06-24-2014, 04:03 PM
Giovanni scrambled around looking for a weapon when a dark form moved quickly and attacked the creature.
"You won't feed tonight beassst."
The mysterious stranger's voice was feminine, but had an odd hissing timbre to it. Giovanni moved to the floor, halfway sitting and halfway falling, to catch his thoughts. He would help the stranger soon, but then remembered Armande. The man hadn't moved since the creature had attacked. Giovanni thought that this was significant, but his unfocused mind couldn't grasp what the meaning of it was.
Giovanni's hand moved across his wound, and the pain shot through him again. His hand came back stained with his scarlet blood and his heart rate increase.
Gods don't bleed. Gods don't feel pain.
Giovanni thought.
He moved to cover the wound, tearing off his black shirt and tying it around the wound the best he could. Giovanni hoped that it would stop or slow down the bleeding. Giovanni then search the ground and came across an iron pipe. It was covered in rust, but would be sufficient for beating the crap out of whatever that thing was.
Giovanni crawled to it quickly and picked it up. Giovanni stood, but a combination of blood loss and the quickness of the motion caused vertigo. The room spun, and Giovanni teetered backwards until his back touched the wall. He leaned on it to balance.
As the room began to even out, his eyes fell on the creature and the mystery stranger just as they moved to attack each other.
Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, Jun 24 2014, 04:04 PM.
"You won't feed tonight beassst."
The mysterious stranger's voice was feminine, but had an odd hissing timbre to it. Giovanni moved to the floor, halfway sitting and halfway falling, to catch his thoughts. He would help the stranger soon, but then remembered Armande. The man hadn't moved since the creature had attacked. Giovanni thought that this was significant, but his unfocused mind couldn't grasp what the meaning of it was.
Giovanni's hand moved across his wound, and the pain shot through him again. His hand came back stained with his scarlet blood and his heart rate increase.
Gods don't bleed. Gods don't feel pain.
Giovanni thought.
He moved to cover the wound, tearing off his black shirt and tying it around the wound the best he could. Giovanni hoped that it would stop or slow down the bleeding. Giovanni then search the ground and came across an iron pipe. It was covered in rust, but would be sufficient for beating the crap out of whatever that thing was.
Giovanni crawled to it quickly and picked it up. Giovanni stood, but a combination of blood loss and the quickness of the motion caused vertigo. The room spun, and Giovanni teetered backwards until his back touched the wall. He leaned on it to balance.
As the room began to even out, his eyes fell on the creature and the mystery stranger just as they moved to attack each other.
Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, Jun 24 2014, 04:04 PM.