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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 27, 2009 0:49:11 GMT -5
After a good a few weeks and Naelona finally feeling like Kristopher could be allowed to go about his normal jobs, the boy had returned to the hospital. Not as a patient but as a doctor. The blond had his curly hair pinned back and going over supplies. He really needed to do this, the younger works had forgot to do this while he was gone. He really wished people would remember to take stock counts, really.
The blond dressed in his normal attire had his sleeves, for once, pushed up to his elbows, wrapping was still applied to his wrist. They where finally healing right and soon the stitches would be removed, thank god for that. Kristopher was tired of his stitches and the fear of them becoming loose again. Augusta had accidentally knocked a few stitches out once and that was not fun, not at all.
Kristopher roamed down the empty halls, listening to patients sleep and kids making rounds to check on the patients within their beds. Kristopher turned left and then to the right. He was heading towards the back of the hospital where all the supplies was kept.
He looked down at the small folder he had in his hands and opened it, he need to check on so much stuff. He wondered for a moment, if Naelona or Augusta would be upset with him being late getting back. It was already a bit past midnight and the blond yawned.
Without much thought he stepped into the supply room and turned towards the first of many shelves of supplies. He would check the needles and such first and see how many they had left. Funny though...something didn't smell right in the room. He moaned lightly, did one of the kids leave a blood pack out of something.
"Damn." He muttered, "I should really get older people to help me, rather then a bunch of ten year olds."
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Sept 28, 2009 15:55:08 GMT -5
With a roar and a clatter, a shelf fell down, Iugo glaring at the contents. His arm, the one so kindly gnawed on by Moon, was not bandaged, the wounds only stitched up in what looked like a frustrated and quick manner. Also very fresh. He had let them fester on their own for a few days, before getting annoyed with the filthy human blood mixing with his own superior boogie blood. And so he had just finished up, not having the appropriate equipment in his own lab... That was for pain and torture, not healing. Growling again, he kicked the box of bandages and tubing, the box flying between the wall and the various shelves, landing in sight of Kris.
"Why does this damn place not have the good stuff?!" The boogie hissed grabbing another shelf and shaking it, making a racket and shuffling the objects on said shelf about. Lifting a container, he peered in... Penicillin... CRAP! Throwing the box, the container and bottles exploded, the pills raining down in a constant stream of pain killers. Of course, who would want to take a dirty pill? "Useless!" He shouted, phasing through one row of shelves, moving to the next, closer to Kris. He was unaware of the humans presence.
The ghostly boogie was once again dressed in only his dark slacks, even darker with the crimson stains. Some were much wetter than others, as some were a recent detour on the way to clean his wound. But what of his chest? Why, that was just as covered in the life blood of innocents. At this point, the eldest of caked on crimson was beginning to flake off his chest. But that was quickly replaced in patched and splotches of the newer blood. Even his hair was starting to clot together with the lack of bathing. And the odor Kris had noticed?
That was the stench of rotting flesh and dying children.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 28, 2009 19:56:08 GMT -5
The sudden clatter within the silent room startled Kristopher, wide eyed the blond turned around but he didn't see anything from his currently location. All he knew is that something had knocked over a shelf in that in itself made his heart pounding into his chest.
"Why does this damn place not have the good stuff?!"
The sounds of items being dug into, a shaking of a shelf and things fallen contuined on and Kristopher stood in place, in fear for now. Should he investigate? Should he turn around and make a run for it while he had time? The eighteen year old male didn't know what to do but his feet moved before he could stop them. Someone was beaking the hospital suppiles and by the sounds of it, bottles of medication that was rare to get, exteremly rare.
Pushing forward, he slowly crept towards where the sounds where coming from. If it was a human causing destruction, Kristopher could stop it, but if it was a Boogie...then best turn around leave as fast as he could!
"Useless!"
The voice sent shudders down his spine and the curly haired blond grasped the side of a shelf. His body was well hidden and his green eyes poked around the corner to see Nationis. At this point the boogie was phasing through a shelf on the other side and Kristopher froze and pushed himself against the shelf, but never making a sound.
Shit. He should of left, this was not a boogie to confront and especially when he had blood all over him. He heard the rumors, the Doctor had snapped apparently. Nawing on his bottom lip, the blond looked around, then slowly he pulled away from the shelf and moving the opposite way of the insane doctor. If he could dodge him, stay behind him, Kristopher could get out without confrontation...he just had to keep track of where the boogie was...and with a phasing one, that was easier said then done.
