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Shane Marion ([info]wolfishane) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2009-12-05 14:22:00

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Entry tags:big bad wolf, willful child

Who: Shane and Piper, followed by a coterie
What: The Indiana Jones Boulder of Plot--in which there will be hunting, stabbing, psychics, and blood.
Where: Out and about in New York
When: Tonight
Warnings: Expect blood, swearing, and death.



It had been an informant who'd told Shane about the family's moves to tighten their grip on Boyd. He'd gone home and written her that note immediately after, slipping it under her door with its jagged lettering and frantic text calculated to be as disturbing as possible. He hoped it would get her attention, and startle her into pulling away from her duplicitous family.

It wasn't enough.

He'd been planning on going after Tommy later in the week, since the timing would be better, but he decided to move his plans forward. He told himself it was more convenient this way, that waiting wouldn't really make much of a difference. He told himself this even as he pushed back thoughts of tearing Tommy apart with his bare hands. No. It wasn't going to happen that way, not with this one. Maybe he'd move a little quicker than he expected, but he was going to do it right.

He headed out of Bellum with his hands in the pockets of his coat, walking toward the Giancoma headquarters. Tommy would be getting out of work in half an hour, and by then, it would be dark. When he left, he'd follow him, and when they got into some quiet alley, he'd be ready with the gun in his pocket. Simple. Tommy was sure to be armed, but it would be an easy thing to come up behind him in the dark. He'd die without ever knowing what had happened. This was one body he planned to leave for the police to find. He wanted the Giancomas to know someone was coming after them again.

He was so intent on his goal, so distracted by the sheer effort it took to keep his thoughts focused on it and nothing else, that he wasn't nearly as careful as usual, neglecting to make sure no one was following him.


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[info]pied
2009-12-05 09:39 pm UTC (link)
Piper hadn't been kidding about making finding Daniel's blackmailer his main priority. He'd spent the night going over the known residents of the building, and even thought he didn't really think Shane capable, even he had to admit that it might be the best fit.

He knew Shane had killed someone, knew Shane sprouted claws and teeth and tried to kill him. Maybe he'd killed the guy in the alleyway, and maybe he thought Daniel had gotten wise. Maybe keeping Daniel locked up was the best way to ensure his own safety.

Piper couldn't discount him.

He'd never embarked on a spying mission before, but he knew how to be completely silent. It was something he'd played at as a child - trying to make no sound whatsoever, to experience life as his parents did.

Following Shane out of the building unnoticed was easy, but keeping track of him wasn't. A few alleys and sharp turns, and he'd lost him. That wasn't enough to make Piper give up, however. He wandered, and he listened, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his thoughts completely focused on listening for any signs of Shane.

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[info]wolfishane
2009-12-06 03:42 am UTC (link)
Tommy was the perfect target, really. Too proud of his own abilities to bring bodyguards along for his walk, too practical to drive the relatively short distance to his apartment, he opened himself up wide for attack.

Which wasn't to say Shane himself didn't have flaws in his approach this evening. When he crossed back over Piper's field of vision he was a good block behind Tommy. A few blocks more, and things were dead quiet. Tommy's building was close, and if Shane was going to move, he had to move now.

Tommy wasn't foolish enough to turn into an alley, but that didn't mean Shane couldn't approach him from one. He cut a block over, making it down a dark alley in time to make it to the other end, leaning against the brick, waiting for Tommy to pass.

He thought briefly of going for the gun in his pocket, but the decision was made for him as his claws slid out from the bones in his fingers. He hadn't planned for it, he hadn't intended to do it that way again, but just one more couldn't hurt. It would feel more right, more fitting. Just one more.

Tommy was coming up close. He could hear his footsteps--better yet, he could smell him coming.

The next few moments were a flurry of movement. As soon as he was within reach, Shane's hand snaked out to grab him by his shirt front and pull him into the alley. But he hadn't considered the claws, which ripped right through the shirt and left him holding a handful of fabric. Tommy, for his part, said nothing, even as Shane regained his balance and he lashed out with a glinting object that Shane was only able to identify as a knife as it connected with his skin.

