Re: Abaddon & Scion
Frederick didn't have the wherewithal to muster up something nasty to say to Abaddon. He was too busy trying not to gag at the grotesque scene he found in the hall. He simply followed Abaddon out, his heartbeat and respiration loud enough in his own ears that he barely caught on to the conversation happening over their communicators. His movements felt jerky to himself, and everything looked to him like he was outside of his body, looking at the world through an unsteady handheld camera, which only worsened the sensation of vertigo in the pit of his stomach. The words evac mode eventually sifted through to his consciousness. All he could see was blood everywhere.
Being outside helped. The cold night air was a welcome change from the stale, metallic scent of blood and worse things that had seemed to follow them all the way outside, mainly because Abaddon was spattered with the fruit of her labors and he was running behind her. Evac mode. Yes. Getting away sounded like a wonderful plan.
Easy enough to do. All he had to do was to keep running. He slowed down long enough to toss the keys on top of the hood, and then kept going right down the street, veering into the nearest alley and keeping to the shadows after that. When they kept trying to hail him on his communicator, he barked something like 'going to ground' into it and ripped it off, tossing it in the nearest trash bin. Later that night he would mug somebody for their clothes and steal onto the Manhattan bound subway to hole up somewhere in the city and try to forget any of this had ever happened.