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Entry tags: | #september 2017 |
Who: Dominik, Family, Ian Marsh
What: Magda is probably the worst person to exist
Where: Zaharia household
When: Sunday, Early morning around 1:00 (September 24)
Status: Complete
Warning: Language, Violence
Time seemed to slow down the moment Dominik lost his footing at the top of the stairs. His eyes had widened in fear, turning from that black abyss to blue as that human part of him realized he was in immediate and uncontrollable danger. Magda was in front of him, the heel of her hand pressed into his sternum- the expression she wore told a story. She was livid, nothing that told him she was the victim in all of this.
He seemed to block out the fall, tumbling down a flight of stairs until he was laying awkwardly at the bottom of the steps. The last thing he remembered was the cold tile as he hit the floor with a sickening smack. Magda let out a scream of absolute horror and moments later, his sister had rushed from her room to see what the commotion was. She was first on the scene, shoving her aunt back as she flew down the stairs after her older brother, hollering at her to call the emergency number.
“Dominik!? Dom-“ her fingers came into contact with a warm trickle of blood as she lifted his head from the floor. “NOW! Call the paramedics! He isn’t breathing.”
Magda turned, rushing down the hall for her phone. She had no sympathy for that creature on the floor, the demon she’d summoned long ago to help Dominik reach his potential. He hadn’t lifted a finger to help when Dominik fell into that hopeless trap with the Mutt, this simply would not do. It interfered with her plans.
“What’s the noise?”
“Your son slipped down the stairs.”
“What!?”
“Don’t just stand there like a useless cow, Livia! Call the paramedics.”
The witch rolled her eyes to the sky as Livia ran by her to get to the scene, the man she called brother was watching her from his chair in the doorway- his eyes trained on her as if to accuse her of the deed. Of course she did it, that demon taunted her until she saw red. They fought over a lot of things, but nothing could compare to this. Neither had time to react as she shoved Dominik down the stairs, she meant for the demon to come out and defend itself- but it hadn’t happened. He scrambled to take her with him, but went down like a ton of bricks at the force of her shove.
There was a look of recognition in her nephew’s eyes, one she hoped he wouldn’t remember if he woke up. He was a force to be reckoned with now and there was no telling what he could do to her.
“He was out of control, Fabian. I had to do it.”
-
“Paramedics are on their way. Put his head down, you silly girl. They said not to touch him, that his neck could be broken-“ Livia let out a sob, cradling her son as Ioana pressed a towel to the back of his head to stop the bleeding.
She repeated the same thing over and over, rocking him as she cradled his seemingly lifeless body. Then he began to move, bones cracking and mending as the demon worked to heal the important bits of his vessel- and at last- he let out a gasping breath as if it were for the first time. Dominik shook, his eyes wide and in shock as he grappled with the reality of his situation.
After a minute or two of his ragged breathing, it turned into a deep, guttural and inhuman growl as Livia let go of him. Dominik fixed his gaze on Magda, his eyes black as the night as he sat up. It almost looked painful. He drew in a breath, hissing slowly as the witch told Livia and Ioana to move away.
“Cunt,” he spat at her, his chest rumbling with another growl as he got to his feet. “Oh, Mags, you really did a number on Dominik,” he lashed out with more words, a hand went to the back of his head, “Nothing I can’t fix, but I think you owe me an apology, woman.”
“I owe you nothing, you are mine. I summoned you, you listen to m-“
“Quiet.” He snapped and the lights flickered, his lip curled back into a snarl. His fingers dug tracks into his arms as he paced back and forth like a beast. “I can’t think with your prattle.”
“I own you, you are mine. You will listen to me, creature.”
“Listen,” it hissed again, shoulders rolling as the bones set back into place. “Listen, listen, I’m all fucking ears, Magda. I’m all ears. Oh, Dominik is too. He’s fighting so hard, he knows. He knows, Magda. Oh, you are mistaken if you think he’s letting this go. If I’m going to let this go~” it sang to her, turning abruptly when Livia got too close to Dom, holding out an accusing finger. “One more step and I’ll make sure the boy doesn’t wake up.”
“If spirits threaten me in this place, fight water by water and fire by fire, banish their souls into n-“
“Stop.”
