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Post by Mikey on Aug 13, 2009 19:51:25 GMT -5
"I'd like to see that b*tch die a horrible and painful death..." Mikey said, stubbing out the third cigarette in the ashtray before lighting another. "She... your mom, she told me what we need to do." He said, looking around the bar as if it were full and he wanted to avoid being heard.
"When she was... burned, Daliah tried to save her. The cops raided their little club house, found Alessa before she was dead. She was taken to the clinic we were at earlier, but she was too bad. They had to transfer her to the main hospital. The cult had everyone from the attending physician to the guy who changed the sheets in their pocket. They got her, put her in the basement. It was too high profile to kill her just then, so they hid her from everyone. Years, she was kept alive on life support. She gave birth to... you... A nurse there, she couldnt stand to let the cult have you. She sent you to that orphanage to help you. They cut out her eyes as punishment." Mikey said, pausing to light another cigarette.
"When the town burned, Claudia saved her followers and sealed up the hospital. Alessa is trapped there, the real her. To end this, end that cult, get out of here, we have to help her. Free her." He told her.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 13, 2009 20:51:18 GMT -5
Jack stood up flinching slightly as she did. She gripped her side and took a deep breath before slowly letting it out. "Then that's what we are going to do," she said as she looked toward the door. "Free my mother and then give Claudia a proper end," she said as she looked back to Mikey. "To them this is purgatory, and I think it's about time we send these people to hell," she said as she moved toward the door. Her hand gripping her side a bit tightly feeling the pain in her ribs. "You know I don't know what to say. I know it's more or less her spirit that we are freeing, but the fact that I have never seen her before. Even now this little girl it's hard to believe that it's my mother. Though that girl that was in the hospital isn't a girl anymore. She has grown up, and is probably an older woman. Probably what a mother should look like," she said lightly as her hand gripped her side tighter. "My foster parents really weren't mother and father. They were just people there. I guess . . . I guess I'm just nervous," she said lightly.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 14, 2009 1:31:53 GMT -5
"Your in no shape to go out right now." Mikey said, walking over to Jack and grabbing her by the shoulders. He turned her around and steered her back to the table. "If we go off and your like this, we wont stand a chance. We need to work together and be in the best shape possible." He said. He could only imagine the stuff Claudia packed into that place to slow them down.
"Just for a few hours. Get some sleep, heal up, and we'll go." Mikey said. Kind of funny. They had had a break not an hour ago, and it was time for another. Goddamn, this place kept getting worse and worse...
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Post by Reaper on Aug 14, 2009 9:01:20 GMT -5
Jack looked at Mikey and smiled lightly. "Alright," she said as she sat back down in the chair. "Though to be honest even after I feel better I don't know how much help I can be. That woman out weighs me when it comes to using her powers. It was like she wasn't even putting any effort into it," she said as she removed her jacket. She slid off the chair and into the floor. Fluffing her coat up to make a sutable pillow. She laid flat on her stomach finding that the pressure made the pain ease up. "I guess all we can do is see what she has in store, and pray it's not our end," she said lightly before drifting to sleep.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 15, 2009 3:15:44 GMT -5
"Dont think thats far from the truth..." Mikey muttered when Jack said the witch would probably be planning their ends. He didnt doubt it. They were a thorn in her side, and she didnt let those thorns stay there very long. He wasnt sure what she planned to do, but he didnt doubt it was looking bad for them.
He stubbed out his last cigarette of the time and got on the ground on the other side of the table as Jack. He rested his hands on his arms as he usually did and let out a sigh before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 16, 2009 6:18:11 GMT -5
Jack's sleep was restless and rather unwanted. She shifted, and when she moved the wrong way she cried out from the pain. Though eventually it went away, and she felt herself dreaming. A dark world. Blood soaked the ground, and here she stood in the middle of it all. Her hands, her arm, her face, and cloths soaked in it. Bodys laid around her, some still barly moving and begging for an end. Others torn to shrieds and didn't even look reconizable. Jack looked fearful at the site before her. Twisting and turning. her eyes darking, her nose smelling. It was sickning, it was horrifying, and it was her fault. Jack cried out as she did in the real world. Her eyes darting to and fro until they fell on a woman.
