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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 13, 2009 23:21:31 GMT -4
"Why do you have to be in...anyone's...book?...You can make your own...do what you want...you're strong enough," Harper responded his words slightly labored as he forced himself to push down on the deepest wound in his abdomen the new towel quickly becoming drenched. He was no doctor but he was pretty sure if he kept on bleeding like this it would end with him 6 feet under.
"My advice to you, if you plan on passing out, is wait until we're back in the car, because if you pass out here, I'll leave you here to bleed out."
"Noted..." Harper replied with a groan as he peeled the blood drenched towel away from the wound and fumbeeld to grab another one...this all seemed like a rather pointless and never ending cycle but then again he was attempting not to bleed to death.
He eyes the clothes Liana had dropped next to him and immediately vetoed them as there was no way he was going to be able to re-dress himself in his current state; though the now useless shirt, no shoes and bloodd renched scrub pants weren't going to be much good in the long run.
Harper listened the best he could as Liana...or well as the demon spoke about the real Liana and he couldn't help but feel bad for the girl who was stuck inside her own body...a prisoner.
"Will you let her go...when you're...done?" Harper asked his body leaning heavily against the wall the blood having soaked through the new towel several moments ago but he didn't muchly care any more.
"...is wait until we're back in the car..."
Harper attempted to sit up for a moment as the demon's words dawned on him.
"Where...where are we going?"
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Post by Liana on Jun 14, 2009 0:52:34 GMT -4
Liana frowned at Harper's question. She didn't really know why she wanted approval from Lilith or Lucifer. She didn't know why she did what she did. She just... did.
"I..." she stopped, she couldn't even make up an answer since she was now beginning to question it herself. "Don't make me think," she growled. "Just... don't."
"Will you let her go...when you're...done?"
"Define 'done'," Liana said. "I never really planned that far ahead, I'm still going to need a host when Lucifer rises... and this body's taken a wee bit of damage since I took control... 'letting her go' might end up killing her... and will you stop asking me all these deep meaningful questions or I will start cutting you again."
She took a deep breath and watched as Harper tried to sit himself up. When he asked her where they were going she stood up and started pacing. A much less complicated question, but still one she couldn't answer.
"I don't know yet," she admitted. "Away from here before something else finds us. I can take you to a hospital if you want."
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 14, 2009 1:42:50 GMT -4
"and this body's taken a wee bit of damage since I took control... 'letting her go' might end up killing her... and will you stop asking me all these deep meaningful questions or I will start cutting you again."
Harper forced himself to focus on Liana as she explained what would happen if she let the girl go whose body she was posessing. Harper knew that some demons rode their host bodies hard on purpose so when they left...or were forced out the victim died anyways.
"Isn't she trapped in there though....ins't she..."
Harper's words cut off in response to Liana's own threat...he knew she would carry it out and he was having a rough enough go with her work before hand.
"Away from here before something else finds us. I can take you to a hospital if you want."
"You're suppose to kill me...aren't you?...Not complaining...just asking," Harper asked wondering if by soemthing else Liana meant another demon or an angel...or hell both.
Harper managed to pull the torn t-shirt from him and tie it around his abdomen holding the already blood saked towel in place. It was about as good as it was gonna get. He shivered lsightly as the cold air licked against his skin. When he had thought of getting out of the hospital this was not at all what he had planned for.
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Post by Liana on Jun 14, 2009 2:23:57 GMT -4
"You're suppose to kill me...aren't you?...Not complaining...just asking,"
Liana looked at Harper for a moment. Normally, people didn't question why you let them live... actually, Liana didn't make a habit of letting people live so she didn't know. But she was pretty sure people didn't question things like that, it was a very good way to get killed.
"No," she said. "I don't actually have any orders to do anything with you. I cooked this one up all by my lonesome. So if I want to let you live, I will... just... try not to give me a reason to kill you and everyone goes home happy."
She watched Harper tie his shirt around his middle and shiver against the cold. She pulled a blanket off the arm of one of the chairs and draped it over his shoulders. "So, hospital or driving till I'm sure we're safe?"
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 14, 2009 2:48:54 GMT -4
"I don't actually have any orders to do anything with you. I cooked this one up all by my lonesome. So if I want to let you live, I will... just... try not to give me a reason to kill you and everyone goes home happy."
