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Apparently, some people care not of rumors and stories of danger, or simply do not hear them.
Alas, the siren call of a chance to... well, who knows what three not-so-innocent souls would be up to in the woods.
But they were not there alone.
Someone was waiting. Waiting and watching.
[ooc: Violence behind the cut. Preplayed with
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chchch_hahaha. No interaction possible, but OOC comments are welcomed. That Bel, Phoebe, and Anders wandered off into the woods is okay for broadcast, but what happened is NFB.]
Alas, the siren call of a chance to... well, who knows what three not-so-innocent souls would be up to in the woods.
But they were not there alone.
Someone was waiting. Waiting and watching.
![]() | There was little privacy in the cabins, so when the idea came up to take a walk in the woods, Bel enthusiastically agreed. It was a nice night, the stars were out, and whatever animals that were in the preserve wouldn't care about a little noise. . . . |
![]() | "Good thing it's not too cold out," remarked Anders, who was sticking close to Bel's side. "Lords, I miss the dorms right now." |
![]() | Phoebe smiled at them. "The dorms have bigger beds, too," she said. "But it's pretty out here tonight." |
![]() | Some leaves rustled in the distance. |
![]() | Just the wind, of course. "Bigger beds and thicker walls," Bel grumbled. He looked around. "Still, better than straw on the ground in the Underworld." |
![]() | "Do I even want to know?" asked Anders, as he shifted the rolled-up sleeping bags under his arm, a little too impatient to put the thing to good use, and unmindful of the rustling. |
![]() | "No, you really don't," Phoebe said, shaking her head and taking Cole's hand. "We can find a spot out here and just relax and get comfortable." She was with two guys, why would she pay attention to rustling? |
![]() | "Let's just say the Underworld isn't know for its comfort," Bel said. He stopped as they reached a secluded grove with a lush carpeting of soft grass. "This looks like a good place, you think?" |
![]() | Anders grinned broadly. "This is perfect," he said, and gave Bel a quick kiss before going to spread the sleeping bags out on the grass. |
![]() | Phoebe happily kicked her shoes off and let out a happy sigh. "This really is perfect, Cole. It's beautiful out here." |
![]() | Bel settled on the sleeping bags, quickly claiming the middle. He stretched out on his back, hands behind his bed. "So," he said with a grin, "wanna stargaze?" |
![]() | "That's what we're calling it now?" drawled Anders. He stretched out on the sleeping bags beside Bel, wrapping an arm comfortably around him as he snuggled up close and reached for Phoebe's hand. |
![]() | Phoebe lay down on Cole's other side, and grasped Anders's hand. She leaned in as ran her tongue along the side of Cole's neck. "Stars are so not the bodies that I'm wanting to see right now..." |
![]() | Bel made a happy noise as he turned his head and kissed Phoebe, then did the same to Anders. "Nothing's stopping you," he murmured. |
![]() | "Could definitely go for a little of that kind of action myself," Anders noted as his hand strayed up Phoebe's arm and he squirmed a little closer to Bel. "Who needs the stars when we've got some hot bodies right here? And I mean hot in more than one way, too." |
![]() | Phoebe kissed Cole as she ran a hand along Anders's back and up to his neck. She then leaned over Cole to kiss Anders while her other hand started wandering down Cole's chest and then under his shirt. She pulled back from Anders and nodded, looking at both guys. "I like the bodies that I can actually touch," she murmured while her hands wandered along the guys. |
![]() | Touching was good, very good. And it had been far too long since they'd had a little time to themselves. So Bel was very pleased to be part of this squirming embrace of kisses and caresses. Unfortunately, it made him pretty oblivious to any movement in the woods around them. |
![]() | Stomping out of the woods, Jason wasted no time. Mama wouldn't like these kids. Mama would want them to suffer. Gotta make mama proud. He thrust his machete towards the mass, not caring where it hit. |
![]() | Bel caught sight of Jason as he lunged forward. He immediately thrust out his arms and shoved Phoebe and Anders away from him and the downward path of the machete. Of course, that meant it skewered his own chest. |
![]() | "What the --" The abrupt disappointment of being shoved roughly away faded quickly once Anders saw the machete go through Bel's chest. "Oh, frak -- Bel!" he yelped, forgetting for the moment that he was pretty much indestructible now. Maybe getting up and lunging at the freak in the mask wasn't his best idea ever, but he was pissed. "Son of a . . ." |
![]() | When Phoebe saw the machete go through Cole, she screamed. She shook her head and screamed again. "No!" This couldn't be happening. When she saw Anders lunge at the masked figure she yelled again. She grabbed something to put over Cole's wound and then turned to face the asshole who had hurt him. "You are so going to pay for that asshole." |
![]() | Jason lashed out at Anders with his free arm, with unnatural strength. The girl would have to die first. |
![]() | Bel sat up, coughing and clutching his chest, even as he felt the wound healing beneath his fingers. He staggered to his feet. "Get the hell away from her!" he growled. |
![]() | "Phoebe, no!" Anders blurted out, just before Jason's blow caught him square in the solar plexus and sent him sprawling. It took him a moment or two to struggle back to his feet, but being a stubborn boy he tried to lunge at Jason again. Rather shakily. |
![]() | Jason lashed at Anders again, while simultaneously slashing at Phoebe with his knife. The more, the gorier, they say. |
![]() | Phoebe cried out in pain as the knife came down on her shoulder and she stumbled back slightly. That hurt! Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she jumped up in the air and tried to kick at his face. He had stabbed Cole and hurt Anders. He was going to pay. |
