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Discussion in 'Morhall' started by Bellamy Blake, Nov 26, 2017.

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    Maybe they'd want to start trouble, but they didn't know that. They didn't know how long they'd been down here, how long they'd been suffering. Just leaving them here didn't feel right, and it was never gonna feel right. But maybe the chances of him getting them out were better if he actually knew what he was dealing with. Bellamy didn't like that he was leaning toward actually fucking agreeing with Blake, but there he was, refusing to let himself argue.

    He just didn't look at them. Even as Blake let the one guy out, even as they all started raising their voices to shouts, Bellamy didn't let himself look at them because he knew exactly what kind of desperation he would see.

    The door flew open and a man and woman raced in with their bow and arrows at the ready, an arrow flying true through the air as it struck their would-be guide in the forehead. Struck him dead, and as Bellamy watched him fall to the ground in a heap, bleeding from his newfound wound, he could feel the rage boiling up inside of him. The next arrow went straight for The Governor, and Bellamy suddenly shoved him out of the way.

    Because if anyone was gonna kill Philip Blake, it was gonna be him.

    There was only one way out now, the door blocked by the two who had burst in and there were no doubt others behind them. By chance, their way out happened to be exactly the way they'd been told not to go. And that was exactly the way Bellamy was starting the pair of them toward. He'd come back. He'd come back for them, he told himself over and over.

     
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    Bellamy shoved him so hard that he stumbled back a couple steps, an arrow whizzing just inches from his forehead. Philip gave him an incredulous scowl, wondering why the hell he’d defended him. Still foolishly tryin’ to play at hero? Some kinda attempt to show that he was the bigger man? A nobody kills you but me type of mentality?

    But there was no time to stand around and try to figure out what was goin’ on inside sonny boy’s skull. These so-called Servants of the Serpent were reloading their weapons, getting ready to fire again. The Governor could use somethin’ like a shield against their arrows.

    He glanced down at the Milton lookalike’s limp body, his blood seeping into the cracks in the stony ground. Wouldn’t take much effort to heft him to his feet, hold him out in front of him as he went charging after Bellamy. He had tiger strength to help him.

    Philip hauled the corpse up under the armpits, turning his ashen, bloodied face around to stare vacantly at the two Servants. It must’ve looked bizarre as hell… A man chasing after another man with a corpse held out before him, its feet dangling off the ground. The Servants fired at him, their arrows embedding in the Milton lookalike’s throat and chest with wet whumps.

    He stormed right up to ‘em with his macabre shield, tearing the bow outta the hands of the stunned male Servant and throwing it in sonny boy’s direction. The Governor shoved the arrow riddled body at the woman, knocking her off her feet, her bow spinning across the ground.


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    As the bow slid across the ground toward Bellamy, his boot came down over it, bending to pick it up, but he only made it halfway before the body Philip had went toppling into woman nearby who stumbled away and toward her, a vicious look in her eye. Grimacing, he dragged his boot, flinging the bow a short ways behind him as she flung herself at him. Side-stepping, Bellamy sent an elbow into her side and a cry erupted from her lips as she stumbled backward. He stepped toward her then, grabbing her and slamming her into the wall so hard that she slumped to the ground again, unmoving.

    "Let's go!" he ground out, dark eyes whipping toward The Governor again as he turned to snatch the bow up from the ground and, with it, some stray arrows. Turning toward the only real exit they had, Bellamy froze a split second as he watched the woman he thought he had previously knocked out throw herself at him, a banshee shriek escaping her lips.

    Bellamy thought quickly and moved even quicker, suddenly plunging the tip of one of the arrows he'd picked up into her throat, blood spraying from the wound, on herself, his face, his clothes. He hated how familiar the sensation was even as he dropped her body to the ground. She wouldn't be getting back up this time.

    Whipping his gaze back toward The Governor, he barely waited a second this time before turning to take off down that corridor.

     
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    Bellamy fought against the woman, taking her out with an arrow to the throat. The Governor eyed the spray of blood coolly, feeling no disgust, no sorrow, no pity. There was no room to feel anythin’. It was all about kill or die in this situation.

