trans_9 | The Breaking Point [OPEN Bendytimed to shortly after the Meat n Greet, and the announcement therein]

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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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?"

"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.

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!"

"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.

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.

"All I'll do is hurt you. I've already hurt other people..." He swallowed hard. If this woman did want to help, he supposed there was something she could do. "Is there anything you can do to keep me from hurting anyone else? If it's by force, you'll need to do a lot more than your average human and I can't promise I won't fight back.

Katara was always one to dare, and this time was no exception. She hated the idea of hurting this person, but he was already in so much pain, she didn't want him to suffer anymore. If he wanted her to do something with force...

"Yes," she said and took a deep breath. This was one of those times she was glad for the moisture in the air, and how good she'd gotten at manipulating it. When she exhaled, she froze the boy in place completely, making him completely incapable of moving aside from his head.

She glanced at the omincom, pleased to see that there was already help being called for him. She rested a hand on his head, then let go. "People are coming," she said. "While we're here...what's your name?"

Being restrained like this calmed him quickly. The chill on his skin was soothing, and a look of near-serenity crossed his face. "...Thank you..." knowing he couldn't move relieved his mind.

It only took a few moments for his hands to begin to return to normal. He was still painfully hungry, but now he felt he was gaining his restraint back.

She saw that the man was starting to regain control of his senses. She hated having to do that to him, but if it helped to get him back to a better state, at least it helped. She usually only saved such an action for people that were her enemy.

"I hated doing that, but its what I can do," Katara said. "It might be a few minutes before someone gets here though. Do you think you can control yourself until that happens? You seem okay now."

"Yeah... I'll be fine." He nodded, and smiled a bit. "And it's Sam, by the way. I promise I'm not usually like this." This was probably the worst first impression he could have possibly made.

"I figured, honestly," Katara said, "If I thought you were a threat, I would have been able to restrain you, you know. But I really didn't want to hurt you and...I felt like you were trying to fight whatever was happening to you. I have that sense about people."

Here, she gave him a polite bow. "Katara, of the Southern Water Tribe. Sorry you had to find that out this way."

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

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