Her entire body surrouded by darkness. Jack couldn't see her until the woman was standing in front of her. it was her. Jack just stared at the woman who looked back at her with a senister smile. She gasped heavily as the woman's hand . . . her hand reached out and griped her neck. Her hands drifted to the hands around her neck. Trying to pry them from her kneck. Jack cried out again before she started chocking and struggling for air. "You are weak," she heard the voice echo inside her head. An it was getting harder to breath.
Jack laid on the ground struggling to breath. Tears streamind down her eyes, but wouldn't wake up. Several cried escaped her lips as she continued to gasp for air. Her lips already turing a faint blue, and around her neck for a closer inspection was what almost looked like bruises from someone's hands.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 18, 2009 4:33:26 GMT -5
Mikey had jumped, his hand darting to the gun at his side, when he heard Jack cry out in her sleep. He looked at her, thinking she was having a bad dream. He moved over to her to try and wake her up, only to find that she wasnt breathing. Her face was pale, her lips turning blue. He grabbed her by the shoulders in an attempt to wake her.
"Jack!" He almost yelled, shaking her roughly, almost lifting her off the ground. "Jack!" He yelled, trying to wake her.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 18, 2009 5:16:54 GMT -5
Jack's eyes shot open when Mikey was practically flinging her up and down trying to get her to wake up. She laid there for a moment before she inhaled deeply taking in a bunch of semi-fresh air. She started chocking and coughing as she rolled to her side. She put her hands on her neck as she continued to cough and chock on the air she was in haling. She closed her eyes almost fearful of the image she was going to see, but all it happened to be was the darkness of her eye lids. She let out a sigh of relief as she laid down on the ground. Still breathing heavily as if the air around her was going to disappear. "Great," she mumbled. "Not even my dreams are safe to escape to anymore," she said as she finally sat up. She looked at Mikey with a tired smile. "I'm fine, and thank you for waking me up," she said lightly as she patted him on the shoulders.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 18, 2009 7:02:49 GMT -5
Mikey almost smiled when Jack thanked him for waker her up, as casual as if he had woken her up so she could go to school in the morning. "Ya, sure..." He said, still a bit worried. He stood up and walked over to the bar, taking a look at the bottles behind it. Some of them had some liquid in them. He absently reached into his pocket for a cigarette, lighting it with the strong flame from the zippo.
By some form of good luck, as he saw it, his line of vision saw the flame, and through it, the bottles. His mind started to formulate an idea, and he grinned.
"Check this out." He said, walking behind the bar and grabbing a few of the bottles. He started to look at their labels, putting a few to the side and some he rolled to the other side of the bar. He opened one of the bottles, poured a bit on the bar, and held his zippo to it. The liquid burst into flames, and he slapped his hand down to put it out.
"Thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked Jack. That was sure to be a surprise for those a**holes.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 18, 2009 7:19:59 GMT -5
Jack climbed to her feet and walked to the bar. She smiled lightly as she picked up the bottles and started looking threw them. "Good idea, but if were caught carrying to much around it would be a bit obvious. Granted back then they probably didn't make cocktails like these all too often," she said with a grin. Looking at him, she then looked around the room for some cloth. "Though getting the right chance to use it will be hard. I on the other hand wouldn't mind burning that church or what ever it is down," she pointed out as she pulled out some rags. She looked up at him and grinned. "So whats your plain?"
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Post by Mikey on Aug 18, 2009 8:01:15 GMT -5
"Plan is to light up a few people ourselves." Mikey said, pulling out his knife and using it to cut the rag into strips. "We need to go to the hospital. It's accross town. If we get there, their all pretty f**ked. I'm betting that means they'll throw everything they have at us to try and stop us." He said, prepping the rags in the liquid of various colors.
"We get there, kill em all, free Alessa, and get out of this place. Thats the plan." He said, capping the bottles and looking for a way to carry them. His eye's settled on an old milk crate, a spool of twine nearby. He grabbed the crate, stacked the bottles neatly, tied the twine to the crate, and slung it over his neck. Securing it to his side, he pulled out one of his guns and looked at Jack.