![]() | Phoebe was too close to Jason to risk a fireball, so Bel lunged at the masked attacker, trying to tackle him to the ground before he could slash at Phoebe or Anders again. |
![]() | Bel's tackle connected, but all he pulled to the ground was... Jason's mask. Boy, ain't he pretty? |
![]() | Oh, that was it. He'd stabbed Bel, and slashed at Phoebe. Anders took that as his cue to try and tackle Jason yet again, nasty looking piece of work that he was. |
![]() | Jason's footing was strong, so all he did was take this chance to slice the machete into Anders' back. |
![]() | Phoebe cried out and even though she was in pain she leapt into the ground to levitate and did her best to kick at the arm with the machete. |
![]() | Anders howled with pain and went down face first, writhing as blood poured from the cut across his back. |
![]() | "Phoebe, get down!" Bel yelled, summoning a fireball to his hand. |
![]() | After she didn't stop Anders from getting hurt, Phoebe dropped to ground next to him when she heard Cole yell at her to get down. |
![]() | Bel threw the fireball. He'd see how this son of a bitch liked immolation. |
![]() | Jason caught fire, and began flailing a bit. |
![]() | Anders grimaced, and despite the pain managed to crawl a little closer to Phoebe to put an arm around her. "Hurts . . . frak, are you okay?" |
![]() | Phoebe didn't even seem to be thinking about her shoulder. "We have to get you to the clinic," she whimpered softly. "You and Cole... have to get you to the clinic." |
![]() | Jason realized that this wasn't getting him off fire. So instead he decided to just punch at the girl with a flaming fist. |
![]() | Bel intercepted the punch, taking it himself. "You two run!" he ordered Phoebe and Anders as he reeled back. This guy was strong. "I'll be right behind you." |
![]() | Like she was leaving Cole behind? She did another leap and tried to tackle the guy. "You leave him alone!" Phoebe had gone into the mindset she was in when she killed Dane. "You are not taking him from us again!" |
![]() | "Phoebe!" Anders blurted out as he struggled to his feet. Oh, hell, if she was going to do this, he wasn't going to run. Instead, he tried to charge in right behind her. |
![]() | Cole grabbed a hold of Phoebe and spun her back around toward Anders. "Anders, get her the fuck out of here!" Bel snarled. She was already wounded, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let her get hurt anymore. Or Anders. |
![]() | Jason wanted her to get more hurt. He did his best to push Cole out of the way, and went to slash down at Phoebe's back. |
![]() | Phoebe screamed as she felt the knife slice against her back as she was trying to get out of the way of the boys. |
![]() | "Motherfrakking son of a bitch!" Anders growled, too late to intercept the blow. He wrapped his arms around Phoebe and tried to pull her out of the way of further harm. |
![]() | "Go!" Bel roared, summoning another fireball. |
![]() | Jason bent down to pick up his mask, and pull it back on. He turned to face Bel, his machete raised. |
![]() | Moving hurt. Breathing hurt. She felt like she was going to pass out... ...but that thing was attacking Cole. Phoebe reached for a rock and trying not to let herself black out from the pain, she threw the rock at Jason's head. |
![]() | Anders was starting to get a little lightheaded from the blood loss, which made trying to pull Phoebe out of harm's way difficult. He really wanted to stay and try to kick this guy's ass, but an injured player on the court was a liability, and Bel could heal better than they could . . . "Phoebe," he rasped, "not gonna do him any good if either of us gets killed either, y'know!" |
![]() | Phoebe hated it, but he was right -- and she was in danger of passing out any moment now. If she passed out, Cole and Anders would get killed because they wold be more concerned about her than protecting themselves. She nodded, trying to force her eyes to stay open. "Can't go very fast," she mumbled. She looked over at Cole and there were new tears in her eyes. "Cole..." |
![]() | "I'll be okay," Bel promised, keeping himself between Jason and Phoebe and Anders. "Just get out of here, get to safety." |
![]() | "You better be okay," Anders gritted out, "or I'm gonna kick your ass." Staggering a little bit, he wrapped his arms more tightly around Phoebe and tried to tug her to safety again. "Come on, you heard him. Let's get the frak out of here." His eyes were pretty focused on where Bel was, though. |
![]() | Jason tilted his head. What were they doing? Oh, and still on fire. |
![]() | Phoebe was walking slowly due to fighting to stay awake and being in pain. Of course, it didn't help that she kept looking back over her shoulder at Cole. She felt like they were betraying him by leaving him behind. |
![]() | Jason was about to be more on fire. Bel threw the fireball he had conjured. |
![]() | Anders was trying to hustle, to get him and Phoebe out of there, but he'd been bleeding badly enough by now that his vision was getting really blurry and keeping his balance was hard. "He'll be okay," he muttered thickly, trying to reassure both of them. "He will. 's go . . ." He staggered again, nearly pulling both of them to the ground. |
![]() | The fireball hit Jason, and knocked him clear off his feet, onto the ground. He wasn't moving. |
![]() | Phoebe wasn't paying attention to where they were walking. She was watching Cole... and that's when dizziness from the blood loss and pain kicked in again. "Anders," she said softly as she started to fall, probably pulling him with her. |
![]() | Bel was pretty sure the masked maniac was dead. His more pressing concern was Phoebe and Anders, who he glanced back and saw toppling over with Phoebe. He hurried to their sides, scooping them up in his arms, then shimmered with them to the clinic. |
![]() | As he had already stopped and dropped, Jason rolled a bit and stood up, no longer on fire. He'd lost the trail. Time to find new prey. |
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