-Oxford - Saturday: Part 21-
Tomi eyes narrowed slightly it had been what she had stated as he made his way down the stairs. Pulling out a faceplate that would cover the lower half his face, followed by his glasses he had taken off while waiting. All to help hide his face, not that he didn't know damn well he stood out. Yet, it made a wall between the man he truly was and the man he pretends to be or perhaps desired to be.
There were a good five men still about, he could hear the start of women screaming and bullets being fired. One man muttering about it being a waste. In his mind he understood fully what was going on, they were cleaning house and if that was how they wanted to go about cleaning house. Who was he to deny a helping hand? Moving silently down what he was sure was once a cafeteria of some sort, that held three doors leading elsewhere. His eyes darted down towards the power cord and he pulled the one light leading to the open room with its metal bars blocking entrance minus through one small door off to the side. He watched as the lights fluttered, power fading and the look of confusion that crossed the faces of at least three of the five men. The light behind them being the only source, he reached in and pulled out one of his little scalpels and flung it into the neck of the nearest guard. He watched the man look towards his partner his hand reaching out as the man called out for help. He grinned as he looked at the plastic butter knives, as he expected the group had turned towards their fallen partner, two sets of eyes trained looking around carefully while the other two were trying to help save a dying man, the women were forgotten by them even as several of their bodies laid bleeding and the sounds of whimpering and crying as they tried to make themselves as invisible as they could.
Sliding up behind the man nearest to him he grabbed him around the neck, "fuck!" He heard the gunshot go off, hitting the man in the chest. He groaned in pain, it wasn't a shot that would kill him, but Tomi knew it likely hurt and who was he to make a grunt who was only doing as he was ordered to suffer. He had a bigger game to catch. He waved the little plastic knife some.
"Come now, I have no real weapons" he kept his voice so low that above the sounds of panic women due to the gunshot going off only the man he was keeping up with his own power could hear him. "Well I do, just not for you." Tomi stabbed the man right in his eye, deep and far enough to hit the brain and buried within his skull. The scream was short lived as he dropped the man his hands out before ducking as another round of shots went off.
Tomi leaned against the counter, mentally counting the shots, it would have been better if he knew exactly what sort of guns they were using but well it wasn't like he always had that knowledge so counting bullets were better and seeing as two of the three remaining guards were shooting, while the other was trying to take care of their dying buddy it wasn't all that hard. More so when he heard one of the men moving towards him. He kept low to the ground until he was under one of the nearby tables, the man came around the corner of where he had once been waiting. The man's eyes darted around, not seeing him, he looked back towards his buddy and that had been his mistake, he slide out of from under the table, with unnatural ease and grabbed the man pulling him down onto his face, or what would had been his face if he hadn't hit the counter first, a sicking snap, likely the break of his nose as he groaned in pain as Tomi now sat on his back. Petting his head, his gun had slid just out of the man's reach not that he wasn't trying to reach it or at least he had been until another one of those plastic knives slammed hard in between the bones of the man's knucks. The man screamed out in pain.
Two more left to go, well two and a half he supposed. He leaned back against the counter. "You know, if you were smart you would just walk out, save yourself." Not that he planned on letting them do that. He reached over and grabbed the gun, he was never big on the guns he checked the clip and noticed he had three rounds and rolled his eyes. Most people didn't know the real art that came from the simple act of skinning, cutting, and gutting took. Guns were just too easy, heck even drugs and poisons were more personal than guns. They all took a skill if you didn't want the person to die. 'Zombie...' his eyes narrowed he really didn't have time for this. He stood up, sent off two shots, into each of the men, one through the skull, the other through the shoulder of the man trying to keep his buddy out of harm's way. He had to expect a man who was so loyal to his friend. He pulled the trigger sending him off before looking down at the blood that was mingling around him. His eyes darted towards the women for a moment before walking away.
Pain. Kyoko wanted to curl into a ball, that was the normal reaction to when you were hurting. It had happened slowly but now it was steadily getting worse, her mind was fuzzy but she felt like she was floating and she tried to ease into that floating feeling. Then there were more voices, Heth's stood out the most but she couldn't fully make out what he was saying. No more than she could really understand why her face was hurting, it was like touch was no longer fully mingling into her mind. Still, Kyoko knew she should feel disgusted among the pain. She wanted to open her eyes, she wanted to fight. 'No fighting is wrong, can't fight. Fighting makes it worse.'
