see... Trusting that one of his underlings will deal with Sam, Morgan finally moves away from Gene, over to where the injured vampires is still kneeling, cradling his face. Morgan helps him up, gently taking the creature's hands and pulling them away a little, so that he's able to inspect the burn. And what a burn it is... the cross's silhouette is etched into the vampire's face, barely missing his eye... it's a horrific sight. Morgan's gaze grows sharp. Just another thing to add to the long list of crimes the pair will have to answer for... Morgan gives the vampire a pat to the shoulder, then inclines his head over to the human they had used to bait Hunt and Tyler. He's still alive. The vampire understands, and with a murmured thank you makes his way over to the man, sinking his teeth into his neck once more. They're here on duty, but a wound like this needs to be tended to... That Lord Morgan would so gracefully allow the vampire to do it straight away elicits nothing but gratitude from the creature.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2018, 10:19 PM Post #1172 |
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*Gene can't react fast enough, and as Morgan's grip loosening sets off a fresh wave of pain from his ruined hand there's already another hard grasp yanking his arms behind his back. The rope circles his wrists, grinding the bones that are already broken, and Gene can't help but let out an agonised shout as they pull taut. But even over his own predicament and injury, Gene can feel what's being done to Sam. The weight on top of him, the heavy iron cuffs, enough to weigh down even a strong vampire. And the fact that now it's both of them completely helpless sends Gene's heart down through the floor. Morgan leaves the injured vampire to feed and turns back to Sam, smiling at the sight of the leg irons fastening into place. Now, however strong Sam is, no vampire could break through thick metal like that. He steps forward until he's stood, his feet just a few inches from Sam's head. He looks out across his army. "Mr Tyler needs further subduing for transport. Who wants the honours?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2018, 10:55 PM Post #1173 |
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*The vampire tying Gene's wrists grins to himself. They've all wanted to hear Hunt's screams for a long time now... In a way, this is even better than having Tyler kill Hunt in his own home. This way, they all get a slice... He pulls Gene up, before clamping his hands on his arm and shoulder in an iron grip. That human won't have a chance to escape any longer. Sam blinks, shuddering as he senses Morgan's aura, knowing instinctively that this is something familiar, and absolutely lethal. But he can't... God, his head... And he feels so heavy..... Restricted... He squirms, tries to move his arms, his legs, despite the pain radiating from where the stakes are still stuck in his flesh, but it's no use... And yet, he has to do something... Gene's dread and despair are like rays of harsh light, piercing through the fog that won't leave Sam's mind. He has to... He has to.....!! There's a few seconds of murmuring. Then, one of the vampires steps forward, taking a liquid-drenched piece of cloth proffered by another vampire. The main act will happen later, so for now, they need something quicker and less violent to subdue Tyler. The creature kneels down next to Sam's head and without hesitation presses it against his nose and mouth, smothering him. Sam takes a startled breath, and for one moment, the pungent smell shakes him up, his eyes widening as he groans, no, NO--!! But it's too late. The chloroform spreads through his system fast. Sam's eyelids flutter, and a moment later he's gone again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2018, 12:40 AM Post #1174 |
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*As Sam goes limp, a surge of wooziness and light-headedness washes over Gene - second hand effects from the chloroform. Shit, Sam's out for the count...! Gene would have staggered had it not been for the hands holding him up - instead all he can do is sag momentarily as his world tilts. But he's still there - he grits his teeth and forces himself to focus. He has to show these bastards he's not weak. He may be human, but he's killed dozens of these pricks before. He can't lose his dignity now. As the vampires straighten up and then bend to grab at Sam's body, Gene shouts angrily, his voice carried by desperation and fear.* Yer all cowards, you 'ear me!? All these ropes and chains and chemicals and shit... You want a fight, be a man! One-on-one! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2018, 12:17 PM Post #1175 |
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*Morgan huffs a small chuckle at Gene's words. Pathetic... Hunt still thinks of himself as equal to them. However, that reaction earlier... He didn't miss how Hunt sagged at the same time as Sam fell unconscious again. Interesting. As Sam is picked up by two vampires, Morgan gestures towards the formerly injured one, now with blood down his chin, but the burnt skin restored to normal. The creature nods, then steps up to Gene. There's hatred in his eyes as he glares at Gene, pulling out a long strip of cloth. He wishes they could just dispose of the hunter here... But h also knows Lord Morgan has a lot planned for the blood bag and the traitor. The vampire roughly forces the gag into Gene's mouth, tying it tightly at the back of his head. Now it's time to move. Suddenly, everything goes fast - Gene is picked up, given no chance to fight back. The vampires clear