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Michael kneeled beside Maria and brought his hand up to her face trying to
move her heavy, blood soaked hair. He held his hand up and looked as the
blood ran down his arm and dripped to the floor.
"There's so much blood. My god, Maria you have to wake up so i can make a
connection." He shook her slightly and got no response. Michael placed his
hand on her forehead and tried to make a connection. Though he was
unsuccessful in making one, he got a semi-second flash of Courtney digging
her nails into Maria's beautiful face.
"I'll kill that bitch." Michael yelled as he went to get some towels and a
bowl of water. He thought about calling Max, maybe he'd have better luck in
healing her, but Michael knew without a connection it was hopeless. He wanted
to clean Maria up as best as he could before he called the others. He knew
Liz would flip out if she seen her like this, Hell he was close to flipping
out already.
Michael returned and pulled Maria's hair into a loose pony-tail, he'd wash it
later. He soaked the towel in the water, beginning with Maria's face. He
wiped it gently and some of her face became visible. Michael winced at the
scratches and gashes that appeared. He rinsed the towel and brought it back
to her face swiping the right cheek gently. He looked at a deep red
collection of marks that started to show, not knowing what to make of it he
squinted trying to get a better look.
Michael raised his hand and pointed it at the lamp on the end table, which
flicked on immediately. He took the cloth and dabbed at the mark again, and
held his breath. It was a bite mark, he could make out almost all of the
teeth, a little lower to that was another one.
"What the hell went on tonight?! Maria, please wake up!" He looked at her
non-responsive face, and felt tears stinging his eyes. He had to be strong
and get this done, Maria was counting on him. He finished clearing her face
of the blood, revealing only a couple more scrapes. He stopped and looked
confused.
"All that blood couldn't have come from just these wounds." Michael said
aloud. He started to inspect her hair seeing if there was any head wound
hidden beneath the thick mane. He found a thick gash, that was leaking some
blood but still not enuff to produce all that was on the floor, soaked threw
his couch, or in the now red bowl.
Michael figured that answer would have to wait until Maria awoke, or until he
found Courtney. 'She better be praying to whatever god she knows of that i
don't find her ass.' He thought angrily.
Michael pulled off Maria's shirt and pants, leaving her in her bra and
panties, and gently lifted her to his bed. He couldn't have her on the couch
anymore, it'd be no use trying to get her clean there. He left her for a
second to dump the bloody water and to refill the bowl. When he returned he
noticed her body was in a horrible state.
Michael brought his hand up and stroked Maria's cheek gently, trying to get
another flash of what might have happened, but got nothing. He brought a
clean towel down and was about to start working on her arms when he seen
another dis-heartening thing.
"Are these burns?!" he whispered as he looked deeper at the scolded flesh on
her right arm. It started with her hand and reached all the way up to her
shoulder. He had to brace himself, the looks of these burns were horrid. The
skin was rough looking and the blisters were huge, raising off of her skin.
He looked over at the left arm and noticed it almost all clear, except for
some faint bruises.
Michael ran a shaky hand threw his hair, leaving traces of Maria's blood on
his forehead. He went to his bathroom quickly and returned with a beat up old
first-aid kit. He pulled out the gauze and flinched as he started covering
the worst part, her fingers were almost non-recognizable.
He started thinking about the feelings these hands had given him all the
times that Maria touched him, if they were just cuddling or making-out, her
hands and her heart always accepted him no matter what had happened, no
matter what he put her threw. He couldn't lose her while she thought he was
actually interested in Courtney.
Michael screamed out and dropped his head onto her brusied and battered
stomach and began to cry.
~2~
Michael kneeled beside Maria and brought his hand up to her face trying to
move her heavy, blood soaked hair. He held his hand up and looked as the
blood ran down his arm and dripped to the floor.
"There's so much blood. My god, Maria you have to wake up so i can make a
connection." He shook her slightly and got no response. Michael placed his
hand on her forehead and tried to make a connection. Though he was
unsuccessful in making one, he got a semi-second flash of Courtney digging
her nails into Maria's beautiful face.
"I'll kill that bitch." Michael yelled as he went to get some towels and a
bowl of water. He thought about calling Max, maybe he'd have better luck in
healing her, but Michael knew without a connection it was hopeless. He wanted
to clean Maria up as best as he could before he called the others. He knew
Liz would flip out if she seen her like this, Hell he was close to flipping
out already.
Michael returned and pulled Maria's hair into a loose pony-tail, he'd wash it
later. He soaked the towel in the water, beginning with Maria's face. He
wiped it gently and some of her face became visible. Michael winced at the
scratches and gashes that appeared. He rinsed the towel and brought it back
to her face swiping the right cheek gently. He looked at a deep red
collection of marks that started to show, not knowing what to make of it he
squinted trying to get a better look.
Michael raised his hand and pointed it at the lamp on the end table, which
flicked on immediately. He took the cloth and dabbed at the mark again, and
held his breath. It was a bite mark, he could make out almost all of the
teeth, a little lower to that was another one.
"What the hell went on tonight?! Maria, please wake up!" He looked at her
non-responsive face, and felt tears stinging his eyes. He had to be strong
and get this done, Maria was counting on him. He finished clearing her face
of the blood, revealing only a couple more scrapes. He stopped and looked
confused.
"All that blood couldn't have come from just these wounds." Michael said
aloud. He started to inspect her hair seeing if there was any head wound
hidden beneath the thick mane. He found a thick gash, that was leaking some
blood but still not enuff to produce all that was on the floor, soaked threw
his couch, or in the now red bowl.
Michael figured that answer would have to wait until Maria awoke, or until he
found Courtney. 'She better be praying to whatever god she knows of that i
don't find her ass.' He thought angrily.
Michael pulled off Maria's shirt and pants, leaving her in her bra and
panties, and gently lifted her to his bed. He couldn't have her on the couch
anymore, it'd be no use trying to get her clean there. He left her for a
second to dump the bloody water and to refill the bowl. When he returned he
noticed her body was in a horrible state.
Michael brought his hand up and stroked Maria's cheek gently, trying to get
another flash of what might have happened, but got nothing. He brought a
clean towel down and was about to start working on her arms when he seen
another dis-heartening thing.
"Are these burns?!" he whispered as he looked deeper at the scolded flesh on
her right arm. It started with her hand and reached all the way up to her
shoulder. He had to brace himself, the looks of these burns were horrid. The
skin was rough looking and the blisters were huge, raising off of her skin.
He looked over at the left arm and noticed it almost all clear, except for
some faint bruises.
Michael ran a shaky hand threw his hair, leaving traces of Maria's blood on
his forehead. He went to his bathroom quickly and returned with a beat up old
first-aid kit. He pulled out the gauze and flinched as he started covering
the worst part, her fingers were almost non-recognizable.
He started thinking about the feelings these hands had given him all the
times that Maria touched him, if they were just cuddling or making-out, her
hands and her heart always accepted him no matter what had happened, no
matter what he put her threw. He couldn't lose her while she thought he was
actually interested in Courtney.
Michael screamed out and dropped his head onto her brusied and battered
stomach and began to cry.