My head has lots of ideas for some reason. Damn it.
Funyun – No, Ian is new. He'll be important later. Oh, so Remington is racist... and people tell me you don't learn things on the internet.
Have great fun. Yeahargh.
- - -
Tom came back up the gangway towards Mina and Nemo.
"I'm not too sure about it, but I think this is it. Everyone seem to hesitate to talk about it, one man even made the sign of the cross."
Mina nodded.
"If they are that frightened, this is surely it. Did you get to know exactly where they are?"
"Not pin-pointed on a map, but general descriptions. Apparently, it's about three miles to the west. Three huge houses hidden behind a cliff formation. They said there were a whole lot of cows there."
"No wonder. Should we get started? No use to wait too long, is there?" Mina asked and looked from Tom to Nemo. Nemo simply nodded and went into the ship to start handing out orders. Tom and Mina remained where they were, quiet.
"Do you have silver bullets?" she asked, probably just to break the silence.
"Yeah. Enough to provide an army."
"Good. I should go to my cabin and prepare myself. See you in a while." She said and left him. He waited a while, looking at the sea.
"Yeah." He mumbled before he also went inside, going towards his cabin.
- - -
Jekyll packed some bottles into his pockets, preparing himself. He thought he'd have to drink several during the battle. He checked that they were put safely in their pockets and glanced at the mirror. Hyde grinned back at him.
Finally!
Jekyll looked down in the desk. His hands trembled, and he had good reasons. He couldn't really believe that he had to unleash Hyde to fight creatures that with a mere scratch could turn him into one of them. It was like a poorly written horror novel. Not that he read much horror stories.
But then again, Hyde could probably manage himself. He'd just stay in the background, as always.
That is a very good idea. You just stay back and shut up. And while you fiddle with the bottles, why don't we pay our lady friend a visit right now?
"Because we don't have time for the others to go berserk on us right now, Edward." He replied before he could stop himself. What he meant, of course, was "Because I don't want to rape her".
Of course.
He cleared his throat, tried to correct his clothes (oh, what's the point?) and left the room, ignoring Hyde's grinning picture in each and every shiny thing.
- - -
"I have a very bad feeling about this." Talon said, biting on one of her nails.
"Stop biting on your nails, it'll make your teeth stand out." Talley replied half-heartedly.
"About what?" he added when he finally caught the message of what she had just said.
"About this!" Talon made a swooping motion with her arm, getting up from the couch.
"About everything! It feels like there's trouble coming."
"Are you sure it's not just a storm?"
Talon glared at him.
"Are you even listening to me? I'm saying that it feels like something's going to happen!"
He didn't reply, he just looked out of the window. Talon groaned.
"What are you staring at, Greg? Are some of the girls transforming?" she growled at him and pushed him out of the way. The only thing she could see was the stranger in the grey coat. He stood on the dry grass, staring up at the clouds. She could see no reason why he would be so interesting.
"You are staring at the stranger? Have you acquired some new taste in people while we were apart?"
Talley glared at her. There was some tension in the air between them.
"Of course not! It's just that... I don't know, it's like I simply can't look away! I feel strange about it too, Veronica, don't look at me that way. I don't want to sleep with him if that's what you mean."
She crossed her arms.
"Oh, really. Do you want to eat him then?"
"Hell no! I won't touch him with a 60 feet pole! I don't know what it's about him. Damn it, Veronica, I don't know what's wrong either! Perhaps it's the moon or something."
She shook her head.
"I don't think it is. I think it's something else, something bigger. Like..."
She was interrupted by some hard poundings on the door. Someone stepped in straight after.
"Talon! I'm sorry I have to interrupt, but we need you down there. It's Sladjana, she's going into labor."
She frowned for a while, but then seemed to remember who she was.
"How bad is it?"
"Well... she's bleeding a lot, and we don't know exactly what to do. A little help, please?"
She quickly nodded.
"I'll be right down."
The man in the door left. Talon turned to Talley and gave him a light push on his shoulder.
"And if I find you and the stranger in bed tonight, I'll kill him." She hissed and left the room. Talley glared after her, sighed loudly and wondered why he felt so miserable.
- - -
A crewmember on the Nautilus came walking down the hallway. He carried a sack of potatoes he had just bought and he hummed merrily. That was until he saw the opened door. At first he didn't give it a second thought, but then he remembered something. Wasn't that room...? He dropped the sack of potatoes and ran into the room. Everything in the room was normal.
Apart from the guard slumped against the wall with some blood trickling down the side of his face.
The crewmember looked down on the floor and saw that she had broken one of the legs of the bed off and used it as a weapon. He quickly tried to see if the guard was still alive. He checked his pulse and gently pressed the wound to see if anything was broken. The guard groaned when he touched it, but everything seemed to be whole. The crewmember stood up again. He had to tell someone that the werewolf girl was loose and a guard was struck down.
He ran out of the room to find someone. He grabbed the arm of the first one he caught sight of and quickly told him the story. The man he had found gave him a horrified look.
"She is loose?" he asked in their native language. "On the ship?"
"Yes, maybe she even have left. Where is the captain?"
The man sighed deeply and scratched the side of his throat.
"He has already left. He took his companions and some men with him and left. We can't go after him now."
The crewmember tried to figure something out.
"Tell everyone to keep an eye out for her. If she is found, she must be brought back to her room. Or, possibly the ice room..."
The men nodded and left. The crewmember went back into the room to help the injured guard.
And by every step he took, he imagined the girl/monster in every poorly lit corner.
