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tampered2007-01-08 12:55 am
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Log: Complete
When; The evening of January 8th
Rating;PG? Unless things happen, then it'll move up from there. R for gore, whoops.
Characters; Henry Townshend, Vincent, Fox Mulder, Scarab, Pyramid Head, Walter, and Rayne.
Summary; Vincent takes Henry out of the house. Henry is confused by the whole 'out of the house' concept, but appreciates the opportunity to take care of a thorn in his side. But they aren't the only ones at the club...
Log;
Henry wasn't sure why Vincent called him out to go to a club- they had plenty of room in their house, and it was nice and quiet. He had much to learn from Vincent, how things worked and how they should work. He was responsible for knowing it, too. This...this was not the night for Vincent to delve into it.
However, Henry was going to explode if he didn't move around soon. He felt twitchy and irritated, and he wanted to learn from the Executioner and the Dragon. He almost didn't care about learning, wanting to just destroy as much as he could (and all the better if that vampire Walter and Rayne were in the path). He held onto the control he had left with as much willpower as he could manage.
So maybe going out would get some of that energy out.
He sighed as he knocked on the door to Vincent's room. He was carrying his sword- he wouldn't leave without that- and had somehow procured a small handgun and holster as well. He waited as patiently as he could, staring at the door with dead eyes.
Rating;
Characters; Henry Townshend, Vincent, Fox Mulder, Scarab, Pyramid Head, Walter, and Rayne.
Summary; Vincent takes Henry out of the house. Henry is confused by the whole 'out of the house' concept, but appreciates the opportunity to take care of a thorn in his side. But they aren't the only ones at the club...
Log;
Henry wasn't sure why Vincent called him out to go to a club- they had plenty of room in their house, and it was nice and quiet. He had much to learn from Vincent, how things worked and how they should work. He was responsible for knowing it, too. This...this was not the night for Vincent to delve into it.
However, Henry was going to explode if he didn't move around soon. He felt twitchy and irritated, and he wanted to learn from the Executioner and the Dragon. He almost didn't care about learning, wanting to just destroy as much as he could (and all the better if that vampire Walter and Rayne were in the path). He held onto the control he had left with as much willpower as he could manage.
So maybe going out would get some of that energy out.
He sighed as he knocked on the door to Vincent's room. He was carrying his sword- he wouldn't leave without that- and had somehow procured a small handgun and holster as well. He waited as patiently as he could, staring at the door with dead eyes.
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Henry had been lurking away from it all after being told to go home. He couldn't bring himself to leave the building entirely. It was too sweet here, and it had been far too long since the last time he felt this way.
Besides, he could help, couldn't he? He'd show them he wasn't useless. He put the fact that both Vincent and the Dragon had been fatally wounded from his mind, and it went surprisingly easy. He was focused on the pain.
Of course, he moved a lot slower than any of the others- except for maybe Mulder- so he was mostly trying to keep up. Two targets was more than he was expecting. But he can see Walter's desperate attempt to free himself, and he could see the hurtling metal coming.
Henry stood next to his red protector. Black viscuous ichor ran out from the dark corners of the bathroom. Even though it seemed to merely be dripping from the ceiling, it almost instantly covered the space in between the metal 'missle' and Pyramid Head. Walter would have no choice but to run into the muck. Henry smiled at Rayne, a bright sunny smile that didn't fit with the situation at all.
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It took a moment to register that Brother Serpent was first, still there, and second, that he was responsible for the shield that protected the Red Gaurd from the flying debris.
The great helmet swivelled to 'look' at Henry, and that pause in the single-minded determination to rend and destroy was enough for the monster to remember his original purpose.
At the same instant, a scathing mental tirade travelled along the connections of both the Executioner's, and the Serpent's marks to register as a superimposed vision of flaming eyes.
The eyes narrowed, and the Red Gaurd flinched against the rage in Father's voice....an anger that dwarfed the Executioner's in intensity.
A vEnI CaSă aCuM.!! BOTH of YoU!
Without questioning, or waiting for Henry's permission, one massive, gnraled hand took a handful of his brother's shirt and yanked Henry along with him through the strobbing darkness.
With the sudden departure of madness and monster, the solid wall of muck melted into the pooling mess it consisted of...the dumpster likewise crashing to the damaged street with a mettalic thud.
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Bastards! Denying him his vengeance. Denying him some release.
Damn them! It would have been worth another death to wring some pain from the two of them. Blood for blood. Screams for screams.
He let the rage carry him, because behind the rage waited the fissures.
This was not over.