out of the alley, only the dead man and Sam's black blood on the ground giving any indication of what happened here. At the other end of the alleyway, two cars are idling with their engines on. One is a black car similar to the one Sam was transported in, the other is a plainer looking minivan. They dump Sam in the foothold of the black car, with Morgan getting in and sitting above him. Gene is thrown into the back of the van, the doors slamming shut immediately. And then, they're off. The drive isn't too long. Soon the convoy stops again, and Gene is hauled out off the boot. They're now in an abandoned-looking part of town, but maybe it only looks that way because they're parked at the edges of a graveyard. The fact that Gene is allowed to see all this - one of the main vampire hideouts of the city - says a lot about how slim his chances of survival are. The vampires know he won't be walking out of here alive. Just as quickly as before, Gene and Sam are moved - down stone stairs, through a dark hallway... And finally, opening up surprisingly large, a crypt. The walls are made of solid stone, torches mounted in regular distance from each other. The air is cool and moist down here. Gene may not know it, but this is the same place Sam was taken to and turned, several months ago. And the chair he's being forced into and tied to, is the same chair in which Sam breathed his last breath. While two vampires are dealing with Gene, two more are undoing the cuffs on Sam's wrists and ankles. They clatter to the ground heavily, but the vampires pay them no mind. They take off Sam's jacket, dropping it carelessly to the side. Then they make short work of Sam's shirt, ripping it to pieces. The same happens with his vest. Only then do they heft his prone form up into a standing position, fastening his wrists to shackles let into the wall. They too are made of thick iron - there is no way Sam will be able to break out of them. This is how they leave him - arms extended and at a slight angle, bare-chested, the stakes both still embedded in his leg and shoulder. In plain sight for Gene, who is sat at the other end of the room. It's no more than 10 metres that separate the two, and yet, that distance is impossible to bridge. Morgan enters the crypt. The vampires who all helped to set things up bow to him, then leave - all but three of them, who apparently belong to Morgan's closest circle. They too seem older than your regular vampire, although it's only Morgan who exudes that aura of dark power. He glances over at Gene, taking in what the hunter has been reduced to; tied firmly to the chair, the ropes tight and cutting into his skin... The right hand, at an unnatural angle, swollen and already showing dark bruises... Strung up helplessly, with no way of escaping what's about to happen to him and Sam. It's so... Satisfying. Morgan's eyes gleaming, he walks into the middle of the room. His eyes linger on Sam for a moment, before he turns to face Gene. "Well, you've led us a merry chase, DCI Hunt... And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed... But it has to end. You've caused us enough trouble."* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2018, 12:09 AM Post #1176 |
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*With his hands tied and Sam's second hand chloroform affecting him, Gene can't do a thing as he's picked up and bundled into the van. Hobbled as he is, he's powerless to reach out to steady himself as the van rumbles around corners and over cobblestones. And not being able to see Sam... It's agony. He's still alive, Gene can feel that much... But they have no idea what's coming. He tries to fight, he really tries. But the vampires are just too strong. They force him into the chair with no trouble, Gene having to bite down on the gag as his broken hand is jostled and maneuvered. And once he's finally ridden out the worst of that pain, Gene opens his eyes - to see Sam. His partner, shirt and vest ripped away, hanging by his extended arms chained to the wall. Gene stares helplessly as Morgan turns and speaks. "it has to end". Still desperately hoping that he can persuade Morgan to end only him and let Sam go, Gene shouts unto the gag angrily, frustrated at the muffled sounds that come out.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2018, 12:17 AM Post #1177 |
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*Morgan's lips twitch into a small, malevolent smirk. Hunt can shout all he wants... No one is going to hear him. Nothing is going to help him. "And I think it's only apt for Sam to finally undergo his rite of initiation as well... It's about time." He lets the words hang in the musty air, watching Gene closely, to see if he's going to figure out what Morgan is implying.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 12 2018, 01:53 AM Post #1178 |
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*Gene blinks, teeth gritted against the fabric in his mouth. Initiation?? What the...?? Is he talking about Sam killing him at last? Isn't it plain enough now that that isn't going to happen!? Confused, Gene watches as Morgan retreats to the corner of the room, picking up an object from the ground. And from what Gene can see, it looks like a... A collar...? The... The sick bastard, is he going to put that thing on Sam? Like he damn well owns him!? But as Gene looks more carefully, he can see something protruding from the inner surface. Splinters?? Morgan moves towards Sam, collar in one hand - and then roughly fastens it around Sam's neck, tightly. Gene makes a disgusted noise into the gag as he realises what's happening - the splinters are digging into Sam's skin. It's it's like a bloody torture device! He turns to look at Gene, a sly smile on his face. "Sam here needs to learn his place, Mr Hunt. He needs to realise that I made him. I gave him this gift. And as such, he belongs to me." Morgan looks at Sam once more, giving the collar one last yank, tightening it to full capacity. "Isn't that right, Sam?" * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 12 2018, 10:47 AM Post #1179 |
