The wicked die alone.

[syl-thorn.livejournal.com]

[Just past midnight, Thursday, August 14, day 445]
[The woods]

(Continued from here)

I still really ain't sure where we are. We been walkin' ferrat least a couple hours now, but th'clouds've covered th'moon, an'I can't judge what time't might be. Long 'nough fer th'wound'n m'should t'clot over an' m'arm t'go stiff's old leather. Ain't much else I c'n say beyond'at.

Glass'n me ain't spoken much, partly cuz we's both burnt out, partly 'cuz we wanna stay's quiet's possible. I ain't seen neither'a th'bitches since I left'em trapped'n screamin', but I ain't gonna count us 's anywhere near safe 'til we's outta th'woods 'n safe in our beds.

Pause's we cross into a clearin'. "Any idea how much further we got t'go?" I says inna whisper.


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[syl-thorn.livejournal.com]

Jesus fuck, now we's havin' a phil'soph'cal discuss'on while I'm lyin'ere witta bullet'n m'guts. Could'ey bloody make up'eir minds?

Meantime, th'kid's hangin' over me, growlin' like'n alley cat. Somethin' 'bout'im's nigglin't me, but I really ain't got th'time 'r energy t'work't out. Right now'm busy tryin' t'work out if'n I c'n crawl inta th'bushes wit'out any ovvem noticin' me.

[pirate-mystic.livejournal.com]

Do believe she'd shoot me at that. Made sure the man-eater had a trial, yep, but she'd shoot me down. Shakin' my head, but I ain't movin.

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

I can smell the blood very strongly. There's a ripe offal smell around her. I know it isn't good. I'm trying to tug her shirt up in the dark and see where she's wounded. She's not very cooperative, and I'm trying to make sure no one gets to her at the same time. They can shoot me instead. So long as I don't go unconscious I should be alright, shouldn't I?

"Where is it?" I ask her. "Where's the bullet, Syl?" It must be a bullet, with that sharp gun-smell in the air. I need to press on it, I remember that. My head feels thick and slow. "Stop talking and help her," I tell the people around us. I don't care what they think they're doing. "Or I'll hurt you all," I add, because it's the only threat I can think of. Her blood's all over me now, on my hands and my chest.

[regal-vigilante.livejournal.com]

"Sheriff, that is what witches do. They need the flesh and blood of unbaptized children for their spells. And we know that she has helped women to end their pregnancies. She has attacked citizens and mutilated them with knives. What more evidence do you need, Sheriff?"
I shake my head, "But when you chased her through the woods and shot her- you made yourself as much of a villan as you think she is."

*Just shoot them both. Would just take a minute- say it was self-defense. Syl and the boy wuld never say a word of it. Just send away Chester first.*
Push down the urge as the boy speaks up- think he's the one who was staying at the Whitechappel. Don't even bother looking at him.

"Chester- get the Doc for us and get back here quick," leave me alone with the gut-wound I sure as hell can't help, a pair of zealots who'll attack me the second I take my eyes off 'em and a naked teenager.

[chester-excolo.livejournal.com]

Hear something behind me and twitch an ear in it's direction, look back as Mab is talkin' to the two blood thirsty ladies an catch her nod to me. Yeah i'll watch her back.

The kid seems more interested in tryin' to help Syl though Doc'd be better at it. almost as if she caught the end of my thought, Mab orders me, Chester- get the Doc for us and get back here quick,

"You got it, Boss-lady." Before I go, I nudge the back of Reed's leg with my paw, claws still out so's they can tickle her, "You ladies play nice now."

A quick fade puts me right next ta the Doc who's a hell of a lot closer than I figured.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

"Chester- get the Doc for us and get back here quick," Oh thank you Mab---

"Hi Chester. Good job getting me." Give him a quick scratch to the head and a grin, then straighten up.

"Here, 'm here." I say, stepping out from my hiding spot, holding my hands up to show I am unarmed. "Was told there was someone hurt, headed out straight away." Look over to Micah. "Gotta let me see her, okay?" I half tell him, half ask him as I make my way over to Syl. I need to get to her, but if he goes ballistic, it'll make things worse. And I am still hoping not to get shot as I keep one eye on the mess Mab's dealing with.

[catherineknight.livejournal.com]

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