(OOC - Earlier...)
He had never stopped taking the eternity, despite everyone thinking he had; everyone being somewhat subjective. Carol, Nova, Simon and his clan - they just assumed he took it the two times voluntarily, the first time by force (and not so voluntarily). Nope, he's done it more times than he can count and had no plans on stopping.
The danger he put himself in just to get the precious drug was nothing compared to what he was doing to his body. He also has never stopped taking the medication Nova created to counteract the side effects: Starburst. The funny thing was...it wasn't even that hard to get.
Duibne Industries dealt with life expanding, scientific, and health discoveries. They also dealt with the extremely illegal - Eternity production being one of the many felonies it committed on a daily basis. DI was also controlled by Tacharan, so when Simon laid down the law and made Kyle Evans an untouchable resource, valuable to the clan community, DI did not question the reporter coming in weekly for samples of Eternity. They just assumed; which of course makes an ass out of you and an addict out of Kyle.
'Simon says' went a long way, Kyle discovered.
After leaving Nachton hospital in a damn hurry, Kyle made a bee line for his apartment. He had nothing on him but the scrubs he pilfered from the hospital room so he walked the couple miles. Getting to his Eternity stash was the first thing on his mind, other than the conversation he had just had with Carol, or the fact that he had the shit knocked out of him by the recently defiled (by him) female and Acting District Attorney.
The alcohol had been a mild relief for his headaches in the beginning, but when that failed, he upped the frequency of his Eternity hits. He had been taking it just bi-monthly, the drug was that potent, but now he was up to weekly, if not bi-weekly if he could get it. When he took that first dose years ago at the Hillman raid, he knew it would be only a matter of time that it would become yet another addiction that would contribute to his quickly deteriorating moral fiber. The Starburst came in handy, negating the tremors and spasms that the E caused and let him functional normally...normal for him, anyway.
Turning the corner of his street, he picked up his pace as he ran to the entrance of the Meridian owned luxury condo tower he had been living in for the past ten years. The front of the building was reflective glass and he caught a glimpse of himself again as he pushed through the front doors.
He barely caught it, the flash of something behind him; something he knew was there but couldn't see when he turned back. Something akin to fingernails across a chalkboard rippled down his spine. The night air, warm and gentle, blew a bit of his still unkempt, still desperately needing a cut, black hair in front of his eyes. Running a hand threw it; he pushed it back and looked again before walking into the lobby, toward the elevators.
Kyle looked down at his feet as he waited for the elevator to reach the lobby and ring out its cheerful DING! when he again felt the tremor down his spine, pushing him to unconsciously move away from the elevator doors when they opened and toward the stairs.
He was sprinting by the time he reached the steps leading up to the first floor. Something was wrong and it was behind him, in the darkness. How did he know that? Kyle sure as shit had no idea, but it was there.
The Motel (private)
Follows Flip Side
It's a kind of living which recognizes
The death of the odorless man
When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow
It's not Eden but it's no sham
There is no hell
There is no shame
There is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell
And it's lights up, boys
Lights up boys
The Motel - David Bowie
Kyle sat on the edge of his no-tell motel, fanciful fingers, full sized bed and knew immediately he would not be sleeping. It was either the paper thin walls, his robust neighbors, or maybe the machine gun rain clattering against his tin awning, but it was probably the fact that he had never been so scared in his life. How he managed to get to the motel alive would be a story he'd never tell. Well, except this one time.
Kyle Evans
14 years ago
Kyle Evans
14 years ago
Meridian's security was far and beyond what most state-of-the-art buildings currently possessed. It was so advanced that Kyle's tower was built in the 80's with key-less entry and upgraded every five years with current technology. The entry to the ground floor was left unlocked for emergencies, but to enter any of the floors above required either a resident guest card or thumb print scan. It was all very hoity toity to Kyle, but since he had nothing but his fingerprints for identification that evening, he was grateful.
Pushing into the stairwell, Kyle took the steps two at a time, passing the first floor, then the second floor, then much to his surprise, the third floor without breaking a sweat. His apartment floor was near the top, but when the silence of the stairwell slowed him down as he came around to the fourth...no fifth floor doorway, he finally stopped. The tremor up his spine was gone and suddenly his thighs began to burn.
'Shit.'
Kyle grumbled as he reached down to rub his aching thighs when the stairwell door near the bottom slammed shut. The tremor immediately returned and instinctively he bent forward, over the railing to see who had come into the stairwell. Soft foot falls took one step at a time.