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*The effect of the chloroform has already started to wear off, leaving Sam in a confusing state of muffled sounds, muddled memories and sensations, and strange visions. The only clear instinct he can pick out is that something is horribly wrong - danger, danger, danger... But when Morgan fastens the collar around his neck, Sam is pulled back into consciousness abruptly. He gasps, then grimaces-- what... What's this... It's as if a ring of thorns has wrapped itself around his neck, digging deep into his skin... The pain penetrates deeper than even that, pulsing through his chest, his head... Sam blinks, his vision unsteady, and tries to work out what's going on. He can hear a voice, very close by...a horribly familiar voice... But before Sam can work it out, there's another cruel tug on whatever is wrapped around his neck. The pain spikes again and Sam chokes audibly-- coughs, tries to get himself under control, because every little motion is too much, sets off the points of agony around his neck once more. And now he can also feel wetness, slowly meandering down towards his collarbone, his upper back... What on earth is going on...?! It's Gene's disgust and feelings of apprehension that help Sam to finally focus, to raise his head slightly. And there... Right on front of him, smiling... Morgan. Sam's eyes widen.* Y-you-- *He breaks off, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing as the stabbing agony mounts again. His throat feels tight, almost too tight to breathe, giving his voice a strangled quality. Shit, this is... This is so bad..... And where... Where is Gene....? All Sam can see is Morgan's smug face, and behind him a dimly lit room... But Sam can't think straight, the residue of chloroform not allowing him to string two thoughts together...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2018, 02:28 AM Post #1180 |
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*Morgan smiles as Sam starts to stir - and the look of confusion on his face makes all this suddenly seem so deliciously worth it.* Well who did you expect, Sam? Come now, you're a detective aren't you? *From behind Morgan, Gene shouts into the gag - Sam will be able to feel him through the bond, but he has to make Sam aware he's here, in the room!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2018, 09:56 AM Post #1181 |
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*Gene's shout distracts Sam from responding to Morgan's taunt. He's here, in the room...! Sam tries to crane his neck, to twist and get past Morgan - but that is when he realises that his arms are restrained. The pressure around his neck is relentless, the spikes digging deeper, hurting Sam further. He gives up after a second, his jaws tight with pain. It's then that Sam instinctively reaches out with his mind, trying to get a feel for Gene that goes beyond the diffuse emotions... ... And there. For one moment, Sam is sat in that chair instead of Gene, ropes biting into his skin, his right hand all but ruined, fear pulsing through him, the foul taste of the gag in his mouth; and he sees Morgan's back, and behind that, his own spread out arms... And the room they're in, he... He recognises it... Sam flinches and gasps, coming back to himself. Oh God... He understands now. He understands what Morgan is going to try. When Sam looks up and at Morgan again, there's a dull, yet defiant red glow in his eyes, despite the pain and the fear. He's scared, scared for both himself and Gene - absolutely terrified for Gene - but in this regard, Morgan can't best them, no matter what he does. With the bond connecting them, there is no way Morgan could bring Sam to kill Gene... Sam has to believe that. Though of course, that doesn't mean he can't kill Gene in other ways. Sam remains silent, refusing to rise to Morgan's bait.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2018, 10:33 PM Post #1182 |
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*Morgan raises an eyebrow, never leaving Sam's gaze. "Strange, you're usually so vocal. What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" He smiles again, sadistic and cruel. "I could arrange that, you know. It'd grow back." Behind Morgan, Gene gives another enraged shout, pulling at his ropes with his uninjured hand.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2018, 10:49 PM Post #1183 |
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*Sam can't stop his eyes from widening slightly, the red flaring faintly, but apart from that, he manages to control himself. He realises now that it's his own blood that's slowly dripping down his neck... Whatever Morgan put there, it must be something wooden... Shit. Drawing strength from Gene's anger, Sam holds Morgan's gaze and remains silent. If he can resist this way, he'll gladly do it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2018, 10:54 PM Post #1184 |