    The other Servant had got over his shock, lunging at him with a guttural bellow. Philip was ready. He pulled out the knife that he’d scavenged from the first couple guys, driving it into his chest with a meaty thud, blood whiplashing across the ground.

    Baring his teeth, The Governor gave the knife a savage twist inside his body, causing him to jerk rigid, blood bubbling up into his mouth. He yanked out the knife then, tossing the man’s twitching and shuddering body to the stone floor as unceremoniously as a bag of trash.

    He chased after Bellamy down the narrow, dingy tunnel, the air growing hotter and clammier with each twist and turn. Philip panted shallowly, his shirt clinging stickily to his back. There were flaming torches carved into the walls, throwing patterns of light and shadow against the coarse stone and dirt, the crackling of fire accompanying the steady beat of their footsteps.

    They turned another corner and burst into an open area, the humidity a hard, living pressure squeezing down on his chest, his lungs. Eggs. Clusters of big, pastel colored eggs had been left, or laid, in the natural alcoves of the room.


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    There might’ve been a sliver of hope that they were heading somewhere better with a chance of getting out for just a second, but it was fleeting by the time the pair of men whipped around that corner and came to a sudden halt as the room opened up into a wider space. And it wasn’t a pleasant site they were greeted with. It was like something out of one of those old sci-fi movies with the aliens in the little pods, ready to hatch any second, and if Bellamy’d had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach earlier, he didn’t know how to put into words how bad it was now.

    Going backward wasn’t an option. But on the other side of that room? A room that seemed a hell of a love longer than it really was with those things there? A door. A heavy-looking metal door. He didn’t know what was on the other side, but he knew they needed to keep going.

    Clenching his jaw tight, Bellamy side-glanced The Governor, hesitating and then silent gesturing for him to follow. They could wait and die. Or they could try. And maybe still die, but at least their chances were better if they did something. So he took the first slow, silent step through the room, his eyes fixed on the clusters of eggs. The closer he stepped as he started to pass the first few of them by, he could see them pulsating.



     
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    He caught Bellamy’s look, giving him a curt, solemn nod in return. The Governor understood. Get to that chunky metal door on the other side of the room.

    Philip could hear voices and footsteps coming from behind ‘em, although they kept growing muffled and distant. They wouldn’t find ‘em… Least not yet, anyhow…

    Clenching his jaw, he joined sonny boy on his trip across the room, resting his forearm on the vacant spot where he should’ve had his Beretta. Eggs… Servants of the Serpent… You didn’t need a degree in biology to figure out what was gonna hatch outta those eggs.

    He was just passing the first cluster with Bellamy when a sickening crack came from the nearest egg, its shell splitting away to reveal a snake with a thick, white body. It must’ve been around five feet long, but it wasn’t its size that chilled his midsection.

    The snake had the face of a person, a man, its eyes blue shot through with green. It hissed at ‘em, a sinewy forked tongue flicking out between needle thin fangs.

    A second egg cracked open to reveal another serpent, this one with the face of a woman. It even had brown hair dangling limply down to its neck.

    The two snake creatures started to slither towards ‘em...


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    Just when he'd thought some of the creatures in Pandora couldn't look anymore fucked up than they already did, the eggs were hatching and slither out of them were snakes. Not just any snakes. They were snakes with fucking faces, the faces of humans, and as Bellamy turned his head to look, he felt dread in the pit of his stomach. Dread, disgust, and most of all, the urge to quicken his pace as he broke into a goddamn run, throwing his gaze over his shoulder. Blake was right behind him, the snakes practically at his ankles, their forked tongues darting from their mouths.

    Reaching the door turned out to be an easy task despite the danger, and upon shoving it open, he knew what he saw. Light at the end of the tunnel. Daylight, and Bellamy's heart beat a touch faster. But he hesitated, looking behind him, his hand still gripping the heavy metal of the door as he watched The Governor racing toward him.

    He could have said he didn't know what came over him. But that would've been a fucking lie. Hope of escape and the thought of where they would be standing when they did get out of here was there in the front of his mind. With his sister, with Jo, with everything he'd put them through.

    And that was when Bellamy suddenly turned and started to shove the door closed with every intention of trapping the other man in there, to damn him to some sort of gruesome fate.