"I'll light, you throw." He said, walking to the door. She probably knew what he meant. Her power was probably more accurate than either of them trying to throw them physically. Plus, it could pack more of a punch that way. "We'll keep moving. The more mobile we are, the less chance they have of finding us." He said. At least he hoped so. He had heard that the longer you stayed in one place the more likely it was that you would be found, so he figured the opposite was true as well. He opened the door and started down the steps, stopping at the bottom to see if Jack was behind him.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 18, 2009 8:12:00 GMT -5
Jack followed after Mikey. Staying close in case they needed to use one of their new toys. She hated the fact that they were going to the hospital. Mostly for the fact that she knew it was going to be worse there. More people, more danger, and that woman. Jack couldn't compete against her, and it was literally starting to hurt more and more. She didn't know how much longer she could keep up with this. Though if it meant in the end her mother would be free, and Mikey would be out of this hell hold. Then she was more than glade to sacrifice her life for it all. Though the fact to see it threw was going to be the hard one. She looked up at Mikey and smiled before focusing on the street. The hospital clear across town, and would take them a bit to walk. Though something was telling her the walk was going to be a piece of cake, but the hospital was something far more worse.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 19, 2009 6:43:32 GMT -5
The walk to the hospital was quiet, no ambushes or creatures in sight. Mikey found it quite odd, they hadnt seen many of the monsters out. He'd only seen two in his time here, the pyramid monster and the one that had tried to attack them in the general store. Was Alessa protecting them from what she could control? It made sense. The pyramid monster helping them at all turns, the lack of monsters in town when they had been rampant at the mall. It fit together in his mind.
But, the peace was slowly draining when they stepped into the gated parking lot of the hospital. Several of the miners were there, armed with their pipes, seemingly waiting for Jack and Mikey. They probably were. They looked at the two outsiders for a moment before they started toward the two in a walk. Mikey didnt understand their methods at all. He was convinced that Claudia had them brainwashed to a terrifying level, the fact that they thought a false god would protect them or that they were under divine protection, drivin by divine mandate to eliminate the heritics. Either way, he knew they died the same as anyone else.
Mikey pulled out one of the bottles and his lighter, lighting the rag in a flash, the rag soaked in the flammable alcohol already. He held it in front of him, to the side to avoid burning his hand, and couldnt help but grin as he looked over at Jack. She had been right. They didnt know what this could be, probably thinking he was as crazy as he thought they were.
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Post by Reaper on Aug 20, 2009 10:30:11 GMT -5
Jack looked at Mikey and nodded. She wasn't about ready to let anything sand in the way of getting to her mother. She grinned slightly as she took the bottle from Mikey. She held her hand open as it seemed to float for a moment, and then with a fling of her wrist the flamable bottle was flying threw the air. Hitting the ground with a rather large explosion, and the two men went flying with some limbs missing. When they hit the ground she grinned slightly.
"Teach them to f**k with us," she growled slightly before moving forward. She looked up at Mikey and grinned slightly. "Coming, we don't have all day," she said lightly as moved toward the front of the hospital. Of course the explosion brought on more of those wanna-be miners. She waved her hand, and like an ocean of ice several of the minners seemed to freeze in place. An yet with another wave of her hand the ice shattered into thousand of pieces killing everyone inside the ice block.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 23, 2009 8:59:14 GMT -5
They made it through the doors of the hospital, in what looked like a lobby. They had made it to the main entrance of the hospital, not the ER entrance. Good. The walk would be shorter. Mikey looked around as if he were looking for something, and waved Jack over. He was looking at a huge map on the wall, framed in a glass and ornate wood picture frame.
"Ok, we need to go..." He said, looking at it. He knew the floor, and he knew the room, just not its location. Problem was... the room wasnt on this map. "f**k!" He said, slamming his fist on the frame and cracking the glass. "This map is wrong. How the f**k is that possible?!" He said, growing angry.
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