07-05-2014, 08:58 AM
Giovanni had sat down - or fallen - he didn't remember which. Everything that was happening seemed to blend together and Giovanni felt very tired. His shoulder still hurt, but more than anything he wanted to just sleep. The cops moved to fight whatever it was that was farther back in the tunnel. Giovanni didn't look - and didn't want to.
The woman that had yelled approached him, saying to the maintenance guy, Mikhailov, "He’s not gonna make it to wherever the hell you’re supposed to take us. The man can hardly walk."
As of yet, the man hadn't moved Giovanni. The woman scrambled through a bag until she pulled out a bottle of water, fumbled with the cap, and gave it to Giovanni. Giovanni noticed her shaking hands, but at this point didn't care. The water had brought his thirst to the forefront of his mind. He took the bottle and began to drink quickly, feeling life come back into his body. He perked up a bit and felt a little more awake.
His attention back on the woman, he noticed she was waving her fingers in the air and a cold chill swept over him. It wasn't the chill of the wind; there was no wind in the tunnels. Neither was it a chill from a fever. The chill felt different and more elusive.
"Holy hell...what would healing look like...what elements..."
Giovanni suddenly understood. She could use the power and was trying to heal him.
"Two..."
Ordine's message confused Giovanni. Giovanni shivered from the chill and Mikhailov, having noticed, removed his coat and wrapped it around Giovanni's shoulders.
"Three..."
The message came just as the coat hit Giovanni's shoulders, and Giovanni understood. Ordine was counting the people who had helped him. The chill had went away and the woman had stepped away, apologizing for being unable to help. He muttered a thanks to both Mikhailov and the woman. Giovanni for the first time got a good look at her and noticed the short hair colored blue. The woman was pretty and the blue hair suited her. It was something Giovanni didn't often notice anymore, but God knows it had been a weird day.
Three people. Three people had helped Giovanni that day and for no other reason than they could and felt like he deserved to be helped. Guilt built up inside of him, adding emotional pain to his physical pain. Earlier that day, he had wanted to take advantage of an entire group of people. He then remembered the two cops who had moved to protect him. It was their job, but they still risked themselves to do it.
"Four...Five..."
Uncertainty fought with Giovanni as wondered why so many would help him.
"Because people help each other..."
It was the most coherent statement either of the voices had said since their argument had begun earlier that day. People help each other. They didn't need a reason to. They just did it.
Giovanni's thoughts were interrupted by an unearthly scream and he turned to look further down the tunnel. Some creature, now decapitated, fell to the floor. The older cop was there and in his light he saw another figure - female. She held a sword, blood dripping from its blade. Even from this distance he could tell she was shorter and dark haired, but it didn't matter. He recognized her.
"What is Aria doing here?"
Giovanni hadn't realized that he had spoken his thoughts aloud.
Ordine's previously louder voice now matched the volume of Caos. He thought he heard Caos mutter "Kill" and Ordine "No" before their babble became incoherent once more.
Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, Jul 5 2014, 08:59 AM.
The woman that had yelled approached him, saying to the maintenance guy, Mikhailov, "He’s not gonna make it to wherever the hell you’re supposed to take us. The man can hardly walk."
As of yet, the man hadn't moved Giovanni. The woman scrambled through a bag until she pulled out a bottle of water, fumbled with the cap, and gave it to Giovanni. Giovanni noticed her shaking hands, but at this point didn't care. The water had brought his thirst to the forefront of his mind. He took the bottle and began to drink quickly, feeling life come back into his body. He perked up a bit and felt a little more awake.
His attention back on the woman, he noticed she was waving her fingers in the air and a cold chill swept over him. It wasn't the chill of the wind; there was no wind in the tunnels. Neither was it a chill from a fever. The chill felt different and more elusive.
"Holy hell...what would healing look like...what elements..."
Giovanni suddenly understood. She could use the power and was trying to heal him.
"Two..."
Ordine's message confused Giovanni. Giovanni shivered from the chill and Mikhailov, having noticed, removed his coat and wrapped it around Giovanni's shoulders.
"Three..."
The message came just as the coat hit Giovanni's shoulders, and Giovanni understood. Ordine was counting the people who had helped him. The chill had went away and the woman had stepped away, apologizing for being unable to help. He muttered a thanks to both Mikhailov and the woman. Giovanni for the first time got a good look at her and noticed the short hair colored blue. The woman was pretty and the blue hair suited her. It was something Giovanni didn't often notice anymore, but God knows it had been a weird day.
Three people. Three people had helped Giovanni that day and for no other reason than they could and felt like he deserved to be helped. Guilt built up inside of him, adding emotional pain to his physical pain. Earlier that day, he had wanted to take advantage of an entire group of people. He then remembered the two cops who had moved to protect him. It was their job, but they still risked themselves to do it.
"Four...Five..."
Uncertainty fought with Giovanni as wondered why so many would help him.
"Because people help each other..."
It was the most coherent statement either of the voices had said since their argument had begun earlier that day. People help each other. They didn't need a reason to. They just did it.
Giovanni's thoughts were interrupted by an unearthly scream and he turned to look further down the tunnel. Some creature, now decapitated, fell to the floor. The older cop was there and in his light he saw another figure - female. She held a sword, blood dripping from its blade. Even from this distance he could tell she was shorter and dark haired, but it didn't matter. He recognized her.
"What is Aria doing here?"
Giovanni hadn't realized that he had spoken his thoughts aloud.
Ordine's previously louder voice now matched the volume of Caos. He thought he heard Caos mutter "Kill" and Ordine "No" before their babble became incoherent once more.
Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, Jul 5 2014, 08:59 AM.