[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

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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

Comments

cw violence; gore

[ecks]

[This close to her counterpart, Ecks's nose begins to bleed. She yanks at the handle of the hatchet, but she's buried it so deep in the anomaly's side that she pulls both of them off balance, the anomaly taking advantage by toppling over on top of her, grasping at Ecks's face and neck. Ecks shrieks -- there's something happening to her face, the crooked lines of stitches seeming to writhe. The Ecks on top, she of the gradient, is utterly fixated though her teeth are clenched in pain. She will make it right, make it straight --

Ecks is definitely having trouble. Royce definitely has an opening.]

[devoutish]

[And Alfie's going to take it along with him. He lurches forward, knife at the ready, and aims to sink it into the false Ecks's arm, reaching to roughly pull the real Ecks back at the same time.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce dives forward, not seeming to care how dizzy he is or how much his nose bleeds. Alfie pulls the real Ecks back, and Royce rams into the fake one, knocking the anomaly off of the real Ecks with a roar. Her shriek echoes in his head as he sinks his razor into the straight, steady lines of the anomaly and rips through them. ]

cw gore

[ecks]

[Underneath the perfect lines of her skin are perfect lines of muscle that part for their blades. The anomaly screams in pain, scrabbling at Royce's head, her fingers slippery with blood. Where she gets her hands on him it will feel like his skin and skull are trying to yank themselves into a new alignment. Her grip is weak, though; there's no strength to match her fury.

Ecks clings to Alfie, an amateur mistake in a fight.]

We need a door! It needs to be on the other side of a door!

[devoutish]

No!

[He lunches for Royce and the anomaly, panicked, torn between wanting to fend her off and pull him back. Ecks's grip on him hampers this, somewhat; he doesn't get close enough to grab either of them, no matter how hard he tries.]

[bywolves]

[ Oh, wow, he super doesn't like that. Royce lets out an almost yowl of pain, yanking the razor out and then stabbing it right back in, aiming to tear as much as he can, and then he stumbles back as blood drips down his forehead. Door. It needs to be where there's a door.

Panting, Royce lunges forward again, grabbing at his razor and trying to drag the anomaly with him towards the bathroom of the house, stumbling and slipping on all sorts of blood. ]

Open it! [ Royce roars, trying to focus on not falling to the floor. ]

[ecks]

[The first mistakes wounds are already closing, flesh coming back into alignment with itself, but it's too much too fast. The anomaly's screams are Ecks's screams.

Ecks, for her part, regains her head and dashes ahead of Royce to open the bathroom door.]

I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry!

[devoutish]

[Alfie is hot on Royce's heels - Ecks can handle the door, and he can deal with that anomaly, trying to shove it in and keep it away from Royce. He's not at all physically imposing right now, and is in fact pretty incapable of moving fast, but he's going to try as hard as he can.]

[bywolves]

[ The screams are going to haunt him for a while. Right now his adrenaline is rushing so hard that he can't even begin to think about the future. Instead, he yanks his razor out (he's not leaving it behind, thanks) and with Alfie's help, shoves the damn thing through the bathroom door, moving to help the real Ecks slam the door closed. ]

[ecks]

[Blood drips from Ecks's face as she helps shove the door shut on her counterpart, scrabbling for a lock -- none on this side. That is logical but unfortunate.]

We need to barricade it inside!

[From the other side of the door come inhuman shrieks. "Liars! Liars and thieves!"]

[devoutish]

Furniture--

[He casts around wildly for something that they can push - or rather, something that two of them can push, while the third makes sure the door stays shut. The couch, maybe?]

[bywolves]

[ The couch works. Royce is already racing towards it, trying his best to push it quickly. ]

Hold the door, Ecks, we're coming -- [ Royce says, loudly. If the couch on its own doesn't work, there's a bookcase they can shove in there as well. ]

[ecks]

[It slams against the door from the other side, but the Eckses' strength is equally matched and the one on their side has the advantage of leverage. This close she's dizzy again, nose bleeding freely, but she will hold the door as long as it takes.]

I am holding it! Hurry!

Please hurry!

[devoutish]

[With the two of them working on the couch, they manage to get it over to the door quickly - or as quickly as can be expected from two weak, emaciated men running purely on adrenaline, anyway. Once they have it in place, Alfie steps back, wanting to see if it looks like the door alone will be able to hold the anomaly in.]

[bywolves]

[ Alfie steps back, and Royce immediately goes for any other furniture in the room, attempting to push that against the door as well. He's not taking any chances. ]

[ecks]

[Ecks steps back as well, watching the door as the anomaly slams into it from the other side over and over. "Liars! Liars! Liars!" it's shouting with each blow of its body against the barrier, regular as a metronome. The couch seems to be holding it, but Ecks goes to help Royce move all the other furniture over there as well.]

[devoutish]

[Once they've done as much as they can, Alfie steps back from the door and the furniture pile-up, breathing heavily. Just that amount of exertion has taken a lot out of him.]

-- All right?

[bywolves]

[ Royce is also exhausted, gasping for air. He reaches for Ecks, to hold her wrist, if she'll allow it. ]

Alive. [ He gasps. ]

[ecks]

[In response she presses in close, going shoulder to shoulder with Royce.]

We should leave. We should leave very soon.