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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 22, 2016 22:22:02 GMT -5
Finch threw himself into the bushes, giving a quiet shout as the gunfire rang out, again and again. He lifted his head slowly, his wide eyes growing wider as he saw Root and Grace. He wanted to help them, but he knew that would do more harm than good.
Both Reade and Jane were forced to hide as well, since they were no longer armed.
James ran out into the gunfire, putting an arm out and lifting Grace easily. He stooped slightly, protecting her as she slid in and out of consciousness, and ran for cover.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 22, 2016 22:26:18 GMT -5
Cas also threw himself to the side, wishing he had learned how to properly use a gun. Dean had tried to teach him, but it hadn't gone over well.
Eventually the gunfire stopped. Root ran forward. "Harold, John." She smiled. "Really happy to see both of you..." She trailed off. "Where's Sameen?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 6:43:53 GMT -5
Finch stood up slowly, looking at her with concern. "She wasn't captured." He explained, then hesitated, but decided to go on. "No one saw her, after..."
"Anyone mind telling me what just happened?" Reade asked helplessly.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2016 7:57:14 GMT -5
"Another time." said Reese seriously. "We're not out of danger yet. We need to keep moving."
Root turned her head. "Let's go. This way." she said, leading everyone down the path, just out of sight of the main road. They passed a small shed, and Reese signaled for them to get down just in case there were people inside.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 8:00:45 GMT -5
Finch ducked down, waiting for Root's signal.
Just then, a sickly, hungry looking blonde teenager appeared at the doorway, leaning on the frame as if unable to support herself. She stared outside, mouth slightly open, looking dazed.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2016 8:04:48 GMT -5
Cas's eyes widened and he stumbled back a step. "No..." Suddenly he lurched himself forward before anyone could stop him, drawing a knife, eyes simply murderous. "Hey!"
"Woah!" called Kurt, making a grab for Cas. It wasn't hard to guess...he knew that girl.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 8:08:08 GMT -5
"Look out." Finch shouted, as several Others ran towards them, guns raised.
Claire's eyes widened and her face paled. She stumbled back a step, raising a hand and pressing it to her forehead, screwing her eyes tight shut, and muttering something under her breath.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2016 8:12:23 GMT -5
Cas ripped the guns out of the two Others' hands and tossed them across the clearing with almost inhuman strength, and continued towards Claire. But just then, Kurt grabbed him from behind. "There's too many!" he said, dragging him back. Cas stared at Claire, eyes wide, then turned and went with Kurt. More Others were starting to show, and Charlie closed her eyes and began firing again, this time alongside Root. They all started to run for the boat.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 8:14:40 GMT -5
Claire was soon out of sight, far behind them. James was still carrying Grace, not seeming to tire as he ran after them.
Finch stumbled suddenly, catching himself but falling significantly behind the others.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2016 8:16:44 GMT -5
Tom turned around and pulled him up. "You alright?" he asked quickly. Then, seeing the Others raising their guns at the stragglers, he shoved Finch ahead just as he caught a bullet in the knee. With a cry of pain he stumbled to the ground and seemingly in the blink of an eye was surrounded.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 8:53:01 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm-" The words were cut off in a startled cry as he was shoved out of the way. He looked back, but rescuing Tom had instantly become impossible. He took a step backwards, slowly at first, than had to keep running.
"James didn't notice his brother's fall at first. When he did glance back, his blue eyes became shocked, then angry. "Tom!" He cried, forgetting everything for a moment and turning to charge back.
"No." Reade grabbed his arm, restraining him. "You can't help him."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2016 9:11:34 GMT -5
"He's right." said Reese, helping pull him along. "Look - I'm sorry, but we have to go."
Tom stared at his brother and gave a little nod, trying his best to keep a straight face despite the fact he was almost certainly about to be shot to death.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 9:13:36 GMT -5
"I'm not just leaving him." James roared, struggling to run back anyway.
"If you get caught, they'll use you against him." Finch tried to reason with the irate brother.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2016 9:15:45 GMT -5
Soon enough, they struggled their way to the boat and launched off, and soon they were out of range - out of danger. Cas was staring back towards the island, thinking of Claire and wondering how she possibly could've ended up here. Root was staring out an the water with a faraway look in her eye - apparently catching up with the Machine.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 9:19:31 GMT -5
Finch was watching Root, a happy expression in his blue eyes as he watched the finally peaceful look in hers.
"Who was that girl?" Jane sat down by Cas, looking sympathetically at him.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2016 9:25:46 GMT -5
Cas hesitated, wondering how to explain the situation. "She's my foster daughter." he said at last, deciding that was the term he knew of that was closest. "I didn't know she was here."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 9:30:17 GMT -5
"Oh." Jane pursed her lips in empathetic sorrow. "I'm sorry." She couldn't offer much comfort, since the blonde girl definitely wasn't okay, but she doubted they'd be able to go back soon.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2016 21:33:58 GMT -5
(A bit later)
The trek through the thick jungle was wearing on everyone. Even Cas was starting to stumble a little, and everyone had a million tiny cuts from the sharp foliage. They had never tried to hike through this part of the jungle before.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 21:41:01 GMT -5
Finch was having an especially hard time. He didn't complain, but his labored breathing and sweaty head and hands spoke for him. Plus his bad back was acting up again, in protest of the sudden extreme work demanded of it lately.