'Hello?'
The sound stopped...then suddenly whoever it was began running up the steps beneath him.
Kyle turned and began running up the next flight until he hit the sixth floor door and he ran his thumb over the scanner by the handle. It opened immediately for him just as whomever it was managed to climb the five stories behind him in a flash.
Panic shoved the precognitive tremor out of his spine and he quickly darted into the sixth floor hallway, slipping as he turned the corner to the elevator bay. The hallway T'd off - left for the elevators, right to the end of the long hallway. Running up to the elevators, Kyle pressed the button for both sides - three elevator cars each, then took off down the opposite end, just as the doorway into the stairwell slammed shut again. Kyle full out ran down the long corridor, never once catching a glimpse of who was following him until he took the next corner and stopped. Slamming himself up against the wall, he tried to make sense of what was happening.
'Wait no, no one's following me. Why would anyone be following me?'
His perspiration began to bleed through the cotton material of his scrub top as he gulped air into his frantic lungs. Pushing off the wall, Kyle began to lean around the corner when the tremor in his spine pushed him away, just as a very large, very angry dog rounded the corner. No, that wasn't a dog.
It was a wolf.
Pushing into the stairwell, Kyle took the steps two at a time, passing the first floor, then the second floor, then much to his surprise, the third floor without breaking a sweat. His apartment floor was near the top, but when the silence of the stairwell slowed him down as he came around to the fourth...no fifth floor doorway, he finally stopped. The tremor up his spine was gone and suddenly his thighs began to burn.
'Shit.'
Kyle grumbled as he reached down to rub his aching thighs when the stairwell door near the bottom slammed shut. The tremor immediately returned and instinctively he bent forward, over the railing to see who had come into the stairwell. Soft foot falls took one step at a time.
'Hello?'
The sound stopped...then suddenly whoever it was began running up the steps beneath him.
Kyle turned and began running up the next flight until he hit the sixth floor door and he ran his thumb over the scanner by the handle. It opened immediately for him just as whomever it was managed to climb the five stories behind him in a flash.
Panic shoved the precognitive tremor out of his spine and he quickly darted into the sixth floor hallway, slipping as he turned the corner to the elevator bay. The hallway T'd off - left for the elevators, right to the end of the long hallway. Running up to the elevators, Kyle pressed the button for both sides - three elevator cars each, then took off down the opposite end, just as the doorway into the stairwell slammed shut again. Kyle full out ran down the long corridor, never once catching a glimpse of who was following him until he took the next corner and stopped. Slamming himself up against the wall, he tried to make sense of what was happening.
'Wait no, no one's following me. Why would anyone be following me?'
His perspiration began to bleed through the cotton material of his scrub top as he gulped air into his frantic lungs. Pushing off the wall, Kyle began to lean around the corner when the tremor in his spine pushed him away, just as a very large, very angry dog rounded the corner. No, that wasn't a dog.
It was a wolf.
Kyle Evans
14 years ago
'Shit. Shitshitshitshit...ooof!'
Kyle beat it down the hallway as fast as he could, narrowly missing several midsized planters when he rounded the southwest corner of the sixth floor - at least he thought it was the sixth floor - he was too terrified out of his mind to really stop and be sure.
The massive dog with black points had started off with a low growl that it followed up with its lips pulling back over its ironically very white, very sharp teeth. It looked a thousand feet tall and the most terrifying thing Kyle had ever seen. It was 'wet your pants' freaking scary, but Kyle couldn't even do that. Instead, much to his surprise, he turned on the balls of his feet and took off running in serpentine zig zagging motion that actually helped. The wolf crashed into the planter that Kyle managed to cut around, causing it to literally fly in front of him, forcing him to jump over it, just narrowly missing its snapping jaws. As he pushed forward and turned the corner, he risked a look over his shoulder and almost tripped at what he saw.
He had pulled out ahead of the thing a good thirty feet in seconds.
As he looked back, he caught his fumbling feet, but fell right into an apartment door, breaking it down.
Kyle beat it down the hallway as fast as he could, narrowly missing several midsized planters when he rounded the southwest corner of the sixth floor - at least he thought it was the sixth floor - he was too terrified out of his mind to really stop and be sure.
