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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 18:27:48 GMT -5
Taking off her backpack, Max assessed the damage. It was a deep cut; it probably needed stitches. Taking out her small medical kit, she bandaged it up best she could. The blood still leaked down her leg, though, soaking through the bandage in a surprising amount of time. Cursing again, Max gazed around. Nothing appeared readily at hand that would help her. Pulling out an energy bar from her backpack, she munched on it hastily. If she was going to heal, she needed to eat. And eat a lot. Mumbling angrily under her breath, she tried to put weight on her leg. It did nothing but make the blood well up faster. Max wondered how far away the nearest populated island was. She could hopefully scrounge up something to help herself there. But she discarded that idea as her head began to feel a bit light. She needed a blood transfusion, but she couldn't get one. Her blood was a mix of avian and human, and as such her body would reject human blood. But she needed help; fast, too, by the looks of the crimson bandage. Max sighed, her wings drooping slightly. She guessed she had no choice but to see if Cameron got out of there and if he would still help her.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 18:42:55 GMT -5
Cameron was in military mode now. He wasn’t even thinking about helping Max if he found her. He had just been attacked by her, or what he had interrupted as an attack. He held his gun up as he climbed over the rocks and saw Max. She was standing but there was blood coming from her leg. So the injury had slowed her down. That was interesting. Cameron however, at this time did not feel any sympathy for her and she had not given him reason to do so. He kept the gun pointed at her as he took several more steps to her. “Get down on the ground your hands over your head, now!” Cameron ordered. He was ready for her to fly away and his fingers were pressing lightly against the trigger of his gun in case she tried to attack. He was defensive now and that was her choice.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 19:09:31 GMT -5
Her wings instinctively spread, increasing her size by three times. It was a natural instinct inbred into her genes. Her black feathers hovered over her body, casting her face into a dark shadow. Keeping low, she did not put her hands on her head. Instead she was on all fours, her injured leg extended out to the side a bit to keep it from bleeding too much. Her blue-gray eyes snapped angrily, her bark blonde braid dangling beside her face. "I didn't attack you, dimwit!" she snarled, "I was just trying to get out and you were tall enough to do the trick. If I had attacked you, you wouldn't have that gun and you wouldn't be conscious." Boy he was jumpy. Although she did admit that a girl with wings suddenly jumping at you could be percieved as an attack. Still, no reason for the sudden 'macho man' routine.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 19:18:02 GMT -5
Cameron listened to her explanation as to why she jumped at him. It wasn’t an entirely unreasonable one, but he was still going to be defensive. She had seemed calm before and he had tried to predict her. She had done something unexpected and he was not going to let her do something unexpected again. He kept the gun pointed at her the entire time she was trying to explain. She was becoming very defensive herself and she had a right to be. “Either way, I still do have the gun and I am still conscious, so I am still in control of this situation.” Cameron said. He was ready and his finger pressed the trigger a bit more, “Now, if you would fold your wings.” He ordered.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 19:34:00 GMT -5
Slowly, she lowered her wings, folding them to her body. The slight sea breeze ruffled her feathers, causing her to wrap them a bit more around herself. "There, I did as you asked. Now point that gun away," she commanded back. She felt the sticky warmth of her own blood beginning to soak through the bandages, turning them a bright red. Her vision was slightly fuzzy as a drip of blood fell to the sand. Max shook her head, banishing it quickly. Her muscles were tensed tightly, her wiry arms distinct in every line. Her heart was not beating overly fast; just the normal rapid rate it always ticked along at. Again with the standoffs! Max wondered if this man ever calmed down. Somehow, by his constant wary demeanor, she doubted it. So they were not so different after all, she and this Marine.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 19:40:07 GMT -5
Well at least she did that for him. Cameron watched as she folded her wings behind her. That was good because she couldn’t fly at him in a second like she did before. It made Cameron feel a lot more comfortable. He still didn’t like not knowing what she was going to do, but he tried not to show his concern in his facial expressions. He lowered the gun once again to his waist, not fully doing what she asked, because once again, she was the one that had been aggressive first, not him. He took a deep breath, “Now, we are going to come to a logical conclusion to all of this. We are going to start by you promising not to do that again.” Cameron said.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 19:52:17 GMT -5
At least he wasn't as ready to shoot her in his 'high alert' state. "Of course I won't. We aren't in a cavern I can't fly out of, are we?" she asked, voice thick with sarcasm and a bit of disdain. Even without her increased intelligence she could have dedeuced that. Gradually she came to her feet, standing up to her full 5'11" height. Max kept her wings folded to her body; they obviously made him a bit uncomfortable. They were huge; from tip to tip they spanned over eleven feet. She kept the weight off her injured leg; it was still bleeding, now a stream had begun to trickle down her leg, staining her sock darkly.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 20:00:31 GMT -5