     
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    Bellamy’d gone on ahead of him, wrenching open the chunky metal door with a hideous squeal, silvery daylight spilling into the room. Perfect. There was their way outta this viper pit.

    The Governor put on a burst of speed, but he should’ve saved himself the goddamn effort. Bellamy had slammed the door shut behind him, leaving him trapped in the dingy chamber with the snake creatures and the clusters of slimy, pulsing eggs.

    Shit.

    Philip wasn’t surprised that sonny boy had left him here to rot, more furious that he’d got one over on him. It should’ve been him on the other side of that door instead, listening to Bellamy shriek as he was struck and bitten at by the snake things.

    Baring his teeth, he snapped around to face the two of ‘em, lurching back to avoid a blow from the snake man. He let out a guttural bellow, driving his crude knife at his throat, hacking a red line in his leathery skin, blood dribbling down his narrow body.

    The creature flopped to the ground, hissing and writhing and thrashing around like a broken hose outta control. He slashed at his head, his neck, hoping to accelerate his death.

    Sharp cracks and savage splintering sounds were seeping out from the shadowy alcoves of the room. More of the monsters were hatching from their eggs. Damn. He may’ve been able to fight off these two, but a whole group of ‘em…?

    The Governor glanced around wildly, tryin’ to find somewhere to escape the snake things. He couldn’t run back the way he’d come ‘cos he’d wind up in the arms of those Servants. They’d probably put him in cage along with the rest of those begging folk, ready to use as reptile food. He didn’t bother to entertain the idea of tryin’ the exit, figuring sonny boy would’ve found a way to lock it or block it up with somethin’.

    He snarled out and dodged a strike from the snake woman, although her tail cracked like a whip against his ribs, sparks of pain flaring up his side and between his lungs.

    Gasping heavily, he spotted a hole set high above the clunky metal door that Bellamy’d used against him. It was too far off the ground to reach… Least if you were a man.

    He gave the group of slithering creatures a grim look, then took off towards the door again, grasping his talisman with his mind. There was a flash of fiery, twisted pain, and then he was charging along on four large paws, his furry ears twitching at the scrape of scales against rock and dirt. They weren’t far behind him. He hoped like hell his plan was gonna work.

    Philip braked sharply before he could smash into the door and leave a tiger shaped dent in the metal, crouching down on his hind legs, drawing all his strength into ‘em. He sprang up as nimbly as a housecat on to someone’s lap, easily reaching the hole in the wall.

    The Tigernor found himself in a narrow tunnel, silvery light gleaming at the other end. He began to crawl, every side of his body scraped at by the rough walls. Now that he’d ensured his own survival, he fixated on mauling sonny boy to death, froth building up in the corners of his jaws.

    No, no, no.

    He’d change back first, then drag him into the room with the snake things. Maybe slit open his torso, from collarbone to cock, encourage ‘em to lay their eggs in his guts.


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    No time was wasted. The second the door was shut, Bellamy was working on sealing it. He didn't know what was happening on the other side. He fucking hoped Blake was being torn apart in there, but he knew just how slippery a son of a bitch he was, so he couldn't count on anything. Not unless he saw the damn body.

    And hell, if he did die, Bellamy knew he would feel just a touch of bitterness for not having done it himself.

    But he kept going, because now wasn't the time or the place. So he ran like hell toward the light, the light that he fucking hoped was a sign of life and not death. Bursting out into the blinding sun, though, was something he definitely associated with life, or it would have if it hadn't been for the quick scramble to stop, his boots at the very edge of the rocky sloped cliffside. The ground gave beneath him, though, rock chipping from the spot he was standing on and causing his body to suddenly collapse, landing roughly on his side only to keep rolling and rolling, fingers scrambling for anything he could grab onto, but he just kept going and going.

    A flattened surface a decent ways down eventually stopped him, his fingers practically clawing at rock, legs dangling dangerously over the edge before he dragged himself back up to solid ground again, backing himself the hell up and leaning against the wall of stone behind him as he caught his breath. Bellamy was on a decently sized slab of stone now on the mountainside, but as much space as there was to move, he didn't know that there was anywhere to go.