“nothingness, and remove their powers until the last trace-“
Dominik brought his hands to his face as Magda went on, the demon struggled to keep control of its vessel as he fought back against the words. He was not pleased, it was an annoyance. A scratch just under the surface that you couldn’t reach.
“Let these evil beings flee, through time and space-“
Black smoke filled the room as Dominik’s head tipped back, Martolea was losing the battle, but he was winning the war. He was confident in this. The lights flickered and the temperature around them dropped, Livia was yelling for him to let go of her son and the demon dug in his claws- and when it was over, Dom collapsed to the floor.
“Paramedics,” Ioana whispered, tugging on Livia’s robe as the lights flashed outside of their door. She ran to let them in while her mother went back to her son without hesitation. It could’ve been a trick, but it was her baby. She cradled him while Magda looked on indifference, “Ana, tell them to hurry.”
Ana paused at the door, waiting for her mother to continue.
“He isn’t breathing.”
She pressed the button beside the door to open the gate to their drive, wrenching open the door. She ran out, waving her arms wildly, shouting that he was inside. “Hurry!” she urged them, “he isn’t breathing.”
Nami sent in the call that the Paramedics had been dispatched and that was all Ian needed. The race to the fire truck was short, he figured that the police would be on their way, too, to investigate. They weren’t in need of an actual Fire Engine, that stayed at the Station, but Ian did take the small, more truck-like version of the engine that was suited for residential calls that didn’t require a fire to be put out.
He raced with the ambulance, checking in with Nami every chance he could so she would stay updated. You never knew what situation you were going to be in until you got there. All Ian could hear was the sound of the siren. Time seemed to move in slow motion for Ian, too, as the stretch of road was eaten up by the tires and the darkness. It’d been raining the week prior, Ian had missed a large part of it. The roads were slick but they showed some mercy to the large trucks.
All at once it seemed the scene had arrived. The Paramedics were bursting into the doorway, Ian in tow, to assess the situation. He’d seen this before, a fall down the stairs. There was blood, a lot of it, and the small group of individuals huddled together around the one that must’ve taken the tumble. They weren’t going to need the fire engine.
To assist the EMT’s, Ian moved to the woman holding her son. The resemblance was striking, “Ma’am, you’re going to have to step back so that they can get to him. They need this chance to save your son.”
Livia looked up at Ian wide-eyed, trying to comprehend what he was trying to tell her. She didn't want to let go, and she said as much when her daughter came to pull her away from Dominik so the paramedics could get at him.
"He fell, he fell-" she kept repeating, her eyes darting to Magda across the room. Those heels soaked in bloos and her eyes downcast at her nephew's body. She started to make her way up the stairs to avoid the scene if possible when Livia shouted, "She pushed him!" after her retreating back.
She knew deep down Dominik hadn't fallen. She'd heard arguing and her son's gasping breath as he presumably was pushed down the staircase.
"My baby," she struggled in Ioana's grasp, "she pushed my baby." Ana spoke to her in hushed tones, trying to calm her- reassure her that head wounds bled quite a bit and in their own language, she bad ever not to speak of how Dominik had gotten up after.
It hadn't been him.
They had all watched as his body picked itself up, those bones setting back into place. The demon had mentioned Dominik was still around in there somewhere.
“Is he breathing?” Ioana asked, wincing as her mother let out a wall of a sob in her ear. She held her tight as her aunt made her way back down the stairs and over to them. She didn’t know what her mother would do.
Magda returned, that burning gaze trained on Ian as she handed over Dominik's wallet, "the woman is raving. Of course I didn't push my nephew, you think I could manage something like that? Will you be taking him to local or out of town?"
Ian felt for the woman. His own mother would’ve been frantic had the roles been reversed, he could comprehend how it must feel to be helpless, to have your child in your arms. He didn’t know from experience, only what he’d seen in his career of putting out fires, being at terrible scenes to assist the police. This was not easy for anyone.
As Livia cast her glance at Mags, Ian’s eyes followed. He studied the woman with no judgement, before turning away. His eyes fell on the young man, a familiar face he’d seen around town. He’d seen all of them around town.
