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Entry tags:
- !event,
- *log,
- *open,
- alfie solomons (peaky blinders),
- angel (borderlands),
- castiel (supernatural),
- ecks (original),
- flynn carsen (the librarian),
- gregory house (house md),
- harley quinn (dc),
- jared rhys (original),
- john watson (bbc sherlock),
- mycroft holmes (bbc sherlock),
- peter quill (mcu),
- sheena fujibayashi (tales of symphonia),
- squalo superbi (khr),
- will graham (hannibal)
[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three
Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough
cw: burn and shrapnel injuries; rubber melting to skin
The doctor does fall back into the snow, though, with a cry of pain. He buries his hand deep in the snow, There's another sear of pain across his shoulder and the scent of burning flesh as one of Sylar's sparks stabs through his chest.
Up. Up. Need to run. They're almost to the shack. Will. Where's Will? The doctor struggles, fighting through the pain, just trying to get upright. Sylar's own delay might be enough to save them.
cw: burn and shrapnel injuries
He can hear House cry out, using the sound as a guide to identify which direction in which to lurch. His whole body hurts and he can smell blood. As his hands find House, he pushes at the doctor, not enough to topple him but encouragement to run, run before Sylar can pull himself back together and reach them.
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He's starting to look less like a ball of light and more person-shaped. Might want to move quickly.
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"Door!" Holding Will and clutching his injured hand close to his chest, the work of getting the door open will fall to the ex-profiler. Once they're in, House turns right back around to slam the door on Sylar and shove himself against the door to keep the anomaly out. It's a small mercy that this shack doesn't have any windows.
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It takes both his hands to figure out how to work the knob, the pain from all that electricity is starting to overwhelm the adrenaline in his system, but he gets the door open. One of his hands reaches back, trying to scrabble at House to ensure the doctor comes in with him, relaxing only once he hears the door slam shut.
Falling on the ground in an undignified heap, Will's head hung and he whispered.
"Sorry."
Whether the apology was to House, for not being able to help hold the door, or to Sylar on the other side, was anyone's guess. Hell, it probably was to them both.
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He slides down to sitting against the door to hold it. "How was the... mm... the ECT?" No bite guards included this time.
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As he spoke he lay more completely on the floor. His pack was pushed under him and he thought he should move it, but it seemed like too much trouble at the moment.
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Sylar continues pounding at the door for what feels like hours, but is really only about 20 minutes. House holds position for another 10 minutes before getting up and peeking out the door. The anomaly is gone. But he's not taking chances. He slumps down to block the door again and pulls out his tablet for light. The Vicodin comes out next and he dry swallows two pills to help deal with the pain as he finally pulls his hand away from where he has it curled to his chest and takes a look.
He tries to uncurl his fingers and makes a choked sound of agony. "Graham. I need your help." He needs to get the shrapnel out of Will, too. Maybe he should do that before dealing with his hand.