George looked paler than most fangs he had encountered since his imbuing as he slammed his laptop shut. Bolting out of his seat, he fumbled with his trenchcoat as he dashed to the server room's exit.
"Where do you think you're going?" Camp, the computer geek in the next seat demanded. George gave the technomancer a glance and didn't bother to reply as he ran to the parking lot. After a dash on the stairs, George rode the black Honda VTX and spinned for a second before letting the handbrake loose, instantly bursting into motion.
Kami was bleeding. Thank God Kami had made sure Shawna knew her account password, or no one might have found out in time.
Lights and vehicles were moving in a flurry of images as he sped through the city to Kami's house. What the fuck had happened? The fangs wouldn't have left Kami alive.. If she was still alive by now. He shuddered with this thought, and tried to accelerate, which was quite something, seeing that he was already speeding with 190 mph. Nasty little "if onlys" began sneaking into George's head. If only he had been there... if only he was closer... George cursed as he swindled the bike moments before colliding with a truck, and focused on the road again.. just two more miles.
Two of the longest miles of his life. What if it had been a fang, or a blood slave? What if what had hurt Kami was still in the house? Would he be coming back to two dead women?
An image of another dead girl filled his eyes, as everything turned to black and white, almost like those corny movie flashbacks. He wasn't in New York any more. He was home. holding Lisa in his hands. Bloody. Dead. George shook his head and growled, forcing his thoughts back in their small corner of his mind, as he swerved past a few more cars.
The bike screeched to a halt a few moments later, The smell of burnt rubber filling the air. George jumped up from the motorcycle, never registering the metallic sound it made as it fell on the asphalt. The front door was still ajar, and George pushed it wide open as he shouted, almost in panic. "Shawna?"
He could hear the babies crying upstairs. "George?" Shawna called down over the din. Climbing up the stairs with three moves, he ran towards the wailing sound of the infants.
George found Shawna in the master bedroom, which looked like a war had been fought inside. The twins were strapped into their carriers, and Kami was on the bed. Shawna had pressed a sheet to the wounds on her stomach, but the sheet was bright red. There was blood and class everywhere.
"Shawna? Kami? Is she..?"
"I came home and everything was like this..." she said, looking up at George with barely contained panic. "Midfielder said he was sending people to come help but there's so much blood..."
"FUCK! Shawna, get the babies out of here, keep pressing on the sheet, I'm getting antiseptic and bandages."
"I couldn't just leave them alone... Maeve's missing..."
Rushing to the bathroom, he pulled the plastic first aid box cover, almost tearing it apart. Grabbing some peroxide and everything looking like bandages and towels, he bolted back to the bedroom. Fragments of glass lay everywhere, and George noticed a ripped Jack Daniels sticker on one particularly sharp piece. Leaning over Kami, he removed the sheets and tried to find the wound, while using his other hand and teeth to open the peroxide bottle. Shawna looked like she was about to throw up... and Kami looked like she'd gone 15 rounds with a prize fighter with a knife. Pulling away the sheet greeted George with the largest gut wound he had seen on a living person. And lots of warm blood. There was something shining near the end of the wound.
"Christ. There's still something here. Glass, I think." Gritting his teeth, he felt up the spot, and pulled away the shard, dousing the spot with peroxide the moment after. Somewhere in the background noise of the babies, he could hear his laptop bleeping with new email.
"Shawna, give me the bandages, and then open the laptop and bring it next to me." Shawna handed him the bandages silently, then did as he asked with the laptop before taking the twins into the nursery and shutting the door. Even over the noise and through the heavy door, he could hear Shawna vomiting.
"Enable HunterNet, 667, enter, read new mail." he shouted at the laptop, hoping that the beta voice recognition software wouldn't decide he didn't sound like himself. Thankfully, the laptop was willing to cooperate tonight.
Shawna came back into the room after several long minutes, shutting the door behind her. Kenny and Hiiro were still crying. "They wont be quiet..." she whispered, tears running down her face. "They're always so quiet for Kami..."
George nodded, unwilling to open his mouth. The gore and the smell of congealing blood was getting to his stomach.
"...what do you want me to do?"
"Get the laptop, answer anything that's aimed to us, ask for help." George noticed the bleeding had been significantly reduced, but judging by the color of the bandages and Kami, that wasn't necessarily a good thing.
"One of the Firemen gave a phone number.... should we call?"
"Don't call. I don't think phones can help much here.. Push here while I turn her around, I think she's bleeding from her back too."
"There was glass under her when I put her on the bed..." Shawna said, putting her hands where George indicated.
Turning Kami around revealed a few more open wounds, although much less serious than the one on her stomach. George ripped away her already torn shirt, and treated the wounds with some disinfectant while cursing under his breath.
"There's so much blood..."
George nodded once again. Inside his head, facts were adding up. Kami had been attacked with a broken bottle. apparently, one of many broken bottles, judging by the amount of glass in the room. The smell of whiskey hung in the room as well.. someone drunk had attacked Kami.
And all the drinks in the house were currently decorating the bedroom they stood in.
And the only person who had been in the house... was Maeve.
Cursing once again, he put his head on Kami's back. He could make out a faint heartbeat. At least the blood from the front wound didn't have a dark hue, so he guessed that the liver and stomach weren't damaged. Not lethally, at least.
"The bitch dies, whether Kami likes it or not."
