75 Howls: Gotta Love Memory Theatre
Nov. 14th, 2010 12:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coyote_walkingImages are playing on the Network, though Mercy is completely unaware of them.
Mercy's vaulting a barbed wire fence, hunting rifle in hand, and running full out for the lit house in front of her. There is a crash from the front of the house and she veers that way to see a couch crashing through the plate glass window. The living room was destroyed - two werewolves lying dead on the carpet. There was more noise toward the back of the house and she followed, noting the huge hardwood dining room table embedded in the wall. Adam and another wolf were fighting, Adam's side and stomach ripped open enough that she could see rib bones and his intestines. She aimed the Marlin .444, built to kill grizzlies and aimed, waiting for an opening. The next images are a blur, her running to check for Jesse and finding the teenager gone, crying when she discovered Adam still breathed, dragging Adam into her van and heading for Montana, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Then being dressed down by Samuel for not setting Adam's leg before transporting him, wincing at the snap of the leg being rebroken and the horrible sound Adam made, trying desperately not to cry in front of Samuel.
And then the darkness of a vampire seethe, the claustrophobia of the narrow cement stairway, the absolute blackness, and the screaming till Mercy was all but wrapped around Samuel in her fear. Marsilia's attack on Samuel, Mercy's lamb necklace flaring up and burning a mark into the vampire's forehead, the attack of the other vamp moving so fast Mercy never saw it till it grabbed her...
Done with work for the day. Maybe I should get out and walk a little, enjoy the day. Somehow, going running every morning isn't quite the same as taking the time to enjoy a nice fall day.
Mercy's vaulting a barbed wire fence, hunting rifle in hand, and running full out for the lit house in front of her. There is a crash from the front of the house and she veers that way to see a couch crashing through the plate glass window. The living room was destroyed - two werewolves lying dead on the carpet. There was more noise toward the back of the house and she followed, noting the huge hardwood dining room table embedded in the wall. Adam and another wolf were fighting, Adam's side and stomach ripped open enough that she could see rib bones and his intestines. She aimed the Marlin .444, built to kill grizzlies and aimed, waiting for an opening. The next images are a blur, her running to check for Jesse and finding the teenager gone, crying when she discovered Adam still breathed, dragging Adam into her van and heading for Montana, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Then being dressed down by Samuel for not setting Adam's leg before transporting him, wincing at the snap of the leg being rebroken and the horrible sound Adam made, trying desperately not to cry in front of Samuel.
And then the darkness of a vampire seethe, the claustrophobia of the narrow cement stairway, the absolute blackness, and the screaming till Mercy was all but wrapped around Samuel in her fear. Marsilia's attack on Samuel, Mercy's lamb necklace flaring up and burning a mark into the vampire's forehead, the attack of the other vamp moving so fast Mercy never saw it till it grabbed her...
Done with work for the day. Maybe I should get out and walk a little, enjoy the day. Somehow, going running every morning isn't quite the same as taking the time to enjoy a nice fall day.
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Date: Sunday, November 14th, 2010 11:40 pm (UTC)[Mercy's starting to get a sinking feeling about this. And takes a moment to check out what's posted on the Network.]
Oh no. No...
Those... hang on... They won't come off.
Damn.
Sorry.
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