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Sept 28, 2009 20:26:31 GMT -5
"Nothing, nothing, NOTHING!" The boogie went on, become more and more frustrated. His glide grew quicker as he moved onward, seeing useless items that were meant to make others feel better. That was not his goal. And the pain in his arm didn't bother him any. It was almost a catalyst for his already unrelenting and unexplainable hatred and violence. Iugo adored this greatly. Coming through another shelf, he paused, eyes wide with curiosity. It had been silent, yet... Though, he was on a bit of a tantrum a few minutes ago... That was probably when the intruder entered... How did the boogie derive that he wasn't alone in the room?
The door was left open a crack.
Glaring with icy eyes that would freeze over the sun, he went to the door. Peering out, he saw that the hallway wasn't entirely deserted. Great...
SLAM!
That caused quite a jump in the desolate hallway. But this meant that Kris was now trapped in the room with Iugo. And he knew he wasn't alone. "Oh dear..." He cooed, letting his bare feet touch the ground and slapped them quite loudly along the hard floor. Kris would know where he was, and he was getting close by whatever cruel choice Fate had in store for Kris. "It appears that I'm not all by my lonesome in here... WHERE YOU SPYING ON ME?!" He suddenly erupted, pulling down the nearest box next to him, causing another loud crash within the room. "I don't like spies... They snoop and sneak and cause trouble for EVERYONE!" The enraged Doctor moved slowly, his pace even and strong. Iugo had indeed snapped, and whatever workings that still went on inside this cruel beast of a boogie had bent and bowed even more, meaning...
Kris was in for hell.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 28, 2009 20:41:34 GMT -5
"Nothing, nothing, NOTHING!"
Fuck, what was he looking for that he needed so badly? Kristopher wanted to kno but at the same time the short haired blond wanted out of the room. His fingers pulled at the fabric of his shirt as he moved silently. He was going to get out of here fast, this was not a safe place to be and he knew it very well.
He pressed against another shelf and looked forward towards the door and that is when he noticed Nationis eyes where looking at the same spot Kristopher was at that moment. Kris did not move, he watched the insane doctor move to the door, look out it and then slam it shut violently.
The blond flinched and pulled back quickly from view. Oh hell, his door was closed. He would have to wait for Nationis to just...leave, but was he going too? Did he know that Kristopher was in the room?
"Oh dear..."
His heart was pounding violently in his chest as the blond looked around, trying to find some place to hide. Anywhere! Frantically the blond moved slowly to the back of the storage room, there had to be somewhere he could blend into...anywhere! Oh god.
"It appears that I'm not all by my lonesome in here... WHERE YOU SPYING ON ME?!"
He knew.
The sudden crashing of more items send Kristopher into a frightful state. He didn't want to be in this room! There was no where to hide and he could hear the boogie. Kristopher caught sight of the boogies shadow and froze for a moment and then moved behind a shelf.
"I don't like spies... They snoop and sneak and cause trouble for EVERYONE!"
The blond closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get his heart to stop racing. He needed to settle down and think about this...how to get out of here without being hurt or screamed at...let alone caught. Kristopher moved once again, trying to stay on the opposite side of Iugo and out of his line of vision. "Shit." He mouthed the words but did not say them vocally, he knew that would give away his position and he did not want that.
He back stepped slowly, putting his hand on a shelf, though he soon wished he had not for as soon as he touched the shelf a piece of glass slide across his palm. One of the broken bottles from the shaken shelf remained there and had not fallen to the floor. It took everything Kris had not to hiss or make any sound of pain as he quickly put his slit palm to his lips. Catching the blood.
Blood trails where bad.
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Sept 29, 2009 21:08:57 GMT -5
Iugo's eyes shifted back and forth slowly, fists clenching and unclenching as he let his foot falls be heard. "Come on out, little rat..." He cooed again, the insane mood swings in full effect at this point. "If you come out now, perhaps I won't kill you slowly after all!" He promised... but of course was lying. Pausing, he thought he heard the movement of... something. Turning, he did not take in account of the echo in the room, and swiftly made the corner, passing Kris with only feet to spare. Jumping around, he tackled himself into a different shelf. The boogie only ended up head long into the storage, causing this shelf to nearly collapse on the boogie. The ghostly man had phased in time, only getting the initial blow of striking his noggin.
