Day 109; Video 005

[bostonhowler]

[Her body slams into the ground and her communicator turns on without her knowledge. The sun is setting, and the picture is dim.

There's blood splashed over it, and dripping past it from the injuries on her arm. Harsh panting comes over the line. Another hand, the fingers snapping back into alignment without any help reaches out.

Static covers the screen, and then comes back, covered with red hair with forming bruises blossoming on the pale skin. Blood drips off her nose, a tear follows it.

Brigid is trying to move, trying to get up, but there's a creak and she whimpers. The wind blows her hair back - strands stick to her face, in the blood, and against the bruises.

Static covers the screen again, blocking out the horrific mess her face is, and the black blood she just puked up. When it comes back on, she's mid-sentence and weak.]

--eed help. Derek, pl --

[The feed cuts out and doesn't turn back on.]


[OOC: Derek will be picking her up and taking her back to the lighthouse, she's not at the fountain and isn't sure where she is... so, she can try to talk.]

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[hung_garian]

[Well, they hadn't exactly gotten along before, but he feels a little bad just leaving her.]

If you're gonna die, [static] turn down the volume? Some of us are trying to sleep.

[....which doesn't mean he'll actually act like he's at all concerned. He enjoys scaring her, even if now is really not the time.]

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[bostonhowler]

[The cough is wet and probably contains more blood. She's not doing well.]

D-Derek?

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[hung_garian]

Even better.

[Or would be, perhaps, if he were actually going to help. The cough only seems to bore him further.]

Might wanna get some Strepsils for that cough, honey.

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[bostonhowler]

Punctured l--

[The video cuts out and there's static.]

--e fine.

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[hung_garian]

[There's silence on his end for a moment. It's not a glitch, but he'd prefer her to think it is.]

You don't sound fine. Tell y-- [this time his silence is because of the static, which she'd probably rather hear than him, tbh.] call me. But only if, you hear? I'm talking last resort here, kid, I'm not the emergency services - that's what this Derek schmuck's for.

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[mentis]

Heavens. [ Have a startled and worried Charles Xavier on the other end of the feed. ] Are you -- -- -- someone come to find you?

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[bostonhowler]

[She's slipping in and out, wounds still actively bleeding.]

--eed Derek. Alpha.

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[mentis]

How do we find -- ?

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[bostonhowler]

[Her other arm appears in the picture. The claw marks on it have exposed bone in a few small places.]

-- ighthou --

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[mentis]

[ It's a good thing he's not squeamish or he might have lost the contents of his stomach from that alone. ]

Try not to -- that much. -- still.

[runboyrun]

Brigid? Holy shit, Brigid!

[The video feed wobbles then rights itself as he pretty much trips over himself standing.]

Are you okay- Okay, don't answer that, that's a stupid question. What happened?

[bostonhowler]

[Stiles. Another tear. Because Stiles means Derek and that means she can get some pain relief.]

Alpha. [The feed cuts out again.] -an away.

[runboyrun]

[He flicks his device a few times, like that's gonna help.]

Jesus, and he did that to you? Was it Deucalion?

[Suddenly he looks a whole lot more freaked out.]

Brigid, please tell me Deuc's not here.

[bostonhowler]

[She tries to shake her head, but that doesn't help.]

No.

[The audio cuts out but her mouth is still moving. When it cuts back in, she's obviously been talking.]

-kus. I [More static.] Punishment.

[runboyrun]

--s Good! I mean, that-- terrible.

[He flicks it again, then gives it a shake. Which really won't accomplish much more than giving Brigid motion sickness.]

-want me to -- get you?

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[lightgunhustler]

Brigid?!

[Holy crap.]

What the hell--?! [There's static, cutting her off momentarily.] Where are you?!

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[bostonhowler]

[Brigid hisses in a breath.]

Stay aw-- Derek.

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[lightgunhustler]

Derek? What about Derek?

[The name is common enough; if Brigid is referring to a specific Derek in the Cape, Jo hasn't met him yet.

Stay away?]

You need hel--

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[bostonhowler]

Coming. Will help.

[She knows he will. She knows it.]

Be fine.

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[lightgunhustler]

Are you sure?

[She's not sure she's comfortable leaving that up to chance.]

... you need to let us know when he gets there. So people know you're safe.

[packpapa]

[ Out on a run across the beach, Derek slows as he takes note of the few seconds of feed before it cuts out completely to dead static, but even without it he would know that scent anywhere, and when he catches it on the breeze, he turns around and heads straight for her without a second thought.

The feed didn't allow him to see much, but he's seen enough to know the sooner he finds her, the better, and he's ready to rip someone's throat out for the state she's in.

In his beta form, running as fast as he can make his legs go, it doesn't take him long to reach the opposite end of the beach, finding her in a heap by the docks with the scent of blood thick in the air.

Slowing, he approaches carefully, holding his hands out as if to show he's not going to hurt her, even though his nails are extended with the thought of a threat nearby, he crouches by her, face tight with rage and concern. ] Brigid?

[bostonhowler]

[She cracks open blood encrusted eyes. Her face is a mess, her clothing worse. Everything is bloody and slashed to shreds. Brigid swallows, flinching back for a moment.

His scent reaches her quickly and she tries to take a deep breath, but it hurts too much. She manages to roll her head and cough out... something. She doesn't even notice now.]

Derek? Alpha... I challenged.

[There's tears in her eyes, because she doesn't know what to do or say. She's been tossed out of her pack for a lot of reasons, and not the least of which is that she took on the Alpha.]

[packpapa]

[ The black blood from her body trying to heal itself terrifies him with worry, because it's never a good sign, but he doesn't have access to anything here that can help heal a wound from an alpha more effectively.

As soon as the words are out, Derek is kneeling do by her side, his hands gingerly touching where he can't see bruises or blood, and there's instantly black veins creeping up his arms where he's absorbing what pain he can to help.

His voice is soft, a little broken from where he's trying to keep a strong front for her sake, and he wants to gather her into his arms and take her somewhere he knows is safe, but he also doesn't want to cause her more pain. ]

It's okay. You're safe. I'm here. [ Carefully drawing her hair back from her face, which comes away soaked in blood, he shifts out of the way behind her ears. ] Where's the worst of it?

[bostonhowler]

[The loss of some of the pain drains some of the tension away. She takes a breath that isn't hitched with pain, or with blood. She never thought it would be this bad. She's fought with other wolves before - pack squabbles are normal - but she's never been so thoroughly trounced by anyone.]

He broke my leg, my ribs.

[Without some of the pain her voice is steadier.]

Rest is minor.

[packpapa]

[ He growls at the mere thought of someone doing this to her, but he's already looking at the state of her leg, eyeing up her front as if he can see through her shirt. ]

I need to get you back to the lighthouse. [ He pushes himself up back into a crouch, arms wavering awkwardly as he tries to figure out the best, quickest way to be the most efficient at scooping her further. ] Are you okay to let me lift you?