The massive dog with black points had started off with a low growl that it followed up with its lips pulling back over its ironically very white, very sharp teeth. It looked a thousand feet tall and the most terrifying thing Kyle had ever seen. It was 'wet your pants' freaking scary, but Kyle couldn't even do that. Instead, much to his surprise, he turned on the balls of his feet and took off running in serpentine zig zagging motion that actually helped. The wolf crashed into the planter that Kyle managed to cut around, causing it to literally fly in front of him, forcing him to jump over it, just narrowly missing its snapping jaws. As he pushed forward and turned the corner, he risked a look over his shoulder and almost tripped at what he saw.
He had pulled out ahead of the thing a good thirty feet in seconds.
As he looked back, he caught his fumbling feet, but fell right into an apartment door, breaking it down.
Oringo Ramsey
14 years ago
Ringo ran up the stairs, taking them three at at time. The client said to keep the human in their sights. To keep him close to home. But the human was running, and if he ran, it would not bode well for Ringo and his mates.
Pushing the door open to the sixth floor, he stopped and listened, sniffing the air. He could smell the sweat from the human and hear the gasping of his breath. Moving silently, he ran toward the smell, pushing himself into his wolf form and landing on padded feet as he neared the corner. Taking up his will, he pushed out his vicious visage and rounded the corner, scaring the piss out of the human, but then something curious happened.
Ringo watched the human sprint down the hallway...faster than he should have been able. It left him there, curious and still. He felt the ripple of his anger cross his snout, making him snarl as he kicked off after Kyle Evans, reporter for the Nachton Times.
Evans zig zagged as he ran down the hallway, dodging planters, and inadvertently saving himself from feeling Ringo's steel trap like jaws by leaping over a tree box, forcing Ringo to slam into it, shattering it to pieces with his weight. Ringo lost his footing and slid, giving Evans a bigger lead than he thought would be possible for a human. Again he tore after him, snapping his jaws when Evans fell into doorway, breaking the door down.
The client had said keep Evans in his sights - stay quiet and do not attract attention. Ringo had a bad feeling that his client would not be pleased.
Pushing the door open to the sixth floor, he stopped and listened, sniffing the air. He could smell the sweat from the human and hear the gasping of his breath. Moving silently, he ran toward the smell, pushing himself into his wolf form and landing on padded feet as he neared the corner. Taking up his will, he pushed out his vicious visage and rounded the corner, scaring the piss out of the human, but then something curious happened.
Ringo watched the human sprint down the hallway...faster than he should have been able. It left him there, curious and still. He felt the ripple of his anger cross his snout, making him snarl as he kicked off after Kyle Evans, reporter for the Nachton Times.
Evans zig zagged as he ran down the hallway, dodging planters, and inadvertently saving himself from feeling Ringo's steel trap like jaws by leaping over a tree box, forcing Ringo to slam into it, shattering it to pieces with his weight. Ringo lost his footing and slid, giving Evans a bigger lead than he thought would be possible for a human. Again he tore after him, snapping his jaws when Evans fell into doorway, breaking the door down.
The client had said keep Evans in his sights - stay quiet and do not attract attention. Ringo had a bad feeling that his client would not be pleased.
Kyle Evans
14 years ago
Kyle managed to stay upright, even as he plowed through the door, almost tearing it off its hinges. The apartment was large and vacant with a high polished hardwood floor. He slid across the floor about six feet before finally coming to a stop, and he let out a relived breath as he looked around the room. The entire corner space was a wall to wall glass loft with one confused floor polisher watching from the opposite side of the room.
With a frail hand, Kyle lifted it in a wave when he was pummeled by the large wolf behind him. The wolf, apparently unable to stop, knocked Kyle to his ass as its long claws dug deep into the wood and dragged the both of them to the glass wall. With his forward momentum, Kyle mildly cursed the gods of above and below as the wolf's large body splintered the glass, shattering it, sending both it and Kyle out into the night sky and on a one way trip down six floors.
With a frail hand, Kyle lifted it in a wave when he was pummeled by the large wolf behind him. The wolf, apparently unable to stop, knocked Kyle to his ass as its long claws dug deep into the wood and dragged the both of them to the glass wall. With his forward momentum, Kyle mildly cursed the gods of above and below as the wolf's large body splintered the glass, shattering it, sending both it and Kyle out into the night sky and on a one way trip down six floors.
