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[Day 4] Beware!
Topic Started: Tue Feb 2, 2010 11:38 am (244 Views)
Quatre R. Winner
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Quatre had gone back to his dorm and spent most of the night searching information about secret societies, brotherhoods, religious sects, cults, and feminist movements that may have been responsible for the odd mark on in the library. He had found a few clues but, for the most part, most reports about the symbol were draped in mystery. The symbol had been sighted all over Europe, Asia and North America but nobody had a clue about its origin.

The blond fell asleep on his keyboard in the middle of a particularly dry article about the history of modern fraternities and woke up the next morning bleary-eyed and sluggish.

Kind of like a zombie.

He showered and dressed in a stupor before stumbling out of the dorm and across the quad. He had a class to go to, but he had forgotten where. That was all right. He was the strategist, he would figure it out as he went along, right?

Maybe not.

The line for the dining hall seemed long. Maybe it wasn't too long, but he wasn't up to waiting for anything. He had better just find his classroom. As he picked his way through the bushes and down a cobbled sidewalk between the science lab and the political science building he felt peculiar. He stopped beside a bulletin board littered with multicolored flyers and turned around to peer behind him. Nobody was there, except a few girls sitting at a bench twenty or so yards away talking on their cell phones. He shrugged and continued his trek to nowhere. About ten feet into his voyage the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the crisp morning air behind him. He stopped and turned around again, bracing himself for an attack. To his surprise, yet again, there was nobody there.

Feeling like he was losing his mind he decided to run the rest of the way to the English building. A couple of students passing in the opposite direction stared in surprise as they watched him beat his penny loafers down the side corridor out into the open quad. He would have to cross its dull green grassy expanse to reach the opposite side where the English department's stoic building stood between two massive oak trees. Having never been the physical type, he decided running was too much to expect his poor sleep deprived body to make it. He shuffled across the open grass, hugging his literature book against his chest as he did. He felt strange. Maybe it was paranoia born from spending all night studying horrifying satanic underground organizations that had him on edge, or maybe there was actually something... someone...

He went to take a step but found that his leg couldn't bear his weight. As if in slow motion he fell over, scattering his papers and books everywhere. A burning, searing pain shot up his leg from his thigh, emanating throughout his groin and up to his stomach. He pressed his palms against the damp grass and pushed himself up onto his knees. What had happened? Had he broken his leg? Tripped?

It felt as if a red hot poker was being stabbed over and over into his leg, just above his knee. He looked down between his braced arms at his leg. Bright red blood was oozing steadily from a circular wound on his leg. He grimaced and grit his teeth together.

I've been shot...

Ka-THUMP

Ka-THUMP

Ka-Ba-THUMP

His ears pounded as the blood rushed through them. The blood began to ooze harder with each thud. He was beginning to feel dizzy.

Am I going into shock...?

He looked up and squinted against the morning sunshine for the gunman, but just as he did a figure occluded the light and cast a tall shadow over him.

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"It seems you are hurt," said the dark-haired figure. A white gloved hand reached out to grab Quatre by his shoulder. "We had better get you to the nurse."

Quatre peered up at the darkened face. Why was this man smiling? Before he could say anything the world blacked out.

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Edited by Sebastian, Wed Feb 3, 2010 12:22 pm.
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