burningrevenge (burningrevenge) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-12-08 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-15-2017, madison, madison and maggie, maggie |
Stupid Humans
Who: Maggie and Madison
Where: Maggie’s House
When: Night
Madison turned a slow circle around the house, staying in the shadows and watching the whole thing with nothing but utter amusement. It was just like all the others. It was a funny thing, the variety and the spice people had given up for safety. To feel like things were normal again.
But they weren’t normal. Nothing was normal.
He pointed towards another space and watched the little minion hurry to drop the kindling there as well. He wasn’t supposed to call them minions. They were others dedicated to the same cause, but in reality they were more expendable than most. They had to realize that. He supposed every coven had expendable players.
Coven. He was starting to like that word too. With a wicked smile he set the first bit ablaze and moved to watch the house burn. “Cover the exits!”
It was late, so Maggie was asleep, curled up on the couch rather than in her bed. It was still cold outside, so she’d slept as close to the fireplace as possible, though the fire had burnt out by the time she began to smell smoke. It pulled her from her sleep, the source not readily apparent, though there was definitely more smoke in the air than there should be. Coughing, Maggie moved to a window, pushing it open to get a breath of fresh air. That’s when she realized where the fire was coming from. It was crawling up the walls of the house, moving quickly towards the window. Maggie jumped back, then hurried towards the front door. That’s where she froze. There was someone out there… waiting. She took a few steps back inside the house, looking out into the dark night.
Madison grinned as the girl came to the door, tilting his head to one side. “Where are you going to go, small thing?” he asked as another part of the house went up in flames and smoke billowed. “Back inside is certain death.” Of course, coming out to him would likely lead to the same thing, but he didn’t need to point that out. He wasn’t going to kill her just yet.
Maggie looked back as the fire crept in the living room window and set the curtains on fire. Staying inside wasn’t the best idea, but she couldn’t give up and walk out the front door just yet. Maggie ran back in and grabbed the shotgun from under her bed, checking her bedroom window for an alternate exist. She could see Jack’s house, so very close, but when she went to open the window the flames were there, climbing up the wood. “Dammit,” she cursed quietly, then ran to the spare bedroom to check it as well. Her hands began to shake as she realized all the windows had been set on fire, anticipating her attempts to escape. Moving back to the front door, Maggie cocked the gun, looking for the source of the voice. “What do you want?” she yelled, even if the answer was already clear.
Madison was relieved he didn’t have to breathe and while she ran around her house in an obvious attempt of predictability he just relished in the burning house, the fire and the symbolism behind it. He’d always found those literature classes a waste of time, at least most of the time, but he got it, sense of symbolism in the fact that the burning reminded him of how he felt. If he had his way he’d burn the whole damn dome to the ground, but he supposed they wanted to keep some of it when they took over. “Pretty sure that’s obvious. Unless you’re just as stupid as the rest of them.”
Maggie didn’t really care about the reason. What she needed was him to speak so that she could find him in the dark. As soon as she heard his voice, her gun swung towards him. She waited for her eyes to adjust, and then she fired. When she saw that she’d hit him, she fired again, just to be sure. “Not that stupid,” she muttered.
Madison swore when the first shot got him, just his shoulder which would heal, but enough to hurt like hell. When she fired again he was already moving and the shot went wide. First he was moving to avoid her, then his patience ran out and he was headed her way, moving faster than she could reload or fire again. Suddenly he was in front of her, hand on the gun to yank it away. “Yes. That stupid.”
Oh God. No one told her they could move that fast! She’d known that, if he was a vampire, he couldn’t come in the house and that he would heal, but she had no idea that he’d be there before she could fire again. Her eyes were wide when he grabbed the gun and she pulled the trigger before starting to run. Maybe if she hit him that last time it would slow him down. Maybe. All she needed to do was get in another house and call for help. Why hadn’t she thought of that before? Maybe because her house had been on fire. It was hard to think when the flames were closing in.
The last shot was deafening, but the hold that Madison hand on the barrel of the shotgun, sent it off to the side, behind him mostly. She probably hit something, but not him. Then she was running and he actually rolled his eyes. Humanity was stupid. It was for the best he wasn’t one of them anymore. With minimal effort he followed after her, catching her before she even left her yard, tripping her up so she’d fall then moving over her, her shotgun in his hand. He wasn’t all the familiar with guns, but he knew which end would make her bleed and pointed it at her. “Stupid. Human.” The words were spit out.
She hadn’t even cleared the yard when her feet were knocked out from under her. Maggie hit the ground hard, busting her lip even though she caught herself with her hands. Though she heard him looming over her, Maggie rolled onto her back, propped up on her elbows in the cold grass. With her gun pointed directly at her, she rubbed her feet in the grass as well as her hands, anything to leave her scent. “Why are you doing this?” she demanded. If he was going to shoot her, then he would do it anyways, so she might as well ask.
He watched what she was doing, marking the grass and shook his head. One of the caged wolves was hers then. He’d seen them, locked up like pets and it just made him laugh. He had a wolf as well, though the wolf would fight being called his, but Madison considered everyone in their little group his resources. “Why? What are you in some sort of horror film where the bad guy has motivations? Hardly. You’re stupid. I’m not.” He spun the gun with ease and smacked the butt of it into her head to knock her out.
Maggie wasn’t entirely sure if leaving her scent would do any good, but she had to try. Maybe Jack could find her if she left him some kind of a trail. It was a good plan, so long as she could leave one along the way, something that wasn’t going to happen if she was out cold. She barely had time to wonder about his answer when the butt of the gun swung around at her. Then she was out, laying in the grass, her house burning behind her.
“Stupid.” Madison repeated then picked her up easily, tossing her over his shoulder. He threw the gun to a minion. “Burn the yard too,” he said, walking back towards the treeline watching the yard start to burn in patches as the others with him scattered away from the scene.