Roaring in rage, he raised his arms, one fists caught in another, and hammered down on the strong wood, splintering it with the greatest of ease. "I will find you..." Iugo hissed, his mind not even caring about the embarrassment most would've been worried about. Levitating, he was now silent, ears listening intensely for any noises. Foot falls. Shuffling clothes. Items being bumped into. ...Perhaps even the faint sound of a drop of liquid dripping from a wound? No... That wasn't likely here... And there would be no smelling out any blood, like Kris'. He had smelt nothing but blood and decay for the past few weeks. Lips parted in an obvious snarl of anger and frustration, he waited. ...and waited...
As insane as the doctor may be, he was also a patient hunter.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 29, 2009 21:21:09 GMT -5
"Come on out, little rat..."
Kristopher bit down on his cut hand and moved slowly away from the wrack that now had a bit of blood on it. He turned his head to look behind him, he didn't see Iugo. Good.
"If you come out now, perhaps I won't kill you slowly after all!" Kristopher tried to get Iugo's voice out of his head. To ignore him, or something. The blond was looking around, there had to be some place to go. There was the windows, but they would squeak if he tried to open one and so that was out. He looked up, he could try to get through an air vent or at least hide in it...but they where to small.
This wasn't good.
Kristopher then jumped out of his skin and was thankful his hand was to his lips or he would of cried out at being startled by the sudden sound of something hitting a shelf. He twisted and looked around and saw Iugo. Kristopher froze and then he went through it. Only to hurt himself.
"I will find you..."
At this point, Kristopher used the nose to cover his quick foot steps to get further away. He needed to get out...somehow! Or get a weapon. But what could he use? A scapel? Wasn't there one around here somewhere? His eyes looked around and he took a step forward, only to noticed there was no sound in the room.
No foot steps, no banging, no nothing.
Nothing but he sounds of his own heart beat. This made the blond nervous and he moved slowly again. Dodging the glass on the floor and trying to be silent. He was doing well, he had been stuck in this room now for a good fifteen minutes! Maybe Iugo would give up and go away...he doubted it.
The boy looked up and put his unhurt hand on a stand, and stared at the contents. There had to be something! Then there, he saw something! He didn't know what it was...but it looked sharp and he moved his hand to grab it, only to knock a box over and it tumbled. Kristopher, frightened reacted. He reached out to try and get it, but only managed in hitting it. The box flew out past the isles and slide across the floor.
Kris' heart skipped a beat, with wide eyes he turned and moved as fast but as quiet as he could to get to a different area of the storage room.
"Shit. Fuck. Shit!" He thought to himself, frantic. Then seeing a dark spot in the back among large crates, Kristopher dunked down behind and between them, trying to blind in and not be seen.
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Sept 29, 2009 23:47:31 GMT -5
The boogie was looking the opposite direction, only to snap his head the other way at the sound of clattering and crashing of goods. If the human ruined whatever supplies he deemed useful, real hell would be paid. In blood and flesh and soul. Grinning, he moved quickly, phasing straight through the shelves and aisles until he reached the new mess. Scowling, he turned about himself, not having to worry about glass and sharp objects on the floors as he floated lazily above the dirty floor. The timing was perfect. As soon as his eyes materialized on the other side of the row, Kris was safely in the shadows. Milliseconds different would end Kris' life. The boy should count himself very luc-
The door creaked open.
A boy gingerly crept in, eyes full of curiosity, then confusion. The room was... trashed! Gasping, he stepped in, walking slowly and carefully between the debris on the ground. Iugo glowered at the boy, but floated backwards... towards Kris. He had seen the shadowy corner, and found it a suitable place for himself to hide. A hand slipped into each bloody pocket, squelching sickeningly, as if he kept a reminder of his last victim with him. But both hands gripped his customary dull knives, ready if the boy came too close... Was he afraid? Hardly! But if other boogie's learned that he was looting around sick humans and their supplies he'd catch unwanted hell. Sure, it would be manageable, but even a crazy man avoided annoyances.
And so it ended up, as the small boy searched the room for whatever had caused the ruckus, Iugo ended in the shadows, back to Kris and only inches away from the human. Every muscle in Iugo's compact frame was taught, ready to pounce as the boy drew nearer and nearer... This wasn't the one who he stalked originally, but why pass up the perfect opportunity?
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 30, 2009 0:01:27 GMT -5
Kristopher remained slient, watching Iugo carefully from the shadows and about died when he floated towards Kristopher. Fear kicked in and the mere smell of the boogie made Kris want to toss his lunch. He quickly clapped a hand over his nose and closed his eyes.
