03-28-2024, 09:15 AM
This was dangerous. So fucking dangerous. Why was he trusting this guy? Of all the people who begged for their lives, why was he trusting this one man? It wasn't his friendly face, maybe inspite of that. He wasn't afraid. Ashton had seen what he could do how he destroyed that gorilla thing in the ring. He'd seen the videos. He was in charge at the club. Something about his said he could do this even drugged up and dying he could do it.
God, Ashton hoped he could do it or they were all dead.
He handed the arm and wallet through the bars and Nox took them with care. His body still moved sluggish, but he attached the arm with ease and turned the wallet on nearly before the arm finished attaching.
And then he looked through the bars. "I need some time, how much do I have before he starts looking for his dinner?"
Ashton shrugged. "I don't know. A few hours. But there is no telling for real. I could give him a different heart. It would be nothing to send Noah down to the dealer and get one."
Nox visibly shuttered and gagged. Ashton felt the same, but it was what his life was. "Don't risk your people. Just get them all out. If there's a Rougarou you trust among them save him. Those boys are going to need someone to teach them."
Ashton smiled. Though Nox didn't return it. "Max is a good man. Less tainted by the disease. But..."
"Deteriorating because he's not eating human flesh, got it. It's a mutation nothing can be done about it that we've found... yet." Nox mumbled something afterwards to himself. "Not that the Atharim ever tried either."
He was done with words and he started doing pushups on the ground. "What are you doing?"
"Getting this shit out of my system."
He didn't look good, but that didn't stop him. Sweat poured over his brow, and he grunted with every push up and sagged to the ground with each down. Ashton was starting to regret this. "I'll send Noah and the others to the shop. Get that heart. You don't look good."
"Wicked, get this kid my address." He looked at Ashton through the bars. The fire of before was burning in his eyes but Ashton knew it wasn't at him this time. "Wicked will get you my address. And a path to my place without being seen. Send them there. It'll be safe there."
God, Ashton hoped he could do it or they were all dead.
He handed the arm and wallet through the bars and Nox took them with care. His body still moved sluggish, but he attached the arm with ease and turned the wallet on nearly before the arm finished attaching.
And then he looked through the bars. "I need some time, how much do I have before he starts looking for his dinner?"
Ashton shrugged. "I don't know. A few hours. But there is no telling for real. I could give him a different heart. It would be nothing to send Noah down to the dealer and get one."
Nox visibly shuttered and gagged. Ashton felt the same, but it was what his life was. "Don't risk your people. Just get them all out. If there's a Rougarou you trust among them save him. Those boys are going to need someone to teach them."
Ashton smiled. Though Nox didn't return it. "Max is a good man. Less tainted by the disease. But..."
"Deteriorating because he's not eating human flesh, got it. It's a mutation nothing can be done about it that we've found... yet." Nox mumbled something afterwards to himself. "Not that the Atharim ever tried either."
He was done with words and he started doing pushups on the ground. "What are you doing?"
"Getting this shit out of my system."
He didn't look good, but that didn't stop him. Sweat poured over his brow, and he grunted with every push up and sagged to the ground with each down. Ashton was starting to regret this. "I'll send Noah and the others to the shop. Get that heart. You don't look good."
"Wicked, get this kid my address." He looked at Ashton through the bars. The fire of before was burning in his eyes but Ashton knew it wasn't at him this time. "Wicked will get you my address. And a path to my place without being seen. Send them there. It'll be safe there."