Octavia Blake (hasnohome) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-02-03 22:26:00 |
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OCTOBER 19 (BACKDATED)
OCTAVIA BLAKE ✦ CAPPIE
LEATHERFACE/HALLOWEEN PLOT MEDIUM-HIGH FOR VIOLENCE/PSYCHO VILLAIN COMPLETE |
Even though some of the claw marks and bites on her skin from the hellhounds were still healing, Octavia had been given a thumbs up from the doctors and given official clearance to go back to work a few days earlier. Official clearance because that meant Becker couldn’t argue with the doctors and keep sending her home or loading her up with paperwork to keep her at her desk all day when she came into work anyway. It had been so fucking boring staying at home and unable to really get out and move like she was used to everyday. She might not have been in top shape, but it was enough. It was about mid-morning when she decided to take a quick break from what she was working on and walk down the street to get a bite to eat. Snoozle wasn’t far away, and who could say no to Emilia’s pastries and pancakes? Octavia’s stomach was practically growling just thinking of it. About halfway there, she ducked through a couple buildings to take a shortcut but had a weird feeling that someone was following her. She didn’t see anyone at first, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Since she couldn’t exactly carry a huge sword around town with her like she did back home, she kept a small knife in a pouch tucked into one of her shoes underneath her pant leg. She’d just barely reached for it when she heard the sound of a loud motor behind her. When she looked up, Octavia saw a disfigured man charging towards her with a chainsaw in his hand. “What in the…” She stood there confused for a few moments, but he just kept on coming. She wasn’t usually someone to run from a fight, but he had a big ass electric saw and she had a knife that wasn’t bigger than the palm of her hand. Still, she was going to try using it against him when the chainsaw nearly came inches away from fucking up her other arm. “Who in the hell are you??” She shouted but started running down the alley, trying to get back out onto the main street as fast as she could. Octavia had gotten back out to the street, but she knew the guy was still following her because she could hear the rev of the chainsaw not far behind. What the fuck was wrong with his face? As she looked back, she was still running when she nearly toppled over someone on the street only to realize that it was Cappie. Thank god. “There’s a guy with a chainsaw back there, and it’s like he’s chasing after me. We need to call someone for back up,” She said to him just as the guy came around the corner from the alley and onto the street. “There he is!” College in Atlantis wasn’t like college at home. Cappie has realised that almost as soon as he’d arrived here but it had really hit home when the fall semester had kicked off and he’d had to fit studying in again, around his work at Dive and his relationship with Em. He suspected it was the lack of Greek system that made the difference to his college experience. The classes themselves weren’t too dissimilar but he was finding it hard to gather together any motivation for it all. He’d found himself skipping more lectures than he attended, finding any excuse to sleep in late or hang around at Snoozle, pestering his girlfriend and stealing spoonfuls of cookie dough. He didn’t exactly want to graduate - not just yet - but he couldn’t help wonder whether he was maybe outgrowing the Atlantis college experience. Perhaps he just needed something to inspire him again. He’d make a point to check out the class list and see if there was something new that piqued his fancy next time he was in the Administration building.That could wait, though, since at that moment he was on his way to Snoozle for elevensies. It was a good job Em enjoyed “exercising” as much as she liked baking or he’d be the size and weight of a walrus by now. Cappie was looking down at the screen of his phone as he walked when he felt, rather than heard, someone barrelling into his personal space. Instinctively, he put his arms out to protect himself, finding that the action had the effect of steadying the person that had so suddenly appeared in front of him. It took him a moment to realise that it was Octavia. He’d never seen her so worked up before. Normally she was as cool as a cucumber and putting to shame everyone older than her that only had an ounce of her self-awareness and presence of mind. Cappie frowned as he listened to what Octavia said, unsure whether she was trying to prank him or not. A guy with a chainsaw? “What?” Cappie laughed, although it sounded more nervous than mirthful. His question was answered after only a second, however, when he heard the chilling buzz of the chainsaw and saw its wielder coming around the corner towards them. “Shit!” Cappie yelped, his hands tightening on Octavia’s arms. “There’s a guy with a chainsaw!” Without stopping to think too much, Cappie spun around, pulling Octavia with him, and set off at a sprint, away from the sound of the chainsaw. He was having a hard time processing what he’d just seen but he could have sworn the guy was Leatherface, from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Surely Leatherface couldn’t be here in Atlantis. Surely. Cappie chanced a glance behind him but the sight that greeted him wasn’t at all reassuring. The person following them looked like Leatherface, ran like Leatherface and waved their chainsaw in the same, manic way as Leatherface. Not to mention he seemed to be wearing… well, a leather face. “This is bad,” Cappie yelled to Octavia as they ran. “We need to find somewhere to hide.” They seemed to be faster than Leatherface but Cappie knew they wouldn’t be able outrun him for long. If this were any other time, Octavia would have rolled her eyes at Cappie with a ‘no shit!’ type statement when he finally realized she wasn’t crazy and there really was a lunatic with a chainsaw coming after her. Instead, she ran alongside him through the streets. Other people were seeing this right? He was coming after them, but were they just running and hiding? “What I need is to find some kind of weapon,” she said to him as they ran. “I only have a small knife.” She had a small arsenal of better weapons back in her office and several back in her apartment too. Not to mention whatever others Becker had in his room. Like guns. She really could use a gun right now. She’d faced bigger and stronger opponents than this guy, but none of them were waving around fucking chainsaws. Octavia didn’t understand how the guy was keeping up with them, but he was. They kept running until they were in a weird part of Atlantis that she