Saturday Evening, June 14th 1924: Romancing the Stone
In reply to novissimo (msg # 55):
Byron
In his haste Father Henesey nearly bowls Byron over. "My son! You need to help me remove the relic from this cabin. It cannot fall into their hands." He almost manhandles Byron into the backroom and begins to move a pile of supplies. After a few moments he pulls aside a loose floorboard reveling the carved box.The father turns around and Byron sees he has another white vial in his hand, same as the one Mike had thrown. "We have no time to waste. I'll keep them at bay."
Mike
Knowing that climbing to his feet would leave himself exposed for a moment, Mike grits his teeth and heaves himself up off the floor. And as expected, the shadow lunges forward, arms outstretched.
(Wood Shadow 2 rolled 18 using 1d100, rolled 2 using 1d4)
Mike doesn't so much feel the impact of the blow but more the searing pain as the monster throws him against the wall. Drawing a ragged breath, he is able to stay upright, keeping a hold of the vials and his gun.
Slightly dazed from the impact, Mike's head whirls. As the monster approach he can't help but notice that it's eyes burn like the cherry of a cigarette in the dark of night...
1918 Somewhere in France
They had caught him trying to steal food. He and Jack and been going to pick up some coffee, an extra ration for pulling night duty. He was a scrawny thing, malnourished and bony. While he wore the uniform of a German solider, it hung about his frame like a shroud. The boy had made a run for it but Mike had managed to tackle him at the door, the two of them sprawling into the mud outside. He heard Jack unholster his pistol. "Its ok Mike, I got him covered." Mike arose, his already dirty uniform caked with mud.
"I just want to go home... I didn't ask to fight," whimpers the boy in clear but accented English. "Please..."
"Fucking krauts thinks you can steal?" snarls Jack. A kick to the jaw snaps the boys head back, blood flying into the air. Jack holsters his pistol and looks back at Mike. "Time to have a little fun" he says. Deep in his eyes, Mike can see that sadistic gleam that had come to inhabit them. A darkness so deep that he could almost feel it trying to pull him into its dark world. Jack slips out of his pocket the brass knuckles he had bought in town last liberty and slowly slides them on his fingers.
"No... please... Mother..." whispers the boy has Jack looms over him like a specter of death
Clarke
Clarke takes his eyes of the monster to survey his predicament and manages to see Mike's errant throw, the vial splashing against the wooden floor. "Eeeewwww... What's that?" asks Zoe crouched low over the spreading puddle. "What do you think it's made of Clarke? Probably something esoteric and occult!" His attention snaps back to the monster just as it attacks.
(Wood Shadow 1 rolled 57 using 1d100)
Which perhaps saves him from being eviscerated as he able to throw himself back. "Stop dancing around and do something!" says Zoe. You see she is now wearing bloodstained pants and a loose shirt, her hands taped up like a gypsy boxer. "Stick it a good one," she say throwing a quick hook. The monster rears back to strike again.
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