07-05-2014, 10:38 AM
The woman ignored his order to get away from the creature and a flash of irritation punctured the feeling of the power coursing through him. He couldn't send a second weave of air to pull her away. Guess I'll have to do it the old fashioned way, he thought with frustration. He started down the tunnel ready to grab the tiny woman but her sword flashed at the creature and its head fell to the ground.
Then she turned around and he could see that one of her arms was injured. What the fuck is going on down here? Little woman he could probably bench press all day without breaking a sweat purposely taking on a creature that was easily 350 or 400 pounds and stood over 8 feet tall? Well, when it had a head, that's how tall it was. As if to cement the weirdness, she looked at him and said, "Sorry, I couldn't let you do that. But thank you.
He shook his head- the tension and frustration and confusion creating a nice stew in his head. "What the hell was that girlie?"
The tension and frustration started to boil over into anger at her...foolhardiness or whatever. Ivan didn't know what had been going on but that little woman had been about to die. If he hadn't strung it up with air, her face and chest-the creature had massive claws- woulda been sliced open to the bone. "You were almost killled! When a cop tells you to get back, you do it!"
He looked to Drayson and pulled himself back. The man's demeanor was quiet and calm and Ivan latched on to that. A part of him wanted to laugh out loud at the matter-of-fact-ness that he displayed. This was all old hat to him. Just another day on the job. He could see Drayon head home, maybe stop off for a bite to eat, never once thinking about what he just saw. Mister talking-to-the-waitress-Meh-was-an-interesting-day-at-work-took-care-of-some-trouble-down-in-the-tunnels-hey-can-I-get-a-slice-of-that-pie? Ivan needed that, needed that calm.
His mind flashed to Zoya and great fear suddenly spiked his heart. Had this been the kind of monster she had seen? The thought of her- pushy and headstrong- facing a creature like that...and she had no sword or gun or anything. She coulda been killed that night! She hadn't. But could have. And there he was flirting with her, playin their little game, when she had faced down something like this and gotten away. He was shaking with the possibility. He now understood how she ended up at the that bar throwing back shots. He woulda done the same. In fact, he probably was going to do that.
Drayson's words cut through the chaos in his mind and Ivan appreciated the man taking charge. He was right, they weren't done with their job. He put the woman and the creature and Zoya out of his mind. "Got it, cap'n,"
he said and then moved quickly back down the tunnel to help the other two.
He could see the injured man was on the ground, Mikhailov kneeling over him. The man was talking to himself. But the woman was walking down the tunnel toward him. She was also small and for a brief moment Ivan wondered if she and the other woman had been working together. Weird fucking job if the two of them are monster-chasers. But no, Ivan's gut told him that this was a street girl, maybe even a junkie. Pretty, for all that, though. Made him sad seeing people lost to the hunger, trying to obliterate their minds or demons or whatever. She was walking slowly, like in a trance, looking dejected. He didn't have time to chase her down and help with the injured man.
He smiled at her reassuringly. "Listen miss. I'm gonna need you to stay with us, ok? No one's gonna hurt you."
He looked at Mikhailov and the man. "That guy needs help and I think maybe you do too."
He put his hand on her shoulder to stop her from going further while pulling out his radio to call for an ambulance. Looking down the tunnel toward the creature, he gave the location. He wasn't sure how Drayson was gonna bag and tag the creature but figured the guy knew who to call for that kind of thing. Probably some Monster Cleanup Crew I've never heard of.
He looked back down at the woman- she only came to his shoulder- and then the injured man. "Come on miss. Come with me."
He looked her in the eye. Street kids were so skittish and untrusting- often with good reason, he had to admit. He made his voice as gentle and soothing as possible. "We'll make sure you're safe."
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jul 5 2014, 10:40 AM.
Then she turned around and he could see that one of her arms was injured. What the fuck is going on down here? Little woman he could probably bench press all day without breaking a sweat purposely taking on a creature that was easily 350 or 400 pounds and stood over 8 feet tall? Well, when it had a head, that's how tall it was. As if to cement the weirdness, she looked at him and said, "Sorry, I couldn't let you do that. But thank you.
He shook his head- the tension and frustration and confusion creating a nice stew in his head. "What the hell was that girlie?"
The tension and frustration started to boil over into anger at her...foolhardiness or whatever. Ivan didn't know what had been going on but that little woman had been about to die. If he hadn't strung it up with air, her face and chest-the creature had massive claws- woulda been sliced open to the bone. "You were almost killled! When a cop tells you to get back, you do it!"
He looked to Drayson and pulled himself back. The man's demeanor was quiet and calm and Ivan latched on to that. A part of him wanted to laugh out loud at the matter-of-fact-ness that he displayed. This was all old hat to him. Just another day on the job. He could see Drayon head home, maybe stop off for a bite to eat, never once thinking about what he just saw. Mister talking-to-the-waitress-Meh-was-an-interesting-day-at-work-took-care-of-some-trouble-down-in-the-tunnels-hey-can-I-get-a-slice-of-that-pie? Ivan needed that, needed that calm.
His mind flashed to Zoya and great fear suddenly spiked his heart. Had this been the kind of monster she had seen? The thought of her- pushy and headstrong- facing a creature like that...and she had no sword or gun or anything. She coulda been killed that night! She hadn't. But could have. And there he was flirting with her, playin their little game, when she had faced down something like this and gotten away. He was shaking with the possibility. He now understood how she ended up at the that bar throwing back shots. He woulda done the same. In fact, he probably was going to do that.
Drayson's words cut through the chaos in his mind and Ivan appreciated the man taking charge. He was right, they weren't done with their job. He put the woman and the creature and Zoya out of his mind. "Got it, cap'n,"
he said and then moved quickly back down the tunnel to help the other two.
He could see the injured man was on the ground, Mikhailov kneeling over him. The man was talking to himself. But the woman was walking down the tunnel toward him. She was also small and for a brief moment Ivan wondered if she and the other woman had been working together. Weird fucking job if the two of them are monster-chasers. But no, Ivan's gut told him that this was a street girl, maybe even a junkie. Pretty, for all that, though. Made him sad seeing people lost to the hunger, trying to obliterate their minds or demons or whatever. She was walking slowly, like in a trance, looking dejected. He didn't have time to chase her down and help with the injured man.
He smiled at her reassuringly. "Listen miss. I'm gonna need you to stay with us, ok? No one's gonna hurt you."
He looked at Mikhailov and the man. "That guy needs help and I think maybe you do too."
He put his hand on her shoulder to stop her from going further while pulling out his radio to call for an ambulance. Looking down the tunnel toward the creature, he gave the location. He wasn't sure how Drayson was gonna bag and tag the creature but figured the guy knew who to call for that kind of thing. Probably some Monster Cleanup Crew I've never heard of.
He looked back down at the woman- she only came to his shoulder- and then the injured man. "Come on miss. Come with me."
He looked her in the eye. Street kids were so skittish and untrusting- often with good reason, he had to admit. He made his voice as gentle and soothing as possible. "We'll make sure you're safe."
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jul 5 2014, 10:40 AM.