Oringo Ramsey
14 years ago
Ringo dug his nails into the floor, frantically trying to stop his slide when he and Evans shattered the window, sending shards of glass down to the streets below, as well as themselves. Inertia had a funny way of accompanying the laws of gravity which savagely pulled down on the both of them, sending them tumbling down toward the fourth floor sky bridge. Ringo then saw his life flash in front of his eyes, right up until he hit the ceiling of the sky bridge, cracking but not shattering the glass enclosure. He did, however, watch as Kyle Evans fell just to the side of him, passed the bridge and down to the ground. Scrambling to the edge, he could do nothing but watch as Evans fell to his death.
Kyle Evans
14 years ago
Urinating himself seemed like a good idea, at the time, but even his bladder was screaming its head off as he fell the six floors to downtown Nachton. The pain of crashing through the glass was forgotten, as well as the furry dog that had fallen out with him but landed on the sky bridge with a crunch. The same sky bridge he would have been happy to have fallen onto, but instead, fell about two feet shy of touching.
So let's recap, Kyle thought to himself as he watched the street grow closer and the heavens pulled further away. Sexually assaulted, granted with the most erotic permission he had ever been given in his entire adult life, one District Attorney; then sexually assaulted another female, only not with permission and not by choice which resulted in a fantastic migraine and being arrested in his workplace and in front of his Editor-slash-uncle; thrown in jail for the better part of the evening only to be bailed out by a vampire he saved and another he fucked, again not really by choice; and of course having said vampire lover break two of his fingers, only to get pulled in for 'questioning' by the same District Attorney that he strummed like a guitar with his fingers. Followed by a concussion with, he thought and was pretty sure, was a Webster dictionary and admitted into the hospital. Where he of course had an interactive nightmare belonging to someone else and then threatened said Editor-slash-uncle and to end the evening, a visit from Carol which only resulted in him hurting her feelings and him running off, forgetting his wallet, thus sending him to his home.
So, with all those run on sentences in place in his mind, Kyle considered his past twelve hours and wondered, just how in the hell did he end up falling out of a building, six floors up without a parachute? And why wasn't his 'life flashing before his eyes' filled with more sex and beautiful women and more regrets? Kyle considered this as he finally reached the last twenty feet of his fall when something odd happened.
So let's recap, Kyle thought to himself as he watched the street grow closer and the heavens pulled further away. Sexually assaulted, granted with the most erotic permission he had ever been given in his entire adult life, one District Attorney; then sexually assaulted another female, only not with permission and not by choice which resulted in a fantastic migraine and being arrested in his workplace and in front of his Editor-slash-uncle; thrown in jail for the better part of the evening only to be bailed out by a vampire he saved and another he fucked, again not really by choice; and of course having said vampire lover break two of his fingers, only to get pulled in for 'questioning' by the same District Attorney that he strummed like a guitar with his fingers. Followed by a concussion with, he thought and was pretty sure, was a Webster dictionary and admitted into the hospital. Where he of course had an interactive nightmare belonging to someone else and then threatened said Editor-slash-uncle and to end the evening, a visit from Carol which only resulted in him hurting her feelings and him running off, forgetting his wallet, thus sending him to his home.
So, with all those run on sentences in place in his mind, Kyle considered his past twelve hours and wondered, just how in the hell did he end up falling out of a building, six floors up without a parachute? And why wasn't his 'life flashing before his eyes' filled with more sex and beautiful women and more regrets? Kyle considered this as he finally reached the last twenty feet of his fall when something odd happened.
Oringo Ramsey
14 years ago
Ringo scrambled along the sky bridge, finding the emergency hatch back down into it, and jumped down into the bridge stark raving naked. Within moments three of his Nakubili entered the bridge in wolf form and began barking at him.
'Wait, wait!' he yelled as he ran to the bridge wall and tried to see the splatter of one Kyle Evans. There was nothing he could see from there, so he ran past his Nakubili and headed for the stairs.
Ringo and six of his wolves ran down the stairs to the ground floor where Ringo changed back into wolf form, bursting out of the doors and through the Tower lobby amongst already screaming and terrified people. His anxiety was now at an unacceptable and rather frantic level as they ran out into the streets to see traffic had stopped with a downtown bus in the middle of the street, surrounded by cars and more people. Ringo raised his nose to the air to sniff out Kyle's blood...but found none. Frantically the wolves ran around the bus, causing more terrified screaming, but found nothing.
A little glass, no blood, and definitely no Kyle Evans.
'Wait, wait!' he yelled as he ran to the bridge wall and tried to see the splatter of one Kyle Evans. There was nothing he could see from there, so he ran past his Nakubili and headed for the stairs.