He hissed. Tommy was good. He'd gone low and aimed up, anticipating that Shane would be wearing a vest of some kind. He grabbed at him again, trying to get at his throat, his face to incapacitate him, anything. His movements were wild and open, and Tommy dodged back twice before going in with the knife again.

Shane just managed to move out of the way, but as he did, something pulled in his stomach. He stepped back again and found himself inexplicably falling backwards.

He tried to sit up, but found Tommy was already over him, knife poised to strike again. This one would be to kill. As he lifted his head, Shane saw a seeping red spot low on his shirt.

He stared up at Tommy and realized he was likely about to die. Tommy's eyes were wide, whites showing, insane with fury over being attacked. Shane tried to move to grab him but was fended off easily. Fuck, he'd lost more blood than he'd thought. "You're that sneaky motherfucker that's been picking people off," he said, eyes lighting with triumph as he lowered the knife, resting it against Shane's neck. "Wait until I tell the boys I'm the one that took you down. I'll be a king for bringing them your head." His smile was nasty.

"Yeah. I think I'll cut it off."

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[info]pied
2009-12-06 04:04 am UTC (link)
Piper had just about given up the search when Shane crossed his path again. He'd been circling and getting nowhere, and he took Shane's reappearance as some sort of sign. He crouched behind a dumpster as Shane started down the alley he was hiding in, and he waited. His intention was to follow Shane once Shane passed, but that didn't quite work out as intended.

The moment he realized there was someone else in the alley, Piper knew he was in trouble. He swallowed back a groan as Daniel's voice in his head chastised him for getting into something he couldn't handle, and he shoved it away. Daniel was not to become his subconscious voice.

His head jerked up when he heard the flurry of movement, and he saw the glint of the knife in the moonlight. Oh, Shit. His breathing came faster, and he started to panic. He had no experience with anything violent, and he cowered back against the alley wall, praying that Shane could handle this guy himself.

It wasn't clear to Piper who had started what, but he knew Shane had come up behind the other man, cut him off, and that made him nervous. He already knew Shane had killed someone, but as the sickening sound Shane made as the knife made contact with his skin reached him, all of that flew out of his mind.

He moved forward quickly, silently, and he pulled the flute out from his back pocket with utter and complete quiet - or so he thought. He could see the blood seeping through Shane's shirt as he walked up behind the other man, and he lifted the flute to his lips.

Before the instrument even neared his face, the man turned and knocked it from Piper's hands. He cursed loudly, and he almost managed to dodge the knife the man was wielding. A bright stain of crimson welled up from shoulder to hip as the fabric of his shirt was cut, and his instinct was to run.

But one look at Shane let him know that was not an option. The man swung the knife at him again, and it connected with Piper's arm. He hissed, and he shoved at the man, shoved him hard. His goal had been to get him away, just that, just so he could grab his flute. The man fell to the ground, and Piper dashed forward to crouch beside Shane, pressing fingers to the bleeding wound on Shane's stomach, his hands becoming as sticky damp as his arm and his torso.

The man's sickening scream as he landed on the concrete made him stop, fingers freezing, afraid to look over his shoulder.

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[info]wolfishane
2009-12-06 04:13 am UTC (link)
Shane stared up at Tommy, his vision slightly fuzzy. He was losing blood fast, he noted dimly, and even if Tommy didn't kill him it was up in the air whether or not he could survive a wound like this, if it was as deep as he thought it was.

While he waited to be killed, his only real thought was of Boyd. Who was going to protect her now?

When Tommy turned to devote his attention to someone else in the alley, Shane tried to lever himself up to his elbows, at least. One good look at his stomach was all he needed to know that it was bad, maybe even worse than he'd thought.

