Eliot Spencer (_thatswhatido) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-09-12 17:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | eliot spencer, kate austen |
Who: Eliot Spencer and Kate Austen
What: Getting into/out of trouble
When: Afternoonish
Where: Lawrence. Random street.
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
"Pull the trigger, Greg! We have to end him before he ends us." The first demon jabbed a finger at Eliot, glaring at the second demon, Greg, pointing the gun at the hitter. Two other demons stood nearby, one holding a baseball bat in a choke grip. When he wasn't possessed, the kid couldn't have been anymore than fifteen. Son of a bitch.
Eliot knelt on the sidewalk, one palm resting on the cold concrete of the sidewalk while he blinked away the stars blinking in and out of existence in front of his eyes. The other hand drifted up and brushed against his temple. As he pulled it back, he scowled at the reddish stain across his fingertips. If he was trying for the optimism, it could have been worse. He could have taken the full blow of the swing and wound up unconscious and most likely, dead. All for trying to steal a car charger for a phone from a closed Verizon store.
"You want to do it so bad, do it." Greg grabbed the first demon by the hand and shoved the gun into his hand. The first demon pushed him back and strode towards Eliot, swinging the gun up.
"You're useless, man, you know th-" Eliot lunged up, one hand pushing the hand holding the gun aside while the other slammed into the demon's solar plexus. The demon bent forward with an "oomph!" as Eliot stripped the gun. The clip dropped and he threw the weapon in the opposite direction. He stepped into his swing, slamming a fist into the demon's face. Everything that had happened in the past few days, the possession of people he cared about, for a few brief seconds he forgot that the host was an innocent and would be feeling a hell of a lot of pain when he woke up.
Which was when the glass of his driver's side window shattered following a loud crack, startling him. Eliot turned towards the third demon, who pumped the shotgun and took aim. "Shit." He threw himself in front of the truck as the demon fired again. Screw this. Climbing to his feet, he sprinted across the street.