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Rhiannon’s message had Matthew worried, in fact, he was far beyond worried and he was well into frantic. He didn’t know where she was or how bad she was but from the sound of her voice, she was really bad. He had tried her cell phone but just got nothing so he had fallen back onto checking his caller ID and noting down the number she had called him from.
He took to tugging on his socks and practically hopped around his room as he held the phone to his ear using his one shoulder. “C’mon, someone pick up,” Matthew muttered as he continued to listen to the dialing tone.
A knot of tension had begun to form in the pit of his stomach and he knew the only way to unravel it was for someone to answer and for him to know where she had called him so he had a place to start. He needed to find his Slayer and as soon as humanly possible.
Matthew now tugged his shoes on over his feet and laced them quickly before he practically stalked his way through his apartment. A hand grabbed his leather biker’s jacket and this was worked on and over one arm at a time as he swapped the phone from one shoulder to the next.
Eventually, someone picked up, “…Hello?” The voice was male and it seemed timid almost as if the guy didn’t think he should be answering the phone.
( Thank God )
( Note For Corbett )
However as he finished the note to Corbett, Matthew realized that there were other people to contact and he hoped against hope that he’d get some kind of response. That creature was still in the heart of Vegas and had to be taken care of but right now he had other things to attend to.
Sometimes Matthew wished there was more than one of him in the world.
( Voicemail To Kris )
( Voicemail To Hayden )
( Voicemail To William )
With all those messages left, Matthew could now turn his attention to directing his bike away from his apartment. The dust was kicked by the treads of his tires as they ripped their way through Searchlight. Matthew was going well above the speed limit but he didn't care, he needed to get to Vegas and he had to find Rhiannon.
The Watcher had his sights set and he was ready for whatever he had to do because right now, things had and needed to be done. He just hoped that Ricky would stick around so he would know he was in the right area of Vegas before the search began.
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[18 Oct 2005|02:44am] |
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All six foot three inches of Kael Saunders was currently crammed into one of those isolation boxes and all six foot three inches of Kael Saunders seemed to hurt. The demons hadn’t been satisfied with shocking him unconscious, they had driven boots and fists into his body until it had crumpled beneath their vicious assault
He couldn’t see out of his right eye, his bottom lip felt heavy and his head seemed to pound with a startling amount of force. Every time he moved, something hurt and he was forced to settle back down.
Being confined like this wasn’t helping matters and a cramp was steadily overcoming both his legs. If it wasn’t one pain, it was another and Kael was doing his best to breathe through the agony that his body had become.
They had beaten him for standing up for that girl and for daring to lift a hand to one of their demon captors but Kael still believed he had done what was right. If people didn’t stand up to bullies then the bullies won and that was unacceptable in his eyes.
His entire frame had taken to shaking, the shock of everything was setting in and the only sound aside from his own ragged breathing was the sound of teeth clashing against teeth. He couldn’t even wrap his arms around himself because one was so bruised, it hurt to move and the other had taken to bleeding.
Kael wondered if anyone was coming for them or if anyone had any plans for escape. Hazel eyes were drawn to the shackle around his ankle which by now had worn through the material of his sock and had taken to scraping against skin. It wouldn’t be long until the skin had been rubbed raw but he would deal with that then.
His eyes closed and his forehead pressed against the inside of the box. He tried to calm his breathing and he tried not to think about how sore he was or how tired he felt, he tried to keep his mind focused on other things.
Though try as hard as he might, Kael couldn’t help but feel that the world was pressing down on his chest and the weight was only getting harder to bear.
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| Phase II |
[18 Oct 2005|10:48pm] |
"Is that really wise?"
Clearly, the Scourge with the adopted name Doug hadn't been present outside the power plant when they plunged Las Vegas into darkness. He would've caged his words, or at least found a less impolitic way of addressing Hannibal's orders.
The gooey mess that resembled his heart beat three times in Hannibal's hands. Doug counted each thump, before his one eye rolled upwards. A shame he didn't have eyelids, for the white was an off-yellow and the glow bounced off the ceiling.
Hannibal addressed the rest of the throng.
"Eight will remain to keep the meat working the mine. We've only half the silver we need to complete the device. The rest of you scour the city of lights. You know what we require; I expect it in my hand-- my other hand, within a week."
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