By the time he looked up, Piper was already rushing toward him, and his focus was blurred enough that he wasn't sure exactly where Tommy had gone. He had just enough thought for bland surprise at seeing Piper here--had he followed him, was it chance?--and then Piper was on him, checking his wound as wet warmth continued to seep over his hip. The smell of blood blocked out almost everything else, and made it even harder to concentrate. When Piper touched it Shane tried to pull away, shifting his hips, which only made it hurt more. The adrenaline was seeping out of him the longer he lay there, and the longer he lay there, the more it hurt.

Then there was a scream, Shane searched for the source and spotted Tommy, though he was too wrapped up in the pain blood hurt to process what had gone wrong.

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[info]pied
2009-12-06 04:28 am UTC (link)
Piper swallowed nervously, his fingers shaking, then his hands, then his entire body by the time he stood up. He pulled off the outer shirt he was wearing, and he balled it up against the wound in Shane's stomach, applying pressure then tugging Shane's hand over to hold it in place.

He thought he told Shane to hold it there, to keep pressure on it, but he was signing it and not speaking. He had no conscious idea that he was doing it.

He approached the man, who was face down, slowly and he knelt beside him and turned the him over tentatively. When he did, tears of panic started streaming down his cheeks. The knife was sticking out of the man's throat, and he was gurgling, blood coming from his mouth.

With panicked fingers, Piper did the only thing he could think to do: He grabbed the knife, and he pulled it out. The spray of blood that coated him was hot and thick, and his white t-shirt was quickly soaked. For his part, all Piper could do was stare in shock as the man writhed, then stilled.

A small sound from Shane, and he crawled back to him, the other man's knife still clutched in his fingers. He tugged Shane's arm, wanting him to get to his feet, but unable to actually say the words. His face was ashen white, despite the blood covering it, and he had no idea what to do.

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[info]auguries
2009-12-06 05:20 am UTC (link)
Shiloh and Aaron were on their way back from going out for coffee, and Shiloh was smiling over at Aaron. It had been a bad first day of school, yes, but that had smoothed over. And Shiloh was already working through ideas in his mind to get Aaron tutored at home, where he felt safe.

The night was cool, and he shoved his hands further into his pocket.

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 05:25 am UTC (link)
Aaron had his hands in his pockets too, and his hat on, and his jacket zippered up under his chin, but that made as much difference as an umbrella in a tempest. As they passed a shadowed alley, Aaron came to a complete dead stop, seizing up in a way that Shiloh would find disturbingly familiar. Breaking out of it in a shorter time than before, however--one one thousand, two one thousand, three--Aaron rotated on the spot to face the alleyway and stare into it with wide, frightened eyes.

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[info]auguries
2009-12-06 05:31 am UTC (link)
Shiloh did recognize the dead stop, and he didn't like it. It meant there was trouble, and he wasn't about to let Aaron get caught in whatever it was that was happening. One glance down the alley showed him a quick flash of blood on white, and the next minute he had his fingers in Aaron's sleeve, and he was pulling on him. "Keep walking."

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 05:36 am UTC (link)
Shiloh's anxiety couldn't sink through Piper's panic and Shane's pain. The tug on his sleeve didn't even register with Aaron; without looking sideways he took a step forward into the alley, and then another. They both wanted help, and they wanted it so bad was that anytime he could fight his way to the surface of the wave of emotion that came with the basic human urge to survive, all he wanted to do was help them so it would stop. The sight of the blood did register on his face, but not nearly enough. He was too busy trying to keep some sense of self, and his footsteps stopped only a couple yards away from Shane's prone form and Piper's crouching one. There was no question of danger; there was no anger here. Piper was going into shock, and his emotions were becoming frozen white confusion.

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[info]wolfishane
2009-12-06 05:49 am UTC (link)
Shane had managed to pull himself up to sit, and was summoning the energy to get to standing when he looked up and saw Aaron, there. His first reaction was a deeper level of shock and frustration--he was starting to hallucinate, not a good sign--before he realized that Aaron was, in fact, real.

His eyes were glazed, and he felt slightly outside his own body. Though he knew intellectually that it didn't really matter whether he lived or died, something else had locked into place and was keeping him from simply laying down and bleeding out. It was there behind his eyes, a desperate, animal intent on survival.