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*Sam isn't going to talk. Morgan had a feeling that'd happen. He sighs. "Sam, this is going to go very slowly if you don't cooperate. Because you will cooperate eventually. It just depends in how much of this it'll take:" With his last word, Morgan takes a hold of the stake embedded in Sams leg and twists it, yanking it sideways so the point grates against Sam's bone. Gene reacts immediately, his shouts turning into a scream of inherited pain as well as absolute fury.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2018, 11:16 PM Post #1185 |
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*Sam's scream mixes with Gene's, though it breaks soon and turns rough - the collar chokes Sam, the scream setting off the stinging pain even further. He tries to jerk his leg away, the agony making his eyes water, but still he persists, trying to kick back against Morgan even. But even more than his own pain, it's the fact that Gene is suffering the exact same that makes this situation unbearable. If even half of it is reaching his partner - the deep, ice cold agony, the horrible sensation of the stake making contact with his very bone... And Morgan isn't going to stop, that much is certain. He knows Sam won't die unless he's staked through the heart... Gasping raggedly, Sam screws his eyes shut. I'm sorry, Gene, I'm so sorry--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2018, 11:29 PM Post #1186 |
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*Morgan frowns as he hears Gene's scream mingle with Sam's - even physical sensations seem to pass over.... Interesting... He keeps the pressure on for a moment longer and then lets go, shaking his hand afterwards as though to get rid of Sam's blood from his fingers. "Are you willing to answer my questions now? Or would you like another taste?" * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2018, 11:37 PM Post #1187 |
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*Something about Morgan's voice makes Sam glance up, despite the pain still crashing through his body as he sags in his bonds. A moment later, he curses inwardly. He knows this sensation... Morgan has power over him, even when he isn't consciously exerting it. It makes Sam want to give in, to answer... ... However, he is still self-aware enough to recognise that this isn't what he truly wants. Even if it means more pain... This kind of resistance is all he's got. And as long as it means that Morgan is concentrating on Sam instead of Gene (though he can tell Morgan as figuring out just what the bond is putting them both through)... He'll take it. Ignoring the sound of his own blood dripping onto the stone floor, Sam pulls himself up slightly, flinching only a little at the resulting pain. He remains stubbornly silent.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 13 2018, 11:46 PM Post #1188 |
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*Morgan gives Sam a chance to answer... But still he's met with silence. And that's unfortunate. This connection he and Hunt seem to share - he's curious. He needs to know more about how this works. So he sighs, wraps his hands around both the stakes embedded in Sam's body and twists. Pushes hard. Drives them deeper.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 13 2018, 11:55 PM Post #1189 |
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*During those few seconds of reprieve, Sam does his best to steel himself, to anticipate what's to come. It isn't enough. Even as Morgan reaches for the stakes, Sam twitches, instinctively trying to escape, but it's no use. His muscles and nerves scream just as he does as the wood penetrates him further, aggravating what's already injured. Black blood wells up and slides down Sam's body, slowly but steadily forming a puddle at his feet. Again Sam's scream peters out into ragged groans, his body shuddering under the assault. And he knows Gene feels it as well... It breaks his heart, makes Sam blindly reach out with his mind, as if he's going to be able to cling to Gene, to hide them both away from this...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2018, 02:04 AM Post #1190 |
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*Gene's mind responds just as Sam's does - he reaches out, the connection flickering like interference on a radio as the pain threatens to break his concentration. He can't breathe properly, the gag hindering his gasps as he tries to breathe through it, to cope... In front of Sam, Morgan gives the stakes one last twist and then lets go, watching the blood flow down Sam's skin with disgust. "Now look, Sam - you're making a mess of my floor." He looks back up at Sam and folds his arms. It's clear he's getting impatient. He knew Sam would be a tough one to crack, but he intends for this to the end of this entire saga. Sam's defiance ends tonight. "You better start talking to me, Sam. Or you might hurt my feelings. And then I might have to hurt you. Or Hunt back there."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2018, 10:29 AM Post #1191 |
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*Sam reacts with a bit of a delay - he can't get a proper grip on Gene...! It sends panic through him like he hasn't felt before, a primal fear of losing something absolutely vital. But Morgan's voice pulls him back. Sam's gaze, unfocused before, settles on the vampire again, watching him cross his arms through hooded eyes. "I might have to hurt you. Or Hunt back there." Another stab of fear, and hatred. Knowing that Gene has to feel everything Sam does is bad enough... But the thought of Morgan's attention switching to Gene, whose body is infinitely more fragile and vulnerable than Sam's... It can't happen. So finally, Sam growls quietly, his voice rough and strained* Don't... Touch him. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2018, 11:02 PM Post #1192 |
