94. FOURTH WALL

[foolishwren]

<sub>[If anyone stops to check their 'Gear in the midst of all the chaos unfolding, they will find an extremely odd text message originating from the 'Gear of Heather Mason.]

[Or more accurately, it's the image attachment that's odd.]






[Apparently, some nurses have stolen Heather's PokeGear and are using it to take Myspace pictures.]

[Wellp.]</sub>




[ooc: Feel free to tag in with any scenario or character you want, it doesn't necessarily have to involve the text message, the nurses, or their godawful duckfaces! GO WILD, just let me know where you want the thread to take place!]

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[It IS revolting. It makes her skin crawl and perhaps worst of all, the fact that it's him almost isn't even the worst thing about it. It brings back memories, all kinds of horrible, horrible memories and some little part of her that isn't alight with five different kinds of panic is bitterly aware that that's probably why he's doing it.]

[The blood she draws is only satisfying for a split second, because it soon becomes apparent that he doesn't care and the brief, fleeting sense of small triumph quickly become horrified despair.]</sub>

--Stop! STOP!

<sub>[She wishes she could muster a scream of rage for those words, but her voice sounds remarkably pathetic. There's even a sob. She hates herself for it, almost as much as she hates the way his lips are delicately, mockingly meeting each spot that his teeth nipped open.]

[And most of all, she hates the fact that she shouted out BEFORE the blast of Flamethrower that Carousel, finally close enough, loosed at the monster instead of holding out just a few seconds longer.]</sub>

[walkwithbob]

<sub>[He does stop, but only after what could almost be called an affectionate nip at her neck, a kiss to her cheek. He stops only because he can sense that the fire is coming.]

[When it does, he stands straight, leering at her as he for just a moment trails fingertips against the marked skin on her face.]

[When he's burning, he lets her see. Remains in place even while on fire, grinning with a low growl caught in the back of his throat that builds into a barking laugh...]

[And he's gone.]

[Truly gone.]

[Some scorch marks in his place the only indication of where he stood.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Although her struggles never stop (it doesn't matter how powerless she feels or how hopeless a situation is, Heather never stops fighting. Never, ever, ever. As long as you're fighting the other side's win can never be totally complete. At least that's how she tries to look at it), she squeezes her eyes shut at his last awful, insulting caresses and lets out a choked sound.]

[Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck no please just NO]

[She can feel the approaching heat of the flame and a second set of alarm bells go off in her head, although at this point her fear being split two ways is almost better than the alternative. She recoils backwards as the fire billows past, engulfing her attacker in flames (and inevitably scorching her in the process). It's all she can do-- all she can even THINK of-- to just get away.]

[So as he stands there with his fiendish grin, burning away right in front of her, she scrambles backwards until she actually FALLS, hitting the ground hard and just huddling there, one hand to her bleeding face and the other shielding her eyes from the blaze. She's crying, although the sound doesn't even reach her own ears until the inferno, along with BOB, is gone.]

[Carousel clatters forward, sending up smoky dust as she tramples the spot where BOB once was for good measure (if he'd still been there, she'd have tried to run him through with her horn. She was not a violent Pokemon under most circumstances, but to protect the Trainer? That's a Pokemon's JOB), snorting through her nostrils.]

[Then, when she's convinced the threat is gone, she clops slowly over to Heather, who hasn't gotten up and isn't planning to for awhile. In a way, it's a good thing no one's around, because Heather would prefer not to be seen crouching at the Rapidash's feet, shaking like a leaf and trying to stifle sobs.]</sub>