coyote_walking | 29 Howls: FYI

He wants me to go into the fire again, but I won't. I'm not doing it.

[He's not making a lot of sense, between the panic and being slightly poisoned. He pounds on the door again.]

Please, Mercy, please get me out!

[She yanked on the padlock desperately, wishing, not for the first time, that she had a werewolf's strength.]

Look, Kyle, let me run back to the house. Then I can get something to open the lock.

You're leaving?!

[The second word was choked out harshly.]

Don't leave me alone here!

Okay, okay, I won't go!

[She ran a hand through her hair, looking around for a rock or something she could use to smash at the lock. She found one and began pounding away.]

[Kyle's head swam and he slumped against the door, feeling sick. The pounding against the padlock echoed painfully in his ears and it didn't seem to be doing much good. At this point, Mercy would need bolt cutters to get the thing to break.]

[Her hands were bruised and bleeding and the padlock hadn't budged.]

Kyle... I have to go get something to get you free. I swear I'll be right back.

[He knew she was right. It didn't make him any happier about the situation.]

...Okay. You have to hurry though. He's poisoned me and I don't know how long I've got left.

Hang on, I swear I'll be back as fast as I can.

[Mercy shifted back, whimpering a little as her front paws hit the ground. She didn't let it stop her, though, just tore back to the house as fast as she could, shifted back and found her collar with the lock picks. It didn't take long to put it on and shift again and take off to the house.

She knew she was going to pay for this much shifting in a short time, but she couldn't leave Kyle. When she arrived back at the little house she shifted back and pulled the lockpicks off the collar and set to work on the lock.]

Kyle? How are you doing?

[Kyle had went from sitting against the door to laying there, pressing his warm face to the cool floor. He was feeling sicker and sicker by the minute and while Mercy was gone he'd had the wild idea that maybe he'd hallucinated her voice in the first place. Maybe no one was coming for him. Hearing her again, he still wasn't sure if he was dreaming.]

Still here....I really hate Halloween, you know?

Horrible holiday.

[Mercy worked at the lock, cursing under her breath at it until she finally heard a click under her hands.]

Man... was that it. Kyle... I think, damn... I got it open!

Oh good.

[Kyle muttered, only half-hearing the words.]

I can't open from this side. No doorknob.

[Which was pretty much the most hysterical thing he'd ever said. Kyle let out a snort of laughter.]

[She flung the lock to the side and yanked at the door, pulling it open. She dropped to her knees to check Kyle.]

Hey, Kyle, thank heavens. What happened? Come on, let's get you out of here!

The usual. Kidnapped, poisoned...the antidote's in there.

[He gestured weakly to the furnace in the center of the room.

In the furnace?

[Mercy swallowed hard.]

How the hell are we supposed to get it out of there?

You don't. It's a trap.

[Kyle sat up with a labored movement, swaying a little.]

If you take the antidote the furnace locks down and starts burning. You have to burn yourself to get out. I did it once.

You did it once? Does this happen often?

[She shivered, not sure if it was in horror or because she was naked.]

Look, let's just get you to the hospital.

Edited 2009-10-30 03:10 (UTC)

It happened before. I got out but I had to burn my hand to do it.

[He tried to get to his knees but quickly slipped back down again as his vision blurred.]

Mercy...I can't walk. I feel really sick.

Dammit.

[She looked at the furnace and then back at Kyle and steeled herself.

Fine. Tell me how to do it and how badly I'm gonna get hurt so I can be prepared.

Edited 2009-10-30 12:55 (UTC)

[Kyle's eyes widened and he grabbed on to her arm, shaking it.]

No! You can't.

[She shook his arm off.]

Shut up, Kyle.

I'm not going to let you die. Give me a better choice and I'll take it, but if not, I'm going to do it and if you tell me how maybe I won't get as badly hurt.

There's an anti-toxin kit at the Beach House. Jack knows where.

You can't get inside that thing, Mercy.

Then call him and tell him to get it ready and meet us halfway.

[She pushed the hair out of her eyes impatiently and reached down to take hold of him gently.]

I'll help you, hell I'll carry you or drag you back if I have to.

[That would be a sight, naked Mercy dragging Kyle around.]

I know I'm not the tallest guy but...

[Gives her a weak smile.]

I think you'd have trouble dragging my ass around.

[She was starting to look more than a little desperate.]

What am I supposed to do then, Kyle?

Just leave you here again ~~and mod Jack and the anti-toxin kit~~? I'm not letting you die!

[Kyle fiddled with his network communicator, leaving a terse message for Jack. He kept a hand on Mercy though, as if he was wary of her leaving or making a leap for the furnace.]

He'll come. He has this thing...he can get places quickly. Just let's get out of this box, okay?

...You should turn back into a coyote, you must be freezing.

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