"... maybe... we should call the Firemen? They know what we should do, right?"
"I don't know.."
"Where do you think you're going?" Camp, the computer geek in the next seat demanded. George gave the technomancer a glance and didn't bother to reply as he ran to the parking lot. After a dash on the stairs, George rode the black Honda VTX and spinned for a second before letting the handbrake loose, instantly bursting into motion.
Kami was bleeding. Thank God Kami had made sure Shawna knew her account password, or no one might have found out in time.
Lights and vehicles were moving in a flurry of images as he sped through the city to Kami's house. What the fuck had happened? The fangs wouldn't have left Kami alive.. If she was still alive by now. He shuddered with this thought, and tried to accelerate, which was quite something, seeing that he was already speeding with 190 mph. Nasty little "if onlys" began sneaking into George's head. If only he had been there... if only he was closer... George cursed as he swindled the bike moments before colliding with a truck, and focused on the road again.. just two more miles.
Two of the longest miles of his life. What if it had been a fang, or a blood slave? What if what had hurt Kami was still in the house? Would he be coming back to two dead women?
An image of another dead girl filled his eyes, as everything turned to black and white, almost like those corny movie flashbacks. He wasn't in New York any more. He was home. holding Lisa in his hands. Bloody. Dead. George shook his head and growled, forcing his thoughts back in their small corner of his mind, as he swerved past a few more cars.
The bike screeched to a halt a few moments later, The smell of burnt rubber filling the air. George jumped up from the motorcycle, never registering the metallic sound it made as it fell on the asphalt. The front door was still ajar, and George pushed it wide open as he shouted, almost in panic. "Shawna?"
He could hear the babies crying upstairs. "George?" Shawna called down over the din. Climbing up the stairs with three moves, he ran towards the wailing sound of the infants.
George found Shawna in the master bedroom, which looked like a war had been fought inside. The twins were strapped into their carriers, and Kami was on the bed. Shawna had pressed a sheet to the wounds on her stomach, but the sheet was bright red. There was blood and class everywhere.
"Shawna? Kami? Is she..?"
"I came home and everything was like this..." she said, looking up at George with barely contained panic. "Midfielder said he was sending people to come help but there's so much blood..."
"FUCK! Shawna, get the babies out of here, keep pressing on the sheet, I'm getting antiseptic and bandages."
"I couldn't just leave them alone... Maeve's missing..."
Rushing to the bathroom, he pulled the plastic first aid box cover, almost tearing it apart. Grabbing some peroxide and everything looking like bandages and towels, he bolted back to the bedroom. Fragments of glass lay everywhere, and George noticed a ripped Jack Daniels sticker on one particularly sharp piece. Leaning over Kami, he removed the sheets and tried to find the wound, while using his other hand and teeth to open the peroxide bottle. Shawna looked like she was about to throw up... and Kami looked like she'd gone 15 rounds with a prize fighter with a knife. Pulling away the sheet greeted George with the largest gut wound he had seen on a living person. And lots of warm blood. There was something shining near the end of the wound.
"Christ. There's still something here. Glass, I think." Gritting his teeth, he felt up the spot, and pulled away the shard, dousing the spot with peroxide the moment after. Somewhere in the background noise of the babies, he could hear his laptop bleeping with new email.
"Shawna, give me the bandages, and then open the laptop and bring it next to me." Shawna handed him the bandages silently, then did as he asked with the laptop before taking the twins into the nursery and shutting the door. Even over the noise and through the heavy door, he could hear Shawna vomiting.
"Enable HunterNet, 667, enter, read new mail." he shouted at the laptop, hoping that the beta voice recognition software wouldn't decide he didn't sound like himself. Thankfully, the laptop was willing to cooperate tonight.
Shawna came back into the room after several long minutes, shutting the door behind her. Kenny and Hiiro were still crying. "They wont be quiet..." she whispered, tears running down her face. "They're always so quiet for Kami..."
George nodded, unwilling to open his mouth. The gore and the smell of congealing blood was getting to his stomach.
"...what do you want me to do?"
"Get the laptop, answer anything that's aimed to us, ask for help." George noticed the bleeding had been significantly reduced, but judging by the color of the bandages and Kami, that wasn't necessarily a good thing.
"One of the Firemen gave a phone number.... should we call?"
"Don't call. I don't think phones can help much here.. Push here while I turn her around, I think she's bleeding from her back too."
"There was glass under her when I put her on the bed..." Shawna said, putting her hands where George indicated.
Turning Kami around revealed a few more open wounds, although much less serious than the one on her stomach. George ripped away her already torn shirt, and treated the wounds with some disinfectant while cursing under his breath.
"There's so much blood..."
George nodded once again. Inside his head, facts were adding up. Kami had been attacked with a broken bottle. apparently, one of many broken bottles, judging by the amount of glass in the room. The smell of whiskey hung in the room as well.. someone drunk had attacked Kami.
And all the drinks in the house were currently decorating the bedroom they stood in.
And the only person who had been in the house... was Maeve.
Cursing once again, he put his head on Kami's back. He could make out a faint heartbeat. At least the blood from the front wound didn't have a dark hue, so he guessed that the liver and stomach weren't damaged. Not lethally, at least.
"The bitch dies, whether Kami likes it or not."
"... maybe... we should call the Firemen? They know what we should do, right?"
"I don't know.."