Harper couldn;t help but find it interesting that Liana had cooked up her entire kidnapping plan for herself and by herself. In her own way she worked for herself; though he wasn;t sure she realize dit and Harper was certain putting ideas in the heads of demons was a bad thing.
Harper stared down at his bare feet once more but his attentiom immediately focus on Liana as he felt the warmth of a blanket envelope his shoulders. Her sudden change of steam was comforting yet terrifying just the same and Harper wasn't sure if he should be thankful or pray just the same.
"So, hospital or driving till I'm sure we're safe?"
As appealing as a hospital was Harper knew it wasn;t a choice...not really. He had technically "escaped" from a state mental ward if he showed up at any hospital it would surely get him seen to right quick.
"They'll be looking for me...you should drive...till it's safe..." harper muttered his head leaning back against the wall once mroe as it grew heavier and heavier by the moment.
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Post by Liana on Jun 14, 2009 3:45:03 GMT -4
"Done," Liana said when Harper picked driving. Of course, that complicated matters further because now she had a severely wounded human to deal with. But she resolved not to think about that too much and instead helped him to his feet, steadying him with one hand while picking up the pile of clothes in the other. He would need them later.
She helped him into the car and stared at him for a long while. How she had managed to go from torturing him for information to as close to protecting him as she could admit to her self, Liana had no idea and it was starting to do her head in. The bleeding all over the place was going to become a problem as well. Sure, she had caused the bleeding and she wasn't known to be queasy at the sight of it either, but sooner or later, he was going to run out.
Crap, she thought to herself, why'd you pick now to grow a heart you sad excuse for a demon?
A bottle full of a thin, black liquid appeared in her hand. She didn't have healing powers per say, not like the angels did, but she handled witches, she knew a few tricks.
"Here," she said, handing Harper the bottle. "Put that on your wounds, it should fix everything up." She went around the car and slid into the drivers seat, the car turning itself on as she closed the door. "It'll take a while to take effect so feel free to pass out while it works it's magic."
As she pulled out of the driveway and onto the main road, Liana looked firmly out at the road, trying not to think about what she may have gotten herself into.
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 16, 2009 2:20:22 GMT -4
Harper staggered and attempted to hold his own as Liana hauled him to his feet and basically dragged him back towards the car. He tried to help the cause but in the end he was pretty sure he wasn;t much help at all, especially since the only thing he could focus on was the blood which was drenching him...and he was pretty sure it was all supposed to stay on the inside of him and not smeared on the outside.
Harper slumped down into the seat wishing it would just swallow him up and he was more then disappointed when it failed to oblidge him. He attempted to focus long enough to make out what Liana was explaining ti him in regards to the vial she had just handed him before she closed the door and for a few seconds Haroer was alone. His eyes stretched and searched through the darkness of the car his heart slamming against his chest threatening to shatter his ribs which each beat but then she was back and Harper stared at her with an empty expression for a moment.
"Put that on your wounds, it should fix everything up."
Harper fumbeelld with the cap for amoment before he managed to get a good deal of the liquid spread across the deep wounds in his abdomen and smeared behind his ear beofre th eobttle tumbeeld from his hand and his head lulled against the window as he struggeled to keep his eyes open.
"Why are you...helping me?" Harper asked his vocie barely above a whisper as his eyes struggeled to slip shut yet he tried to fight it off.
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Post by Liana on Jun 16, 2009 2:55:28 GMT -4
"Why are you...helping me?"
Liana's knuckles turned white as her grip on the steering wheel tightened. It took all of her energy to keep herself from pulling the steering wheel out of the car. She hated questions she didn't have an answer to.
"I have no idea," she muttered her eyes boring out onto the road ahead. This was, quite possibly, the stupidest thing she had ever done. And as demon, she did stupid stuff as a rule. But driving around with a telepath who EVERYBODY was looking for was definitely at the top of the list. What she should do is stop the car, kick him out and drive as fast and as far away as possible. She allowed herself to look away from the road to examine Harper and sighed. She wouldn't kick him out of the car. Because she was a moron.
"Just go with it," she advised. Once she had gotten them to somewhere safe, she could set him up with something to keep him under the radar for a while. And then she could move on before she got her stupid ass killed.
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 16, 2009 9:38:59 GMT -4
"I have no idea...Just go with it."