Reade realised they would probably need to stop soon. After a minute of consideration x he decided to bring it up if no one else did soon.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2016 21:43:38 GMT -5
Reese was walking near Finch, having no trouble with the terrain himself but concerned for his friend. Seeing no other option Finch would like, he 'stumbled' a little. "Agh...sorry...bad ankle." he said. "Let's just stop for a minute."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 21:46:57 GMT -5
Finch glanced at him, blue eyes instantly suspicious, but also grateful. When Reade obediently stopped a little too quickly, he also had the feeling of a child who's parents didn't want to tell him he couldn't do something. The pain and stiffness in his back,however, overrode all guilt and embarrassment for the moment and he sat down.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2016 21:56:49 GMT -5
"Hands up." came a voice from nearby. A man appeared from behind a thick clump of trees, holding a large automatic rifle. "All of you, right now. Drop your weapons." He spoke loudly, but confidently, as if he'd been in this situation a million times before. But he still wasn't taking any chances. He fired the gun into the air. "Now!"
- - - Flashback
The ferry made contact with the reef just as the boiler room exploded, causing a massive lurch that threw more than one unfortunate passenger cleanly overboard. In the chaos that followed, people scrambled for the shore.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2016 22:03:26 GMT -5
Sherlock came to, dizzy but mostly unharmed. He struggled to his feet, not noticing the the small line of blood making its way down his face. He brushed himself off and glanced around. "John?"
Sam was unconscious, a piece of wood had gone all the way through him. He was bleeding and it didn't look good.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 6:41:26 GMT -5
John was nowhere to be seen for the moment, though the wreckage from the giant ferry made it hard to look. Parts of it were already starting to sink.
Dean stood up slowly, staring around at the wreck and squinting against the bright light that reflected off the sand. "Sam!" he called, staring around at every person he could see. "Cas?"
Rick was clawing his way out of the rapidly sinking ferry, arm securely around Judith.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 7:35:58 GMT -5
Sherlock began to search, tearing through the wreckage with more energy than seemed possible for a man who had just crashed and gone unconscious.
Carl woke up, blinking as he tried to figure out where he was. His scrawny body was trapped under a large piece of wood, but he didn't think he was hurt.
Sam, being unconscious, didn't answer.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 7:41:08 GMT -5
Dean ran all over, desperately searching for his friends. Then he spotted Sam and rushed towards him, gripping his shoulders to cushion his head. "Sam? Sam! Wake up!" he called, frantically trying to wake him.
"Carl!" called Rick, finally emerging from the wreckage just as the deck he was on sank underwater. He threw himself onto the sand, cushioning Judith by landing on his back.
Cas woke up, lying flat on his back, inside the ferry, in 2 inches of water. Slowly getting up off the floor, he looked around for an escape route, and/or someone to rescue.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 7:47:26 GMT -5
Tara was tugging fiercely on a piece of wood. "Hey, you're alive." She said when she saw Cas standing up. "Great, I wasn't sure."
"I'm here." Carl called, pushing the wood but with no success. It was too heavy.
Sam's eyes opened slowly, and he groaned, blinking to try to wake up. "Dean.....what happened....?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 7:58:32 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm alive." said Cas, pulling his trench coat slightly more over his chest to hide the deadly wound that would be gone in about 5 minutes. He tilted his head, listening. "This ship is sinking." he remarked, walking over her and ripping the piece of wood off like a toothpick. "Can you fit through there?"
Rick ran over to him, pulling at the wood. It was very heavy, a two person job. "Are you okay?" he asked his son.
"Uh...The boat crashed." said Dean, having trouble focusing on anything but the stake through his brother's stomach. "Just stay still, okay? You got beat up a little."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2016 8:05:47 GMT -5
"Ugh...." Sam groaned again, his eyes going unfocused for a minute. "Dean....am I bleeding?"
"Yeah, I should." Tara glanced up at him, raising her eyebrows. "I don't know about you though.
"I think so." Carl answered, panting as the wood moved only slightly. "What about Judith?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 24, 2016 8:13:51 GMT -5
"I'll f - " said Cas, before catching himself and realizing 'I'll fly out' would come off as odd to a normal human. "I'll find a way out. Go ahead."
"She's fine." said Rick. "I got her out, she's with me." He turned and spotted Sherlock. "Hey - help me out!" he called, waving at him.
"Only a little bit - it's not even that bad." said Dean quickly, putting on a convincing fake smile and shaking his head. "I'll go find some supplies...just stay still for me, okay?"
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