"That was really stupid of me, wasn't it?" Beatrice murmured. Hannah fidgited against Michael's hold on her; it was different from Edward's hold and she didn't like it. She couldn't focus on anything but her irritation with Michael's arms around her, especially when he tightened his grip, assuming the wrong reason for her squirming. OOC: epic lolz! john got a boo boo!
"The changes," Beatrice answered carefully. She touched the back of her head. "That should have killed me..." Hannah squeezed her eyes shut. She had the strongest instinct to get away from the cause of her pain... hurt anyone who got in her way. "Not sure...." She moaned. "I can't think straight..." John pulled the bullet out and tossed it to the side. "I could still kill her."
Beatrice was surprised to hear herself laugh. "I think I'm getting the hang of this." Hannah closed her eyes, the unending pain in her head threatening unconsciouness. John fell to the ground from the impact of the bullet. He cursed and tried to dig out the bullet. He lashed out his anger at Hannah, disappointed by her soft groan instead of scream. He looked up from the blood mess of his knee to watch Hannah fall onto her side. "You did it better than I could have." He grinned maliciously at Edward.
John tore his eyes away from Michael. "So you brought him as your little reinforcements?" He scoffed with false bravado. "Or did you know I'd want a big audience?" His hand moved from Hannah's shoulder to her neck. Beatrice shivered. "You're right behind me, aren't you?" She laughed nervously, her hand going to her head, reflexively still looking for the wound.
"I lost my innocence when I had my first vision. That was ten years ago," Angel informed Advent, her tone slightly bitter.
OOC; woah... some freak in mah history book ish named 'john locke'... like LOST! O.o BIC: Beatrice nodded. "Yeah," She breathed. "I actually can." John took a small step backward when he saw Michael, keeping his hand on Hannah's shoulder. A lycan?! When? How? Hannah raised her head enough to see Van Helsing and Michael. She dropped her head, humiliation mixing with her pain.
OOC: i'm doing hw so i might be slow ^^' BIC: I shouldn't hold a grudge against her. Of course he sister would be more important. She shouldn't have waisted the time she did with us here. Garxena sighed. But she left Hiro, so she must be coming back.
Beatrice realized she was standing still, distracted by her woundless head. Just... standing, She answered after a moment, finally dropping her hands from her head. John smirked. "Good choice. Now just walk away."
OOC: i love doing hw and RPing at the same time! XD BIC: John tightened his grip on Hannah's shoulder, locking eyes with Edward to see his reaction at Hannah's scream. "Do it. You'll be causing her more pain though." Yes... Beatrice answered, gently running her fingers along the back of her head, trying to find the gash that had already healed.
OOC: if you're worried about me, you don't have to be DX i'm getting my angst out just fine.
Hiro floated in a circle worridly. "Scary stuff..." Garxena paced away from the headquarters. I can't do this without Kai... Now that I really think about it, she said she was going to find someone important to her. It can't be anyone other than my Somebody... he real sister...
Hannah tried to get up when Beatrice left. John put his hand on Hannah's shoulder. "Don't move," He hissed and then looked back at Edward. "So what will you do?" Hannah bit her lip against a cry of pain, contorting the sound.
T^T My parents banned me from going to the midnight release cuz it's a school night... TToTT
"Well you'll be stalking me, so I don't think I have to worry about dying." Angel muttered to Advent. Claire gripped Angel's hand. "You promise you'll come back?" "Yes," Angel returned Claire's hold. "Alive too."
Guess what everybody!!! 50 MORE DAYS UNTIL THE RELEASE!!
I'm re-reading it, and DAMN there are a lot of things that I didn't notice before! DX
OOC:.... worried and sick? what is with you people! T^T
"Please don't cry," Angel said softly. "I will come back." Claire nodded stiffly, trying to control her tears.
"And kill her," John retorted slyly. "Her mind has been lingering on her frustration of this little plan of hers. But she insists to herself that she do whatever you say. As she put it, she'll do anything for you; including be left in the dark in this plan of yours. Her thoughts are sickening." Beatrice dragged herself to a sitting position. She could feel the blood in her hair, but she didn't feel any pain. She took a moment to get to her feet. She knew she'd probably end up getting in the way if she stayed, but she wanted to be of some use. "Go," Hannah mouthed at Beatrice. She tried to focus through the constant pain, but her thoughts became incomplete and jumbled.
"Take that one," John waved at Beatrice. "Hannah doesn't get to leave." OOC: oh lolz.
