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Post by Bunny on Aug 23, 2010 2:36:52 GMT -5
One of the things that all of the Lord's Warriors - that is, the children who were often called upon to eradicate any interlopers - had to learn is to break into a house. The reason for this is simple: outlanders loved to seek cover in the old homes. It was a primal instinct to hide yourself in familiar surroundings - like the tainted old buildings - and Outlanders were primal creatures. It was best to hunt your prey where they liked to reside.
So, Rebekah knew how to break into a home relatively quietly. She had the physical and mental capabilities. She didn't have quite all the tools on her, such as a crowbar, but it wouldn't have taken her much effort to acquire one.
And even so, she stormed in as loudly as possible. The back door was a thin, flimsy piece of wood, and the moment that the tall girl, lean and muscular from hard labor shoved her weight against it, it fell forward and the cultist had entered into the home. The kitchen, to be precise.
It was clean and well kept. Dishes were placed neatly across the table as though someone was about to sit down to dinner.
The husband was nowhere to be seen.
The wife - the big-breasted wife, in contrast to Rebekah's flat front - however, was in the kitchen. Her arms were gloved in oven mits. She held a pot-roast in her hands and a horrified expression on her eyes.
Rebekah stared blankly at her. Unsure what to do now, she lifted a callused hand into the air and waved. "Hiya. I uh, I sorta want my kid, Noah. Also, I'm gonna kill you." She smiled.
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Post by Sly Cooper on Aug 23, 2010 2:46:27 GMT -5
Damon went around to the other side of the house. It was unlit and, as far as he could tell in the pitch, it seemed unused at that moment. He walked over to the first story window and punched the glass, shattering it so he could unlock it and open it up. His hand was bloody from the shards in his hands, but it didn't stop him from pulling himself up and through the now empty frame.
It took a good bit of upper body strength, then two feet at a time he entered in. Damon heard something going on in the other room, and something that sounded like it could be the baby crying? As quietly as he could he proceeded to look for the child and try to make his way back out as safely as possible, however he knew Rebekah probably wasn't going to make it that simple.
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Post by The Bad Man on Aug 23, 2010 11:11:43 GMT -5
Richard had only just mounted the front porch when he heard a thundering crash from the back of the house, loud enough for him to be startled. Richard was not an instinctual man, but he had a familiar sensation of dread, similar to what he had experienced at the diner. Ignoring a deceptively quiet tinkling sound from the homestead's left side, he rushed towards the back door, unaware of what he might find.
"Mr. and Mrs. Tamorin," he called between gasping breaths.
Rather than pound his way into uncertain danger, Richard paused behind the Tamorin's shed. He called out again, hoping that someone would reply. As Richard waited patiently for an answer, he reached into his coat pocket, rapping his hand around something cold and dark.
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Post by Bunny on Aug 23, 2010 15:34:30 GMT -5
As soon as Rebekah finished her proclamation she wiped the smile off of her face and lunged forward. A sharp, shrieking cry escaped from the intended victim's lips as she was knocked to the ground, a furious cultist writhing on top of her.
"Hush hush hush," Rebekah soothed, pressing the steel blade against the woman's pale, throbbing throat. This, for whatever reason, did not seem to calm the woman at all - in fact, it seemed to panic her even more. When her shrieks didn't cease, Rebekah hardened her tone: "Hush!"
The woman silenced. Rebekah understood, too. If someone had spoken to Rebekah the way Rebekah had just spoken to her, she would have shut her trap, too.
"Okay," she sighed. "Just tell me where the kid is, and I'll..." she paused. 'Let her go'? She already said she'd kill her. 'Sides, she had big breasts and was way over nineteen, and tainted little girl-Noah. Death was imminent.
She wasn't going to lie.
"I won't do something!" She winked for effect, hoping the woman would read whatever she was hoping for in the comical gesture.
Maybe the woman was illiterate. Before Rebekah could even open her eye as the conclusion of the wink, she unleashed a guttural howl for someone named Joseph.
"Awe cornhusks!" The teen swore, tensing. A woman she could kill. An able-bodied male she could not.
So, before the woman (who was beginning to wrestle vainly for her freedom) could cause her any more displeasure, she slit the knife deeply and crookedly across her throat. Not bothering to see if she had fatally wounded the housewife, she jumped to her feet and dived for the first hiding place that caught her eye: under the table.
Damon was coming. Her husband could take care of the male outlander.
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Post by The Bad Man on Aug 23, 2010 16:11:38 GMT -5
I meant what I said, Joe. It's a bad town, and it'll spill over here when we least expect it.
Their conversation had been almost a week ago, but it unrolled slowly through Richard's head.
