Frozen Silence, Part Three
This involves three different points of view of the characters. If its confusing, let me know and I will try and clear up some parts. ^^ Thank you for reading.~
Also, had to do a quick edit, but it should read smoothly now.
Darkness spreads through the air, turning once blue skies black with malice and evil. Looking out the window, the feline stretches her limbs and continues to relax after a long week of hunting the last assignment. A soft sigh escapes from her and she leans back in her chair, uneasy about something. "What's the matter Raven? You seem tense." A male voice says to her left. She smiles slightly and twirls the dagger she'd been messing with a few moments before.
"Nah man. Just glad to be done with this last mission." She grinned, getting to her feet and putting away the dagger. "Anyways, I think I'm gonna turn in for the night. See you boys at the meeting in the morning." She says with a wave as she walks to the door. Walking the darkened streets, she looks to the blackened skies, her ears flicking to the whooshing noises overhead of the clockwork airships. Blinking a couple times, she continues forward, pulling up the collar of her trench coat and stuffing her laws into her pockets. A cold breeze was blowing, luckily she had on two coats instead of one, seeing as how the breezes here could freeze someone if they didn't have a coat or some form of jacket. Making her way quickly through the streets, she grabs a bus ride into the hills, pulling up her mask in case anyone here knew her. A few strange glances were thrown her way, but she ignores them, standing rather than sitting. After an hour or two, the bus comes to a stop at the bottom of the hills and she walks to the doors, aware of another following after her. Before stepping off, she uncurls her tail a bit, forcing the driver's foot down on the gas and causing her follower to fall into some other passengers. Smirking, she takes off into the trees, her tail curled back around her leg and her ears pinned back. Jumping over and dodging past trees, she comes across a hidden passageway, glancing over her shoulder before slipping inside.
All he remembers is the man in the middle of the road, and then black. He swore he heard screaming, but he didn't know if it was him hearing it? Or if it was his imagination. His mind replayed the accident over and over in his head, but the same result kept getting shown. He jolted upright in the hospital bed, after the dream played in his head for the hundredth time, "W-where...." A nurse came into his room and smiled sweetly at him.
"Oh, your awake." He glared at her and then realized what was in the syringe, and he fell to his knees. She smiled down at him. "I knew you were gonna be trouble...." He snarled and got a foot underneath himself, trying to stand up, but the nurse pushed him over.
"Who are you and where am I?"
The nurse smiled. "Why your at the hospital, and my name is Jane. You had a pretty bad accident, but don't worry, your almost ready to be discharged."
He looked at the clock on the wall and looked back at the nurse.
"How long was I out for?"
She looked at the date. "A few days now, maybe two..."
He sighed and put his head in his hands, then he looked back at the nurse after a few minutes. "And the people who were in the car, what became of them?"
She looked at him and tilted her head. "I'm sorry... But... You were the only one in the car when the paramedics arrived." He looked at her dumbfounded.
"No.... My girlfriend and my friends.... They were there i know they were.... They...." He shook his head. "No.... This can't be..." He ripped out the iv and he stood up, his legs wobbling slightly. "I have to go find them." The nurse smiled and stood in his way, producing a syringe and stabbing him in the neck with it. He blacked out before his head smashed into the ground
A light groan escapes from her and she moves an arm up to her forehead, the soft yet scratchy feel of a sheet slipping off her arm partway. Taking in a deep breath, she nearly chokes on the scent of clean, sterile linens, pulling them off with her free hand. A couple pain flares jump through out her body and she grimaces, laying back down. Flicking her gaze around, she recognizes the cold of an autopsy room. A sense of panic fills her and she notices her wounds healing quickly, the pain flares gone aside from the major headache forming. She remembered what happened, sitting up and putting her head in her paws, dread filling her. The only reason she was put here after the wreck was the fact that her heart didn't beat at all, and she didn't breathe when unconscious or sleeping. The doctors must've thought her dead. The VanHellsing and demon markings glow amethyst and crimson, forcing the headache to a dull throb. "There's no way they'll think I'm alive." She murmurs, shivering slightly as she pulls the sheet around her completely. Her clothes had been taken elsewhere, probably put in a bag and taken to Atticus. That presents a whole new set of questions for her: Were the guys okay? Were they alive? Were they harmed in the crash? These thoughts and more flow through her head as she looks at the other autopsy tables, not seeing any one of them there. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stands, shakily and cold, walking to the tables and looking at the victims of the crash. She takes a chilled breath, her ears pinned back as she tightens the sheet around herself, shivering terribly. Though she had died once before, it didn't make her any less immune to the cold. Her bodily temperature was higher than the normal, due to being part demon. Though in colder temperatures, her bodily heat usually shifts to zero or below. Looking around, she blinks several times and walks to the wall that has her x-rays. Stepping over quietly, she touches one of them, jolting back as she hears a quiet gasp. Turning to face the newcomer, she waves hesitantly, pulling the sheet around her tighter and feeling self conscious. Her tails twitch and sway nervously as the nurse, or autopsy technician walks towards her. He looks at the line of tables and notices the empty one, looking between her and it.
"How did you reanimate? Or were you alive this whole time?" He asked, suspicious of her. She steps back, bumping into the cart of tools, her ears falling back and nearly flattened.
"There are a lot of things you don't know, aren't there?" She says quietly. "Take my temperature. It will tell you my normal one." She murmurs. The technician looks at her through slitted eyes, still wary and suspicious. "I won't harm you unless you decide to harm me." She hissed softly, flicking her ears forward. The technician grabs the thermometer and motions for her to step closer. Before she does, she allows a wave of heat, due to her fire abilities, to flow through her as she steps forward. She flattens an ear and allows him to puts the thermometer in her ear, flicking it slightly. After a few moments, he removes it from her ear and she steps back. The look on his face told her that she was right.
"If you have a normal temperature, then how did you end up here?" He asked. Oh, this wasn't good. He was asking questions about how she ended up in the autopsy room. Questions she couldn't tell anyone aside from those like her, or of a different race. Her spaded tails sway as she's presented with a difficult decision: kill him now or lie and let him live. Or there was the third option of running, which seemed much more likely than her first two options. Her body language changes quickly and she ties several knots in the sheet to keep it held up, leaving her hands free now. After doing that, she darts around the tables and for the door. "Hold up!" He shouts, chasing after her. She makes it to the stairs and nearly trips over part of the sheet. Growling softly, she rips off the extra at a little above the knee and ties it between the railings. Looking up, she smirked and sprints up the stairs, ears flat as she went and barely even breaking a sweat. Though, she could hear the noisy technician's breathing heavy from several flights up. Being a thief for quite a while had its uses later on, and she was grateful her running skills had stayed with her.