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[Cluckcluck1215]

"So it really all was a grandiose facade?" Bleddyn barked something that was half a bitter laugh, half an admiring whistle. "I'd guess that Mrs. Lastless and the two biggest cowards of the bunch are holing out somewhere by now. Don't think we have to worry about River and Misty." Oh, heck yeah, Mrs. Hero's not in earshot; I'm gonna undermine her with incorrect addressing all I freaking want.

Wolfram wince, her whistle like barking laugh piercing his ears."Lets get out of here...quickly...I swear I'm going to black out any second."He gritted his teeth as he spoke, forcefully shoving himself up the rest of the stairs.

 

[RiverStorm]

"It would have been so friging funny if you just punched him senseless."Wolfram mumbled senselessly."I probably would have died of laughter."He muttered, half leaning on Lachlan, half leaning on the wall.

"Honestly, me too." Lachlan said, though his voice was more stoic than his friends, highly worried over Wolfram's current condition.

"And I probably would've died for real," Bleddyn supplied matter-of-factly as she climbed the first stair for the second time. "Think the others are gonna make it out here sometime or should I go corral them?"

"I think I saw Emily, Sherri, Indigo, and Toby get out. Mrs. Hero and Mom are with Delilah back there, fighting. There's Zion over in that corner over there... They should be fine."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"Honestly, me too." Lachlan said, though his voice was more stoic than his friends, highly worried over Wolfram's current condition.

"I think I saw Emily, Sherri, Indigo, and Toby get out. Mrs. Hero and Mom are with Delilah back there, fighting. There's Zion over in that corner over there... They should be fine."

Wolfram despritly held onto his last bit of consciousness, gripping on to Lachlan like his life depended on it. He let out a agonizing groan of pain, halting in his tracks for a heartbeat.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram wince, her whistle like barking laugh piercing his ears."Let's get out of here...quickly...I swear I'm going to black out any second."He gritted his teeth as he spoke, forcefully shoving himself up the rest of the stairs.

"Honestly, me too." Lachlan said, though his voice was more stoic than his friends, highly worried over Wolfram's current condition.

"I think I saw Emily, Sherri, Indigo, and Toby get out. Mrs. Hero and Mom are with Delilah back there, fighting. There's Zion over in that corner over there... They should be fine."

"...coming...hold on...." Fritz thundered up the stairs behind the two bigger boys and paused to plaster a bleeding hand to the wall. He waited a long moment before continuing upward, letting his ragged breath calm.
There was so much he needed to forget, but right now, he just wanted to make it out of here alive.
He subconsciously ran a hand across his forehead to wipe it clean of perspiration, residue from the energy expended to keep himself relatively unscathed. He was only mildly surprised to find his palm to come away slick with scarlet.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"...coming...hold on...." Fritz thundered up the stairs behind the two bigger boys and paused to plaster a bleeding hand to the wall. He waited a long moment before continuing upward, letting his ragged breath calm.
There was so much he needed to forget, but right now, he just wanted to make it out of here alive.
He subconsciously ran a hand across his forehead to wipe it clean of perspiration, residue from the energy expended to keep himself relatively unscathed. He was only mildly surprised to find his palm to come away slick with scarlet.

Wolfram didn't seem aware of the newcomer. He was relying fully on the wall and Lachlan to keep himself standing. He thought he was going to drop right there from the excruciating pain. He let out a agonizing groan of pain, hardly able to keep his last bit of consciousness. He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. Darkness clouded them for what seemed like forever, before he made out the shape of Bleddyn, Lachlan and some other dude. He glanced at Bleddyn."Wish me luck."He mumbled. His face lengthened into a muzzle, ears sprouting from his head within seconds he had shifted into his second skin, lying unmoving on the floor behind Lachlan, and at Bleddyn's feet, the only way to tell if the cat was alive was by the faint rise and fall of his flank.

 

[RiverStorm]

Wolfram despritly held onto his last bit of consciousness, gripping on to Lachlan like his life depended on it. He let out a agonizing groan of pain, halting in his tracks for a heartbeat.

"...coming...hold on...." Fritz thundered up the stairs behind the two bigger boys and paused to plaster a bleeding hand to the wall. He waited a long moment before continuing upward, letting his ragged breath calm.
There was so much he needed to forget, but right now, he just wanted to make it out of here alive.
He subconsciously ran a hand across his forehead to wipe it clean of perspiration, residue from the energy expended to keep himself relatively unscathed. He was only mildly surprised to find his palm to come away slick with scarlet.

Wolfram didn't seem aware of the newcomer. He was relying fully on the wall and Lachlan to keep himself standing. He thought he was going to drop right there from the excruciating pain. He let out a agonizing groan of pain, hardly able to keep his last bit of consciousness. He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. Darkness clouded them for what seemed like forever, before he made out the shape of Bleddyn, Lachlan and some other dude. He glanced at Bleddyn."Wish me luck."He mumbled. His face lengthened into a muzzle, ears sprouting from his head within seconds he had shifted into his second skin, lying unmoving on the floor behind Lachlan, and at Bleddyn's feet, the only way to tell if the cat was alive was by the faint rise and fall of his flank.

Lachlan turned to Fritz. "Fritz! I didn't know you came here, you oka--" He stopped as he heard Wolfram murmur something. He whirled around, looking down when he didn't see Wolfram standing before him.
He groaned as he saw the bloody black cat, swooping down and picking him up, holding him like a baby. "Let's get out of here."

