b u r n 🔥 t h e 🔥 w o r l d (painfulchaos) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-12-12 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group-scene, 04-15-2017, clementine, jericho, zania |
more blood, or less?
Who: Clementine, Zania, and Jericho
Where: Clementine & Zania’s house
When: Close to Midnight
Zania’s plan was to go out after midnight, figuring it was the time that most people would be sleeping and least likely to go on a patrol. If tomorrow turned out to be sunny, she might as well make the most of the night. To prepare, she sat by the fire sharpening her machete, humming to herself, the absence of electricity starting to get to her. It wasn’t that she minded not having power-- she’d gotten used to that outside the dome-- but she missed the ability to play music.
Clementine had been dozing on the couch, as near the fire as she could be and under a big bunch of blankets to stay warm. She'd only been snoozing lightly, though, so after a few moments of Zania there sharpening her weapon, Clem was awake and slowly watching her. "What's the haps, Doc?" She asked, a yawn in her voice as she shifted a little to get a better look at Zania. "Where you headed?"
“I’m going to do a few rounds of patrol,” Zania said, looking up from her work. “After what happened last night, a few of us thought it would be a good idea.” She liked that December had included her in that group, that she thought her capable. If Mickey had been the one organizing it, she knew she’d have been left out.
Clementine nodded a little and pulled her blanket closer to her. "You're going to be careful, though, right?" The last thing she wanted was for Zania to go out there and get hurt. She knew she was more resilient than others but she still worried.
“Of course,” Zania smiled. “If I see anything, the first thing I’ll do is call for backup.” Maybe. It depended on if it was one person or not, and if they were human. She’d gone up against the wolves, but there’d only been one of them at the time, and she had the feeling werewolves might be stronger or smarter. “Don’t worry. I can run really fast if running is needed.”
She moved to peel herself off the couch and get up to stoke the fire again, black let still around her. "Good," she said, smiling back at Zania. "I'd like for my friend to make it home safe. Did you eat? Because you can take some from me if you want."
Jericho was on an errand. Most of the time he didn't like doing that sort of thing. But in this case? The crazy bitch who wanted the blonde inside was just interesting enough that he wanted to deliver, just to see what happened. So, he'd taken on the task of collecting her. He had on a chain a whimpering, naked teenager, skinny thing, nothing to them. He wanted to cause bad things, not wind up with a corpse when he was supposed to have a living captive. He stalked quietly up the porch, then choked the teen tight, yanking the chain as he grabbed a switchblade from his pocket, slashing at the skin of his current captive. When the change started, he kicked the door in, and walked inside, grinning. “Evening, ladies.”
The snarling beast the teen had become was already madly thrashing, and he let go of the chain to let it go.
Zania heard the sound of someone at the door, but wasn’t fast enough to do something about it before the door was kicked in. Then she was on her feet, machete in her hand, trying to decide just what to do next. She’d expected to find a fight, but she never thought it would come to her. “Clem!” she screamed, jumping out in front of her friend, towards the werewolf.
If Zania wasn't fast enough, Clementine was trudging through water comparatively. She didn't even know what had happened until she was faced down by a snarling, horrible megabeast and Zania had positioned herself in front of her. Scared witless, Clementine just stood there, eyes wide and stunned like a deer in headlights, trying to make sense of this when it wasn't something that could be made sense of. They were being attacked. In their own home, they were being attacked. The sentiment replayed over and over in her mind but it still wasn't clicking.
The werewolf went for the first target in front of it, which was Zania, and Jericho started to try and dart around the redhead to grab at the blonde. “Here, girlie. You're comin with me. This can be more or less bloody, depending on you,” he leered, grinning at her.
Zania went down, but her machete caught the werewolf in the gut, spilling blood onto her and their floor. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be enough, as the thing kept clawing at her, scraping across her face and throat as she pushed at the beast. “No!” she screamed, even if she was unable to help. She pulled at her machete as she rolled to the side, hoping to get away. It was the only chance Clementine had, as far as she could tell.
