Grayson (hairtriggermood) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-09-05 09:56:00 |
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He might not be living on the streets any longer but that didn’t mean that Grayson forgot what it was like and how easy it was to feel like nobody gave a shit which meant he was spending practically every free moment he had back on his old stomping grounds. It also meant he got to stick close and call out any suspicious behaviour both directly and indirectly to Detective Kane which had so far been working out really well.
Of course tonight was one of those nights where Grayson had done a sweep and noticed that Patrick was missing, his sleeping bag left rumpled against the nearby wall, and nobody seemed to know where he was.
Shit.
Grayson closed his eyes for a moment and used his enhanced hearing to pick through all the unwanted static of conversation to finally pinpoint Patrick. He was outside of the secure little camp they’d set up, talking to somebody, and immediately Grayson set off in that direction. He might not be tall but he could move fast when he wanted to and right now he needed to, had to get to Patrick. It might be nothing, he might be overreacting, but he’d rather that than lose another person to what-ever-the-fuck this thing was.
The closer he got the more that feeling in the pit of his stomach got bigger and bigger because sure enough there were a couple guys with a van with blacked out windows talking to Patrick. Grayson sped up his approach however as he did another car, a familiar car, pulled up alongside him and the window rolled down.
“Hey, long time no see,” the man behind the wheel said. “You working tonight?”
Grayson scowled and turned his head. “Do I look like I’m working to you?”
“No, but you never did,” the man countered with a grin that honest to God made Grayson’s blood run cold. Wait, was that- Did he have fangs? Grayson was pretty sure he would have remembered if one of his “clients” had been a vampire and it was as his mind hurried to try and piece things together that he missed the approach of somebody behind him and the subsequent clout to the head.
Had he been human the blow would have been enough to knock him out but instead Grayson was knocked to the ground, blood pouring from the wound, obscuring his vision. The same vision that went a startling shade of blue as he snarled, lunging at his would be attacker, driving him into the nearby wall with enough force to crack a few bones. He unfortunately had back up and Grayson felt the telltale barbs of tasers before his entire body was racked with shock wave after shock wave of electricity which even with his improved constitution delivered him to his knees.
And it didn’t stop there.
Somebody kicked him in the side and as he hunched forward a hand slipped into his bloodied hair and took a handful to draw Grayson’s attention to them.
“You’ve been a real pain in our asses,” the man grumbled as the one in the car drove away as he’d done his part, distracted Grayson enough that somebody could get the slip on him. “Figured it was about time we showed you what this was all about considering you’re so desperate to see for yourself.” Kill two birds with one stone or that’s what they were thinking anyways.
A nod was given and the next thing Grayson knew was an explosion of pain across the back of his head and then nothing else, only darkness.*****
Waking was like swimming through a sea of molasses, every moment felt heavy and uncoordinated, not that Grayson could move a lot. He registered that he was on his back, strapped down to what seemed like a table, a table with wheels if the rattling sound which echoed off the abused walls of his skull was any indication. Above the scent of blood he could pick out disinfectant, like hospital type disinfectant, and a soft murmur of voices.
He bit back the slight groan which would have accompanied the movement of his head and grimaced as a nearby fluorescent light seemingly attempted to burn through his retinas. Grayson squinted as what seemed like rows of… something blurred before his eyes, he thought it was bodies, but that wasn’t possible, why would bodies be hung up like that?
He was in a warehouse of some kind, could tell that by the height of the walls around him, and he caught a glimpse of a number plate on one of the vans. The distinct *beeping* of medical equipment drew his attention next and Grayson’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he saw Patrick laid out on a bed with what seemed like a tube running from his arm into some sort of machine that was collecting - Grayson snapped, he lost control, briefly but briefly was all that was needed for him to shed human skin and replace it with fur, claws, and teeth. It was at this point he broke free of his restraints and went on an uncontrolled dangerous rampage which was only ended after somebody fired off several shots, some that winged him but one that embedded a bullet in his right side and left shoulder. It was enough for the wolf to veer off course, to break through the doors, and on a night with no full moon draw the attention of the CPD.
He was caught an hour after his escape and immediately corralled into a cage until he reverted back and with borrowed clothes he made his apologies before he stumbled back into the waking world a hell of a lot more bruised and injured than he had been when he’d left the Greenes.
Grayson knew he looked a sight. Hell, he felt it, but more than that he had knowledge that he couldn’t get out of his head and he needed to speak to somebody who would understand and possibly be able to do something with that knowledge.
He couldn’t and wouldn’t go back to the Greenes, they were nice people and he sure as hell didn’t want to drag them into this mess if he could avoid it. And there was only one other person that Grayson knew to be on the right side (most importantly that he trusted) even though he was also a vampire and that was Billy.
Grayson gathered what strength he had left and made his way to the vampire’s home, hopefully he’d be there, but if not? Well, he’d just wait then.