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*Aha! That got a response. The smugness radiates from Morgan in waves. "Ahh. I see. That's what gets you, is it?" He shakes his head, both amused and exasperated. Without turning around, he calls back to Gene. "I don't know how you've done it, Hunt. A vampire keeping control of its human personality? Feeling affection for a human of all things? It should be impossible." Morgan turns his attention back to Sam, looking him up and down. It's fascinating. Sam has broken so many vampire rules, both social and biological. He wants to know how. Morgan squints his eyes, studying Sam's face. "How did he do it? Why didn't you kill him that first day?" * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2018, 11:35 PM Post #1193 |
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*Sam's gaze is wary as he searches Morgan's face. The man he once trusted... To the point of doubting Gene in favour of his point of view. And now... Now he's looking at Sam like some sort of lab rat. Someone, something that shouldn't even exist. It hurts unexpectedly. Sam had so wanted to believe Morgan, had clung to the hope he'd get him home... But he needs to focus on the here and now. And right now, Morgan isn't hurting them. Expecting an answer. And it's an innocent question, as far as Sam can tell in his pain-addled state... Sam really doesn't want to give Morgan anything... But if it's going to keep him from inflicting pain on either of them... His voice still tight, Sam mutters* .... Fought me off. Talked me out of it. Edited by Sam Tyler, Jan 14 2018, 11:36 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2018, 11:40 PM Post #1194 |
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*Morgan shakes his head. That sounds too simple. You don't just 'talk' a vampire out of being a vampire. It doesn't work that way. "Even so. You resisted killing as soon as his back was turned." Morgan's gaze deepens, his inner persuasive power reaching out to Sam, searching for the truth. "How did you resist?" |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2018, 11:45 PM Post #1195 |
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...! *Sam is aware of what's happening. He knows this sensation, of something dark creeping up on him, wrapping his mind in a brutally cold embrace. Something within him rears its head and bristles, a deeper, more primal defiance awakening. Sam grits his teeth as more red begins to bleed into his eyes, giving them a brighter glow. For just one moment, his lips part into the tiniest of snarls - but he recognises Morgan's authority over him, knows he can't escape it, considering the state he's in... Knows that he mustn't provoke Morgan beyond a certain limit. Not yet anyway. And so Sam grits out* ... I... W-was curious... *It's part of the truth.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 14 2018, 11:48 PM Post #1196 |
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*Morgan frowns. What is Sam talking about? ".... Curious...?" * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 14 2018, 11:54 PM Post #1197 |
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*Sam is visibly battling himself at this point. He doesn't want to disclose even this much information to Morgan... But at the same time, he's very aware of the fact that any moment, the torture could continue. So every second that he and Gene don't spend in absolute agony is a win... Is another second that might help them figure out how to get out of this...!* ... He... He d-didnt kill me when... He could've. I wanted... To know... Why. *Sam hesitates, tries to fight the urge to continue, but it's as if the words are being sucked out of him one by one.* ... Why a hunter would... Would care. *God, he didn't want Gene to know this. That all that kept Sam, he vampire, from killing him outright was a morbid, begrudging curiosity.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2018, 12:01 AM Post #1198 |
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*Gene feels a slight pang as Sam admits it - that he really wasn't in there at first. That the vampire side of him was only interested - and that's why he didn't kill Gene. At first, anyway. He breathes out a huff, eyes lowering from Morgan's back. Morgan meanwhile raises an eyebrow. So that's what it was. Just a case of the vampire being fascinated. At least that means that it shouldn't happen again - a hunter sparing a vampire is too rare for this to repeat. "And when you realised it was because he was too cowardly to destroy you? Why didn't you kill him then?" * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2018, 12:05 AM Post #1199 |
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*Sam grits his teeth, eyes flaring with anger. Granted, Morgan has so far been the only vampire he's talked to, but this level of lack of emotions... It's terrifying. Sam's growl conveys some of his disgust as he pushes past the constant pain whenever he speaks* I didn't want to become a monster. *A monster like you.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2018, 12:11 AM Post #1200 |
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*Morgan actually chuckles at this. "Sam, you're already a monster. And by refusing to kill this insignificant speck of a human you're denying your true future. Your untapped power." Morgan steps closer, one hand coming to rest on Sams cheek. "But don't worry. The time has come. Whatever poison Hunt has filled your head with, I'll help you. I'll help you to rid yourself of it." * |
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