05-17-2015, 05:49 PM
The rising smell was unmistakable; Torri recognized sulphur immediately. It reminded her of chemistry lab in school. She wrinkled her nose and looked around her for the source of the odor. All swung into motion in the next few moments like a battle suddenly erupted in the restaurant.
Her chair flung backward from the table, and she barely acknowledged the sound of it hitting the floor behind her. A male was screaming like he was about to spontaneously combust, and Torri's shocked heart went cold with focus.
The cops that Drayson recognized herded people away from the scene, any whom did not rush away on their own. She wasn't one of them.
She hastened to his side, meeting Dorian's intense companion there. Together she made to lay the man down. The left carotid spewed blood, which she tried to divert with her palms laid across the wound in his throat. Enormous lacerations were opened in his chest. If he was already laid out on an operating table there would be a chance to save him, but before she could ask for emergency aide, the spray of blood slowed to a trickle, then pooled in the wound, and finally stopped altogether. The heart stopped, and Torri sat back on her knees. Her jeans and sweater were splattered. No human could survive an attack of that magnitude.
She met the other man's eyes, frowning as she did. Wordlessly she pushed up and retrieved a napkin from an empty table, wiping off her hands as she did. The instrument of the man's death was no where to be seen, yet Torri examined the area anyway. Finally, she noticed the smell of sulphur was gone, as were most of the people.
Her chair flung backward from the table, and she barely acknowledged the sound of it hitting the floor behind her. A male was screaming like he was about to spontaneously combust, and Torri's shocked heart went cold with focus.
The cops that Drayson recognized herded people away from the scene, any whom did not rush away on their own. She wasn't one of them.
She hastened to his side, meeting Dorian's intense companion there. Together she made to lay the man down. The left carotid spewed blood, which she tried to divert with her palms laid across the wound in his throat. Enormous lacerations were opened in his chest. If he was already laid out on an operating table there would be a chance to save him, but before she could ask for emergency aide, the spray of blood slowed to a trickle, then pooled in the wound, and finally stopped altogether. The heart stopped, and Torri sat back on her knees. Her jeans and sweater were splattered. No human could survive an attack of that magnitude.
She met the other man's eyes, frowning as she did. Wordlessly she pushed up and retrieved a napkin from an empty table, wiping off her hands as she did. The instrument of the man's death was no where to be seen, yet Torri examined the area anyway. Finally, she noticed the smell of sulphur was gone, as were most of the people.