The Breaking Point [OPEN Bendytimed to shortly after the Meat n Greet, and the announcement therein]

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Characters: Samuel Henderson, OPEN
Location: Corridor outside the Obs Deck, a bit out of the way
Time: Immediately following the explanation of the current state of affairs re: the Ohm, worlds, and whatnot.
Summary: Sam loses it. And nearly himself in the process.
Warnings: Definite blood warning, and anyone that tags may be attacked. Poke me on AIM (girlnamedlance) or via OOC comment if you want to work out something specific. Generally, I'm open to anything, I just don't want any kind of long lasting damage. And I'd like a little chaos to ensue before Spike, Leon, or anyone subdues him. And if he ends up in the brig awhile, I totally understand. Lastly, multiple threads are a-okay. 8D


It would be easier to let go. Give up. Let the beast that slept inside him take hold and exact its revenge for the deaths of his friends and family. But no. It wasn't these peoples' fault. They were all gone. His brother, Jared. His beloved wife, Angelina. His mentor, Dr. Crawford. Lord Ruthwen himself. That a man that had survived so much could be dead just didn't seem real. That the single oldest corporeal entity on Earth was gone...

He ran from the Observation Deck, and blindly made a few turns until the dull noisome drone of the new arrivals faded to nothing. All of his medicinal poise was gone, in its place, was pain he'd long thought he would never have to feel. He'd foolishly grown complacent. He pressed his back against the wall, but his legs shook. His fingers lengthened, grew more bestial. A ring of blood formed and dripped down his fingers as his expanding flesh struggled to overcome the constricting wedding band. His nails became claws, razor sharp and predatory. His eyes were a deep blood red, and the whites bloodshot, giving him a maddened appearance.

How could someone like him be the only one left? How was he supposed to be some kind of chosen when he could fill a page with names of people that would be better suited to this task than himself. It was all a joke. He didn't have the strength to do this, in any sense. That their blood had been spilt for some unknown purpose...

Blood. He could smell it. His own, but even just that was enough. He breathed heavily, his jaw slack, as his fangs grew longer. The drone of voices grew louder in his ear, as his senses elevated. They would have no idea what had hit them before they were dead.

--No! Sam struggled against the bloodlust. Suddenly, he felt as though it had been far too long since he'd last fed. He folded his arms, as though he were physically restraining the reaction inside of him. He clenched his upper arms with his claws, piercing straight through to his skin. The thicker scent of blood in the air only made things worse. He screamed as he fought to regain control. If he hurt anyone he would never forgive himself. If he took anyone's life, he had only his own to offer in reparation.

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[greennotgold]

After he'd finished talking to Winry, Fletcher headed off to do... something. He wasn't sure what, really. So many things had happened and he'd gone through so much since he'd woken up, but this was just weird. He still didn't know how to really react to it.

The Sensoriums would be a nice place to visit, he decided. That was his usual modus operandi when things got too overwhelming; go sit in a nice garden or wander through a forest, and he'd feel better. The problem wouldn't have gone away, but he would feel better equipped to deal with it.

And then, as he walked, Fletcher heard a scream. He stopped, then turned in that direction and started hesitantly toward the voice he'd heard. He kept one hand in his pocket, on his omnicomm, to call for help. Whoever that was hadn't sounded very well at all.

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There was a faint scent getting closer. It smelled like a child. Sweetness he hadn't had before-- he had to hide somewhere. Hide until this passed. But he had to get his legs to work. As he struggled to pull himself off the wall, they crumpled beneath him, dropping him in a pile on the floor.

[greennotgold]

The voice had stopped, but Fletcher had drawn close enough to be able to hear something almost-- collapse. Was there a fight going on? He knew he wouldn't be able to stop anything like that, but he could at least call for help. He pulled out his omnicomm and fumbled with it for a moment. He knew there was a way to make it transcribe what he was saying...

There. Now, if he had to make a post quickly, he'd be ready.

And then he found him. A man he hadn't seen before, on the floor. There was no one else to be seen. "Wh-what happened? Are you okay? I-I'll go get help..."

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"Stay right there!" he said, desperate and rough. "Don't come near me!"

He pulled his arms out from under himself, revealing the claws to the boy. The sleeves of his white lab coat were streaked with blood, and the wounds his claws had made closed up as he pushed himself up onto his hands an knees.

When he finally looked up, his fears were realized. Before him was a child. At least this system that had decided who was saved had done something right. The children were who needed to be saved. Maybe they would recreate a world they were entitled to.

His eyes shifted from their natural pale blue to red, and back again. Sometimes it was only one, then the other caught up. "I don't want to hurt anyone..." he whispered.

[greennotgold]

Fletcher stopped short when the man snapped at him, and hands clenched the omnicomm close to himself as he moved and looked up. This person wasn't human. He couldn't be.

But there was still something wrong with him. That voice was the voice he'd heard screaming, and his sleeves were all bloody. Fletcher stayed right there, not moving any closer, but not backing off. If this man was hurt, he couldn't leave him.

"Wh-what's wrong--?"

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After the quiet talk with Spock, Uhura had done her own wandering back towards the observation deck. It was the scream that had her moving in its direction. If someone needed help, she was going to offer it. It seemed wrong to let someone else handle it when she was, literally, right there.

"Hello?" she called out, moving cautiously.




[[OOC: Am up for anything. :D I don't mind! (Spock may.)]]