At the question, Ian shrugged,”Don’t know. I can’t find out until everyone gets back.” He didn’t want to be harsh with them, he couldn’t, but the EMT’s had to have room to work. Ian knelt down to Dominik once the family had made room, checking instantly for some kind of pulse. Being without oxygen for too long was bad for the brain. The situation was not looking good.
Glancing up, he noticed the woman from earlier. Ian accepted the wallet, set it nearby and then shrugged, “That’s a question for the EMT’s, I’m with the Fire Department, just here to assist, ma’am. It depends on the severity of his condition. Hopefully local, hospital here is good, but if he needs more...then maybe out of town.”
He made himself leave that conversation. They could have it later. He would not let this young man die here. The pulse he was checking for was coming up empty, there was nothing. It was at that point Ian began CPR, something to get the guy moving again.
The family took a few steps back, Livia still toeing the line to have a better look at the scene. The demon, Magda, unholy magic. It all tied together. She hated the woman and she knew in her heart Magda had been the catalyst to her son’s current predicament.
An opinion she voiced very loudly as the cops showed. Magda was hot on her heels.
Dominik was dreaming, running to the edges of his mind, clawing his way out. Something would pull him back, soft sweet whispers drawing him back into the darkness. This was no different from scrying, but he felt utterly trapped in his own mind.
Then the light began to pour in. Subtle at first, gently pushing at the edges. He followed it, ignoring the soft caress of promises attempting to lure him back.
His eyes snapped open as his heart gave a start, a gasping breath leaving his lips as if it were his first time taking in air. He inhaled sharply through his nose, a look of pure confusion on his face at the firefighter hovering over him.
He was in shock. His pupils were nearly lost in a sea of blue. He was numb all over and his head went spiraling the moment he tried to move. Dom’s mouth opened as if he were going to say something, but his eyes slipped shut and he was out cold again, thankfully breathing this time.
The task of performing CPR was important. Ian was silently scolding Dominik’s family for not trying to perform CPR earlier. He understood the shock, being afraid, but when someone wasn’t even attempting to resuscitate their loved one…
Ian pressed Dominik’s chest, trying to start his heart, going back and forth between the pumping and the breathing.
And when Dominik startled and began to breath, Ian sat back with relief.
He scooted back to let the EMT’s get to the young man, standing up to assist getting the man on the stretcher when the time came.
Magda was keeping an ever watchful eye on the scene, she hadn’t made any attempt to revive the young man, simply because she knew he would get right back onto his feet. The demon wouldn’t let his host die, she’d chosen well for him. Dominik was strong, the young man could handle it- she had no doubt.
She was worried that he would remember. Martolea had said as much. That he was listening, that he saw every little abuse at her hand. Mags would simply tell him it was a mistake, that an entity had overtaken him and what he saw was not what he thought it was.
When the cops stepped into their home, she was on her best behavior. Charming voice, lying through her teeth.
Livia had gone with Dominik in the ambulance, despite Ioana telling her they would follow in their car. The young lady walked up to Ian, looking quite guilty, “Thank you for-” she didn’t know how to say thank you to the person that brought her brother back to life. CPR hadn’t even crossed her mind, nor her mother’s. Magda wouldn’t trouble herself. Ioana sniffled, looking around at all the blood, she didn’t know if she was supposed to clean it up, or wait for the cops to do some poking around.
Her aunt seemed to be in a heated argument with one of them. Ioana secretly hoped she would be taken away. Her presence in the house was nothing short of a god complex. Now this-
“Thank you for helping my brother.”
He stayed back, away from the scene so as not to disrupt anything. There would probably be a small investigation, they’d take pictures as was the procedure and write down what they could notice. It was possible that they’d rule this as an accident, the fall down the stairs, but Ian made no move to decide anything. That wasn’t his place.
When the girl approached him Ian nodded and offered a small, fixed smile, “Just doing my job, ma’am.” Fire and rescue was part of the deal. He wasn’t an EMT or any sort of doctor. There had been plenty of times he’d been asked for his opinion and had flatly refused to give it. No one needed false hope or expectations beyond what was stated.
“You just be safe if you’re going to the hospital. The police will do what they need to here and the they’ll be on their way. Might take a little bit. You should go be with your brother.” His words were kind.