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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 16:26:39 GMT -5
Her eyes scanned the machinery and cords. She grudgingly admitted that they had done well at taking care of him. Noting the numbers on the machines, she was glad to see that his pulse was stable again, his heart beating at a normal rate. If he could avoid infection, Brandon would be just fine. Sitting in a chair next to the bed, she placed her hands on her lap, red rings prominent where the cuffs had rubbed her skin raw. She was sure she looked a sight: shirt damp, hair limp and unruly, face covered in dirt and sweat, one side of her face scratched and battered, dried blood caking the wound. "Oh, they treated me quite well," she replied distantly, "if you don't count being handcuffed, gagged, thrown face first into a metal van, then left there for almost a whole day to be slowly baked to death. Overall, I have had a rather nice reception." Refusing to look at him, she inspected a torn nail.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 13, 2007 17:57:23 GMT -5
He sighed and offered an apology. " I am sorry for my mens actions. However, you must understand. They are only doing what they know how to do best. " He said calmly. " They are an elite Black Ops recovery team. They did not know who you were and did not desire to take any chances. " He said calmly. " They reason they did not release you from the van was because I was, out cold, as you say it. However, as soon as I heard where you were i quickly gave the order to release you. ' He said kindly. " Now, would you like me to get someone to help you get cleaned up? " He asked
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 18:08:59 GMT -5
She regarded him cooly. "If what they know how to do best is how to completely mistreat people, then they certainly are the elite. Being cautious is no reason to leave someone, injured no less, in a black van to slowly die of heat and suffocation. Look at me!" she commanded, standing up. "I am five four, my weight is none of your business, and I have no upper body muscle. Your men, on the other hand, are highly trained masses of muscle. I would bet you that their arms are as thick around as my waist. One would think a team of them would easily be able to hande moving me inside." Sitting back down and crossing one leg over the other, she said, "I think your men have helped enough. Some of them could do with some help cleaning themselves. If you could just give me a basic first aid kit and direct me to a bathroom with a shower, I think I can fend for myself."
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 13, 2007 19:22:27 GMT -5
He listened to her and nodded. He really didn't have anything else to say to defend his men. He also did not condone their behavior. There are always risks involved in his job and he had trained his men to be as cautious as possible. He pointed to a first aid kit that was on the coffee table. "There you are, and the bathroom is down the hall to your right. " He said as he sat up in his bed and began to look over reports that his men had given him. He scratched his head at some but nothing of great importance.
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 19:32:32 GMT -5
Standing up, she walked out of the room, picking up the kit as she went. Stepping into the bathroom, she shut the door behind her and locked it with a sigh. This was the first time she had really been able to collect herself and relax a bit since she was snatched off the street. Had it been only yesterday? Arai decided that the first order of business was to clean herself up. It seemed like forever since she had gotten completely clean. Running the water of the bathtub, she waited until it was nice and warm. Turning on the shower, she undressed. For a second she looked at herself in the mirror. Her ribs showed a bit; meals were hard to come by when you had no money. Her fingers traced over the ripping scars on her abdomen. She saw the flash of fangs, heard the snarl of hate. Shaking her head, she forced the memory out of her mind. Stepping into the shower, she stood there for a while, letting the soothing warmth of the water wash over her.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 13, 2007 21:06:56 GMT -5
Brandon continued to go over the paperwork as guards walked around the room. As he sat in the bed one of his men came into the bedroom to speak with him. " Mr.Smith, we ran a blood test on Arai's blood from the van and we found something rather disturbing. " Said the guard as he handed Brandon the test results and Brandon looked them over and grunted and smashed his fist on the table. " d**n it! " He said. Post two centuries outside of the bathroom door. When she comes out do nothing. Let her come to me. Have the outside of the house covered. Move! " He ordered as he then waited for Arai to finish cleaning up.
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 21:37:51 GMT -5
Arai lathered soap thickly on her body, scrubbing away the weeks of grime and sweat. Gently, she washed off her face, wincing as the generic soap burned her scrape. The water gurgled down the faucet, brown with dirt. After repeating this process numerous times, the water finally ran clear. Scrubbing her hair as well, she finally turned off the water. Stepping out, dripping puddles on the floor, she picked up a towel that lay nearby. Rubbing her short hair vigorously, she dried herself off. Looking in the mirror, she smiled at the sight she made. Her skin a bit red from the scrubbing and her hair wild from being dried, she looked like a crazy lunatic. Opening the first aid kit, she found an antibiotic cream and put some over her scar. leaning closer, she decided it didn't require a bandaid, it being a minor surface wound. Putting on her clothes again, she wrinkled her nose, wishing she didn't have to put these dirty things back on her now-clean body. Picking the first aid kit back up, she unlocked the door and stepped out. This was new. Two men stood on either side of the doorway, like sentries. They looked over, muscles tense, as she came out, then quickly looked away again, avoiding her eyes. Although it made her uneasy, she figured they still didn't trust her. As she went to Brandon's room, she could feel their stares boring into her head. Opening the door, she stepped into the room.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 13, 2007 22:12:13 GMT -5
Whenever she stepped into Brandon's room she could see him, sitting upright in his bed cleaning his pistol. The clip was next to him and he looked up at her and smiled. " Well hello there. " He sad with a kind smile. " Did you enjoy your shower? " He asked as he continued to play with the gun, looking at her and then back at the gun over and over. " Would you do me a favor and toss me those silver bullets there on the desk.." He said calmly as on the desk were six silver bullets, made to fit the pistol. He waited to see what she would do.
