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Post by Gambit on Mar 30, 2009 15:38:04 GMT -4
When McCoy’s massive hand wrapped around the priest’s neck, pinning him to the floor, Remy’s own shot up to grab the blue furred wrist. The strength behind the hold was immense, and he instantly realised that there was no possible way he could overpower this man. Already he was struggling for breath; his eyes tightly closed the pain started to overtake him.
“De light o’ God... surrounds me,” he choked out. He could charge the beast’s coat, it might be enough to get away, but at such a close proximity he would not escape damage.
“De ... love o’ God enfolds me.” His strength was already waning as he tried to kick his feet feebly, but the other man’s weight was too great. This was it. He’d come this far only to fail. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
“De... power... o’ God... protects me.” His horse voice was barely audible now and everything started to fade.
Then he heard it. It was the voice again. The voice who had guided him here, who had set his path so many years ago; the voice who gave him strength and determination and faith.
It was the voice of God Himself.
“De presence... o’ God... watches over me.” Suddenly the priest’s eyes opened, and although his eyes glowed dimmer, they were the same red as that of his oppressor. Where McCoy expected to see defeat he saw only conviction; absolute faith that this was not the end, that his mission would not fail. God would not let him fail.
“Wherever I am... God is.”
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Apr 1, 2009 10:45:16 GMT -4
Pushed on by a surge of energy, Kurt burst through the door and back into the darkened hallway. It looked bad...debris was everywhere and sparks flew down from broken fixtures.
Down toward a truly horrifying scene below them. A massive shape held the priest to the floor. Kurt realized suddenly that he might already be too late.
"NEIN!", he shouted as all injuries were forgotten. Kurt Wagner ran as fast as he could. There was little he could do physically to affect the furry beast, and the only power he had beyond normal human strength had been made far too dangerous by their trip inside the building.
Far too dangerous to save the priest.
Kurt spoke the incantation as he leapt, throwing all of his weight against the blue-furred monster. Blackness surrounded him, then both of them, then a hole ripped into the very fabric of reality. A hole that led someplace else.
Kurt Wagner and Henry McCoy disappeared into that rip. There were sounds there, angry sounds. The blackness pulled in upon itself.
And then there was only silence.
The priest suddenly found himself alone.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 9, 2009 10:23:53 GMT -4
It was not over. This was not the end. The priest was on a mission for God, and He would not let it fail. Just when things were looking their bleakest, Remy’s prayers were answered in the form of an angel. He had known for some time now that Kurt was no normal man, but just what he was he could not discern. He had seen him disappear in the blink of an eye, had accompanied him as he walked among demons in another world, and now been saved in the nick of time by this man. This extraordinary man. Perhaps not a man at all. At that moment, when the weight was suddenly lifted from him and he could breath again, the priest was certain that Kurt had a purpose here as well: he was a guardian angel.
Suddenly free and alone, Remy rolled to his side, clutching at his throat and gasping for air. It took a few moments to regain his breath before he flopped back on his back, staring at the ceiling. His entire body ached, inside and out, and he wanted nothing more than to lie there and wait for Kurt to return, but while his body was tired his mind was still sharp. He could not wait. Enough time had been wasted already; he had to move.
Lifting his arm, with a flick of his wrist the key reappeared in his hand and he stared up at it with a lopsided grin. Dropping his hand back down, he clutched the key to his chest and struggled to his knees.
“Y’ saved m’ life an’ y’re about t’ change de world. We’ll meet again, mon ami,” he said to the open air before pushing up to stand. Leaning heavily against the wall and stumbling over the debris that littered the hallway, the priest moved quickly toward the door at the other end.
That was when the whole building shook again, another, much larger, explosion rocking it to its very foundation.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 11, 2009 11:27:19 GMT -4
While the building still shook around him, Remy bolted for the locked door at the end of hallway. His lungs and throat still ached from the doctor’s attack, but the sudden adrenaline coursing through him gave him the energy needed to continue on. That, and the ever present voice in his head offering comfort, encouragement and direction.
Stopping at the door, he leaned heavily against the wall and after a few excruciating moments he managed to unlock the passage with shaky hands. The site that greeted him on the other side wasn’t a pleasant one. The whole building felt like it was collapsing around him, and his only way out was a lift? Unfortunately he didn’t have time to search for an alternate route, though he had the feeling he wouldn’t find one. He had no choice but to step inside and hope that the cables and electrical system held out long enough for the lift to get wherever he needed it to go.
Taking a deep breath he threw himself inside. Looking frantically at the lighted panel, there was only one option: down. Pressing the button, there was nothing to do now but wait. And wait. The trip down felt excruciatingly long, and the coffin-like enclosure he had willingly encased himself in unsteady. His heart was beating so loudly in his ears by now he thought they might explode. After an eternity he was free. The doors slid slowly open and the priest found himself in large, dark and dank tunnel. The tracks hinted at a once busy subway route, but trains hadn’t moved beneath this city for years. Looking one way, then the next, he spotted a strange looking machine to his right. Approaching it cautiously he discovered a vehicle meant to travel he tracks. Maybe they weren’t as abandoned as he’d thought. Seating himself upon it, his fingers moved over the buttons as if of their own accord. Taking a deep breath he hit the final one and was off like a rocket. Literally.
((apologies for the double post, but felt it best to wrap this one up here before moving on to The Americas))
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Jun 11, 2009 17:10:39 GMT -4
Moments after the priest had struggled off down the hallway and moments before the building's collapse, a gasping Kurt Wagner burst suddenly back to almost precisely where he had left through a gaping black hole.
This time, the ebony mystic energies that oozed from the portal like living tendrils did not let Kurt go. Rather, they clung to him as his eyes glowed gold.
He looked around long enough to realize that the building was tearing itself apart and that his friend was gone.
Without a word he turned and disappeared back into the blackness of the portal.
It snapped shut behind him.
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