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Post by Francis O'Connor on Mar 23, 2011 9:33:05 GMT -5
Francis dropped the girl when he was tackled to the ground. He let out a groan, not having really expected to fool to be so brash in his actions. He landed on the ground, hard and laughed at the guy, the sound stressed. "I take it you don't like my plan?" he asked, punching the guy in the gut. "You could always watch if you want and I'll kill you after..." He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. The fact that it pissed this guy off made this all the more fun for Francis. He pushed up on the guy, pushing him off of him.
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 23, 2011 9:50:21 GMT -5
Mercy had the wind knocked out of her when she landed on the ground, on her back and looking up as the rain poured down in her. She winced in pain, having hurt her wrist when she fell. She gripped it and rolled around a bit in pain, though she was quite sure that it was not broken. Her chest heaved and she shivered from the cold rain, looking over to where Tyler was over top of the man, scared that he might get hurt. She just wanted to get the hell out of there, but she was temporarily dazed, unable to think clearly at the moment.
((Uhh, it's short! But don't forget I'm posting as two people here! lol))
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Post by Tyler Van Helsing on Mar 25, 2011 6:02:21 GMT -5
Tyler growled as the man laughed. Who the hell does that!? He aimed a punch at the man's face, but was stopped short by a punch to the stomach. He wheezed out a groan, and then stood no chance as the man shoved him off. He fell to the ground aside from the man, the wind knocked out of him. He curled into a ball, holding his stomach. He had to get up, this man was going to hurt Mercy, and he couldn't have it. He wouldn't allow it. He would die before he'd let Mercy get raped and killed.
He rolled onto his feet, wincing slightly, obviously not as strong as this man. He couldn't understand why, they were the same size, same muscle tone. It was like this guy had super strength or something. He clenched his teeth together, moving fast so that he was in front of Mercy. "I suggest you back off." he said, firmly. The guy probably took him as a joke. "I don't think you would want to deal with two murders on your hands." he said, making a good statement. At least... for anyone that was human. What Tyler didn't know was that this guy probably killed two people each day.... |
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Post by Francis O'Connor on Mar 27, 2011 8:41:49 GMT -5
Francis got up as Tyler went to defend the girl and he cracked his knuckles and neck. "What's two more murders to add to the list?" he asked, chuckling. He shook his head at this guy and just came forward slowly, looking at him as if trying to determine the best way to get through him to the girl. "I eat girls like her fro breakfast," he said, smirking. "Although... I don't kill many scumbags like you." His head tilted to the side and he stepped forward, the rain washing away any dirt or mud that had gotten onto him.
"I'll tell you what lad..." he said, willing to compromise with the man so then maybe he could have a bit more fun with Mercy. "You leave the lass here with me and I'll let you go home in one piece. Then I won't have two murders on my hands tonight." He walked forward slowly, knowing the closer he got, the more uncomfortable the could grew. |
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 27, 2011 9:03:47 GMT -5
Mercy had gotten to her feet, ready to go forward when she saw Tyler wincing on the ground, but before she could, he was already on his feet and in front of her, defending her. She moved in toward him, scared to death and freezing in this cold rain. Mercy was up against Tyler's back, gripping the back of his shirt. She didn't want him to leave her and she certainly didn't want him to accept the offer. She was terrified of what he would do to her. She knew Tyler wouldn't accept the offer, but there was still the fear that he would.
Her heart was pounding and she was shaking, even as she gripped Tyler. She wanted to go, she wanted to get out of there and away from this man. Not to mention, she didn't want Tyler to get hurt. Then they were both pretty much screwed. "Tyler..." she said behind him, obviously scared... |
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Post by Tyler Van Helsing on Mar 27, 2011 10:39:40 GMT -5
Tyler's chest heaved as the man walked closer to him and Mercy. Ty was running out of options, apparently this guy didn't care if both of them died. He seemed really twisted and Tyler didn't want to deal with him anymore. His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to come up with something that would drive this man away from them both. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Why the hell would I do that? Are you stupid or something? I think since I've stuck around this long trying to keep your disgusting hands off Mercy, you think I'd stay as long as I needed to. Even if it meant me dying." Tyler said with a grunt.
He was trying to think of something to do, he tried not to look so ancy, but he was. His last resort? Run. He was quick about it, and he surprised himself as he spun around on his heel, grabbing Mercy's hand and bolting away. |
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 28, 2011 16:07:52 GMT -5
Mercy couldn't have been more surprised when Tyler suddenly took off running, dragging her behind him. She ran with him, trying her hardest to keep up, having some difficulty with the damn dress and the slippery ground. She looked behind them, scared and wanting to see how far behind the man was. She could see his outline running through the forest and it made her run faster. She gripped Tyler's hand as though her life depended on it, because honestly... her life may have just depended on it.
And then she got caught. She was yanked to a stop as the skirts of her dress got caught on a thorn bush, the thorns so embedded that she couldn't get them herself and didn't have the strength to rip the fabric herself. "Tyler!" she cried out, sounding purely terrified. The man was gaining on them and she was stuck, yanking and pulling at the skirts of her dress. Her heart was on the verge of pounding out of her chest and she was shaking with terror. |
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Post by Tyler Van Helsing on Mar 28, 2011 21:01:21 GMT -5
Tyler's breathing was drowning out everything in his head, he couldn't focus, he was scared for once, and didn't know who to handle this situation. He couldn't harm this guy, he was too strong, and if he didn't run with Mercy, who knows what would happen to both of them. Tyler was no willing to die right now, and there was no way in hell he was letting anything happen to Mercy.
His own heart pounding harder and harder, he picked his way through the forest, trying to do it at the fastest pace he could do without falling over things. Either way, it was faster than Mercy could keep up with in a dress. He slid to a stop as soon as her hand was yanked from his own, he at first thought it was the man who had grabbed hold of her, and he panicked, slipping and almost falling into the mud. When he regained balance he realized it was a thorn bush, and he made short work of it, ripping the bush away from Mercy's dress, but cutting himself in the process. The rain was pouring down heavier and heavier, and Tyler could barely see ten feet in front of him. He had no idea where he was going, all he knew was he had to keep them running. "Come'on!" He screamed to Mercy, helping her regain her composure and then pulling her hard to get her to run again, ok so it was a little harsh, but there lives were in danger. Tyler wasn't going to be soft about this. |
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Post by Mercy Scarborough on Mar 29, 2011 16:04:15 GMT -5
Mercy had been close to freaking out, throwing panicked looks to where she knew the man was running from. then, the next thing she knew, she and Tyler were running again, the skirts of her dress torn from the thorns, some of the fabric left behind. Her chest heaved in the great effort it took her to breathe as she ran, barely able to keep up with him. There were a few times that she slid, but she managed to stay on her feet, amazingly, so determined to get away from that man back there. Her heart pounding seemed to be drowning out everything else and she felt as though this feeling, this running, was never going to stop...
Behind them, Francis slowed to a stop, knowing his victims were going to get away. But that was ok.. because as he stopped, his eyes fell upon something stuck to a thorn bush. Leaning down and pulling it free, a wicked smile crossed his face as he held the fabric to his nose. He could smell her on it... Putting the fabric into his pocket, he turned and went the other way. He would get to them... when they were least expecting it... oh, he was going to have so much fun playing with these two... |
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