The Oilien lurks

[finishedlast]

Vic was a memory, huddled, cringing somewhere in the corner of his own brain. The thing that posessed his body had broken away from pursuit and was now lying in wait, watching the place where it had planted its seed. The stab wound Ryan had inflicted on him was partially healed, although his movement was seriously impaired by the severing of the

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[theprivate_ryan]

Ryan had come to the hotel, after being gone for a while, to try and find a way to get rid of this thing growing inside her. Aunt Cari wasn't there, dammit. But she had talked to Sergei for an hour, and he assured her that he knew of a way to abort the thing. She was on the phone with Tristan when she came around the corner to the alley.

"...yeah, so he says there's totally a way to get this thing out of me and kill it. I can't fucking wait, then we can start the tour. No...I'm going back to my place...okay...yeah..."

She was talking, and not really paying that much attention as she walked towards her truck, parked off the alley.

[finishedlast]

There was movement. Vic recognised the girl - Ryan, her name had been, Ryan the dancer - that his body had raped, and felt himself move, start forward, following her.

The oilien kept to the shadows as it moved, a shadow itself, still clad in the tatters that were all that remained of his pristine tux from the party.

As Ryan got into her truck, the creature inhabiting Vic's body hauled open the passenger's door and was in, fingers tangling in her hair as she turned to shriek at him.

"Drive!"

The word was menacing, and he pulled the door closed, hearing it thunk home like the clap of doom.

"Drive," he said again. "If you wish to live."

[theprivate_ryan]

"What the fuck? Vic? Oh...it's...you."

Ryan started the truck, and peeled out of the alley. She stole glances at Vic. Poor guy. The rider wasn't taking very good care of him, that's for damn sure.

"Where? Where am I going?"

[finishedlast]

"You speak too much," snarled the oilien. "When I tell you to drive, you will obey, or I will render you incapable. You are not required to be sentient to give birth to my offspring. You are merely required to be alive."

The oilien smirked, amused at the terror he was instilling in his victim. Inside, Vic quailed, because Ryan had been through enough, but he could sense the oilien, and knew that there was nothing he could do to help. He only hoped that Ryan would have the good sense not to fight.

OOC: I am getting my computer repaired this week, so all should flow better from then. Til then, sorry for the sporadic posting.

off to the side

[farther_up]

Vic was taking a lot longer than Max had thought he would, longer than Victor had suggested. It's not like he wants to be a bother, but something is itching at the back of Max's neck. It's just a phone call. Max won't nag, he just wants to make sure everything is all right.

Far too many rings later, Vic's phone kicks Max into voice mail. "It's Max. I'm just checking. I suppose you're having a good time... maybe you found a job to do or something. Anyway, if you could call me... or if you're busy and you don't have time... I'll try again in a few hours. Sorry to interrupt. Umm... I miss you. Bye."

Digging around in the apartment Max has turned up an old photo ID badge. Dream-walking is Isabel's specialty, but if Max doesn't hear from Victor soon... it wouldn't hurt to just try it.

ooc:VicMun said this was okay

Re: off to the side

[theprivate_ryan]

Yay!