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little_rib) wrote2013-08-13 06:23 pm
little_rib) wrote2013-08-13 06:23 pm
✱ High Flyers ✱
[ooc: Sorry for taking a while <3 Yes I'm bringing in some older AU Eve, but I do look to destroying this airport too ^^ BWAHAHAHA. ]
Stuck at the airport while she waited for an incoming flight to land, Eve Brea took a seat near the larger of the three boarding gates, impatiently drumming her fingers over her knees. She tried to reign in her patience, but of all the times the flight could have been delayed, it had to be on the day 'he' arrived.
Just her luck...
And it wasn't long before she was checking the screen above the gate, staring at it only to get annoyed, then stare it some more. It felt like madness, watching each number flip to the next and knowing there was still an hour of waiting to go. If only the whims of linear time would work for her, she would be happy, but at this rate, it was going to be one freakish and annoying long hour.
Resigning to that fact at last, she simply set her hands in her lap and took a deep breath, watching others greet their loved ones with a dissapointed glare. It wasn't until five minutes before the plane was due did she perk up any, but before the plane even came into view, something incredible happened... Everything went dark.
Stuck at the airport while she waited for an incoming flight to land, Eve Brea took a seat near the larger of the three boarding gates, impatiently drumming her fingers over her knees. She tried to reign in her patience, but of all the times the flight could have been delayed, it had to be on the day 'he' arrived.
Just her luck...
And it wasn't long before she was checking the screen above the gate, staring at it only to get annoyed, then stare it some more. It felt like madness, watching each number flip to the next and knowing there was still an hour of waiting to go. If only the whims of linear time would work for her, she would be happy, but at this rate, it was going to be one freakish and annoying long hour.
Resigning to that fact at last, she simply set her hands in her lap and took a deep breath, watching others greet their loved ones with a dissapointed glare. It wasn't until five minutes before the plane was due did she perk up any, but before the plane even came into view, something incredible happened... Everything went dark.
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"Ok. We need to go now....” She relayed to the man behind her, resolute, but unaware of her own bad timing.
Outside lay freedom, but inside... The air suddenly roared with electricity and all permeating heat, flickering so wildly that the black-light, emergency lighting —even the exit sign— crackled, energy funneling into the monstrosity's core as if the creature was trying to suck the room dry. It seemed hungry, really hungry for something Eve didn't want to think about, and she could feel it, cells and all. It had drawn closer, pulsating, determined to seek out it's target. Eve blinked. Searing heat rose to coat her throat, her cheeks, her temples. Feeling so weak and hot, she doubted she could get out in time..
-ALIVE?-
"Hunh...” Something felt very very familiar.
“Aya?" Definitely Aya, though she couldn't explain how she'd come to the conclusion. Maybe it had been the tendrils of awareness silcing through the cacophonous buzz of cicada like energy pulses around her, folding the spasmodic waves away as it connected with Eve's mind. Or maybe it was something beyond understanding. Either way, the intensity of it made her wince, tapping into the subconscious edge of her survival instincts without even trying.
“C'mon.” She rasped, finally relying on her instincts to refocus on the task at hand. “We're going!”
Clad in only a set of blue jeans and an equally useless shirt, the frozen figure that had rescued her stood no chance. The slug like creature, a marinating stew of organs and liquid bone was unstoppable on his terms, poised to attack and threatening to engulf him whole. Even trying to slow it down with the butt of his weapon caused flesh, muscle and bone to melt away, altering his hand into a stump, a slab of useless bone sticking out of a cauterized nub. It wasn't long before he'd figured it out too. He took three steps backward, before a banshee’s howl sprung from his gaping mouth.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK."
Adrenaline and panic rushed through Eve's veins. Her mouth parted as it became as dry as the Mojave. Muscles, hot and twitchy, spasmed in anticipation.Without even thinking she looped her hand around his belt and took off, blindly hurtling through the barely lit hallway outside. Banging like a pinball against the narrow walls, she tried to keep him on his feet, but barreling forward without even thinking of what was ahead would almost put them in the very situation they'd just escaped from. Almost.
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Almost.
