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Post by Max on Nov 15, 2007 9:02:18 GMT -5
Her wings flaring a bit, Max whipped her head up to look above. Unfortunately, though she had the eyes of an eagle, they could not see through solid floors. The staircase was winding, as they were in lighthouses, and the top was unclear. Max thought she saw something move, just a shadow flitting across her line of vision, but she chalked it up to an active imagination. As Cameron began to climb the stairs, she debated on whether she should follow him or not. Her leg was badly injured; it had begun to seep through the thick bandage she had previously put on. Stairs might not be the best thing. He motioned for her to stay, so she did, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Max tucked her wings in close so that they were almost not visible. The best advantage was sometimes surprise. She could only hope that whatever was up there was friendly. Whatever it was, it had been up there for a while. There were no signs of inhabitance down here.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 15, 2007 10:30:43 GMT -5
Cameron continued up the stairs, his eyes scanning each level that he came to. He was ready for anything, ready for a fight if it came to it. Once he reached the top of the stairs, he ducked down and then came up, rising above the stairs and stepping into the room. He sighed when he saw the cause of the noise. He had seen this man before. It was an old man and he was lying against the wall with a dead rat. He man looked up at Cameron and gave a toothless smile. Cameron nodded his head and holstered his pistol. He then turned around and leaned over the railing, calling down to Max. “Its fine, just an old man and his rat.” Cameron said and then turned back around, the man just watching him, not saying anything. Cameron went to the window and looked out.
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Post by Max on Nov 15, 2007 13:17:21 GMT -5
A rat? The only rats Max had ever seen were the white ones in the lab. She shuddered at the thought of the poor little things. Once she had taken a baby rat, keeping it from them. She longed to take it away from there. She had been eight. Max had kept it alive on her rations, hiding it from the scientist, watching it grow. But they had found out and taken it. On purpose they experimented on it, to punish her. No pets for Max. Snapping out of her reverie, Max decided it would be best if no one else saw her wings. Pulling a t-shirt out of her backpack, she slipped it one, locking her wings closely to herself. Putting the backpack back on, she looked to be a normal sixteen year old girl, albeit a bit tall for her age. Carefully she began the climb, leaning heavily on the rail for support, keeping the weight off her injured leg. She was most curious about who was up there.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 15, 2007 16:07:49 GMT -5
Cameron looked out at the island that stretched out before him. He thought back to everything that had happened to him, the men that had died, and the soldiers that had attacked them…Arai. Everything was so vivid in his mind. He had not forgotten anything. He wished he could take it all back. He wondered why he had come to the island at all, wondered if he should have stayed at the base and prevented the events from unfolding. He wished that they had. He wished that none of this had happened. His thought process quickly brought him to the grand scheme of things. The vampires were coming and Cameron was one of the only people in the world that could stop them. He would be given his chance, given the opportunity to defeat them all. How was he going to do it? Who could he turn to? As he thought this, something told him to look up. He looked at the sky and smiled. He had forgotten; there was someone that was going to help him. He smiled and whispered, “thank you.” He then remembered Max and he turned and descended the steps to her, “Can I help you?” He asked kindly.
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Post by Max on Nov 15, 2007 16:17:43 GMT -5
Untiring, Max climbed the long flight of stairs. Her stamina was usually endless, but about three fourths of the way up her right leg, the uninjured one, was getting a little sore from the constant pressure. Looking up, she saw the top of the tower. Cameron's back was visible as he looked out the window. She guessed that he wasn't actually seeing anything, but just thinking. Max did that a lot when she flew. Something about being above the earth was reflective, causing thoughts to flow like water through her avid mind. Hearing the question, she shook her head stubbornly. She needed to do this on her own. "I'm fine," Max said tightly. Finally, she reached the top, bending slightly and putting her hands on her knees. That was a tall lighthouse.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 15, 2007 17:32:09 GMT -5
Cameron let her stand and let her reach the top on her own. If she didn’t want his help reaching the top then he would let her do it on her own. Once she reached the top of the lighthouse he walked back to the window and looked back at, returning to his thoughts. The fact that the hobo was still up there didn’t really bother Cameron. He wasn’t going to do anything; Cameron didn’t think that was even physically possible. He turned back to Max after a few minutes and then spoke calmly, “Well I suppose that you are going to have to stay here for a bit longer than I expected.” Cameron said. The hobo coughed and Cameron turned to him, “Of course…” He said turning to Max again, “It could be worse.” He said.
