Post by Scott Moquin on Jul 8, 2009 15:15:37 GMT -5
Scott smirked and then nodded his head, he watched him leave for a few moments and then he turned, his wings folded up against his back as he made his way into his dorm, using his foot to kick the door shut. The front part of his dorm was dark and really the only light was a lamp that was a few feet from him. He got the chills and he cracked his neck and started to walk to the table to clean up the poker mess....
Post by Shane Brookes on Jul 9, 2009 21:25:36 GMT -5
An arm suddenly came around Scott's neck as he turned around to clean up the mess. The man was in dark jeans and a gray t-shirt that was covered by a black zip-up hoodie. He also wore black runners and his hood was over his head, partially covering his face. He pulled the kid back and then slammed him into the table before throwing him into the wall. His body was tense and rigid and he closed his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking as he stepped toward the kid, tilting his head to the side and cracking it.
Post by Scott Moquin on Jul 9, 2009 23:07:15 GMT -5
Scott wasn't expecting the attack at all and he flew across the table, everything falling off of it, glasses shattering and poker chips clanging on the ground. Then he screamed as he hit the wall, a crack was heard as his wing broke, bone protruding through the black leathery-like skin. He screamed in pain and blood started to ooze from his wound. His hazel eyes turned red as he tried to defend himself, he used the wall and he tried to scramble to his feet....
Post by Andrew Cross on Jul 13, 2009 10:53:08 GMT -5
Andrew stopped dead in his tracks as he suddenly heard bangs from Scott's dorm room. He was down the hall by now, and he turned his head slightly to listen. As soon as he heard the scream, he bolted down the hall, pulling out his gun. He turned the safety off, made sure it was loaded and stopped in front of Scott's door. He held the gun the way he had been taught and sucked in a breath of air before kicking down the door and going into the room. "FREEZE!" he said to the attacker, whoever the hell he was as he came through the door. He had always wanted to say that. He saw the guy and knew it had to be the killer. He pulled the trigger on his gun and shot a bullet right at the guys head.
Post by Shane Brookes on Jul 13, 2009 10:59:18 GMT -5
The man's head whipped around as the door was broken down. He had been about to attack the winged boy again, but this unwelcome intruder had suddenly pulled the trigger on his gun. The man's hand shot into the air and the bullet that had been aimed at his head flew right back at the kid, aiming for his chest. He turned back to the boy and used his mind to pick up the lamp that was lit in the room and he threw it at the kid.
Post by Andrew Cross on Jul 13, 2009 11:03:59 GMT -5
Andy didn't expect the bullet to come flying back at him. He had moved to the side at the last minute and the force of the bullet knocked him back, going right into this shoulder. He screamed in pain and his back hit the wall. Shock was written across his face and his hand flew to his shoulder, pulling it away to see blood as he sank against the wall.
Post by Scott Moquin on Jul 13, 2009 12:46:47 GMT -5
Scott saw Andy come back in and he then saw the bullet, and then in a instant it was in Andy's shoulder. Scott screamed, "ANDY!" He didn't know where the bullet hit, only that it hit him. HE went to scramble to his feet when a lamp came at him, breaking on his upper chest and neck, glass cutting him. His wings flew out and the one was obviously broken, bone sticking out. He winced and then flapped them, getting himself a few feet in the air he used all his force to kick the guy with both feet. He then came sailing to the ground, his wings unable to hold him up....
Post by Shane Brookes on Jul 14, 2009 10:38:58 GMT -5
The boy's feet hit the man on the side of the face. He growled lowly and used his mind to slam the kid into the wall. Pulling out a knife, he went for the boy with the wings and raised the knife high, aiming to stab him in the gut.
Post by Andrew Cross on Jul 14, 2009 10:58:23 GMT -5
Andy was shaking. He looked up and saw the flash of light reflecting off of the knife. The room had gone in to sudden darkness when the lamp had broken, but the moon was shining in on the room. "NO!" Andy screamed and then tackled the guy around the legs, a moment too late.
Post by Scott Moquin on Jul 14, 2009 22:29:08 GMT -5
Scott flew into the wall with a low, painful scream. His breathing was rapid and he was scared for himself and Andy. Something in him said something was going to happen tonight, and he wouldn't let it be Andy that was the bad news. At the last moment he saw the knife and then it slipped easily and painfully into his stomach. With a groan Scott's hands went to his gut, holding it as Andy tackled the guy to the ground. He felt the warm blood around his stomach. He tried to get up, his bloody hands slipping along the wall, leaving marks. "ANDY! WE NEED TO GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE! RUN NOW!" he said going toward him to pull him up, blood spilling everywhere....
Post by Shane Brookes on Jul 14, 2009 22:47:44 GMT -5
The man landed hard on the floor and grunted. Ice started to spread over the floor and the room grew colder and colder. It was so cold in a matter of moments that he could see his breath. He saw the other boy with the wigs come forward and he used his mind to pull out the knife and it flew right back at the boy again, aiming for his chest as he threw the other kid off of him with his own two hands.