Harper really couldn;t argue with that answer not that he really wanted to argue with the demon who had stopped killing him and was now attempting to save him?...Maybe save was the wrong word but that technically was what she was doing though he highly doubted she would admitt it.
"I can do that..." Harper whispered slumping further down in the seat if that was even possible. He pulled the blanket which he had managed to keep around him tighter as he shivered for several moments the wounds on his chest beginning to feel some what odd and for a moment he realized he had no idea what he had put on himself.
"What...was that?" Harper asked attempting to sit up to grab the vial and failing miserbaly. He held himself tightly wrapped in the blanket though and allowed his eyes to slip shut as he fell unconcious before he managed to get his answer from Liana.
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Post by Liana on Jun 16, 2009 16:04:07 GMT -4
Noticing Harper shiver and pull the blanket tighter around him, Liana leaned forward and turned the car heater up and allowed it to fill the car with a false heat. Though she was used to much a much warmer climate down in Hell, the temperature didn't really bother her and she hadn't noticed it was so cold.
"What...was that?"
Liana was about to answer him but, with a quick glance in his direction, realised he was unconscious and the answer wouldn't be particularly helpful to him at all. "Finally," she whispered, turning the car radio on at a low volume to fill the silence. At least with him unconscious there would be no more asking of questions that made her reconsider everything she'd ever done. Now she could focus on death and pain and chaos while she drove.
She drove through town after town, never stopping because it seemed that since Lilith opened the gate again, every town had at least one demon in it. She didn't mix well with her fellow Hell dwellers when she wasn't harboring the supernatural equivalent of a fugitive. She decided it would be best to avoid them.
And then in a small town she'd missed the name of, she felt nothing. No demons and no angels. There was the possibility of hunters, but she was pretty sure if she didn't act overly demonic, any hunters would miss her presence completely.
She pulled up outside a motel and used the real Liana's credit card to pay for a room then went about trying as inconspicuously as possible to get Harper into the room without anyone noticing he was covered in his own blood. By this point his wounds were pretty much healed and she figured his unconsciousness was due to psych drugs pumped into him at the hospital.
After finally managing to get him into the room and in the bed where he'd be warm, she sighed and sat down at a small desk, several materials and ingredients appearing on the surface in front of her. She looked at them for a moment, trying to remember what when in at what point and then began working.
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 17, 2009 1:53:41 GMT -4
Unconciousness never really replaced sleeping though the time he had spent in Pembrooke would have argued that point to high heaven since half the time and all the nights Harper had found himself drugged up to his eyeballs to keep him...and the "patients" silent during the night. Mind you of course even when he was "sober" Harper didn't say much to the doctors there which in turn only made his stay longer but just the same he already knew what they thought of him and he wasn't gonna fan the fire so to speak.
Mixed with a system filled with drugs and a massive amount of blood loss when Harper crashed within the onfines of the car he did so completely. Harper hadn't moved the entire journey through town after town and he hadn't flinched as Liana pulled him from the car and deposited him on to the bed. As his wounds healed with the help of Liana's concotion Harper's mind became less clouded thus leaving him wide open for the night terrors which plagued him on a nightly bases.
He had found it to be his minds way of dealing with the information which was forced upon him day after day; even though putting a picture to the hell only made it 10 times worse. Unconciously Harper's hands dug into the sheets wrapped around him as sweat scattered across his forhead soaking his hair to his clamy skin.
His eyes darted back and forth under the lids as scene after scene played before his eyes some which were a new found hell while others very real...real because they had transpired only hours ago. He could see the guard die right before his eyes the mans panic and horror clear across his face as a groan of protest slipped from Harper's lips as he struggeled to pull himself out from under the medicated nightmare which held him tight within its grasp.
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Post by Liana on Jun 17, 2009 2:38:08 GMT -4
Liana rechecked what she'd put into the hex bag, making sure everything was right and she wasn't going to end up killing Harper accidentally. Satisfied with her effort she carefully tied the bag closed and added a string so that it could be tied around a neck or a wrist.
At Harper's moan she turned to find him tossing in his sleep, trying to force himself awake. She got up from the desk and went over to him, looking down at him with a frown on her face. She had no idea what he was seeing that was freaking him out so much but she hazarded a guess that it was not pleasant. She bent down over him, and reigning in her strength so she didn't knock his head off his shoulders, slapped Harper across the face.
