Evelyn Foster ✗ Mystique (usorthem) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-01-24 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie archer, evelyn foster, gunnar richards, thea peeters |
Who: Gunnar Richards, Evelyn Foster, Thea Peeters & Charlie Archer
What: An unintentional rescue mission (2/2)
Where: A reincarnate “treatment” facility in Pittsburgh, PA
When: Saturday, January 23rd 2016
Warnings: Violence, torture, and language
Below. Gunnar inclined his head, indicating only that he’d heard what Evelyn had said. It made sense that they would keep the reincarnates down below; it lessened the chance of escape, even if they were to get out of their cells. Fewer ways out, if someone was kept below ground, than there were on a ground floor, or even an upper floor—desperate people would be willing to risk death, or serious injury, jumping out of a window to escape. There were no windows below ground, and far fewer reincarnates that came to Gunnar’s mind, at least, that could tunnel through the earth somehow than there were those who could fly. Not only that, but earth on all sides of them would muffle the sound of any screams. He had speculated that it was the most likely location for any reincarnates that had been imprisoned there. It was always nice to be proven correct; if the man wasn’t lying, they’d know the likeliest location to search first the next time they located a facility that was still operational. It would save time, and time was precious.
“Well done,” he told Evelyn, a hint of warmth to his voice. “Getting to the reincarnates is our first priority. We will destroy anything else on our way out of the building.” Whether there were any surviving reincarnates would determine the fate of this man, and of those that Gunnar had incapacitated upon his entrance. If there were none left alive, those responsible for their deaths would share their fate. If there was someone left… there was likely far more blood on their hands than Gunnar and Evelyn would ever know about. Whether Gunnar would consider leaving them alive was really up to how urgent it was to remove the reincarnates from the building.
All warmth had fled, however, when he ordered the man to “go.” It wasn’t as though he’d needed any extra incentive than Evelyn’s push, more than likely, but he had stumbled and hesitated, likely frozen in his fear. It was, Gunnar imagined, his worst nightmare, being at the mercy of reincarnates. That was why they captured them, tortured them, killed them, wasn’t it? It was all because they feared them, as they ought to. Gunnar would show the man what a real nightmare looked like. If Gunnar was his nightmare, this was Gunnar’s.
The man stumbled again toward the stairs, pulling out some sort of key card with shaking fingers. Gunnar’s lips twisted into a smirk as he fumbled with the door, over and over, running the card through the electronic lock with no success. “It’s… it’s broken.” There was an edge of fresh panic in his voice, trapped between two angry reincarnates and a door he couldn’t flee through.
With a wave of his hand, Gunnar pulled the door off its hinges and dropped it to the side. As entertaining is it might have been to have kept toying with him, they had someone to save.