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Discussion in 'Westcourt' started by Irene Adler, Dec 28, 2017.

  1. Irene Adler

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    January 6th Year 7

    It was late and the cold cut right through the bones as Irene drove to James' home in Westcourt from Elusion. The roads were icy with freezing rain, but Irene wasn't about to spend the night at Elusion and the haven that made her forget her fears and haunting thoughts was not very far away. Once committed, Irene drove slowly and safely enough, though visibility was low. A confident driver, she pushed on, the roads looked clear enough anyway.

    That was her thought one minute, then everything changed as her wheel turned out of control as it hit a long patch of black ice. The nose of the car headed straight for the river over the bridge and she turned the wheel abruptly, causing the car to lose even more control. Instead of going over, however, she was now headed for another car going in the opposite direction. There wasn't enough time for either party to react and the crunch of metal against metal and breaking of glass echoed against the pavement.

    The sensations that came next were a confusing blurb of cold air, popping, a white bubble, and pain. Irene leaned back in a daze after the airbag inflated, stopping the worst of the impact for her head anyway. She looked herself over and found her hand was bloody. Looking for injury, she realized her lap felt wet and warm and was getting colder as the wind cut through her car through the broken window. Blood.

    Breathing hard, she looked out into the dark night but the person in the other car was not moving. Opening the driver's side door, she realized in a second that she was trapped. The engine had been smashed into the dash, pinning her legs beneath it. Groaning as she pulled, sharp pain alerted her to stop. Whatever was holding her in place had clearly broke the skin and she could do more damage if she forced her way out from under it.

    Looking around for her phone, she saw it on the floor of the passenger side. Reaching for it, her fingertips couldn't touch. Dread hit her more sharply than the cold as she saw how abandoned the street was at this hour. It could be awhile before they were discovered. Wincing, she tried to reach the phone again, but then sensed another presence near, one that did not make her feel hopeful.




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    The Tigernor was on his way outta town when he heard the crunch of metal, the tinkle of broken glass against asphalt. He drew to an uneasy stop, tilting his head to listen, breath steaming out his nostrils, but the icy street had grown silent again. Trouble in Westcourt?

    He should ignore it and carry on back to the wild, find shelter from the freezing rain, tiny dots of it clinging to his fur like mornin’ dew. It was a bad idea to hang around town, especially after Sebastian Michaelis had seen him, but he was potentially passing up a good deed, passing up points he could score to win over that goddamn god.

    Letting out a bitter snarl, he went skulking off in search of the source of the commotion, the concrete cold and slippery under his paw pads. His head was full of images of vibrant green rainforests, trees with tender bark dripping moisture in the heat, monkeys hooting from high up in the wild tangle of canopy, insects buzzing and chittering metallically. A limp, warm deer pinned beneath his huge front paws, the coppery bite of blood stimulating his salivary glands.

    He smelt blood, real blood, a beat or too before he saw the two wrecks. There’d been a collision, probably ‘cos of the icy road. He hoped the drivers and their passengers weren’t dead, not ‘cos he cared about 'em, more ‘cos it’d cheat him outta his good deed.

    Philip crept after the scent of blood, resisting the urge to screw up his face and let his tongue drop. He didn’t know why, but that grimace helped him figure out info about the target of his interest. Their sex… Whether they were ready to breed with him...

    The blood scent led him to the vehicle that’d got torn up worse in the collision, its snout smashed in as though it’d been struck by a wrecking ball. He had to pick his way carefully over to the driver’s side ‘cos of the jagged glass scattered across the ground, shining slickly in the glow cast by the nearby streetlights. He’d give his tail to have two pairs of logger boots on his paws.

    He sprang up on to his hind legs, resting his front paws against the icy metal of the driver’s door to remain upright. The Tigernor scowled inside the mangled car and froze up in shock. It was the bitch who’d fried his goddamn balls.

    Great irony, hmm? All that blood, sweat and tears tryin’ to catch this willful woman, and here she was trapped in a mangled steel coffin. He'd better make it quick and then get the hell outta town...

    He crumpled up his face and let out a hissing snarl.


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    Irene thought she saw the smooth movements of shoulders and heard a four legged padding crunch against the snow and icy ground in front of her. A shadow passed along the headlights and gave her a chill the cold weather could never achieve. Just glimpses but her heart went into overtime anyway. Was her paranoia so great that she was seeing the damn tiger when it wasn't there? Did she hit her head?

    Or was it real?

    In the moment before it appeared, Irene heard it breathing and knew it was real. Watching the window, horrified, frozen, she vocally started when the massive muzzle sprung toward the window. She knew that face by now. Remembering Rajah, Irene couldn't ever imagine being afraid of that tiger again, not when this menacing scarred creature was bearing down on her.

