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Christopher "Chris" Perry Halliwell. (changethefuture) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The smell, the feel... it was sensory overload in the worst way. The mere weight on his chest made it hard to breathe, smell aside, and when he gave a half-hearted attempt at a push his fingers seemed to sink in and his whole body shuddered. Something soft touched his face and he instinctively jerked his head back, unintentionally exposing his neck more. His mind was torn between 'mom' and 'monster' but that all fell away as he felt intense pain at his neck.

The cry ripped from his mouth was as much pain as it was anguish and the thought flashed through his mind that he was about to die. Again. Well, that seemed to finally kick some of his instincts into gear.

Chris orbed without a conscious thought, something that tended to only happen in situations of extreme duress, his instincts sending him to the last place he considered safe: the gym. Whether he would remain there long, or whether the smell of his spilled blood would prove to make him easy to track, would have to be seen.