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram didn't seem aware of the newcomer. He was relying fully on the wall and Lachlan to keep himself standing. He thought he was going to drop right there from the excruciating pain. He let out a agonizing groan of pain, hardly able to keep his last bit of consciousness. He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. Darkness clouded them for what seemed like forever, before he made out the shape of Bleddyn, Lachlan and some other dude. He glanced at Bleddyn."Wish me luck."He mumbled. His face lengthened into a muzzle, ears sprouting from his head within seconds he had shifted into his second skin, lying unmoving on the floor behind Lachlan, and at Bleddyn's feet, the only way to tell if the cat was alive was by the faint rise and fall of his flank.

Bleddyn jumped up a stair backward, surprised that Wolfram had ultimately shifted after all. She studied his limp feline form for a long moment, biting her lip as she fought against the concern that tried so hard to worm its way in. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him, you hate him, you hate him, you hate him...
"Honestly, that's slightly worrying," she finally admitted aloud, her careless tone not at all fitting the words.
She stiffened as footsteps announced the presence of another. "Not him," she moaned in loathing under her breath, taking the remaining stairs in unsteady bounds. "Not him." People like Fritz and Sherri were all the same to her- equally despised for their airheaded simplicity.

Lachlan turned to Fritz. "Fritz! I didn't know you came here, you oka--" He stopped as he heard Wolfram murmur something. He whirled around, looking down when he didn't see Wolfram standing before him.
He groaned as he saw the bloody black cat, swooping down and picking him up, holding him like a baby. "Let's get out of here."

Fritz nodded quickly, wincing as another trickle of blood ran into his eye. "I came with Mrs. Loson and the others," he mumbled weakly, looking down at his ruined clothes. Dad's gonna kill me. Dad's gonna kill me. "Although, honestly, I kinda regret it."
Looking at how these three had obviously suffered since their initial capture, he suddenly felt he could've been more tactful with his selfish complaint.
Shameful, he watched silently as the more imposing boy contorted and shrank into a ridiculously meek housecat that seemed more dead than alive. "He gonna be okay?"

 

[RiverStorm]

Bleddyn jumped up a stair backward, surprised that Wolfram had ultimately shifted after all. She studied his limp feline form for a long moment, biting her lip as she fought against the concern that tried so hard to worm its way in. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him, you hate him, you hate him, you hate him...
"Honestly, that's slightly worrying," she finally admitted aloud, her careless tone not at all fitting the words.
She stiffened as footsteps announced the presence of another. "Not him," she moaned in loathing under her breath, taking the remaining stairs in unsteady bounds. "Not him." People like Fritz and Sherri were all the same to her- equally despised for their airheaded simplicity.


Fritz nodded quickly, wincing as another trickle of blood ran into his eye. "I came with Mrs. Loson and the others," he mumbled weakly, looking down at his ruined clothes. Dad's gonna kill me. Dad's gonna kill me. "Although, honestly, I kinda regret it."
Looking at how these three had obviously suffered since their initial capture, he suddenly felt he could've been more tactful with his selfish complaint.
Shameful, he watched silently as the more imposing boy contorted and shrank into a ridiculously meek housecat that seemed more dead than alive. "He gonna be okay?"

Lachlan sidestepped closer to Bleddyn to mutter quietly to her without Fritz hearing her. "Let's hate on him later, he did risk his tail to come here to save us." He murmured silently. Honestly, he didn't exactly like Fritz and Sherri either, especially Sherri. Fritz had an innocent annoyance to him, Sherri was plain annoying, and whiny.
He turned to Fritz. "He'll be fine, once we get him patched up. By the way, thanks for coming here. We'll... Remember it."

 

[HeavensHens88]

Lachlan sidestepped closer to Bleddyn to mutter quietly to her without Fritz hearing her. "Let's hate on him later, he did risk his tail to come here to save us." He murmured silently. Honestly, he didn't exactly like Fritz and Sherri either, especially Sherri. Fritz had an innocent annoyance to him, Sherri was plain annoying, and whiny.
He turned to Fritz. "He'll be fine, once we get him patched up. By the way, thanks for coming here. We'll... Remember it."

Bleddyn sighed from the top of the stairs, pacing with impatience to just be out of there already. Oh how I hate pathetic cowards like Fritz who tag along for the thrill but start blubbering the moment they get their hands dirty. "Yeah, sure, but it's not like coming to play hero wasn't free choice," she mumbled testily. "Doesn't mean I have to like him."

Fritz nodded again, now trembling from a combination of residual fear and actual chill. This hallway was awfully gloomy; his hair stood on end as he mentally explored the possibility of something insidious hiding in any given shadow. "I don't think any of us wanted to just sit by and do nothing," he supplied lamely, feeling more unhelpful with everything he said. So be quiet. The scornful glares that the girl- Bleddyn, right- was shooting at him weren't helping.

 

[Amer]

Toby stared at the door, then at Indigo. He tried to open the door, but failed. "Please let me out. I want to go home. Please let me go home." He pleaded.

Indigo pouted her full lips and made her big purple eyes go big. "No. You're going to faint or die. You are pale as that cat-boy. I'm forcing you to come. I hate to do this, but you're getting sleepy," her purple eyes swirled and she hesitated more making this enchantment than before.
She watched as he tried to stay awake, but his eyes betrayed him and started to droop. He would fall into a brief enchanted sleep. It helped keep his body from getting worse from the wound.
Yes, she thought. "You did a brave thing out there. I'm just a coward. Let's see if I can find more who need my help."
She walked down back into the subway tunnel, finding the teens carrying Wolfram. "I can help him. He will be healed," she reassured the scared looking children carrying him.