    She began to pull her leg again, pushing against the dash, feeling her flesh tear even more, but knowing that she was as good as dead if she did nothing. The tiger's jagged teeth were revealed in a grim snarl. Irene looked for something to defend herself and wrapped her hand around a piece of glass, knowing it would be wholly inadequate. She held it out defensively, essentially waiting for her death.




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    Irene struggled to free herself from her metal coffin, but she was pinned up good. Right now, she was easier to kill than a newborn calf or lamb.

    Before he could leap into action, a crow fluttered outta the dark, landing on the roof of the car with a sharp click of talons. It let out a harsh, mocking caw, daring him with its beady eyes to tear out Adler’s throat, or do nothin’ and leave her there to bleed to death. It’d fly straight to Apollo, tell him how he’d taken the life of an innocent woman. Philip could sure as hell forget about regaining his humanity this century.

    He was gonna have to help the bitch. Damn.

    The Tigernor grudgingly lowered his lips back over his wicked looking fangs, grumbling deep in his throat as he tried to figure out a way to release her from that steel trap. He needed a pair of thumbs and a metal cutting saw, like firemen had at their disposal.

    Philip spotted her cell phone lyin’ in the passenger footwell, just a couple inches outta her reach. Well… Now… Guess he could help her call ‘em up instead

    He dropped back down on to four legs, creeping around the front of the car to play hero. The passenger door had gotten a little crinkled up in the crash. He was able to slot his paw in a ragged gap created by the warped door frame and the dented metal of the car's flank, levering it open with all his strength. The battered door unleashed a tortured squeal, which made his teeth and the tips of his whiskers itch.

    Panting lightly from the exertion, he forced his upper body inside awkwardly, the vehicle sagging under his weight and uttering a groggy groan. He’d placed his front paws on the passenger seat, his claws sinking into the upholstery. Now he just needed to bend down and pick the phone up carefully between his jaws.

    Hell knows what Irene must’ve thought with him just a few inches from her hand…


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    Irene was already a bundle of nerves but the crow landing just above her and letting it it's terrible cry was even more rattling. The tiger saw the crow and paused. Irene looked upwards, glancing back at The Governor every moment expecting him to charge at her and kill her. But, he didn't move. Instead, he stopped looking vicious and began looking thoughtful. Irene took the opportunity to look for a more useful weapon than the glass, which had bitten into her hand.

    Her bag containing the gun was also out of reach, in fact, it seemed to be out of fight completely and she wondered if it hadn't been thrust outside or in the back seat. Trapped and losing hope that she was going to live through this, she became utterly confused when the tiger disappeared from her window completely, seemingly giving up on his perfect shot at her.

    When the paw came through the other side of her vehicle, she gasped and pulled back the other way, wincing as the metal embedded in her thigh stayed put though she had shifted. The hot blood welling under it was getting very cold very fast. The tiger came inside, his enormous head taking up a large portion of the passenger side as it rooted around on the ground.

    The massive jaws came up holding her phone between them, but he as still as if handing it to her. If he thought for one moment that she was about to take it, he must think she was insane or just plain stupid. Watching him with wide blue eyes, she swiped the piece of glass near his face to see how he would react. The next one would be aimed to actually slice something.




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    She didn’t take the cell phone from his jaws, which failed to surprise him. The glass did, though. He snatched his head out the car with a low snarl. How the hell was he supposed to give her the cell now?

    The crow must’ve been in a charitable mood ‘cos it arced off the roof on to the passenger seat, giving him a squawk and encouraging bob of its head. He noticed a tiny white patch of feathers on its otherwise black chest. Snowdrop. He remembered now. The other crows called her Snowdrop. She could talk just like the rest, but he guessed she was holding off right now in case it freaked out Irene.

    Keeping his distance from the crude weapon, he put the cell phone on the edge of the passenger seat, which Snowdrop moved closer to Adler with her reptilian talons.

    He left the pair of ‘em, stalking over to the second car to check out the other driver’s wounds. The passenger side door had conveniently been smashed open in the collision, so he could stick his head in and take a look. What he saw made him huff out a sigh of disappointment.

    The inside of the cracked windshield was smeared in blood and brains. There was no saving that guy. Goddamn. His good deed would carry less weight now. Maybe there was somethin’ he could bring back to Irene at least…

    Philip searched around the vehicle as best he could with his awkward bulk, causing it to rock and groan every so often. He managed to gather up a small plastic medical kit, a lunchbox and couple blankets, as well as a nail from the cross of Christ, but not really. Only problem was carryin’ it all over to her in his jaws. He’d have to make two trips.


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    Irene took the small victory as the tiger's head retreated back out the window. Unfortunately, it took her phone with it. She hummed in disappointment that her situation was not only getting worse but being dragged out. The bird came into view again and Irene realized it was a crow. She had no time to wonder why it was here before the tiger head slipped back inside, eerily silent for its size.