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Post by Max on Nov 15, 2007 17:41:45 GMT -5
Max wiped back a few stray hairs from her forehead, gazing around, her blue gray eyes taking in everything. The dust was thick up here as well. But here it was disturbed from the tracks of the hobo that sat here. He was a very strange fellow. How did he stay up here for so long without going downstairs? There was one entrance in and out; the door downstairs. He didn't look very healthy; no way he could have scaled the sides or anything. His rat was near death, if not dead already, she noted, looking at the scruffy rodent. The light at the top of the house was covered in grime and salt; newer ships had no need of lighthouses. Though the hobo looked harmless, Max stationed herself across from him, watching him warily without being obvious about it. The bandage was stained dark from the blood, and she felt a little dizzy. Pulling a handful of energy bars from her backpack, Max began to eat one.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 15, 2007 17:59:42 GMT -5
Cameron let her stand and let her reach the top on her own. If she didn’t want his help reaching the top then he would let her do it on her own. Once she reached the top of the lighthouse he walked back to the window and looked back at, returning to his thoughts. The fact that the hobo was still up there didn’t really bother Cameron. He wasn’t going to do anything; Cameron didn’t think that was even physically possible. He turned back to Max after a few minutes and then spoke calmly, “Well I suppose that you are going to have to stay here for a bit longer than I expected.” Cameron said. The hobo coughed and Cameron turned to him, “Of course…” He said turning to Max again, “It could be worse.” He said. Cameron watched as the man simply sat against the wall. He wondered if he had seen Arai or not and he figured that it couldn’t hurt to ask. He walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. The man looked at Cameron with a blank expression and Cameron spoke. “Have you seen a girl in the past few days?” Cameron asked. The man didn’t say anything, just kept with the same blank stare. Cameron frowned and wondered why the man didn’t answer. He had answered before when he had found him the first time. Cameron kept watching him, his eyes keying in on the man’s. Then a dark shadow darkened the pupils and Cameron stood up, not sure if he had seen what he thought he had. The man then stood up rather erect. “Remember me boy.” The man said with a smile. Cameron thought that voice sounded familiar but he wasn’t sure. The man moved at him with great speed and Cameron didn’t have time pull his gun and he was thrown into Max. It came back to Cameron now. Tirith…
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Post by Max on Nov 15, 2007 18:07:28 GMT -5
In a split second, it was amazing what you could think. For instance, one second Max was sitting, resting, waiting. The next Cameron had tried to contact the man and had been thrown back at her. In the time it took for the hobo to attack and Cameron's large body to crush down on her, Max had time to think many things. For one thing, the hobo was very odd indeed. His voice seemed surreal compared to the bearded, smelly body. Plus, he had looked as dead as the rat that slumped against the wall. But, as proved by his speed and strength, he was far from dead. Secondly was that it was time to fly, and fast. But then Cameron bowled her over, smacking her head against the wall. The wound on her leg stung as his heavily clad boot slid across it. What was going on here?!?!
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 15, 2007 18:21:38 GMT -5
Cameron stood to his feet after a moment. He wondered if he had hurt Max at all. He wasn’t exactly the lightest thing in the world and she was awfully light. Cameron looked back at her, trying to determine if she was hurt at all, but when he did, he was pushed into the wall a few feet in front of him by the man. His head hit the wall first because at the speed he was heading towards the wall, he hadn’t gotten a chance to put his hands up. Cameron fell down unconscious, a trickle of blood coming from his head. The man then, with lightning speed stooped down and picked up Max, “What’s this, a bird? Mighty big bird.” The man smirked, his hand firmly around Max’s neck, crushing her windpipe.