"Get the fuck out of here," he growled, with enough of a hoarse rumble behind it to give it weight despite how pale and clearly injured he was. There were claws on his hands and a hint of sharp teeth in his mouth. He didn't have to try very hard to look like a nightmare. If this kid had any sense, he would run far, far away and pretend this had all been a dream, since if he decided to be well meaning and call 911, he was fucked. Piper possibly moreso.

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[info]auguries
2009-12-06 05:56 am UTC (link)
Shiloh tugged Aaron to a stop by the back of his jacket, resigning himself to the fact that he was going to have to get involved in this, even if he didn't want to. He passed Aaron, and he walked straight up to Shane and got in his face. His voice was deadly calm, and if he was disconcerted by claws or fangs, he didn't show it. "Don't talk to him like that." It wasn't a request, and it didn't sound like one. He recognized this man, now that he was close to him. He'd seen him enter the building as he'd arrived the first day. He lived in Bellum.

One glance past Piper revealed the body sprawled in the alley behind him, and he looked back at Aaron. "Go."

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 06:04 am UTC (link)
If Aaron heard Shane, he showed no sign. His eyes were visible even in the low light, white and round, expression almost slack with the inundation of pain and now desperation. There was likewise no reaction to Aaron's command, and it was as if he did not see him. He stepped forward again, but this time it was in blood, and he made a thick, animal noise in the back of his throat, retreating from the residual agony.

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[info]wolfishane
2009-12-06 06:13 am UTC (link)
Shane pushed past Piper, still frozen in panic and disbelief, and grabbed hold of the wall. He managed to stand, wavering a little.

He staunchly ignored Aaron and Shiloh, who he now vaguely recognized from the once or twice he'd seen him in the building over the past few days. Instead he pulled off his coat, a laborious feat, and tossed it at Piper.

"Put that on," he said, not explaining his reasoning--that no one needed to see Piper bloody, and he'd be damned before he saw Piper linked to this. Then he began walking toward the mouth of the alley, his hand on the brick. He could worry about Aaron and Shiloh and the body after he was somewhere safe with the hole in his stomach stitched up. He was going to either get back to the building or die in the attempt. He didn't really have any other options.

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[info]auguries
2009-12-06 06:18 am UTC (link)
Shiloh started moving as soon as Shane threw the jacket. "Aaron, go check to make sure there's no one on the sidewalk." His voice was deceptively calm, as if everything was completely in control and none of this was in any way strange. Inside, he was a maelstrom of crashing emotions of fear and uncertainty, but outside, he calmly helped Piper into the jacket and tugged it closed on him. A tug, and Piper followed wordlessly. Shock was better than screaming, Shiloh knew from experience, and he was grateful for it.

He had his arm around Shane's waist before Aaron had even moved. "Don't argue with me," he told Shane, before Shane had a chance to protest. "Aaron?"

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 06:24 am UTC (link)
Aaron made another sound, this one was some attempt at communication, and he managed a slight nod. He pulled back away from the blood with a look of such horror that his complexion was like wax under the streetlight as he moved next to Piper, and then past him. He looked back at Shiloh, and shook his head slightly. There wasn't anyone there.

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[info]pied
2009-12-06 06:32 am UTC (link)
Piper's feet moved without him realizing it, and he followed unseeing. He felt, occasionally, Shiloh's hand on his sleeve, guiding him, and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He kept looking over his shoulder, toward the alley, where he knew the dead man was. He wanted his flute. He patted his pockets, but he couldn't find it, and all he did was make himself even bloodier than he was originally.

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[info]wolfishane
2009-12-06 06:37 am UTC (link)
Shane tried to pull from Shiloh's grip, but it was half-hearted. That self-preservation instinct kicked in again and he leaned a little on him, trying to support himself as much as possible and continue ignoring the twisting pain in his side. The streets were pretty quiet, and he kept himself on the inside of the sidewalk to make the bright, unmistakable red stain on his shirt less visible to anyone who might be walking on the other side of the street.

