trans_9 | From Dusk Till Dawn...

Luis was busily at work sorting through the medical supplies and keeping track of how they were doing, though the old woman's muttering made him glance at her over his shoulder.

Was he above tranquilizing the old bat just to shut her up?

He considered it carefully.

No, turns out, he actually wasn't. "Keep it down over there, abuela," he said sharply.

"But they're going to die," she says, very calmly. "I know this for a fact."

If Scarlet knew at that exact moment that she and Luis were having almost the same thought, she'd probably be mildly horrified. As it was she was acting pointedly oblivious, trying to focus on the patient she was helping, but as she finished she turned, giving the woman an even look.

"Ma'am, nothing is going to get into this room. I understand what you saw out there must have been terrifying, but maybe it'd be best if you just lay down for a while." And shut that crazy old trap of yours.

"But they're going to die, dearie." Her voice is still calm, and almost sweet. "Horribly. The little %*$&ers are going to have their souls ripped out."

And that's when an eldritch wind blows from nowhere and her face changes. She was one of the original ones released, one of the special ones.

"I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOULS! I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOULS!"

No. No no no no no.

Sherry's brain went white, and the little girl didn't even think to grab Eve's hand as she bolted past the adults, squeezed herself through a hole in Borg's barrier and out of the chapel. Running hurt, of course, but the pain didn't seem to reach Sherry's panicked brain.

Running first, ow-ing later, right? She could do that. She could. And she'd have to remember to apologize to all of her friends if they survived. But right now, she was running.

Jamie had been trying not to let himself be distracted by the old woman's babbling, but when it didn't stop, he found himself rather rapidly losing his patience. Turning away from the door, he opens his mouth to say something in hopes of shutting her up...and then she /changes/ and his eyes go wide.

There's a second when he thinks that Sherry has the right idea. But instead of trying to run, he places himself between the old woman and the remaining kids in the room. Even as he does so, he's mentally calculating the distance in the room - and coming to the conclusion that the rifle is not going to work.

"Ye'll not be taking any of their souls today, ye auld hag." There's a gleam of metal as he draws his claymore from it's sheath.

Lois' head turns as Sherry bolts; it's either in here with one old woman strapped down to a table, or out there with the countless hordes. It's easy to decide which is better.

"Sherry!" Lois calls after her, making chase. However, that hole Sherry squeezed through isn't going to fit an adult woman, and she doesn't get far before she has to stop dead in her tracks.

"Sherry, come back––someone get her!"

With a whirring and a metallic sound, a mass of drilltacles swung over at the old woman and a humming, raspy alien hat spoke up, protective of its host.

"You'll be going home with an empty stomach, you crusty old bitch!"

Yuri didn't even hear Lois's call over the sound of her own screaming (almost comical how differently she and Borg reacted) but she could guess what had happened. She wanted to go find her herself but she needed to stay here to keep the...well, whatever the old lady was...pinned here.

"Vega-kun!"

At the sudden outburst of crazy old demon lady, there came the sound of a startled scream as Luis jumped three feet in the air, clattering medical supplies all over. A torrent of extremely filthy Spanish swear words burst out from his throat and he whipped his Red9 out and pointed it shakily at her.

"Jesus Christ, kill it!"

Duncan had healed enough to wake up after they got him down to the bay. He had a feeling they were already wondering anywhere where all of his injuries had gone. He braced for the explanations he knew he'd have to give.

Of course, Granny had to be evil. And Dr. Shouty - sorry Luis, but that name's probably going to stick - was at it again. Terry wanted to tell himself this day could not get any worse, but he was pretty sure he would just jinx it if he did.

While everyone else was focusing on the old woman, Terry noticed the little girl - did Lois just call her Sherry? - run past. "Ah, slag it," he cursed, making an attempt to grab her.

He almost had her, and she felt someone touch her but Sherry yanked herself through the fence and was long gone.

She's strong. She's strong, and doesn't seem to mind being pinned or impaled.

Nails that are far too sharp to be human slice at the drilltacles and she's freed, flying around the room again.

"I SMELL A FRESH SOUL!" She makes a dive for Vega.

Vega has a weapon. Vega is armed.