Clementine was not a fighter. She was a flighter. And she needed to run, but she was stuck behind Zania still, terrified and staring at her friend she battled a fucking werewolf in their living room. She didn't even hear the stranger talking to her, didn't even realize what he said until he was starting her way. She needed to help Zania and it hurt that even half of her wanted to just run, to hide, instead. It made her sick to her stomach to see Zania there, to hear her screaming out, and after a moment she looked for something to chuck at the werewolf but she couldn't find anything that would help within reach. "Stop hurting her!" At this point she finally looked at Jericho, eyes straight on his. "Call it off!"
“Of course, just come with me,” he said, holding his hand out to her, grin still in place. He stepped closer to her still, aware of Zania and the fight with the wolf. He didn't want to be caught unawares in case the bitch dispatched the wolf quickly. Clearly she had some chops.
The smart move would have been to focus her energy on the werewolf that was attacking her, but the second she was out from under it, Zania went for the man attempting to take Clementine. She ran at him, slashing with intent to kill, and grinned as she caught scent of his blood. It hardly mattered that the werewolf clamped down on her ankle, taking her to the ground once more. “Run!” she told Clementine, not believing the bastard would spare her for a second.
It was harder to ignore that natural instinct when Zania basically told her to do it. And she was scared, really scared, but she couldn't think past that to the inevitable guilt that would come when she slowed down, because right now she was running. She was bolting as quickly as she could for the door. She had to leave, she had to get out of this place, get away from this situation and hide, because she wouldn't make it in this fight.
Jericho kept smiling, looking down at Zania. Yep. She was pretty impressive, all things told. He'd love to tussle with her without having a prior agenda to tend to. Perhaps he'd seek her out, just to see how well she did otherwise. When Clementine bolted, he was moving, slamming her bodily into the wall as she got within range. He was on her in a second, knife out once more as he put it to her throat, slicing in just enough to let her know he meant business – and that she probably shouldn't struggle. “More blood, then,” he said with a vicious growl.
It felt like all she could do was struggle with the werewolf and yell, but that was the best she could manage on short notice. “Let her go!” she screamed, kicking the werewolf once, twice, three times in the face, but the beast just kept coming. When she caught the scent of Clementine’s blood, she decided enough was enough. She turned her focus on the werewolf, dropping her feet so it lunged at her, then slid her blade in under it’s jaw. That should kill it.
The slam into the wall was disorienting and hard enough that she had to shut her eyes. She felt with air knocked out of her, but before she could completely regain it, there was a slice and a pain spread through her, starting at her neck. He'd cut her. He'd cut her. That bastard. What did he even want with her? Who the hell was this guy? "Ain't going anywhere with you..."
He tisked, then threw three fast, hard punches at her face, to knock her out or at least keep her down for a few. The smell of blood was already permeating the room but the spray from the death of the werewolf was pungent. He had just enough time to look over at the redhead before he brought a pistol out of his pocket, firing at her fast. He'd always been much better with blades than firearms, but he could hit the broad side of a barn, at any rate. “You just won't die, will you?”
Zania was proud to hear Clementine fight back, even if it got her knocked out in the process. Maybe going along quietly would have spared her the violence, but what was to follow? She doubted he was offering her up a vacation at knifepoint. Zania climbed to her feet, blood soaking through her shirt as she faced down the man, prepared to fight. She was a little wobbly, the wolf’s bites costing her some blood, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t give it a shot. The second she was up, though, she felt the bullets rip through her, one to her shoulder, one to her stomach, and another almost taking her head off. She grasped at her throat as she fell to her knees, choking on her own blood. Even then she glared at the man, too weak to rise. It occurred to her that he expected her to die now, so she fell, laying still on the floor, but watching without moving a muscle.
Jericho waited for a few moments, but didn't hear breathing or a heartbeat, so he turned his attention back on the unconscious blonde. Picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder, he whistled to himself as he exited the house, pleased with this little diversion. It was a good night.