Kyoko tried to take a steady breath, but it felt shaky to her, she was sure something was wrong and she mentally laughed at the thought, even more so at the female's voice that seemed to be bouncing around her. 'Sleep wouldn't be so bad right now?' She thought for a moment, 'Actually, it might lessen the pain...' she felt the darkness wrapping around her.
'No!' a voice screamed inside of her head bouncing around her louder than even the female's voice but perhaps it really was that woman's voice. It was too hard to tell at the moment. Still, she found herself trying to focus in on the now. Apparently, sleeping wasn't the answer, but the pain, she couldn't think of a time it felt this bad. No matter what she's been through, not from the other girls, not from those men, not even from Heth. None of it seemed to feel this bad and worse of all, she knew it would be so easy to simply let it go and she knew the pain would follow if she did.
He made his way towards the other room, wanting to double check if what that spirit had said was true. The area, for the most part, was clear. No other guards were seen, the women seemed to have all been gathered into that one room. Where they would be waiting as he knee in front of the door. He closed his eyes listening to what was on the other side, a bit harder with the fearful sound of a dozen women it seemed. 'They have been busy' not that the had counted the live ones. The sound of soft sobbing could be heard, but he doubted that would be his Kyoko, and another woman trying to convince who he could only guess was indeed Heth into stopping. Even offering herself up, that was replied with a laugh and from the sounds of it, it seemed that he already had her a few times. Reaching up he carefully turned the knob keeping himself low just encase Heth had a gun as he slowly pushed the door open his had to keep the law growl under check.
Two women were on the floor but he barely noted them at all, outside of the mass they created near the corner of the bed, another one was chain to the wall, spread eagle style. His eyes, however, were fully focus on the two on the bed. Kyoko seemed to be unconscious, what he expected from the zombie drug and completely naked. It was not the first time Tomi nor Heth had seen her in the nude but there was a difference. One would say that wasn't and in many ways, they would be correct in this manner. At the time his own cover he wasn't ready to blow, his desire to find the man that had broke his Kuon meant more to him that some random girl off the street at the time. Even though he unnatural took a liking to her, to assure that she wouldn't be broken like his Kuon. This... this likely could break her. Heth was for lack of a better word, a dog in heat and that Tomi would not allow to happen, at least not to what he deemed his. It took him no time, his speed was top notch as he grabbed Heth's lower arm and swung him off the bed and onto the floor, into the wall. The two women cried out, one barely able to move from the looks of it the other no longer caring about trampling her in the process either.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Heth was screaming as he slowly got back up to his feet, he kicked one of the women on the floor but Tomi didn't even bother to look at him. He simply sat on the edge of the bed looking down at his Hana while the man was making his way towards him.
"Todd Damon Zhatka" He ran his knuckles against Kyoko's cheek, she didn't look good. Anger was burning up inside of him, "The Death's Demon" his eyes turned slowly towards Heth, glowing redder than naturally possible as Heth's grabbed his arm.
"I don't give a fuck what your name is." He sneered "That's mine!"
Tomi laughed, it was cold and lacked any real emotions as he reached up grabbing the man by the throat. "Yours?" He shoved him against the wall of the room. Banging his head against it once, twice and then a third time. "I don't remember giving her to you." He hissed as the man groaned in pain. Reaching into his pocket he popped the cap on one of his needless. "The doctor will be with you in a moment." He said shoving the needle into the man's thigh, he knew right away that Heth would start losing feeling in his legs, this would move upwards towards his chest, then his arms. He would know what was going on around him, but he would not be able to do anything. Letting him fall to his floor in a heap he moved back towards Kyoko.
Tomi leaned close whispering ever so carefully into her ear, "My Hana, I'm here..." his mind already working out on her body was reacting, 24 hours. No, it was more like 19 hours, only 19 more hours before the worse of it would be over. He pulled out another needle looking at it carefully, first thing was first he had to get her settled more. Give her a far better fighting chance. Tetrodotoxin poisoning had no antidote, but doctors had shown some good results when it came to testing an untested on humans drug. They might not have tested it but he had done so a few times. It didn't always help but 3 out of the 4 people did make it back to them. He lifted her up, taken in her weight, where her body was at. He knew her medical history at least from his time he had and with that, he injected her with what he believed to be the safest amount before laying her back down on the bed and pulled his jacket off before covering her. He placed his forehead against hers for a moment before pulling away.
"The doctor will see you now." He said simply as he stepped forward grabbing Heth limp body and carrying him to the table. "Let's see what the problem is shall we?"