"Wakey wakey, Harper," she said loudly. She didn't know how to break through drug induced sleep but she figured pain and noise was a good start. "Time to get up." He didn't seem to be waking up and she raised her hand to slap him again.
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 18, 2009 0:23:40 GMT -4
For months now Harper had learned that he either pull himself from the night terrors or the doctors at the hospital would let him scream himself awake...supposedly it was a way to teach him how to "deal"...it was bullshit.
Just the same Harper struggeled unconciously to pull himself the hard crack against his face helped to snap him out of it and he jerked from teh continual onslaught of blood and back into the present his eyes wide and ehctic as he jerked upwards and stared back at Liana who stood over him looking as if hse was about to slap the hell out of him.
Harper fell back against the bed his eyes shutting for th ebriefest of moments before opening again. His breath was haggered as he attempted to calm himself and it was then that he allowed the room around him to come into focus. They were no longer in the car and Harper didn't have a damn clue where he was.
Forcing himself to sit up Harper's fingers dug into the side of his head the pain throbbing through him. After being feed drugs after drugs for months his body was on a schedule therefor when doses were missed he began to almost immediately suffer symptoms of withdrawl.
"Where are we?" Harper asked resting his pounding head against his hands.
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Post by Liana on Jun 18, 2009 3:49:48 GMT -4
Liana managed to stop herself from slapping Harper a second time as he sat up suddenly, his wide eyes staring at her. When he had fallen back against the bed, she pushed his sweat soaked hair off his forehead. She felt a slight fever beneath his skin and sighed. He was going to have a rough time going cold turkey off the psych drugs. It made her think twice about leaving him on his own now.
Stop thinking then, she told herself. It was really the simplest way to solve the problem.
She went back to the desk and picked up the two hex bags she had made, frowning down at them as she had momentarily forgotten which one was which.
"Where are we?"
"Safe," Liana said, finally remembering which bag was for what, turning around, and tossing one of them to Harper. "At least for now," she added. "Safe is a relative term."
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 18, 2009 8:36:14 GMT -4
"Safe is a relative term."
Harper picked up the small bag that had landed next to him and looked it over trying to figure out what it was but the pounding in his head made it all but impossible to figure much out aside from the fact that he was sitting up on a bed, drenched in sweat...and blood.
Remembering the wounds along his abdomen Harper braved the idea and peeled off the tshirt and towel he had used as a make-shift bandage after he had put that strange liquid on his skin and as he peeled it away he was more then astounded to see that they were gone. They had been very much bleeding and he had been slowly bleeding to death only a few hours agi and now aside from a faint pink hue to the skin it was as if they had never been there at all. He brushed his fingers carefully behind his ear and found nothing but dried blood stuck to his hair.
"What did you..." Harper cut his own question off realizing he did nothing but ask questions around Liana. Instead he allowed his eyes to focus on the clothes she had tossed at him in the house that had made their way to "safe."
Harper forced himself up and out of the bed and stumbled over to the pile of clothes and picked them up and made his way to the shower.
"I feel disgusting," he explained before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
Setting the clothes down on the counter Harper caught his reflection for the first time in...well months actually and he stared at himself for a moment trying to recognize the eyes which stared back at him.
He looked like hell but then again he currently felt like hell so he was pretty sure that had something to do with the price of eggs.
Tearing himself away from the sink Harper turned on the water and peeled off what was left of his torn and bloody hospital clothes and stepped into the shower turning the water to as hot as he could stand it...and then a few notches hotter. He leaned against the cool shower tiles allowing the cold to sink into his heated flesh as the hot water burned against his back. A shower...un-monitored and not freezing was another thing that Harper had been without for oh...ever it felt like and he stayed put until the blood was washed away and the water turned ice.
Drying himself off and pulling the clean clothes Harper was pleased to see hie didn't look as much like death warmed over as he had before. After pulling on the shirt he racked his hands through his wet hair attempting to straighten so that he didn;t look like a crazy person before he pushed himself out of the confines of the bathroom and back over to the edge of the bed where he attempted to pull on the shoes which had been piled with the clothes.
"Thanks...for not killing me...and getting us to...safe as you put it," Harper said once he had situated the boots on his feet.
He caught snippets of her thoughts and feelings and he wasn't sure how long ago they had been from but he couldn't stop himself from asking.
"You're leaving?"
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