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Why won't somebody come and save me from this?
Loud noises came from the warehouse, as expected when a boss fight was happening inside. The team decided they were going to stay but respected Eliot's wishes of no interference. Parker looked around at the team as the noises suddenly stopped. A single pair of footsteps came toward the door of the warehouse. The whole team visibly tensed, prepared for the worst. However, the door opened to reveal a very battered Eliot. Three slash marks covered his right cheek from ear to chin, his shirt was practically ruins as it had all kinds of tears and rips, pants the same with blood covering it, and the overall appearance of the hitter looked like he fell into a blender. Blood covered nearly every spot on the hitter as well as his mouth. Actually, there looked to be no cuts on his mouth. Then how was there so much blood around...Sophie gasped at her revelation and his appearance. The hitter looked far off and not even his usual grumpy self. He almost seemed... Hostile, like he would attack any threat, friend or foe. Eliot then grinned, revealing a nice, blood covered set of fangs himself.
"Eliot?"
The hitters attention was on Nate faster than lightning. Eliot's eyes were wild and animalistic. His ferocious demeanor also didn't give reassuring feelings to the team. Eliot was tensed for an attack and Nate knew he had to somehow calm down the distant hitter. Any fear he had of the man before seemed minimal to what he felt now. Sure he'd admit it to himself as they all had at one point. He was scared. Nate was afraid for the safety of his team, sadly by one of their own. The mastermind knew Eliot would never hurt the team willingly or even if he was forced to, however Eliot wasn't himself. Nate started to doubt Eliot even knew who or where he even was in that moment. All he could see on the hitter was one thing.
Instinct.
"Sparky?"
Suddenly Eliot's gaze flashed to the next source of noise, the thief of their team. She seemed hopeful but hesitant as she spoke. Taking a step toward the twenty feet gap between her at the car and him at the warehouse door, she paused as Eliot tensed. Waiting for any other reaction, Parker chanced the next step. Eliot tensed more, still assessing if she was a threat. A low rumbling noise came from his throat and the team realized that the hitter was growling. Not his typical growl, but an actual animalistic growl. Nate pulled Parker back quickly, fearing they may not have any way to get through to Eliot. He had to think of a plan fast. However, just as he might of had an inkling of an idea, Eliot suddenly looked down at one of the gashes on his midsection. Nate followed his gaze and took notice of just how much blood was coming from the wound. The hitter looked back up at his team and this time, he had a spark of recognition in his eyes. Then he fell to his knees, his eyes never leaving his team. A sorrowful expression flitted across Eliot's face, making him look lost and remorseful. Nate realized then, their hitter was himself again, and was just trying to protect them. Sophie was the first to run forward to aid Eliot, and Nate snapped out of his haze to yell at the shocked Hardison or lost Parker for the first aid kit in the back of his car. This was going to be a long night.