    Either way, he needed a second, chest rising and falling over and over as he tried to get a grip on himself again.



     
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    He dropped down from the hole with a thump, landing gracefully on his four paws. His ears twitched at the dry, rasping sound of hisses and scales seeping out from somewhere above him. Could they have slithered up the wall, followed him through the tunnel?

    Damn.

    He tore off down the rugged passageway, pursuing that silvery glint of light. Bellamy must’ve gone this way. There were no other paths. He’d catch up to him, incapacitate him, then drag him back to those snake things. Hell. If Bellamy'd been able to survive the blood loss and shock, he would’ve cut off his arms and legs, turned him into one of ‘em.

    The Tigernor slowed down into a cautious stalk as he neared bright, dazzling sunlight, coming up to a cliff side that dropped away steeply. Where the hell was Bellamy? He couldn’t’ve bypassed this part of the trail. Had he fallen? Fallen to his death?

    Part of the cliff side was rough and broken as though it’d recently been disturbed by somethin’. He crept over to the edge carefully, seein’ more disturbed stone and dirt. Bellamy. He was below, trapped on a large piece of rock. Philip had him now.

    As sure-footed as a mountain goat, he started to prowl down to him, claws and paw pads digging into the sloping land, his weight keeping him anchored against the intermittent blasts of wind. He made it look easy, like he was climbing down a ladder after a little DIY project, the muscles rippling in his shoulders and rump. No way would he have tried this so casually in human form.

    He reached a flat ledge a few inches above sonny boy, grasping the talisman with his mind. There was the sickening sound of cracking bones and popping joints, a sharp prickling sensation across his skin, a twisting and tightening and burning pain, and then he was leaning against a wall of rock, legs stuck out in front of him, hands in his lap.

    “You gonna jump to your death?” the Governor asked him, his voice a little pinched and breathless from the hasty transformation. He seemed to throb in every damn part of his body ‘cos of being beat on by Bellamy and the Servants, his ribs especially raw and tender from the blow the snake woman had dealt him with her whiplike tail.

    Was it the wind making that dry hissing sound?


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    For a moment, he didn't realize that he wasn't alone anymore. To think the cat could've jumped him and that would've been it, there wouldn't have been anything he could do about it. Even alone, Bellamy was questioning his options, trying to work out just how far he could get before he slipped and fell to his death. Or maybe he wouldn't. He had some hell of a determination inside of him. He'd come too far just to die. And maybe, just maybe, Bellamy had finally reached a point in his life where he felt like if he died today, he didn't deserve it. Maybe.

    The sickening crack of bones drew his attention and Bellamy whirled around, stepping back once and then twice before coming to a halt, knowing how valuable the space between his heels and the drop behind him was. So there he stood, witnessing the last of Philip Blake's transformation, a sneer on Bellamy's face as he refused to take his eyes off of him.

    "Not without you," he ground out. "Do nine lives come with that little party trick of yours, or are you just really fucking lucky?" How many times, he wondered, had this man been hunted down for his sick actions? How many people in Pandora wanted blood for blood? Bellamy wanted blood for blood.

    God, he sounded like a grounder now.



     
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    He mustered up a grim smile at Bellamy’s question, but didn’t dignify it with a reply. Maybe he was on to somethin’... The times Philip had been on the edge of death. If this was Georgia, he would’ve been a biter or long dead by now, but they had magic in Pandora. He could survive anythin’ as long as he had the right people at hand.

    “I’m gonna make sure you die slow… Without end…” the Governor said calmly, lacking emotion as though announcing that he was gonna wax the car or mow the yard.

    He rose to his feet, a little stiff from his wounds, looking to jump down next to sonny boy. Before he could join him, a dry hissing rose up from behind his back… Above his head… He snapped around to see one of the snake creatures flyin’ at him, its broad, pugnacious face that of a black man, its long, forked tongue as dark and shiny as oil.

    Philip let out a grunt, both startled and angry, catching the snake man by the neck, its needle fangs dribbling drops of drool, or venom. Twisting and turning his body, he flung it like a scaly, oversized length of rope at Bellamy, its tail whipping around wildly.


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