Edith Olson (skintightsecret) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-10-31 20:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | chase beckett, edith olson, tristan cadwalader |
Who: Eddie, Tristan, and Chase
What: Eddie attacks Chase and other Arkin thugs after she and Tristan spot them. Tier jump.
When: Friday October 31st; near midnight
Where: Quiet street in Churchill
Warnings: Stabbing, intended murder
Status: COMPLETE
Normally on a holiday night like this - one that doubled as a weekend night - Tristan and Eddie might have stayed out later. But there was such an expression as too much of a good thing and once they were tired enough and had all of the fun there was to have, they checked out early. Maybe it made them old fuddy-duddies. She didn't care. It had been, like she'd promised to herself, a good night. She got to talk to Mink a bit, though it left her a touch worried he seemed to be doing mostly alright. She got to dance with Julie and Frank and Tristan and avoided most of the rabble and felt elated by the time she and her boyfriend side-eyed each other with the decision to retire for the evening. Her hand was linked with his as they walked, sometimes swinging, sometimes absentmindedly running her thumb along his. They chatted and wandered back to his apartment in the empty streets, everyone either in bed or still at the party. As they crossed the vacant street, she automatically sensed five other figures nearby. Tristan's powers had probably alerted him as well. But a shared look in the middle of their conversation had them continuing walking as if it was nothing. One man laughed as the group came down the sidewalk from the opposite end, faces covered to block out the chillier weather and she had no interest in making eye contact until one of them wolf whistled. She looked up, immediately bristling, but as she saw the portions of their faces, a rock plummeted into her stomach. There was no way to explain it; no way to know how to tell Tristan - but the eyes of one of those men - she knew. She remembered his voice in her ear, the flippant apology as they drugged her and the darkness took her. She thought she'd be afraid if she ever saw those eyes again. Thought she'd cry and run and beg to be spared. But no - these men were here and on a quiet street and if they were here for her - or, worse, here for Tristan - she wasn't afraid. Adrenaline suddenly pumped through her veins. Pure, unadulterated rage. It happened faster than anyone could predict. Her grip tore from his and blades were in both her hands. Her body dispersed into a shade, reforming behind the first man. Before he could block, a knife was in his shoulder and he was screaming in both surprise and extreme pain. The blade was pulled out as he spun to face her, but she kicked him in the gut with the full force of her leg. He stumbled back but she had already disappeared, reappearing to the side of the man at the far right, having drawn his gun. The knife went through the elbow of his extended arm, shoving bone out the other side. He dropped the gun and with his arm as the pinwheel, she flipped him to the ground. By the time she looked at the three remaining men - the one in the middle her final target - the one she'd kill - they all had their weapons pointed at her. But Eddie smirked; a dark, twisted glow to her eyes through strands of her hair. To continue standing here would have them firing at her - and consequentially Tristan, who she was going to protect at all costs. And so she vanished again, this time inside all three men. Once inside, her mind was split into three vessels. It wasn't strong enough to take hold of their minds, to conquer the bodies completely. But they all landed on their knees, a parasite inside of them, feeling as if they were being crushed. |