Now Aya was coming. And now there were heavy metal grates down across the hallways. Blind running would lead to dead ends rather quickly. And more that monster in the bathroom wasn't going to be stopped by the door for long, not with the taste of the man in it's substances and the draw of energy it could feel.
Granted, there was a larger, far more obvious energy source approaching, and a lot of the monsters were getting distracted by it. That was a point in Eve's favor at least? Even hauling a wounded man along by the belt they weren't the juiciest target around?
"Helicopter that dropped you is inbound, Aya, ten minute window to get her and get her up to the roof." That was all they could spare for personal issues in a large outbreak like this.
"I can feel her Pierce, she's close, and she's got a survivor with her. Won't be long now." She was probably close enough that her sister could hear the gunshots now even!
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“Oh great!” And Eve for one, didn't find it any less ironic that the way was blocked off by a metal grate, one that she could not only see through, but weave her fingers in, just enough for her small fingers to get a small taste of freedom.
“This is not good...”
Resting her forehead on a section of the cold metal rods, she tried to collect her thoughts. They could run back, but who knew where that 'thing' was, or what else it intended to do. Of they could stay and hope there was nothing else nearby. Or maybe... maybe.... No, trying to break it with bare hands wouldn't work either.
And then she heard it; gunshots, loud and clear, echoing like someone had just clanged two metal lids together next to a speaker phone.
“AYA!”
Shaking the metal gate, craning her neck like a meerkat to try see who the gun must've belonged too, she pleaded with a plethora of luck giving gods that it was her sister.
“Please.... please say it's you!”
She didn't even notice the once brave man sitting on the floor, still looking to his hand in abject horror. She was also unaware of the small but freakishly gelatinous appendage growing from it, trying to reach out to whatever force it felt from beyond. Reaching out for Aya herself.
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"Pierce! I've got her...and we're going to need a trauma team waiting for the survivor!" She didn't slow until she was practically at the grate, fingers weaving through to catch her sister's. "There you are baby, back up, stay away from the man until I take care of that arm okay?"
"Arm?" Pierce noted over the headset, then panne dthe camera. "Oh, arm. Um. Aya that's creepy and you've got active shit in thre with your zombies huh?"
"Told you there were hot spots Pierce," she grumped, eying the grate then backing up so she coudl toss a handful of super heated energy at the far side. No reason to scorch the people she was trying to rescue after all.
Yet anyway.
"Thought you meant like...right, yeah okay knew you meant mitochondrial. Fuck. That guy needs...shit you're gonna..."
"Take the arm. Sorry sir," Aya admitted, kicking the slagged remains of the far grate free. "Better an arm than a whole melt, right?"
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“Ok!”
Scooting backwards, sliding along the wall with her back and shoulders to guide her, she gained at least seven feet of space between herself and the gate. Snug and in the right position, she nodded again, and turned her head to the side, at just the right angle to concentrate on her rescuer without having to look at the arch of light she expected Aya's trick to produce. His heart was pounding over the sight of his own hand, but they were alive. He knew this. She knew this. And hopefully it would stay that way, eyes, ears and all.
Ssssst.
Metal burned and sizzled, bubbling away as the surrounding links expanded and fused together in long tendril like fingers. The stench of welding fumes and sulfur did not escape her attention, but the sheer kick of power from Aya hit her gut like an oncoming car, crashing into her body and forcing her to have a realization of her own. Why was it that she hadn't activated her own abilities yet?
“Woaah.”
She'd have to tell Aya something, but to let slip that she hadn't even thought of using her abilities, or followed protocol, or that she'd carelessly run away instead of doing as she was taught. That wasn't a very pallatable thought given how much she looked up to Aya and Peirce.
“Ok... we're ok... We're not meant to die. Someone... Someone'll come.” The man whimpered, still staring at the stump that used to be his arm. Poor guy was white as a ghost and shaking his head as if the appendage would come back if he did it enough.
It humbled her. At least she would have the opportunity to earn her respect back. He unfortunately... would not.
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"Me? I'm fine, a little tense, you know, butt aches, I totally need a new office chairs since you kicked it you know..."
"Pierce is asking too, Eve." Aya snorted.