Cameron was glad that he had gotten that much out of the way. He watched as she stood up and he saw that she was limping and he looked down at her leg. It was bleeding and from the looks of it, she didn’t have the proper medical supplies to treat the wound. He sighed and put the gun in the holster. She wasn’t going to attack him, she had promised that and he was going to trust that she would keep her word. He took a couple steps closer to her and took out several bandages from pockets on his belt. “Here, let me help you.” He said softly.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 20:11:35 GMT -5
At least now the gun was not pointing at her again. But then he came at her. Automatically she backed up. Max was highly sensitive to any sort of contact; the scars and bruises on her arms would explain why without her using words. She knew in her mind that he didn't want to hurt her, but her body wouldn't listen. Sometimes, though her intellect was unimaginably vast, there were irreconcilable blocks that Max couldn't work past. Too many times of not having her way in what was done to her meant that now no one would touch her ever again. "I need stitches, not bandages," she said gruffly, her black wings automatically wrapping a bit tighter around her body as if to protect herself.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 20:17:17 GMT -5
Cameron saw how she backed away and covered herself with her large black wings. It wasn't that much of a surprise for Cameron. He could only imagine what she had gone through. It was only natural that she would be reclusive and not want to be touched by anyone. He understood that fully. He sighed and looked at her, his voice calmly and soft as he spoke, "I am not going to hurt you. I have a needle and thread in my pocket, but you probably won't like the idea of a needle, so i am going to give them to you, so you can do it." Cameron said as he dug into his pocket and produced the needle and thread, extending a hand to Max.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 20:27:41 GMT -5
Max backed away further, eyeing the pointed metal tip of the needle. The thread dangled darkly from the hole at the other end. His hand was large and calloused, looking even larger in comparison with the delicate needle. No way she was going to stitch herself up! The older she had gotten in the lab, the more she had resisted needles; sometimes they had to tranquilize her with a gun to be able to get near her. Part of the reason she had escaped, aside from the inhumanity of it all, was that she suspected they would terminate her soon. Thier experiment had gotten out of hand. The dizziness came back a bit at the sight of the needle, glinting there in the sunlight, and the loss of blood that slowly darkened the sand beneath her feet. Her wings swayed a bit, unfolding lopsidedly. Shaking it off again, she straightened. "I'm not stitching myself up," she said a bit wearily, "Give me the bandages."
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 20:33:27 GMT -5
Like Cameron had guessed, she did have a fear of needles. It only made sense that she would after enduring the many experiments that she would have. Needles would symbolize experimentations, tranquilizer, and probably pain. When she refused, he nodded his head and dropped the needle on the ground and put the thread back in his pocket. “I understand.” He said and got the bandages back out of his pocket and handed them to her, “I wouldn’t let anyone near me with needles either if I was in your position.” Cameron said and watched her for a moment, “How many more of you managed to escape?” He asked.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 20:43:25 GMT -5
Taking the bandages, Max sat down warily, keeping one eye on Cameron. Unwrapping the bandages she had put on, she reassessed the damage. The cut was clean; she had probably cut it all on an overhang. Those volcanic rocks were sharp; that she now knew. Putting the bloodied bandage aside, she wrapped the cut tightly. Without stitches, pressure would just have to hold it together until it healed. Due to her accelerated healing, the cut would fasten together enough for her to travel tomorrow. "None," she said, shaking her head once, "no others." There had been others after her; she had seen them. But she was the only one who lived. Blocking away the images, the thoughts, she continued bandaging herself, tightly drawing the cloth around her calf.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 20:48:55 GMT -5
Cameron sighed as she mentioned that no others had escaped. If she was experiment seven hundred then there were those before her that were still stuck in that facility. What kind of animals could do this to people? They would pay. Cameron would find them and he would kill them all. There was no justice other than that. “You escaped, you know where this place was then. If you tell me where it is, I will kill them all, every person that did this to you.” Cameron said, his hatred for these people showing in his voice as he spoke of killing the scientists. This was something that he became infuriated about and those things were a short list.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 21:02:13 GMT -5
She gazed up at him, a bit surprised at the vehemnance in his voice. Slowly Max shook her head, her braid swaying with the motion of her head. "No," she said simply, "that would be too easy. I don't know where it is," she admitted. Yes, she had an internal compass. But her escape had been at night; she didn't know what towns were nearby; if any. All she remembered was that she flew until her wings nearly dropped off her back. "They follow me; I've lost them for now. They'll come," she assured, "they'll come." The scientists always came eventually. That's why she kept on the run.
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