He had to ignore the boogie, pretend he wasn't there! Iugo didn't know Kristopher was right there...almost directly beside the boogie. It was a frightening thought! God, why couldn't he just---
Wait! Was that the door that opened? Kristopher's heart skipped a beat. He saw the child walk into the room and gasp.
FUCK!
Kristopher looked over at the boogie who looked tense, like he was about to pounce of the boy if he stayed any longer. This got at Kristopher, he was one to protect the younger children, he always had! Should he stay put and turn his eyes, knowing the boy could die at any moment? Could Kristopher handle hearing the boys screams and the responiblity of being the one that could of stopped it?
No. Kristopher could not.
Cursing himself mentally, the blond boy stood tall and quickly, very quickly ran past Iugo. The blond practially used to the younger and smiled at him. Moving fast. "Ack, careful, you will step on the glass!" he said, trying to redirect the younger boy away. He then promptly started to talk to the younger, explaining how he did not know how the room got such a mess but he promised he would clean it up and have everything in order for him and not to tell anyone. Afterall, telling someone might result into another coming into the room with this crazy boogie.
And now that Nationis saw Kristopher, he knew he was fucked and he couldn't go anywhere. It was best to stay put, face the music and not get anyone else mixed up or hurt. So, Kristopher redirected the boy out of the room and waved him off, saying everything would be in order and fixed.
Then, Kristopher held his breath. His left hand rubbing against something. Reaching forward, Kristopher locked the door to keep anyone else from coming in. But also meaning, he had no escape routes. But he didn't need them anymore.
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Oct 2, 2009 15:52:15 GMT -5
Just a few more steps... That young kid had a succulent aura about his flesh. It would slice open so smoothly, leaving a perfect line in it's wake, allowing his sweet, sweet blood to... What the hell?!
Moving to the side in an instantly, the stealthy hunter glared, seeing that his kill was so close, and now he was... closing the door? At first the Doctor was confused. Very confused... But then, he realized what this must've meant. Too many humans tried to be too noble. Too many would suffer the consequences. Like Kristopher.
"A brave move, you idiot," Iugo hissed threateningly, floating out of the dark corner he had previously shared with the blond, the crazy grin and evil eye taking their usual place on his pale face. "What is it that makes you do that? Save another and sacrifice your current health? What makes a human be stupid? I fully intend to find out..." Floating closer, he toyed with the knife in his hand, chuckling softly and oh so darkly. "Perhaps there's more research to be conducted on the theory of compassion? I sure as hell don't know what that is!" Cackling, the boogie lunged at Kris, knife pulled back and launching forward as soon as he was within range. Oh how he loved the feeling of piercing the soft flesh of a mortal... It so made his day! This would only be the... fourth time today? Hm... He was getting behind on his average.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 2, 2009 16:41:02 GMT -5
"A brave move, you idiot," Kristopher turned then and looked at Iugo carefully. The blond said nothing as he moved away from the door slightly.
"What is it that makes you do that? Save another and sacrifice your current health? What makes a human be stupid? I fully intend to find out..."
Kristopher's left hand now turned into a fist, more then likely hiding something that he had picked up to defend himself with. The blond was wondering what he should do right now, it was now just him and the creepy insane doctor.
"Perhaps there's more research to be conducted on the theory of compassion? I sure as hell don't know what that is!"
Wide eyed Kristopher, tried to dodge the lunge, he was able to escape the blunt of it but the knife cut through his right arm easily. Now off to the side, the blond looked at the scary doctor. What should he do now? There was no way he could win against the crazy doctor and so he backed up slowly.
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Oct 4, 2009 11:01:19 GMT -5
The boogie landed in a crouch, his head turned more than what looked comfortable to eye the human. A portion of his teeth could be seen, gleaming with delight as he saw that Kristopher had been wounded. And now he could smell the blood, the new addition to the fumes that surrounded him constantly. And now he wanted the add it to his original smell! Turning and levitating at the same time, the boogie swirled around in a graceful manner, facing Kris once more. "Drop whatever is in your hand, you fool!" Iugo warned, floating lazily toward the boy, fiddling with the knife in his hand with the skill and accuracy of a surgeon.