"Yeah, that too."
"And Sir? You'll...want to turn your head I think. This'll only hurt a moment," Aya noted, leaning down on a knee to lay her hand just above his elbow. "Eve, keep the perimeter, they've been following my energy and this'll flare just as much as making the gate." And she was good with shields.
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She couldn't laugh; the situation demanded a more serious approach. Instead Eve bit her lip, taking a mental note before she started to concentrate on her core, trying to stretch out the coiled heat within. Unfortunately, while angry ripples of heat buzzed along her skin like small tidal waves, they weren't really listening. A metallic taste rose to fill the back of her mouth for her efforts.
Ooooh crap.
There was enough mitochondrial energy built up she thought, but they were not reacting the right way. Somehow, and Eve wasn't sure how, her mitochondria just weren't working together as they should.
“Aya, wait!” She paused awkwardly, scanning through all the explanations from the mundane to the wild. She had to settle fast, but that wasn't easy given the stakes. “I can't... I guess I don't have any reserves but... But I can't.”
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Aya glanced over at Eve, though she didn't release the man's arm, worried, "She's fine, Pierce, she's alright. This isn't a sim though."
"True, it's not nearly as tough," Pierce snorted. "Maybe the adrenaline didn't spike enough? Crap, I broke her!"
"Hush you dork, she's not broken. I'll look her over in a minute. Eve? My gun, cover the hole I cut in the grate while I take care of this guy, we don't want him melting." She knew her sister could handle a gun, and that didn't take mitochondrial ability!
"Tell her the bet is still on though, I don't think she can eat every one of the special flavors at the ice cream shop in one sitting! She's totally going to owe me five bucks."
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"And well be ok right?."
Ahe added, training a shaky hand up to find any perspective combatants, holding the firearm as sound as she could. The barrel locked onto the gap as her eyes focused. Just like she'd been trained.
"I have your back. Just make sure he gets out alive... He saved my life back there." And she owes him one, two, three things for each sacrifice he's made.
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"Faster's better Aya, the place is crawling."
"I know Pierce. Sorry for this sir, thank you for helping my sister." Now take a deep breath and hope she got every bit of the infectious ooze in her burn!
At least it was fast?
In the manner of 'Aya could super heat things in an incredible small amount of time given incentive' quick. The man probably wanted to go into shock now though, yes. Losing a chunk of limb and getting a seamless cauterization was...rough on a body.
"How's it looking Eve?"
"I don't know about things on her end over there but you've got shufflers inbound behind you," Pierce offered.
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"Uhhhhhhhh..."
Eve winced, the urge to turn back and leave her post a similarly strong one. But Aya would deal with it she reminded herself quickly, Aya was on one end, her the other. Could be dangerous if her focus were to wander, to take her attention away from anything that might come through.... Anything like... the human sized monster that was just about to shamble into view.
"One Incoming Aya."
She tried to call forth a shield again, mitochondrial energy fizzling out a second later. It was starting to work, but not enough, not enough to extend to the solid form suspended in the middle of amber like liquid, hunched over like a lima bean.
"God dammit."
Its head turned on at odd angle, it's eyes glistening orbs of crimson red, too small for the lidless sockets. It was looking at her, but as creepy as that was, they gave her an easy target. She aimed the proverbial cross-hair between each orb. Waited for the right moment... Then fired - the blow that rocketing it's head backward. It was a direct hit, too fast for it to see, much less stop. The bullet also seemed to want to eat away any surrounding mitochondrial residue, disintegrating the monsters outer shell like water to candy floss. Obviously Peirce's blend, which would go along way in helping fend off the attack. Only she could already tell... there weren't going to be enough bullets to go around, not with the ambient shuffling echoing around them.
"Aya... We have a problem."
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Maybe?
Ew.
"Worst is over, sir, sorry about that, the infection would have gotten bad. As soon as you feel you can stand we need to move. Eve? Grenade on my belt."
"I'll have the copter drop more ammo for you too, Aya, you've burned a clip already and now two grenades?"
"Extenuating circumstances," Aya snorted. "You saying I'm going soft?"
"Totally a wimp now Aya."
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“A grenade?!” Yup!