didn’t completely recognize. That was weird in and of itself since she’d done a lot of exploring ever since she’d gotten here. Ducking around a corner, Octavia grabbed Cappie by the shirt and pulled him into an open doorway, immediately closing the door behind them. “Here, help me shove this table against the door.” It wasn’t a huge table, but it would do for now. After it was set, she immediately took out her phone and tried to call someone. Becker, Sharon, even Clarke or Raven. “This stupid thing isn’t working!” She wanted to throw her phone against a wall, but instead pocketed it and searched around the room for some kind of weapon to use. “Who the hell is this guy? And what is wrong with his face?” Cappie was quick to follow Octavia when she pulled him through an open doorway. He wasn’t an idiot and he’d realised, like Octavia clearly had, that they wouldn’t be able to keep running forever. Not that he felt safe inside the building, even after the table was wedged against the door. Horror movie villains had a horrible habit of popping up again, just when the hero thought they were safe. The sooner they could get backup here to help, the better! Realising that his phone was still in his hand, Cappie checked the screen, hoping that he wouldn’t have the same problem as Octavia. There was no reception. Of course there wasn’t. “Leatherface,” Cappie breathed heavily, sinking down against the wall as he tried to slow his hammering heart. “He’s a cross-dressing, inbred cannibal from a horror movie franchise,” he explained. “And that’s not his face. That’s a mask made out of human skin.” Hopefully, if Octavia hadn’t grasped the gravity of the situation, his last statement would give her an idea of what they were up against. “Leatherface?” Who or what the fuck was a Leatherface? Wearing human skin? Octavia had been known to take a trophy of some kind from some of the people she’d killed, but she’d never taken their skin to make a human skin mask. That was some fucked up Azgeda shit but even then it would have been only something they would have worn in battle. Probably. It made sense that another horror movie villain had shown up in Atlantis, but did it have to be the cannibal with the chainsaw? Normally these would probably be the type of movies that she’d like watching, but definitely not after this. Still searching around the room, Octavia was tossing things left and right but so far was coming up empty. She stopped for just a second to check her phone again for a signal but still nothing. All this technology and it was absolutely worthless right now. Finding a set of cabinets, she flew through each until there was one that a fire extinguisher sitting there. She had no idea how long it had been here or if it would still work, but right now she wasn’t sure if they had another option. She really wished she could find something flammable. “Have you found anything?” She asked Cappie and held up the extinguisher. “All I’ve got is this. If we use it and then find something to beat the shit out of him would that work? Does he have any kind of power?” As soon as she asked the question, the sound of a chainsaw hitting the door vibrated in the room, and after a few seconds they could see evidence of the chainsaw breaking through. “Will this work?!” She asked him again. Cappie watched as Octavia frantically started searching the room; he supposed she was looking for some kind of weapon, although what she expected to find that would be at all useful against a chainsaw he couldn’t imagine. Still, he couldn’t just sit and let her do all the work so, after managing to catch his breath, he shoved his phone in his pocket and crawled over to look through a cupboard that she hadn’t started rifling through yet. “Apart from the same power that all horror movie villains have,” Cappie replied dryly, looking up to where Octavia was brandishing the fire extinguisher. “You know… being really fucking hard to kill!” Somehow, however many times they were shot or run over or pushed from a top storey window, come the final frame, just as the camera pans down to the unzipped body bag, that fucker manages to open his eyes and live to murder another day. The sound of the chainsaw on the outside of the door sent a wave of sheer terror through Cappie. The search of the cupboard had turned up a rusty golf club, which he clung to as he got to his feet, squaring up to the splintering door beside Octavia. “It’ll have to,” he replied, glancing quickly down at her. “Okay, here’s a plan. It’s a sucky one but it’ll have to do. Once he’s inside, one of us sprays the extinguisher in his face, the other one beats the shit out of him with the golf club. Hopefully we can take him down long enough to get the chainsaw off of him or, at least, get the fuck out of here.” He gulped. “So, are you spraying or swinging?” As someone who had really never seen many horror films, Octavia didn’t appreciate the radical crash course she was getting. They had a golf club and a fire extinguisher that she could only pray still worked. Would it be enough? She sure fucking hoped so. Debating on whether or not to keep the extinguisher or take the golf club, the sound of the chainsaw jolted her back to attention, and she immediately swapped with him. While she trusted that Cappie could handle himself in a fight alright, she also knew she was a badass herself. This way, Cappie could spray him without getting too close, and she’d jump out once the guy was distracted. “Stand there and wait for him to get through the door. Spray the shit out of him as soon as he crosses the doorway. I’ll come at him, and hopefully we’ll both catch him by surprise.” She stepped back out of sight form the door so that the freak wouldn’t immediately see her when he came inside, holding the club up like a baseball bat ready to swing for the fences. “And, Cappie? Don’t worry about if you spray me too. Just keep spraying.” The chainsaw grew louder, and jagged, wooden splinters of the door fell to the ground. Maybe a half a minute later, the hole was big enough for Leatherface to step through. Octavia’s heart was pounding in her chest, and as soon as Cappie started the extinguisher, she made her move and began beating the shit out of the bastard. He chose the wrong person to come after with his fucking chainsaw. All of it happened in a big blur. As soon as it looked that he was down for the count and the chainsaw stopped humming, Octavia grabbed Cappie's arm and they bused through the rest of the door and got the fuck out of there and away from the psycho with a chainsaw. "Remind me to never put his movie on my watch list," She said to Cappie as they got back into familiar territory around the towers. She never wanted to see that guy's ugly face covered in human skin ever again. |