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Post by Max on Nov 15, 2007 18:28:23 GMT -5
Gaspijng for breath once the heavy Cameron got off her, Max quickly recovered, about to stand. Then, before she could do anything, Cameron was unconscious, his head cracked hard against the wall. But Max's mind was not on him. For right now she stood, the ugly hobo leering at her, his hand around her slender neck. How did he know about the wings? She had covered them up; they weren't visible. Her eyes darkened to gray as she moved from surprise to anger. No one was allowed to touch her! With startling flexibility and speed, Max clenched all her core muscles, bringing her legs up. With a swift sweep, she caught the man directly in the temple, forcing his hand away while she pushed him backwards with her other knee. Executing a backwards flip, Max landed on all fours, ready for action. Whatever this thing was, it was still a human body, and it was not invincible.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 15, 2007 18:36:04 GMT -5
Tirith fell back into the wall but was back up in a moment, before Max had even landed. He was in human form but he still gave that human a great amount of strength and power, speed and agility. It was beyond any human could possibly have, even if the human had been genetically engineered. Tirith gave a grunt and then smiled as he saw Max in a ready stance. She wanted to fight, ah, so he would give her one. Tirith opened up his arms and darkness began to fill the room. It was look dark mist had formed from nothing and it now was just engulfing everything, getting closer and closer to Max. As soon as the mist touched her, everything faded away and she was in a room, chained to a table. Even though this was not happening in reality, her mind told her it was and told her it was real, very real. The doctors then took out several shots and then brought them closer to Max, injecting them into her skin.
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Post by Max on Nov 15, 2007 18:42:03 GMT -5
Backing away uneasily at the mist, Max was about to attack when the world dissappeared. For a second she wondered what had happened. But then she blinked and the world was back, but it was very different. Her arms and legs were immobile, chained to the table. The cold metal links felt like heavy ice against her bare skin. Her wings were beneath her; she couldn't move them. Then the scientists were there, smiling down at her. Max had come to hate the smiles; they patronized her, saw her as nothing more than an object to be poked. Her bruised arms flexed and strained with stringy muscles, trying to back away from the needles. But the tiny pricks, like demon teeth in her sore skin, came still, digging deeper and deeper. What was this test for? Max would not go down without a fight. Growling and trying to break free, her body convulsed and writhed on the table. But the white hands held her down, and she was powerless again.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 15, 2007 20:31:58 GMT -5
The doctors smiled as they began to draw her blood, the doctors taking more needles and injecting more and more into her skin. Half of the doctors had white masks over their mouths and others looked like the scientists she knew from the laboratory. Tirith had the ability to delve into people’s minds and find out about them, know everything they knew, especially their fears. He fed on their fears. The doctors smiled a sadistic smile and the head doctor that Max would recognize was gearing to begin to cut her with. As the doctor leaned down to her, a bright light blinded her and then a warrior glad in beautiful gold armor with a fiery sword came into the vision and the knight picked up the doctor and threw him into the wall as the vision passed away. The knight remained, but when Max looked at him, it was Cameron. He was transformed though, stronger, bolder, taller and just all around bigger and more impressive. The hobo turned away and Cameron stepped between him and Max, the fiery sword still in hand.
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Post by Max on Nov 16, 2007 1:33:24 GMT -5
Max could feel her life blood, her vitality, draining with each vial they extracted from her skin. Her heartrate was off the charts, even for her rapid beat, and her muscles knotted with the strain of trying to break free. The chains seemed to grow heavier as the scientist surrounded her, some masked, others poking and prodding her. They were preparing for surgery. But they had not knocked her out yet! Max struggled, incensed at the thought of a live vivisection. She had been forced to watch, one time, as they performed one on a monkey, cutting it open while it was still conscious to see how the insides ticked. Though they had told her at the age of nine that the animals were dumb and did not feel pain, the screams and twitching face of the chimp had brought tears to her eyes and nausea in her stomach. For long she had suspected it would lead to this. "NO!" she screamed, her blue gray eyes wild and dialated. But then a flash of light blinded her sensitive eyes. When she opened them, no doctors were near. Her bonds were no more, and no needles dug into her flesh. Cameron was there, conscious again, but magnificent in shining fiery gold armor, a blazing sword in hand. He shielded her from the hobo/demon, his large body swelled to an overwhelming side. Not all is as it seems Max thought to herself. The next second, blood beginning to run from her aggravated wound again, she collapsed in a fragile heap.
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