Mouth agape, Eve's heart rate snapped to attention as she stared at Aya's belt, trying to play it cool, though it was taking all of her formidable acting abilities to not swear or suggest they go to plan B. Plan B sounded good, but even if Eve hated grenades, and grenades hated Eve, plan b wasn't as nearly effective at removing the small hoard of mitochondrial mutants ambling towards them... Or keeping them safe.
“Are... you sure you trust me Aya?” She gulped, failing to sound like she wasn’t reflecting on all the training exercises where Pierce's grenades had accidentally exploded a cloud of neon smoke while still in her hands. She understood there was no choice, but still...
"Ok." Following the order, heart beating wildly, Eve retrieved the circular device and examined it, letting out a nervous breath as she stepped forward. Pulling the pin in 3... 2... 1. In one swift throw to the left, she rid herself of the damned thing, reeling backwards just in time. Bingo. She was right on the mark - if only this once.
... and if only Eve's ears would stop ringing.
"Someone pick up the phone." Code words Pierce - code words.
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"You're being a dick, Pierce," Aya snorted and stood, pulling the injured man to his feet. "Eyes on..."
"Everything. Eve, quit being so panicky, this is all called 'improvising' and it happens, somehow, every damn time! Somehow, some way, things go weird EVERY TIME. Also? Pull the spare headset from Aya's belt, I don't feel like hacking the airport announcement system to talk to you if you step away from Aya!" Pick up the phone indeed.
Feh.
"We need a ladder up, Pierce, directions?" She reminded.
"Right, far corridor, though the monsters, roof hatch."
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"Ok ok."
A lazy roll of her shoulders and a quick zip to Aya's side later, and Eve had her own shiny black headset, sliding it over her temples and hooking the latch piece behind her ear. Firmly cemented in place, she flicked the switch. "Testing... one two. Testing... Just for the record Peirce... Testing... I think that five bucks will be in my pocket soon. Testing."
Now all they had to do was get her rescuer of the floor and do some rescuing of their own.
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"Do not," Aya noted as she helped the man up and slung his good arm over her shoulders, "encourage my sister to loot bodies."
"who said anything about bodies?" Pierce laughed. "Smashing a vending machine totally works!"
"And this is why you're partnered to a law abiding ex-cop," Aya snorted.
"Because you needed some fun in your life and on my end well you look damn hot on video?"
"And that's why you never get dates."
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"Wait." The semi-jovial bantering was cut in two, stark seriousness over riding whatever the older couple were talking about. Eve had something important to say, even if the helpful stranger understood very little of it. "Peirce... what happened to the people on flight 457? Are they ok? Did they re-route?"
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"Keep moving kid," Pierce agreed. "457 plowed into the airport." No way to really sugar coat that. He knew she expected her boy to be on that flight and..."I'll check flight records though alright? Maybe he got food poisoning or something. Just keep moving."
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"What?"
Eve's heart bumped hard in her chest. She didn’t know what had befallen those around her, but their black humor didn’t fool her. Didn't fool anyone. Nope, not at all. She didn’t need super senses to ferret out that Peirce was being Peirce. Only this time it... really wasn't funny.
"That's not a joke Pierce." Sad desperation pulled back on the speed, but they were still edging forward, still moving in the right direction.
"Quit kidding around..."
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Aya dropped the man's arm as something big plowed through the shufflers, another creepy tongue thing. Rather than try to outrun it with the group they had she grabbed it's tongue, glared, and let fire crawl up the long, slimy thing. Like lighting the fuse on dynamite the poor thing panicked and tried to put it's head out. "No jokes, Eve. We'll get details when we can. Keep moving."
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Aya could always pull up the slack later.
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"Not joking kiddo. Stand up. You're stronger than this and smack the guy into shape if you have to, but no one is getting out at this rate," Pierce added to the order from Aya. "I'm showing more movement on airport cameras than I like and you're some of the only survivors." That made them targets.
Great. Big. Targets.
Don't mind the wave of heat and ash behind you Eve? That was Aya buying some time for them before coming to haul the man up by the collar of his shirt. "Tap the adrenaline and get moving, both of you!"