    She swiped with the glass, cutting herself more than the big cat. She paused when he left her cell phone alone and frantically searched for his next move, glass still held as a weapon. The crow came in and Irene retreated but watched it carefully. When it left her phone, she didn't hesitate, snapping it up quickly and holding it near before watching out the windows to see crow and tiger retreating. It occurred to her then that they had actually helped her.

    Not thinking about it too hard just yet, she dialed the emergency number, reported her situation, and hung up even though they told her to stay on the line. She felt the distraction as what he wanted, to give her a false sense of hope.

    She spotted the tiger coming back with something else in his jaws and she watched him with wide, wary eyes, "You come near me and you'll be missing another eye." She warned. The ambulance and help were still minutes away, plenty of time to slaughter her.




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    The Tigernor prowled back to Irene’s car with the handle of the plastic medical kit clenched between his teeth, her warning making him let out a low, guttural growl. He kept outta reach of her hand, laying the medical kit on the very edge of the passenger seat.

    Hell knows whether she’d find the kit handy. Judging by the sharp smell of blood, she was gonna need more than a Band-Aid to patch up those wounds.

    Philip brought the blanket over to her next, tryin’ not to let its tail trail in the snow. He figured she could use the warmth, while she was waiting on the real help. She must’ve called an ambulance by now, probably forwarded a message on to the cops, too…

    Snowdrop fluttered back down with a throaty croak, taking one of the corners of the thick blanket from him in her dark, shiny beak. She hopped across the passenger seat, offering it proudly to Irene like it was some kinda tasty morsel. A giant grub.

    Well… Now… That was as much as he could help. Against his better judgement, he decided to hang on until people came to free Irene from the twisted metal. If they didn’t show, he’d have to go in search of someone who could help instead.

    The Tigernor padded over to the mouth of an alley, dropping his hindquarters to the frosty ground, but remaining upright. He looked across to the car expectantly, ready to bolt at the first shriek of a siren or muffled thump of footsteps.


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    A medical kit? Irene suddenly knew what going crazy felt like. There was no doubt anymore, The Governor was trying to help her. She opened the kit and allowed the gauze inside to begin soaking up the blood. Blankets were next but she still kept a firm grip on the glass. There was nothing in this dimension or the next that would ever allow her to trust The Governor. The crow was much less intimidating and she carefully took the blanket from it, making sure not to touch it, just in case. Despite its seemingly good intention, it was with the tiger that she did not trust, no matter how helpful he seemed. In fact, she began to dial the Watch after wrapping a blanket around her body, which had been growing ever colder.

    Then, they were both gone out of sight. Irene pulled the blanket close. Wrapping one end of the glass to protect her had from being cut up any worse, she held the weapon close to her chest, waiting for either the tiger to come and kill her or to be rescued by the emergency crew she had called.

    Much to her surprise, it was the latter. It took several minutes to cut her out of the car without further injury and she was loaded into the ambulance, “Careful, I saw a tiger, it’s dangerous.” She told them, knowing it would be just like The Governor to wait until Irene thought she was safe before slaughtering all her saviours and then herself. The Watch came shortly after and she told them too. But, the tiger did not attack though Irene was hyper aware and watchful until they drive off through the snow, lights and sirens wailing.




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    The Tigernor carried on peering around the alley, watching the emergency crew cut Irene outta her twisted wreck. He growled quietly at her warning to ‘em, deciding that it was time to head out before they sent folk his way and caused him complications.

    Philip padded off down the dark narrow alley, knowing from experience that it’d lead out to a more rural area. He uttered another quiet growl, enraged and disappointed at his missed opportunity to kill that bitch, but if he wanted to become human again, he was gonna have to accept the fact that killing her was outta the question. So was killing anybody else who’d threatened or betrayed or hurt him in the past. He had to let go of that bitterness and hatred, focus only on loving his little girl, his punkin.

    That second part was easy, but the first…

    He crept outta the alley, breaking into a rolling run, frozen pebbles biting into the pads of his paws. Again he found himself wishing he had two sets of boots. Hell. Even two sets of socks were damn well better than nothin’. And he could also use his pants and walking coat and gun…

    The Tigernor pushed his way through icy vegetation, breathing in the stifled smell of fresh leaves and soil. His thoughts began to smear like words wiped off a car window, causing him to give less of a damn about his pants or walking coat or- What the hell did you call that shiny hard thing again? To give less of a damn about the woman who’d been trapped in the other shiny hard thing.

    His mind dimmed like a dyin’ lightbulb, leaving him to fixate on pressing needs. Food. He had to eat, but not the woman. Not any human. They might look and smell like prey, but they could sure as hell deliver a predator’s blow.


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