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Aetos sits up, looking to the plastic syringe in his hand, it still in one piece and its contents safe. He then looks down, seeing a bit of glass with warning markings on it under and near Drake's head. "Sound the alarm! We've got a containment breach!" He stands, putting the syringe into the case and reaching down to drag Drake to his feet by the back of his collar. Drake, for his part, was reeling from both the fall and what had happened afterwards. The vial that had been in his hand hit the floor in just the right way that with the combination of his and Aetos' body weight did what it was designed not to do--shatter. Also by chance it ha

Drake was very tired. At his insistence Isa had drawn more and more samples of blood from him. He gave as much as he could without threat, much more than a normal sample or donation. So much that his head was swimming and he was a bit dizzy. She wouldn't draw any more even though he didn't think they had enough. Plus the more blood taken from the body the more would have to be replaced, hopefully with uninfected blood. But everyone agreed that T.W.B. virus had reproduced in his body, infecting every cell even if it couldn't mutate it. Everyone had been called back to the lab to work on this new development. While for his part Drake got to res

Darkness everywhere. Light stolen from the world and replaced with nothing but darkness. Suddenly a flash of light, but not light. White. White in the black, in the darkness. White, like bone, white. White, so pale, white in the blackness of the darkness. Sharp white of teeth and claws, and then red. Blood. Red dripping blood, causing sound in the void of the black of the darkness of the Ever-night. A rattle, the sound of death coming, around the corner, behind the door. Death, the silence and the darkness of the Black Ever-night. Red blood, dripping from white teeth in the flash of the attack… Drake jerks, the hand on his shoulder a ph

Drake leaned against the wall of the area as chaos reigned around him. Monkey-spider hybrids that could rewind the local space time to heal wounds trapped in an endless cycle of trying to survive poison gas. Labyrinth guards seeing phantom images as the insanity of a God was released upon their mortal minds. And he just stood there, watching as the man he had just 'fought' floated up into the sky and right through the room with two Deities. One of which had been the person who brought the doctor to this forsaken city in the first place. Drake had given up his best chance of freedom for the sake of duty, and a thin hope. As a doctor he had a

PM OCT Match One The low creak of the house settling. The harsh moan of a hard wind against the window. The deep shadows barely held back by a small nightlight plugged into the wall near the bed. The sudden pop as the bulb burns out, removing the last line of defense against the things in the darkness. Glowing red eyes at the foot of the bed, a low rattle that was a combination of bones and air trapped in failing lungs. The flash of white in the pale moonlight as it attacks… Drake suddenly wakes up, biting back the scream as he tries to catch his breath, eyes closing again. The nightmare was familiar, it had plagued his childhood for a

PMT OCT Entry Story Drake places his hands under the faucet and hot water comes out right away. He rinses for a moment before getting some soap from an automated dispenser nearby, washing not just his hands but a little past his wrists as well. He is almost through when another man steps up to the adjacent sink. "You ready Evermore? When was the last time you actually went into someone's chest?" Drake glances over and shakes his head lightly as he steps back from the sink, shaking his hands off some. "I'm ready Evans, and it may have been a while since I was in surgery, but you asked for my help for a reason." "Damn right I did; I need an