Your kidding, right? Joseph Tamorin had been indolent.
Richard had been drinking beer with him on the porch and watching the inexorable descent of the evening sun. The alcohol had loosened both their tongues, but Richard's warning had made the moment sour. Later that night, Joseph Tamorin when asked Richard for an advance on his month's rent, he immediately regretted his words.
Then there was the scream, splitting the stillness of the warm summer warm. In a moment it was replaced by an ominous silence. Richard crept silently to the back door, his heart racing madly. The frigid object seemed to stir in his pocket, an oblong creature awoken with blood. Standing in doorway, Richard was struck by the gloom of the Tamorin's kitchen. He could see something moving ahead of him, struggling on the ground.
He took a step forward.
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Post by Sly Cooper on Aug 23, 2010 18:21:16 GMT -5
Damon heard a shriek in the air, and of course first thought was to go see that it wasn't Rebeka. He crept forward to the kitchen, one slow step at a time. He was careful not to compromise his cover, but when he looked around the corner to see the back of a man standing above a woman writing around on the tiled floor. With eyes widened, he covered his mouth. He wanted to let the crude words that came into his mind to spill out of his mouth, but then that was a good way to get shot. After all, if the man turned around Damon was done for.
Where is Rebaka? There's blood but no sign of her.
Another man walked into the room. He looked down to see the man standing there above his bleeding wife. "What the hell did you do to my wife?" He came forward to the man expecting an answer. His face turned red and his body shook with rage.
Damon backed away, before turning to the stares.
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Post by Bunny on Aug 23, 2010 18:46:33 GMT -5
The woman had called for someone named Joseph. Someone being the operative word in that statement, being a singular noun.
Rebekah was by no means a genius and if anyone saw her now, huddled beneath the table, brown hair frazzled from the struggle, dirt from her escapade through the garden caked on her dress and face - blood drenched over that - they wouldn't have thought so, either. But still, she understood that generally, the name Joseph meant one person.
But now, standing hardly an arm's length away from her position beneath the table were two men. The cry 'Joseph' had summoned two. This made Rebekah's mind whirl, and for an instant, the girl completely forgot about her precarious position. Was one named Joe and the other named Seph? She had seen the elderly man earlier on the porch; but why was he there?
The idea of a visitor or a Grandfather living with the family completely escaped her mind. Instead, Rebekah came to the only logical explanation: the two men were both her husband. She had heard that Outlanders wallowed in sin, but this was ridiculous!
Polygamy!
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Joseph Tamorin's face contorted into a demonic caricature. He repeated his earlier accusation, but swept on before Richard could respond. "Have you flipped the gasket?" he challenged. "So willing to prove that our neighbor's have become possessed that you-" Himself suddenly possessed by fury, he clenched a fist and swung it at the elderly man. Akin to Rebekah's fleeing from her victim's side before death was certain, Joseph didn't bother with Richard any further and instead swooped down to cradle his wife's paling head. He was a farmer, not a doctor. But that didn't mean he didn't know a knife wound when he saw one. A clumsily-cut knife wound. And Richard? His coat was spotless. His hands were empty, without a knife. The conclusion was obvious.
He turned his attention back to his injured wife, and muttered a request about calling for help.
OOC: Sorry about the meh post. >.<" No explanation can be given.
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Post by Sly Cooper on Aug 23, 2010 18:58:39 GMT -5
Damon got to the top of the stairs, swooping through the hall as quickly and quickly and quietly. There were several doors down the narrow hallway. There was one door that was closed and, he assumed, that the baby, his baby, was behind that closed door. He grabbed the knob, and twisted pushing the heavy oak door.
There is the crib. There is Rebekah's child. MY child.
He leaned forward, and almost instinctively, he picked the baby up carefully. It made a couple quiet cries, so Damon rested it on his shoulder. He rubbed its back and hushed it, carrying it along with him. "Hussssh. Daddy's here now. You're going to be safe now."
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Post by The Bad Man on Aug 23, 2010 19:13:37 GMT -5
Joseph Tamorin was a wreck. He was yelling and mumbling incoherently, his hands stained red with his wifes blood. Trudy, surprisingly, was still alive. Her ragged, but regular, breathing attested to the inexperience of her attempted murderer.
"...call for help, you damn fool," Joseph gasped. He was flailing around his wife like a panicked moon. Richard's mind raced. They had to find the real attacker, and quickly.
"Joe, where's Milly?" Richard knew the mention of Joe's daughter would jar him back into reality. Sure enough, the man's anguished face drew up into a grimace. Joe glanced down at his, then back up at Richard. After a moment's reflection, he seemed to make an important judgment.
