cullingsong (cullingsong) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-02-07 20:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew moreau |
March 15, 2013
Andrew and Audric
Outside of Aegis
Progressing the story, no threading necessary (though you can add if you want, Rikki
They were all being careful when it came to Gabriel. Countering his sifting ability was surprisingly easy once they knew what to worry about, and Andrew was confident that he could take him in a fight where that wasn’t involved. The venom wasn’t a threat to him. Kaylee had to be more careful, but she was well-informed and well-guarded. Defense was all it could reasonably be, but they weren’t making much progress in the way of hitting back… They couldn’t find the damn Gancanagh.
It was dark by the time he left Aegis HQ, which was typical lately. It wasn’t a discredit to his senses that he didn’t realize someone had followed him to his car. Maybe this Sidhe could sift as well. The reflection he saw in his drivers-side window wasn’t anyone he recognized, but that didn’t mean anything. Gabriel could take any face he wanted. He wasn’t slow to react, it just didn’t matter. The needle was already piercing his throat by then. It took half a second to lose this fight. It wouldn’t matter that he turned quickly, though the blood he drew with the one hit he got in would prove later that it wasn’t a Gancanagh at all that attacked him.
His back hit the side of the car hard, but he hadn’t been pushed. By then the assassin was gone and it was only the burning in his veins that forced him back, shoving all reason from his head. Someone was crying out, then choking for air, and some dark part of him whispered that this wasn’t bad. It would all stop hurting soon.
Pain. That was the first practical lesson. Even after all these years, he heard his father’s voice, strong and stern, demanding he get up.
Had he fallen?
Fumbling hands searched for the vial, and it was a true miracle that he didn’t just spill it all—or that he even got it open to begin with. Either way, it wasn’t enough to stop the agony. The convulsions had stopped by the time the ambulance arrived. The body hadn’t shut down, but it was hanging by a thread, and he was blessedly unconscious during a ride to the hospital that he had Audric Palais to thank for. It was a good thing the bastard had walked by when he did.