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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 19, 2007 7:48:09 GMT -5
Arai of the werewolf clan was flown into Honolulu from America. He was transported by Nathan Harris and Cameron Anders. They had been told by their operatives on the ground of the mistreatment of an ally and Cameron had gone to investigate. In eighteen hours they had returned to Honolulu, with Arai. They brought her to the base, but they did not bring her down into the lower levels where the truly secret things took place and if she became rowdy, could easily destroy. They laid her in a bed in one of the apartments above ground, hooked up to IVs and other hospital equipment to monitor everything. There wasn't much they could do for some of her wounds except stitch them and clean them. There they waited for Arai to awake. Cameron was to be notified as soon as she did.
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Post by Arai on Sept 19, 2007 10:13:14 GMT -5
beep.............beep............beep the noise shot through the muddled darkness, bringing Arai into consciousness. It sounded strangely familiar; she knew she had heard that before. Except for the slow, steady beep, all she could hear was her own heartbeat. Where was she? Her memories slowly returned, and she remembered the beating she had recieved, then she had been moved. So where was she now? Slowly, more senses rushed back to her. The smell of hospitals and cleanliness filled her nostrils, and she was aware of each slow, slightly rattling breath she took. That's right; she had some ribs broken. Feeling began to flood back into her system, and now she could feel the dull pain all throughout her body. Her head throbbed with a headache of massive proportions, and her spine was sore from mistreatment. Arai couldn't move. Straining in her mind, she tried to twitch a finger, make a sound, anything to prove to herself that she was alive. Finally, her eyes slowly opened, blinking once, staring a bit confused at the ceiling.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 19, 2007 10:31:22 GMT -5
One of the guards there was watching the video feed coming from the room saw Arai open her eyes and look around at everything. She was conscious and that meant he needed to tell Cameron. He radioed to the man in the elevator room and he radioed down to Cameron. It took him a few minutes to get up to the room, but he did. He was wearing a green t shirt and camouflaged pants. He of course had a gun, his pistol this time suspended from a strap and holster on his side instead of on his waist. He smiled at Arai and walked over to the bed, checking the IVs and vital signs. “Are you feeling any better? We gave you some morphine to numb the pain from your ribs.
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Post by Arai on Sept 19, 2007 10:37:40 GMT -5
Upon opening her eyes, Arai surveyed the room. No one was here; she was alone. Though knowing these military types, she was probably being monitored via cameras. Sure enough, she saw cameras in the corner, pointed at her. Looking down at her right arm, she saw the IV needle taped down, giving her fluids and rehydrating her small frame. Someone had cleaned her up a bit: her body was no longer covered in her own blood, and the wound on her leg was stitched up nicely. Her stomach was still bruised, a mix of mottled purple, green, and black among the white scars crisscrossing her waist. Her ribs felt better; she suspected that she had been given some painkiller and also that she now healed faster from the lycan side.
The door creaked open and she fixed her light brown eyes on the entrance, seeing who was coming in. It was the man; the one who had come in and given her water. He was dressed simply, nothing extra to weigh him down. From his build she could tell that he was highly adept at fighting. "Thank you," she allowed grudgingly, her voice still strained from the bruising her larynx had taken. "Where am I?"
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 19, 2007 13:10:49 GMT -5
Cameron smiled down at her. He was trying his hardest to be nice. He didn't want her treatment to begrudge any sort of relationship that the werewolves had with the humans. He would greatly desire to keep them, at least mostly on his side. He didn't want to have to fight both werewolves and vampires at the same time. Then of course there were the demons that they were probably be fighting soon enough. This was a messed up world. Cameron put his hand comfortingly on her arm, " You are in a military base in Honolulu, Hawaii. This is the center of the resistance for the vampires, so you will be safe here. Kind of one of those, the enemy of my enemy is my friend sort of ideas." Cameron said with a smile, " But i apologize for the actions of the men, they are awaiting punishment now." Cameron said.
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Post by Arai on Sept 19, 2007 13:52:02 GMT -5
A shaft of anger flashed through her normally calm eyes at his touch. "Hands off," she said coldly, "I've had enough 'interaction' with your people as of late." Hawaii? So she was where she was going in the first place. Although she would have preferred coming peacefully, not as a necessary action for her life. "Well you certainly don't treat your friends very well," she commented cooly, "and if those men are any example of the resistance, then frankly, you're all screwed." With a derisive laugh, she shook her head almost pityingly. "Your men aren't even trained well enough to follow a simple order! What makes it even more unbelievable is that I showed them no agression, no hostility. Heck, I saved the life of their leader, and all I got in thanks was suffocation in a black van, then a brutal beating, then drowning! Your apologies mean nothing to me," she stated, "words are meaningless; action is what speaks truth."
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 19, 2007 13:56:25 GMT -5
Cameron sat down on the chair that was next to Arai. Wow, she had been through quite a lot. Suffocation in a black van with the sun heating the vehicle. Now that was a torture he hadn't tried before. Perhaps you should use that on some prisoners one day, but another day. Cameron frowned when she said that his words meant nothing. His word was his bond and there had only been one time where he had not been able to hold true to it. Of course, he was half dead so, it was understandable. He ran his hands through his brown hair and it just returned to place once his hands left his head. He listened to her finish and then smiled, " Alright then, if you won't take my word for it, then what can i do that will prove my apologizes?" Cameron asked.