"Look in the hall closet, up above the old hat stand. That's where I keep my gun." Without further hesitation he rushed into the hallway, and disappeared up the stairs, leaving Richard alone with Trudy, who appeared to have passed out.
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Post by Sly Cooper on Aug 23, 2010 19:51:22 GMT -5
Shit, shit shit. If I go back down, I have more of a possibility to run into someone.
Damon calmed the child into a lull, he hummed a tune he remember from his childhood before the purge. I knew we shouldn't have killed anyone. We should've just taken the child He looked out the window to look for another way out. I could go out onto the roof and sneak on the drainpipe, like I used to when I was living with Gramma. But what about Rebekah. He shook his head. I don't know where she is or if she's even alive. The important thing is to get Noah out of here.
Damon's mind raced, but he knew he couldn't go back the way he came no matter how quiet he was, that's where all the outlanders are and it would be easier to get caught.
He held the child with one hand carefully, lovingly, and opened the window. He pulled himself and the little girl through and stepped out onto the roof of the porch. His ears rang loudly, echoing his heart beating. He felt like a deer in headlights, but he moved lowering himself to the ground using the drainpipe. Who would've thought learning to escape from my gramma Penny would come in handy someday. I'll save Noah from the harassment I went though when I grew up. The abuse adults put the Lord's children though Damon truly thought that he was doing what would be best for the child.
Once his feet hit the ground, Damon took off running toward the cornfield for cover. I've go to find Esau to watch Noah, while I go back to find Rebekah. He's always had strong feeling for Rebekah and he couldn't leave her behind now.
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Post by The Bad Man on Aug 23, 2010 20:49:49 GMT -5
True to Joseph's word, Richard found an old police revolver tucked inside the hall closet. It was rusted from disuse, but it made a reassuring lump in Richard's pocket. He returned to the kitchen to check on Trudy, whose breathing had begun to shallow.
"Oh, hell," Richard exclaimed.
He wasn't certain of how he should proceed. His room would be safe, of that he could be certain. Trudy, however, was bleeding heavily, and Richard lacked the expertise to stem the flow. Hemingford didn't have a dedicated ambulance service, but the state police had connections to the local clinics. Richard strode into the Tamorin's dining room, passing a low coffee table, his eyes searching desperately for a telephone.
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Post by Sly Cooper on Aug 23, 2010 21:04:03 GMT -5
Damon ran back to the house. He fell a few times on the way back to getting Rebekah, so his clothes where ripped and dirty. He ran up to the front porch and pounded on the front door. He was shaken up so it wasn't going to be hard to act out what he had in mind. "PLEASE PLEASE LET ME IN! THERE'S A CRAZY MAN OUT HERE WHO ALMOST KILLED ME," he shouted desperately, "PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
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Post by Bunny on Aug 23, 2010 21:16:48 GMT -5
Rebekah's head perked up as she heard her husband's voice. Instantly, it soothed her: he was around, and he would protect her from the two great burly outlanders.
Wait---wait-- Oh, He Who Walks Behind the Rows, no...
There was an undeniable strain of panic underscoring Damon's tone. Even hunched over, she squared her shoulders. There was only one thing to do. She swore loyalty to her husband before her God, and she wasn't going to leave him to be killed by a maniac Outlander.
Without another thought, she crawled out from beneath the kitchen table and launched himself forward. "Don't worry, honey!" she cried, tearing the door open. "I'll save you!"
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Post by Sly Cooper on Aug 23, 2010 21:21:41 GMT -5
"Oh Rebekah! Please I need to come in there's someone out there in the fields!" Damon grabbed her and hugged her and even kissed her to make it more realistic of course. "I'm so glad you found shelter! I thought I had lost you!" He pushed her in, his heart rushing with panic. "But we have to get in there's someone out there!" I hope she doesn't screw this up.
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Post by The Bad Man on Aug 23, 2010 21:26:16 GMT -5
Richard's was still searching for a telephone when the yelling started. Someone, a teenager by the sound, was outside, screaming for help. Richard bit down his initial shock, replacing it with a calculated suspicion. The Tamorin's had few neighbors to speak of, and the nearest homestead was occupied by an elderly recluse. Why might a young man be this far out of town? An answer swelled up from a growing pit of dread.
The attacker.
But before he could reach the door, a young girl rushed past, and tore it open. She rushed into the arms of a teenage boy, his clothes muddied and ripped, as if he had been running from something.
It changed everything.
It changed nothing.
Richard pulled the gun out of his pocket, and thumbed the hammer.
"Put your hands up, kids," Richard said grimly.
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