The thought slowly crept into his mind, starting as a gray blob of blurry theories until it clarified into a clear, hopefully option. Pointing the knife at arm's length, which would only be five inches from Kris' nose, Iugo stopped moving forward. "Here's the deal, you bag of useless child scraps," Iugo hissed, eyes squinting in what could only be described as a negative action for Kris. "If you tell me where you keep ALL of your chemicals, and I mean all of them, I'll let you live with only that scratch. But if you try to be noble again, I will kill every. Single. Person. in this hospital. Dying or not. And I'll write your name all over the walls with your name. Kristopher Roberts... They would only think that you were a direct cause to all the death's of the innocents in this building. Wouldn't that be a smashing way to be remembered? Hm?" The knife waved lazily in front of the boy's nose, as the crazed boogie waited for his answer.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 4, 2009 12:18:10 GMT -5
Kristopher's jaw tensed as he watched the boogie, he held a scalpel in his hand. It wasn't a very good weapon against a boogie like Iugo, but it was something to use to try and defend himself with nonetheless.
"Drop whatever is in your hand, you fool!"
The blond human did not drop the sharp object. Instead Kristopher just held on to it with a much tighter grip then before. With his knuckles turning white, he stared at Iugo carefully, watching the change of Iugo's facial expressions.
"Here's the deal, you bag of useless child scraps,"
He really hated being called that.
"If you tell me where you keep ALL of your chemicals, and I mean all of them, I'll let you live with only that scratch. But if you try to be noble again, I will kill every. Single. Person. in this hospital. Dying or not. And I'll write your name all over the walls with your name. Kristopher Roberts... They would only think that you were a direct cause to all the death's of the innocents in this building. Wouldn't that be a smashing way to be remembered? Hm?"
Kristopher backed away from the knife that was to close to his face for comfort. Way, too close. The blond bumped into a shelf behind him but it did not tip over, it merely rattled in discontent. The blond tired to keep his nerves in place and not freak out. The idea of his words having so much power at this time could easily send the boogie on his way or kill everyone in this hospital.
"Master Nationis," He said very slowly, his body looking ready to run at any moment. "This is a hospital, we don't have any chemicals beyond bleach and ammonia to clean with. Everything is this supply room is medicine to heal others with." It was true, this hospital only medicines, a very limited amount now that the boogie had destroyed a lot of the room.
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Post by Doctor Nationis on Oct 4, 2009 12:38:51 GMT -5
"I'M A FUCKING DOCTOR!" Iugo roared, his calm act dropped for a moment, the eyes crazed with rage and hatred for the boy. His breath heavy and ragged, the boogie took a moment to recompose himself, closing his eyes for a moment, before opening and glaring at Kris once again. A scalpel? At least the kid had guts... And probably some he didn't even need. Chuckling, he ran a bloody hand through a matted mane of bloody hair. Flakes of the old life blood drifted slowly and nonchalantly to the ground, mixing with glass and other objects.
"There has to be more chemicals around this damned place of healing than just cleaning solutions!" Iugo advanced again, leaving the knife pointed only three inches from Kris' nose. "The lab doesn't have what I need. And I need more. MORE!" Another inch closer, the smell moving forward like a wall of decay. "So if you don't have any here, you'll be escorting me to the market very soon. Next Naelona sends you there, I will accompany you and we will use her resources to get what I need. Is this understood, you sickly heap of meat?"
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 4, 2009 12:46:53 GMT -5
"I'M A FUCKING DOCTOR!"
No, he was a fucking psychotic scientist. Not a doctor. But Kristopher wasn't stupid enough to point that out. The blond was currently to busy trying to back away from the knife that was almost poking him in the nose and the smell of Iugo didn't help either. God, didn't he know what a bath was? Seriously?
"The lab doesn't have what I need. And I need more. MORE!"
"Like I said," He spoke now with a shakey voice, "All we have are bleach, ammonia and soap. This place isn't made for hurting others like you do, we fix what you create." The curly headed blond said as he was tempted to stab Iugo in the hand and pondering if he could get that knife or not out of his hands.
The blond now shook his head, "So if you don't have any here, you'll be escorting me to the market very soon. Next Naelona sends you there, I will accompany you and we will use her resources to get what I need. Is this understood, you sickly heap of meat?"
"I--I can't help you ther--there. I---I'm not Madam Naelona's slave anymore---a---a--and have no access to her funds." He wished Naelona was still his Master, now he belonged to Sin. That scary ass boogie that made Kristopher shudder just by looking at him.
"And I hav--ha--have a name." He spoke again, his hand twitching and his mind debating upon stabbed Iugo.
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