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 22:34:30 GMT -5
"Hello," she replied cautiously. Something wasn't right; she could sense it. Every instinct of hers screamed 'danger'. Sitting in the chair again, she pulled out his phone. "Here," she said, "I believe this is yours." Setting it beside him, she looked at him. When he asked her to hand him the bullets, he knew something was up. The bullets were shiny; they looked new. She looked back and forth between the bullets and Brandon. "Okay, what's up," she said accusingly, crossing her arms, "and don't deny it."
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 14, 2007 6:25:39 GMT -5
He looked up from cleaning his gun and shook his head. " Nothing. Why do you ask? I am just cleaning my gun. " He said with a kind smile. " I just need the bullets over there to finish loading the clip. " He said as he picked up the clip, showing that it was half empty. " See. " He said with a smile.
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Post by Arai on Sept 14, 2007 6:32:10 GMT -5
She regarded him skeptically for a few seconds, gaze unblinking and suspicious. "I ask because suddenly there are two guards outside my door who looked at me like a dangerous criminal," she replied, "and I can't help but feel there's more going on than you are telling me." Nevertheless, she reached for the bullets. Hand hovering above them, her sixth sense of danger screamed that something was wrong. Still, she didn't see any reason not to hand him the bullets. Her hand closed over the shining pieces. Instantly, she flung them away, her hand burning as if she had tried to clutch fire. Arai couldn't help but let loose a rather wolfish howl of pain.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 14, 2007 6:57:26 GMT -5
That was enough for Brandon to need to know and see, let alone hear. In an instant he pulled another clip from under the pillow and loaded it into the pistol and took aim at her. " My men scanned your blood, after you were let out of the van. The results showed something very unnatural in human DNA.....and by my little tests proves that you are a werewolf as did the blood results. " He said as he pulled back the hammer to the gun. " My question is why did you not kill me when you had the chance? " He asked
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Post by Arai on Sept 14, 2007 10:22:18 GMT -5
She heard the snap of a gun being loaded followed by the sinister click of the hammer cocking. Painfully opening her hand, she drew in a hissing breath at the marks. Already they were red and angry, beginning to raise into blisters. She glanced at the bullets, gleaming on the floor, and deduced that they were probably silver, as were the ones in the gun now pointed at her. She should have guessed they would do some sort of blood test on her; after all, they were highly trained to prepare for anything. Arai decided it was time for the truth. Boldy, her golden brown eyes met Brandon's. "Why do you assume that anyone different from you would want to hurt you?" she queried. She was used to people running from her and driving her away when they found out she was a werewolf. "I don't like this any more than you," she said calmly, "I did not choose to be a werewolf. Yes, I could have easily killed you numerous times since I have met you. I could have left the bullet in, or I could have just let you bleed to death. I also could have not called your men, and I could have fought back when they treated me the way they did. When they finally did let me inside, I could have killed you just by unhooking or adjusting some of your machinary. But I didn't. I obviously have no ill intent towards you, Brandon, and why would the fact that you now know that I am a werewolf change that?"
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 14, 2007 11:21:41 GMT -5
He looked at her and did not speak for a moment. " Because of what you are. You knew that i knew of werewolves and vampires and you lied then. Why should you tell the truth now? " He asked coldly, the gun aimed directly at her heart. " Because your kind has killed so many of my brethren and you do not deserve to exist with the rest of humanity. " He said with the same sharp cold tone. " I could go on and on. However, i shall give you two choices. You shall either submit and be restrained without struggle or we shall use lethal force upon you. There is no way out. This building is a compound. " He said calmly.
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Post by Arai on Sept 14, 2007 11:39:51 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow at his comments. "Actually," she pointed out, "I didn't lie. I told you I believed in vampires and werewolves; you only questioned me about vampires." She was a bit surprised at the hatred in his voice. "By the same token, your kind has killed many of my brethren," she retorted, "and yet I do not hate you for being human." Lifting the edge of her shirt, she revealed the angry, still healing ripping scars gashing across her stomach, left by the werewolf that had attacked her. An edge of anger in her voice, she said, "I did not bring this upon myself. The werewolf that killed my boyfriend in front of me would have killed me too if my friends had not driven it away. Later, when the full moon came and we all realized it had not been an ordinary wolf attack, they drove me away as well. I am not a vicious person, Brandon," she said cuttingly, "I wanted to be a doctor, to heal people. I healed you, for heaven's sake!" she said, gesturing at his bandaged side. Then she sat in the chair, crossing her arms. "You will never understand," she finished calmly, "because you do not want to. This war has turned you into a pitiless killer, unable to think outside your own prejeduces. I will not attack you or any of your men. If those are the only two options, I will gladly go with you of my own accord. On one condition. On the event of a full moon, please lock and chain me somewhere that no one can free me from. When I am forced to transform, I cannot control myself."
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