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There was someone coming. They must have heard the scream. He turned and moved along the wall, leaving a bloody smear as he went. But he had to stop, and only mostly bit back another scream of pain. He had to get control back. He had no other choice.

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"Who's there?" Uhura peered down the hallway and frowned again, more so as she came to the smear of blood. "Are you hurt?"

She was very certain that if there was someone hurt this soon after a podpop, she could at least help them to medbay at the least. There had to be a place--or she could find McCoy. Either way, helping was what she was going to do. Uhura set off determinedly.

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"No... go..." he said as the woman got closer. "Stay away..." he collapsed onto the floor.

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"You...don't l-- Oh God," Uhura murmured, already moving quickly to kneel down so she could determine exactly how to help. You don't leave a shipmate in a heap on the floor. Uhura wasn't stupid, but she wasn't willing to risk leaving him to go find someone to help.

"I don't think staying away is an option," she said in a quiet voice as she leaned forward to try and figure out what was wrong. If there was bleeding-- "I can help you get to the medical wing of this ship, though."

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Katara had lingered in the Obs deck for a little while, not quite sure what she was doing here but sort of walking by herself. She hadn't seen Sokka for a little while, and that had made her a little sad. Now she was looking for anyone from her world, or at least some company for the time being.

What she wasn't expecting was the sort of person she came across now, who looked as of he were struggling with himself. Her Bene Gesserit senses didn't let her down: she could see that this person, whoever he was, posed a danger to himself and others, but she didn't like to see anyone suffer as he was now. He looked as if would go crazy.

"Hey," she said, her legs ready to backpedal away should that be the case, "are you all right? Is there anything I can do for you?"

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"Stay away," he replied. "For your own sake, go away!" he urged her. He looked over at her, his eyes shifting rapidly from red to blue. There was something about her scent that was different, much more enticing. He lowered one arm and gripped the wall with a claw, cutting into the fleshy surface. It was as though he were actually holding himself back.

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Katara backed off a little, but she could also see that that he was still struggling with something, and she wouldn't have felt right to just leave him to suffer like this. She walked toward him cautiously, offering hr hand.

"I can defend myself," she said. "What's wrong? I can try to help you!"

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"You don't understand. I just need time... alone." He stared at her hand, looking as afraid of her approach as he would if she were the predator.

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Katara hung back a moment. What was the right thing to do in this situation? She definitely wanted to help him, but he was telling her not to, and she could see that this transformation was hurting him, or at least doing something to him against his will. She didn't like to think about that: it reminded her too much of blood bending and how it forced her to make people do that.

"Please," she said softly, "I can help." She walked one step toward him. What could she do? She didn't want him to suffer alone.

OOC

[starlightace]

So I know you're using Yuuno as a PB - do you mind if Nanoha mistook him for Yuuno initially? Not sure how far you want to take the "this is what he looks like" as far as IC goes, and I wanted to make sure before I tagged with her XD

Re: OOC

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Initially works. I wouldn't say they're identical, but there's a likeness, certainly. And in more than just the hair.

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

Tycho heard the scream and instantly started to jog towards the sound, blaster drawn. He had no idea what he was heading into, but he was going to help.

"Hello?" he called as he neared what he thought was the source of the scream. "Are you okay?"



[here is someone Sam can nom on! :D]

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And now, he could no longer contain himself. All of these people coming and going had only made things worse. Any semblence of control he had was gone. But outwardly, he radiated an eerie calm.

"I'm fine." His fingers twitched. He took a few steps closer to Tycho.

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The man did not look right, but Tycho didn't necessarily notice anything threatening about him. "Then what-" he started as he put the blaster away. Then he noticed the blood dripping down from Sam's hand.

"But you're hurt!" he contradicted. "We have to get you to the medbay." Tycho moved forward, hurrying to the other man's side. Any signs of claws or anything, he didn't pay any attention to. He would only think the man was some kind of near-human alien. Vampires were not something that was a part of Tycho's experience.

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He lifted up his hand, and looked at the wound. "It's nothing."

"You're not afraid." It was an observation, but a bit of a question on the end of it.

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There appeared to be a lot of blood, and Tycho couldn't see the source from this distance. "It doesn't look like nothing," he contradicted. "You should get it checked out, just to make sure.


At Sam's next comment, Tycho looked around, eyes narrowing in confusion and alertness, as his hand went back to the butt of his blaster. "No, should I be?" he questioned. His eyes snapped back to Sam. "What did this to you? Is it still out there?"

[starlightace]

Nanoha had been near the Obs deck when - in passing - she'd caught a glimpse of long yellow hair in a ponytail, and stopped in her tracks. The mage spun around, looking for the familiar figure, but he was gone.

Could it be? Could she really not have noticed if he was on board? How could they have missed each other?!

In a blink, she'd taken off, running down the hallway to where the figure had vanished around a corner; she had to know. She had to. "Yunno!" She called out, hoping that he'd hear her and wait.

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Someone calling out to him did make him look back. When he didn't recognize the face, he pushed on. He couldn't be near anyone. It was for their own sake.

[starlightace]

No, it... it wasn't Yuuno after all - the face was different - and Nanoha felt her heart sink into her stomach. She'd been mistaken; was she just hoping against hope?

Still, she continued to follow the figure. "Wait!" He might not have been Yuuno, but they looked similar - maybe, hope against hope, was there some sort of connection between the two?