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[info]auguries
2009-12-06 06:40 am UTC (link)
Even a full-fledged attempt to flee wouldn't have met with any success, had Shane tried it. Shiloh was tall and thin, but he wasn't a weakling. He'd grown up working the land, and avoiding blows and there wasn't a bit of softness on him.

"What room are you in?" he asked Shane, even as he reassuringly patted Aaron's shoulder with his gloved hand. "It'll be okay, Aaron," he assured, nodding toward the door of the building when it came in to view.

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 06:45 am UTC (link)
Aaron gave Shiloh a rather blank look, but again did not reply. He drifted back, inexplicably, to Piper, where he walked next to him. Every time Piper looked back at the alley, Aaron would pause and wait for him to start walking again.

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[info]wolfishane
2009-12-06 06:51 am UTC (link)
Focusing on something outside of putting one foot in front of the other and keeping his hands out of sight and close to his chest was a real effort. So much time passed between the question and the answer that it seemed like he didn't intended on responding. "601," he said, at last gritting his teeth as he almost tripped over an uneven piece of pavement.

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[info]auguries
2009-12-06 06:57 am UTC (link)
It was the tripping over the cement that sealed the fact that Shane couldn't go up to 601 on his own, and he suspected - remembering the body in the alley - that he wouldn't go to the hospital either. As they neared the door to Bellum, he spoke loudly enough for Aaron to hear him. "Aaron, opinion?" he asked, nodding his head to Shane. He couldn't believe he was asking his brother to give him a mental readout on a possible killer, but there it was.

The other guy, the one that wasn't talking, his injuries were minor and he just needed to get somewhere with someone who could deal with the shock he was in. "What apartment?" he asked Piper, who didn't answer.

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 07:03 am UTC (link)
Aaron moved away from the shell-shocked blonde, stepping up on the other side of Shiloh, quiet, obedient, but at least in his right mind. Piper had receded past the point of leaving any emotional trail at all, and Shane's concentration was all on the pain. Keeping Shiloh between himself and Shane, Aaron reluctantly took one hand out of his jacket pocket and stretched out his fingers through the air in the bleeding man's direction, first two extended, the others curving and loose. After a moment he took in a breath and pulled his hand back. avoiding Shane's eyes.

To Shiloh he said, softly. "He's hurt. Confused. He's sorry. He's worried." Briefly he looked back at Piper, and then into Shiloh's eyes. "It's okay."

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[info]wolfishane
2009-12-06 07:20 am UTC (link)
The entrance to the building was close, now, and Shane's eyes were fixed on it. His vision had cleared a little when he got moving, but his head was light. He wasn't going to make it much further. When he got inside, he'd have to get into the elevator and just hope it took him to the right floor.

When Aaron spoke, his unfamiliar voice caught Shane's attention. He didn't know at first what Aaron was talking about. Then realization dawned, and his eyes widened a fraction. It was almost enough to distract him from the pain. He didn't say anything, didn't do more than look sharply over at him, confused with a note of fear buried beneath it.

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[info]auguries
2009-12-06 07:23 am UTC (link)
Shiloh didn't lead Shane to the elevator or the stairs, he led him to 104, and he tugged on Piper's sleeve, pulling him to a stop. "What apartment is he in?" he asked, motioning to Piper, nodding toward the doorknob, so that Aaron could open it.

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[info]wolfishane
2009-12-06 07:42 am UTC (link)
"201," he said. Single syllable responses were, at least, something he could manage. He didn't like the looks of things, even as was herded into the apartment. He didn't have the energy to protest anymore, though, and allowed himself to be lead. As soon as he was capable of climbing the stairs to his apartment, he would. For now, he was going to just wait and see if he made it through tonight.

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[info]auguries
2009-12-06 07:45 am UTC (link)
Shiloh led Shane to his bedroom, to his bed. He knew Shane was going to need that wound taken care of, and he really rathered Aaron not be present. Shiloh had plenty of experience sewing and patching things up on himself, but he didn't want Aaron to know that.