Ringo and six of his wolves ran down the stairs to the ground floor where Ringo changed back into wolf form, bursting out of the doors and through the Tower lobby amongst already screaming and terrified people. His anxiety was now at an unacceptable and rather frantic level as they ran out into the streets to see traffic had stopped with a downtown bus in the middle of the street, surrounded by cars and more people. Ringo raised his nose to the air to sniff out Kyle's blood...but found none. Frantically the wolves ran around the bus, causing more terrified screaming, but found nothing.
A little glass, no blood, and definitely no Kyle Evans.
Kyle Evans
14 years ago
Everything went soft, like a puff of air around him, and Kyle wondered if dying was like floating. That made sense, yeah. You rise up or get pulled down - at least that's what the movies made it look like. So Kyle relaxed and smiled, letting the puff of air that passed through his body, moving him through solid objects. He'd ask for big busty women and a medium rare steak once he made it to heaven. He was tired of all the crap Nachton and his life seemed to put him through. Kyle would thank god for the trip but then ask for something in a small island populated with coconuts, naked tribal women, and a television...with HBO.
Kyle daydreamed about heaven as he passed through the roof of a bus and was ceremoniously slammed to the ground of the Downtown bus, knocking the wind out of him.
More screaming. Great. Sitting up, Kyle looked around and saw the passengers of the bus scooting as far away as possible from him, when he realized he was alive. ALIVE. Wait, he was alive? Touching his body, Kyle felt all the necessary bits - head, chest, genitals...thank god, all there and in one piece. Standing up, the rest of the passengers scurried away as the bus came to a halt, knocking him back and to the floor again. Looking up and out the window, he could see the sky bridge and he remembered just what was chasing him, up a building, down a building, and apparently into (or through) a bus. Jumping to his feet, Kyle pushed his way to the front of the bus.
'Open up.'
The bus driver looked at him, looked back from where he had come from, and then back at him. 'You...'
'Could you please open the god damn doors!' Kyle yelled frantically as the bus driver reached out and pulled the handle to operate the doors, swinging them open.
Jumping out, Kyle looked around at the people screaming in the streets. The bus had come to a halt causing quite a pile up. The night air began its assault sending chills through his body. Crossing his arms, Kyle took one look at the building he had fallen out of and walked in the opposite direction, back into the night.
So there he was, ladies and gentlemen, sitting on the edge of his motel bed, soaked to the bone in his scrubs, with two broken fingers, and in need of hair cut, trying to figure out how it was possible he ran up six flights without breaking a sweat, ran faster than he's ever ran in his entire life to get away with the biggest dog he had ever seen, only to fall out said building...and live. The shakes had returned, but Kyle didn't notice them, not as he sat there, undoubtedly in shock, trying to figure out just when he had completely lost his mind.
((OOC Everyone out))
Kyle daydreamed about heaven as he passed through the roof of a bus and was ceremoniously slammed to the ground of the Downtown bus, knocking the wind out of him.
More screaming. Great. Sitting up, Kyle looked around and saw the passengers of the bus scooting as far away as possible from him, when he realized he was alive. ALIVE. Wait, he was alive? Touching his body, Kyle felt all the necessary bits - head, chest, genitals...thank god, all there and in one piece. Standing up, the rest of the passengers scurried away as the bus came to a halt, knocking him back and to the floor again. Looking up and out the window, he could see the sky bridge and he remembered just what was chasing him, up a building, down a building, and apparently into (or through) a bus. Jumping to his feet, Kyle pushed his way to the front of the bus.
'Open up.'
The bus driver looked at him, looked back from where he had come from, and then back at him. 'You...'
'Could you please open the god damn doors!' Kyle yelled frantically as the bus driver reached out and pulled the handle to operate the doors, swinging them open.
Jumping out, Kyle looked around at the people screaming in the streets. The bus had come to a halt causing quite a pile up. The night air began its assault sending chills through his body. Crossing his arms, Kyle took one look at the building he had fallen out of and walked in the opposite direction, back into the night.
So there he was, ladies and gentlemen, sitting on the edge of his motel bed, soaked to the bone in his scrubs, with two broken fingers, and in need of hair cut, trying to figure out how it was possible he ran up six flights without breaking a sweat, ran faster than he's ever ran in his entire life to get away with the biggest dog he had ever seen, only to fall out said building...and live. The shakes had returned, but Kyle didn't notice them, not as he sat there, undoubtedly in shock, trying to figure out just when he had completely lost his mind.
((OOC Everyone out))