Something is hurtling at him. Fast. A threat to him and everybody else. An enemy.

Not just an enemy. An opponent.

And he has a gun.

Things seem to move slowly for him as adrenaline hits his system. He raises the gun, remembers without thinking what he was taught, sights it like he's been doing it his whole life, and fires.

And, at the same time, Roxie grabs the spider-thing from under the bed she's stashed it, twists, and hurls it like a shotput at the face of the demon... thing.

It's already scrabbling and spitting by the time it's in the air, and the fraction of a moment of travel is enough for it to full congeal into a white-shelled crab-spider-thing the size of a cat, full of teeth and claws and legs, and very very upset.

Taking a quick step back, Ellen jerked her sidearm out of its holster and leveling it at the hag, flipped the safety off. What the !@#$ was going on? What was this woman and who had let her in?! These were all questions that ran through her mind. But there would be time for that later ~~hopefully~~, right now, it was time to focus on keeping the kid safe.

Sighting quickly along the gun, she fired.

Well, trying to bodily put himself between her and the kids didn't work. Jamie turns and starts to run towards Vega and the old woman. He's only got a moment after Vega and Ellen fire to make a decision - try and knock Vega out of the way, or attack the old woman herself. The crab-spider-thing Roxie throws is what decides him.

He murmurs a brief prayer, then there is a much louder yell as he flings himself after the old woman, sword flashing through the air.

"CREAG AN TUIRE!"

Red Snout swiveled and leapt, his injured leg buckling slightly as he planted himself between the old woman and the children. No time for words. Just act. He leveled his rifle, not bothering to aim at this range. He fired once, then dropped the weapon, ready to lash out with tooth and claw if she came close enough.

And to add to the pile-on, drilltacles shot forward, attempting to impale the old woman on their whirring tips. Yuri, meanwhile, was too busy dropping to the ground, putting her arms over her head and screaming.

"Slag," Terry hissed as Sherry slipped away from him. He was just considering going after her when all hell broke loose inside the med bay. Decision time - follow the little girl, or try to stop the old woman from wreaking havoc on everyone inside? He didn't like it, but Terry knew he had a better chance at helping the many over the one.

But rather then jump at the old woman like everyone else seemed happy to do, he practically tackled Vega. The kid was firing a gun at the old woman, which was a good idea, except for the fact that along with trying to protect the kids, everyone else was almost putting themselves into the line of fire. And a gunshot wound wasn't something they needed right now. So Terry leapt at Vega, trying to grab the gun and knock the barrel out of the way before the kid shot off any more friendly fire.

Kirk had sent Loren to look for volunteers to help the rear guard and the medbay was her first stop. She had opened the door to the medbay just as everyone started firing at the hag creature.

"Holy %$#%!"

"$#!%" Scarlet jumped up as everyone moved at once, her initial instincts to shoot the thing that was screaming. She was, however, able to pick up on all the action around her, so instead she took up a defensive stance to protect the person she had been cleaning up, her gun out and trained on the devil-woman.

When Loren came in through the door, she spared the woman a glance, gesturing with one hand back the way she'd come.

"A little girl just ran out of here, blond hair, named Sherry. Go find her! We've got this." She could prioritize, even in a crisis. The kids were priority one, here. And while none of the others had been able to get out, initially, she could see the doors had been cleared up now.

Every shot knocks her back, damages her, but she just gets back up again.

Jamie hacks off an arm and then it starts crawling around the room, "jumping" from one surface to another.

"I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!"

"MADRE DE CHRISTO, SON OF A-"

Luis whips his Red9 out from his belt and joins in with the shooting, trying to keep the old bitch pinned down or at least to where she can't swallow any souls all that easily.

At the back of his mind, he hears Leon's voice and sees his fist ready to knock his teeth out for letting Sherry get away, but the sad fact was, the little girl was priority #2 at the moment.

"Grab that arm and... kill it, or something!"

"Arm! Got it," Lois repeats, pulling out her gun and aiming. She's not a perfect shot, by any means, but she knows how to handle a weapon and aim.

After the arm she goes. Bang, bang.

Edited 2009-11-04 05:01 (UTC)

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