"Aaron, can you help the other one upstairs?" he asked. "Don't touch him if you don't have to."

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 07:48 am UTC (link)
Aaron hesitated, nodded, and then vanished from the bedroom doorway. He would not touch Piper, because he was wearing Shane's jacket, but he herded him along with his presence out the door and up the stairs.

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[info]pied
2009-12-06 07:56 am UTC (link)
Piper didn't stop on the second floor, and he didn't turn around to see if Aaron was still following him. The closer he got to the roof, the faster he moved, and by the time he reached the door at the foot of the stairs, he was practically running. He lost his footing on the steps to the roof more than once, and by the time he reached the top he was just as out of breath as he was pale and panicked.

He didn't even knock on the sliding glass door to Daniel's apartment, he just slid against it and banged his head back against it over and over, again and again.

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 08:03 am UTC (link)
At first, Aaron didn't know what to do as Piper's shock seemed to wear out into something like the panic from before. He understood, however, that they were moving toward safety rather than truly fleeing something behind, and so he pursued, with some vague notion that this guy was his responsibility until he got to wherever he was going. There was a brief hesitation at the foot of the dark stair, but it climbed, and then the cold winter air hit him hard, and he realized that the spooky garden was actually on the roof.

Aaron had an advantage over most, however, and he knew there was no one and nothing that wanted to hurt him in the darkness. He pursued Piper to the glass doors hidden by the curtains, alarmed by his behavior as the panic continued to spiral. "Stop!" When Piper did not respond, Aaron hesitated and then, pulling his sleeve over his hand, he pulled on the neck of Piper's shirt, avoiding Shane's coat as best he could.

The thin protection was not quite enough, and Aaron's eyes briefly glazed over as every recent, strong emotion took over.

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[info]pied
2009-12-06 08:29 am UTC (link)
Piper was easy to tug away from the glass the small amount it would take to keep him from hitting his head against it, and his eyes focused on Aaron for the briefest of moments, before looking back at the sliding glass door. Without standing, he reached for the door handle and tried, fruitlessly, to tug it open. A moment later, and he was on his feet, banging on it frantically.

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 08:42 am UTC (link)
Aaron came back to himself. Without touching Piper this time, he pushed in and interposed himself between one blow and the next. "They're asleep," he said, looking at him hard and willing him to understand. Whoever was inside, he could feel the old fear that was practically in every pore of the place, and the person inside had the distant vagueness of someone in slumber. "Deep asleep. They're not waking up because they wore out from being afraid. Do you understand? Just wait a second, okay?"

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[info]pied
2009-12-06 08:46 am UTC (link)
Piper didn't understand how a second was going to wake Daniel up, and all he wanted was to get inside where it was safe, because Daniel, he knew, wouldn't let anything happen to him. Regardless, he nodded, too shocked and terrified and bleeding to do anything else. He didn't even ask how Aaron knew, who Aaron was. He couldn't.

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 08:51 am UTC (link)
"Okay." Aaron turned around and faced the glass. Fuck, he really didn't want to do this. He put his palm against the glass.

Thirty seconds later, Aaron's hand dropped to his side. He wavered a little bit on his feet, but pointed off to their left, where the glass curved away into the wall erected to divide the bedroom from the now exposed conservatory. "In there. Bang on it again over there."

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[info]pied
2009-12-06 08:56 am UTC (link)
Piper didn't know why he trusted what the kid was telling him to do, but he did. Possibly it was sheer desperation, possibly it was the way he wavered on his feet, as if he was feeling something terrible. Regardless, Piper took his fists to the glass, bloodying it from the outside with near-dried blood.

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[info]backoff
2009-12-06 09:02 am UTC (link)
"Now stop," Aaron's voice snapped out again. "They're coming. They're coming, okay? Just stay right here. Don't move."

Aaron did not want to be on that balcony when whoever it was came out. The self-loathing, the bitter frustration, and worst of all, the spiraling guilt and suicidal helplessness--it drove him back as sure as anything ever could. He vanished off the balcony down the stair as the lock on the glass door clicked open.

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