06-29-2014, 05:31 PM
Rune was still on her knees when an unmarked, white van screeched to a halt. The side door flung open even before the wheels stopped turning. In a flash, Uncle Seth was at her side and lifting her into the van. Two other Atharim were walking about, inspecting the area with firearms raised.
"No guys, don't. Its no good. They're gone!"
Rune seethed frustration. She didnt know if she was more mad that the god got away or that her abdomen she was a dart-board.
Seth's horrified, angry haunt went from the blood soaked hands of his neice to the knife beside her. He picked it up and tucked it away with a growl and put his arm around her, lifting gently. "Back to the van boys!"
Rune was laid in the back as the van rumbled through the streets of Moscow. Seth had made her pull up her shirt to check out the wound. He figured it was as deep as the knife was long, which was several inches. A fire blazed inside that kept her eyes squished shut while she writhed around.
"Did that son of a bitch Jaxen do this to you?"
Seth stuck the wand of a clotting can into her belly and Rune screamed bloody murder when the foam filled the hole.
Her hand made a fist and she pounded the side of the van, but she barely felt her knuckles split apart. Nothing took the edge off. "No. It was something else. Something just appeared. Like he conjured it! Small. Short. Female voice. Quick as a dart. Next thing I knew I was shooting at empty air."
She cursed through clenched teeth. Her cheeks were hard as rocks. Her legs folded and unfolded. Her stomach burned like hot coals had been shoved in her belly button.
Seth got on his phone and made a call. When Rune clutched at his arm, he looked down at her. "Closest safe house is White's tin can. We'll be there in a couple minutes. That ruddy kid better be there."
Rune's eyes grew wide, her nostrils flared defiance. "No!! No Uncle Seth! Please not him! Anyone but him! He'll.. He'll be a .. he'll be unbearable!"
Seth shot her his shut-the-fuck-up look.
Rune growled.
"No guys, don't. Its no good. They're gone!"
Rune seethed frustration. She didnt know if she was more mad that the god got away or that her abdomen she was a dart-board.
Seth's horrified, angry haunt went from the blood soaked hands of his neice to the knife beside her. He picked it up and tucked it away with a growl and put his arm around her, lifting gently. "Back to the van boys!"
Rune was laid in the back as the van rumbled through the streets of Moscow. Seth had made her pull up her shirt to check out the wound. He figured it was as deep as the knife was long, which was several inches. A fire blazed inside that kept her eyes squished shut while she writhed around.
"Did that son of a bitch Jaxen do this to you?"
Seth stuck the wand of a clotting can into her belly and Rune screamed bloody murder when the foam filled the hole.
Her hand made a fist and she pounded the side of the van, but she barely felt her knuckles split apart. Nothing took the edge off. "No. It was something else. Something just appeared. Like he conjured it! Small. Short. Female voice. Quick as a dart. Next thing I knew I was shooting at empty air."
She cursed through clenched teeth. Her cheeks were hard as rocks. Her legs folded and unfolded. Her stomach burned like hot coals had been shoved in her belly button.
Seth got on his phone and made a call. When Rune clutched at his arm, he looked down at her. "Closest safe house is White's tin can. We'll be there in a couple minutes. That ruddy kid better be there."
Rune's eyes grew wide, her nostrils flared defiance. "No!! No Uncle Seth! Please not him! Anyone but him! He'll.. He'll be a .. he'll be unbearable!"
Seth shot her his shut-the-fuck-up look.
Rune growled.