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<blockquote data-quote="HeapThaumaturgist" data-source="post: 1771209" data-attributes="member: 12332"><p><strong>Nature of the Beast</strong></p><p></p><p>Doc had slunk, snuck, and generally <strong>stealthed</strong> her way to the dais and, from there, onto the cart with Nikola Tesla's personal effects. It had been rather easy to avoid the people stampeding toward the exits, and even the guards and Mordecai, owing to her much-superior night vision.</p><p></p><p>Now she lay in wait, knowing that eventually one or more of Little Mickey's thugs would have to make a move on the Tesla artifacts. When they did, she'd be ready for them.</p><p></p><p>Sure enough, within seconds a man crept out from the back-stage area and <strong>groped</strong> his way toward the cart. Doc watched him come with smug satisfaction, and nestled deeper into her hunting blind. The thug grabbed the cart with one hand and began dragging it, <strong>crawling</strong>, back toward the rear. He was as disadvantaged as Mordecai and the guard, and the bullets whizzing back and forth through the darkness kept him timid and low to the ground. Doc waited patiently for him to drag her and the items into the back room, drumming her nails on soft leather.</p><p></p><p>Finally the time to strike drew nigh. The mafioso drew a flashlight and began playing it over the objects on the cart, obviously looking for one in particular. <strong>Suddenly</strong>, he drew back with an oath as, from an old pair of boots, a furred form darted out at his hand. He yelped as small, razor-sharp teeth <strong>pierced</strong> his skin and drew blood. In the flailing light of his torch he could see that his attacker ... was a <strong>ferret</strong>!</p><p></p><p>He mumbled something in his native tongue and laughed at himself; <em>scared, of a ferret</em>? Casually he backhanded the little terror off of the cart, fully expecting it to <strong>run</strong> for cover the first chance it got. He turned his back and returned to looking for his prize.</p><p></p><p>A hiss behind him was his first inkling of a mistake.</p><p></p><p>He whirled in time to see the ferret double ... tripple ... <strong>quadruple</strong> in size in the space of two breaths. The fearsome beast grew so quickly that, under its deepening rumble, he could hear the <strong>wet</strong> crackling sounds of unnaturally expanding skin and tendon. Like a half-remembered bogart from a nightmare, the grotesque thing rose on two legs, all silken <strong>fur</strong> and <strong>teeth</strong> and <strong>claws</strong>. His last human instinct was to scream in confused, primal terror ... a reaction cut short as Doc Marten's claws tore his throat to bloody <strong>ribbons</strong> of flesh. </p><p></p><p>Doc's darker side exulted only a moment over her kill, her prey, before she turned toward the stage. Another prey animal lay beyond the door, and she would kill it, bite its vulnerable <strong>neck</strong> with her her razor teeth ...</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately she missed the first thug's partner ... and his taser.</p><p></p><p><strong>ZZZZT!!</strong></p><p></p><p>She heard something in Serbian as the darkness swirled in ... </p><p></p><p>"<em>What the hell was THAT?</em>"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="HeapThaumaturgist, post: 1771209, member: 12332"] [b]Nature of the Beast[/b] Doc had slunk, snuck, and generally [b]stealthed[/b] her way to the dais and, from there, onto the cart with Nikola Tesla's personal effects. It had been rather easy to avoid the people stampeding toward the exits, and even the guards and Mordecai, owing to her much-superior night vision. Now she lay in wait, knowing that eventually one or more of Little Mickey's thugs would have to make a move on the Tesla artifacts. When they did, she'd be ready for them. Sure enough, within seconds a man crept out from the back-stage area and [b]groped[/b] his way toward the cart. Doc watched him come with smug satisfaction, and nestled deeper into her hunting blind. The thug grabbed the cart with one hand and began dragging it, [b]crawling[/b], back toward the rear. He was as disadvantaged as Mordecai and the guard, and the bullets whizzing back and forth through the darkness kept him timid and low to the ground. Doc waited patiently for him to drag her and the items into the back room, drumming her nails on soft leather. Finally the time to strike drew nigh. The mafioso drew a flashlight and began playing it over the objects on the cart, obviously looking for one in particular. [b]Suddenly[/b], he drew back with an oath as, from an old pair of boots, a furred form darted out at his hand. He yelped as small, razor-sharp teeth [b]pierced[/b] his skin and drew blood. In the flailing light of his torch he could see that his attacker ... was a [b]ferret[/b]! He mumbled something in his native tongue and laughed at himself; [i]scared, of a ferret[/i]? Casually he backhanded the little terror off of the cart, fully expecting it to [b]run[/b] for cover the first chance it got. He turned his back and returned to looking for his prize. A hiss behind him was his first inkling of a mistake. He whirled in time to see the ferret double ... tripple ... [b]quadruple[/b] in size in the space of two breaths. The fearsome beast grew so quickly that, under its deepening rumble, he could hear the [b]wet[/b] crackling sounds of unnaturally expanding skin and tendon. Like a half-remembered bogart from a nightmare, the grotesque thing rose on two legs, all silken [b]fur[/b] and [b]teeth[/b] and [b]claws[/b]. His last human instinct was to scream in confused, primal terror ... a reaction cut short as Doc Marten's claws tore his throat to bloody [b]ribbons[/b] of flesh. Doc's darker side exulted only a moment over her kill, her prey, before she turned toward the stage. Another prey animal lay beyond the door, and she would kill it, bite its vulnerable [b]neck[/b] with her her razor teeth ... Unfortunately she missed the first thug's partner ... and his taser. [b]ZZZZT!![/b] She heard something in Serbian as the darkness swirled in ... "[i]What the hell was THAT?[/i]" [/QUOTE]
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