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Post by Arai on Sept 19, 2007 14:02:51 GMT -5
She tried to cross her arms, but that didn't work so well considering the IV tubes that were there. So she settled for a disdainful look. "I'm sure you can think of something," she said coldly, "you people seem to have no problem with thinking of different ways to hurt someone; now let's see if you can apply that energy towards something better." Arai was normally a calm, fogiving type, but this was too much. When you made her mad, she stayed mad at you. It was not a typical burning anger that would smash things and fight, but rather an icy, rational fury that she kept directed at you. It would take a lot to get her to warm up to any of these men at this point.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 19, 2007 14:12:41 GMT -5
Gee, that was helpful, oh so helpful to Cameron. He shook his head and stood up. Well, there really wasn't anything that he could do for her more than he had offered. " Well i can get you some food if you would like, oh and the half moon i think is tonight, that should help with the healing. When you are ready and running around again, let one of my guards know would you? They wouldn't hurt you, trust me. If you don't trust me, well honestly you have to so, live with that." Cameron said and walked back towards the door. " I will have some food brought to you and um, well just let my guards now when you can move so i can have a talk with you." Cameron said and left the room. About an hour later someone came with a full chicken, mashed potatoes, green beens, and carrots. The man placed them on a table next to Arai and left. She needed to heal.
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Post by Arai on Sept 19, 2007 14:20:49 GMT -5
Arai watched him leave, her cool golden gaze following his every movement. Trust was a luxury she lived without, just like money, friends, and pretty much any sort of comfort. But for now, she dismissed the thoughts of this man from her mind, concentrating on healing. Closing her eyes, she dozed lightly, listening to the rythmic humming of the machines. Her dislocated leg had been popped back in, it seemed, for now it was not agonizingly painful, only incredibly sore. When someone entered the room, she kept her eyes closed, smelling food. The door shut again, and she decided it was time to eat. Her appetite was ravenous; she didn't get steady meals, and the toll the beatings and travel had put on her slender frame was enormous. Making considerable inroads on the chicken, she reveled in the steamy warmth and the juicy taste. Her body craved protein. She soon finished off the potatoes as well, and, skipping the green beans, ate the carrots. Arai had never liked green beans; nasty little things they were. Finished with her meal, she lay back again, feeling better already.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 19, 2007 14:33:54 GMT -5
It was becoming night and Cameron was out on the greens of the apartment, walking with some of the men. He was talking with Nathan and another superior named Justin. " So do you think she is a threat right now? She was told to be hostile." Justin said. " Yea, but along with that came the reports of her attacking people and that didn't happen as claimed. I think that it would be safe to assume that what came from Brandon's base is incorrect." Cameron retorted. " Yea i witnessed it too. She was beat up and it will take a while for her to heal." " Well not if tonight provides a good moon. That helps werewolves somehow. " Cameron said. " Well she will let us know in the morning was is going on, so lets get inside." Nathan said and they departed into the base, by way of the elevator.
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Post by Arai on Sept 19, 2007 14:41:56 GMT -5
Arai lay alone on the bed, the spiking lines of the heart monitor steadily beating out thier patterns. Turning her head, she looked out the window, unshaded. The half moon shone down, the cold, distant beauty of it lifting her heart somehow. As much as she hated the moon, she also loved it, in its heavenly elegance. The soft silver beams shone on her battered body, enveloping her in their silken light. She felt stronger, somehow, with this cool luminescence upon her. And slowly, peacefully, her brown eyes closed, her breathing steady and relaxed, as she began to heal.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 19, 2007 14:46:46 GMT -5
Cameron was watching Arai in the video room in the base below the ground. He had left the blinds open so that the moon could easily penetrate the room. It did and its light shown on Arai. That was good. She was get better fast and that was what Cameron needed. He needed a werewolf, a full and strong werewolf. He needed to know what was going on with Alena and the others that created the council. He needed to know if they required his help and he needed to tell them that he was going to need theirs in upcoming events. But for now, he would let Arai rest. He time would come. For right now he would wait till morning.
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Post by Arai on Sept 19, 2007 14:56:03 GMT -5
The rays of the dawn sun peeked through the open window, shining in on Arai. Closing her eyes tighter, she lifted an arm and covered her face. No go. She was already too awake. Opening her eyes, she experienced that momentary confusion that strikes in the morning. Then she realized where she was and sighed. Another day in recovery. It occured to her that breathing was not as painful this morning; neither was movement. Slowly, cautiously, she lifted herself up on her left elbow, careful of the IV in her right arm. Running her hand across her stomach, she noted that the bruising had decreased a lot, though there was still some discoloration. Her left leg was a bit stiff, but she felt like she would be able to stand on it. The stitched cut in her right leg looked better. Remarkable. It looked like she had gotten it about a week ago, not yesterday. Putting her hand to her face, she felt the bumpy scabs of her encounters with the floor. And her head did not throb so incessantly; at least now she could think clearly without that bothering her. For once she was grateful for her lycan side.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 19, 2007 15:25:58 GMT -5
The base was alive as men were running military drills in the courtyard and guards walked the open halls outside of Arai's room. Cameron had seen on the monitor that Arai was awake and he had decided to go check on her. He walked into the room, wearing the same thing that he was earlier. He didn't really have a great variety of clothing, but hey, oh well. He was a military man and didn't need show clothes. " Feeling any better?" Cameron asked as he walked in. He had a tray of food for her. There was oatmeal, apples and oranges with apple and orange juice. Danishes and basically everything on a person's breakfast wish.
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