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Spelunking; Day Two, half an hour after the announcements
Topic Started: Sep 24 2010, 01:24 AM (4,063 Views)
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The thin warped sounds of distant voices echoed out of the tunnel entrance as Phil stood before the gaping maw, his brow furrowed in concentration. Although he wouldn't admit it Phil was afraid of many things but having said this the dark was not one of them. He had no illusions about being jumped by a strange axe murderer in his sleep or strange creatures pouring out of the black. He wasn't stupid though. If there was a killer in there it would be one of his classmates. It took a few minutes of listening for the hockey player to piece together the puzzle. If there were two voices there that would mean that either they weren't killers or they were a team of killers plotting their next attack. He thought the latter was pretty unlikely given the high pitched warble of the female voice. Resolute Phil strode in, listening carefully so as to find his way to the students.

It took him the greater part of a minute to spot the dim light of a torch beam within the network of tunnels. The two weren't actually that far from the entrance, it was simply difficult to navigate in the dark without signage. Phil didn't have his claws any more. In fact, Phil didn't have anything and this made him wary. Without an advantage and not knowing who was in the light he resolved to take a more mediated approach than he had in the past. Of course this line of thinking was after he rationalised the fear in his stomach. Truth be told he still was in shock after seeing Francine erupt in to flame. He'd seen his share of blood but never had he seen someone scream as Francine did and the smell, the smell of burning flesh was something he could not erase from his mind, despite only barely catching the scent as he fled.

Keeping to the shadows Phil resolved to call out. He tried to make himself seem as friendly as possible. Social games weren't one of his strong points but he hoped they wouldn't outright attack, run or anger him. For once in his life he prayed the reaction would be good.

"Hey, uh... guys. Phil here. I didn't hurt no one yet and sounds like you guys haven't either, just looking for the hockey team, you seen anyone? Hell is anyone from the team here?"

Although Phil had heard the announcements he hadn't paid any particular attention to them in his drowsy state at 6am that morning, nor did he know that Nick was one of the two who were mere metres away. All Phil knew is that there was one guy and one girl and neither of them looked like they were fighting for their lives.
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The bump wasn't even a jostle for Phil, he felt the contact but what stung more was the snarky voice of one Tom Guthrie. The boy's ruthless comedy had made fool of the hockey player more than once and the boy had always darted back in the schoolyard, making comments of how serious Phil was taking everything. Most people tended to shut up around the boy but Tom Guthrie wasn't one of them. Cranky from the haunted sleep of the last night and tired from the exhaustion of the previous days activities Phil whirled around to glare at Tom.

The skinnier boy was barely lit in the light and even with the taunts and the inconsiderate jibe that Tom delivered Phil might of stayed his hand but a flash of Jennifer's light lit up the sword clutched in Tom's hands and Phil moved. With nowhere to run and an audience of at least two he knew that now was the time to show he wasn't a school yard bully, he wasn't a murderer and he would help people. If Jen and Nick could see that he wasn't a bad guy maybe they'd help him find the Kronwalls. They surely would of united the other hockey players be now and formulating a plan to escape the clutches of this terrorist trap. It was a pity Phil hadn't heard the announcements, for if he did the course of events could of turned out very differently.

As things were however Phil had the chance, he thought, to play the hero and more importantly take sweet sweet revenge on someone who had always escaped his wrath in the schoolyard. "Don't think that pointy stick's going to save you Guthrie, you deserve this, and I ain't going to let you hurt anybody!" A brief smile crossed Phil's lips as he finished his sentence. Surely that last bit would make the others see that he was the good guy here and they would cheer him once he wrested the weapon from Tom's hands and made the boy surrender.

Pushing off from his heels Phil lunged at Tom, hoping to close the distance between the two to render the boy's reach useless.
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There is a certain frustration involved with trying to grapple someone nimbler than you who is armed with a reach weapon and Phillip Ward was experiencing a special kind of hell as he stormed forward only to jerk backwards with each swing of Tom's blade. He couldn't get close enough to grapple him without either getting cut by the sword or have Tom simply move out of the way.

Indeed there already had been a few close calls and Phil had only been saved by the fact Tom simply did not know how to use a bladed weapon correctly. The clumsy swings were easily dodged but caused Phil to be more and more uncertain about his plan of action. Suddenly Tom stepped backwards, seeming to take measure of Phil once more. Phil took advantage of the momentary lull in the combat and moved forth once again. With his back against the wall this time there was nowhere for Tom to go.

Phil never even saw the thrust coming. A sharp pain ripped his side as he felt the sword tear skin. His eyes widened in panic. Had he been stabbed? He didn't know, but the pain he felt was very real. He let out a cry and stumbled back clutching his side before slipping on the loose rocks at his feet and falling to the ground at Tom's feet, blood trickling from his wound. There was a thud as he impacted the stony ground and a brief flash of light burst behind Phil's eyes as he lost consciousness.
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When you pass out it isn't quite like sleeping. Your brain doesn't change it wave format and you don't dream. Instead you wake, unsure of how much time has passed, disorientated and confused. In Phil's case this was only half the problem. Groaning he held his hand to the back of his head. There was a large bump there. Nothing serious but enough that he felt a constant throbbing in the back of his head, and sharp pains everytime he moved.

A thin glancing light shone off to one side. Enough so he could make out a form in the darkness kneeling next to him but not much else. His side felt sticky and the burns from the day before still ached and sent thin shivers across his body. Phillip Ward was not in a good way. He felt like he could move but he didn't really want to. A thick wave of tiredness had wash across him and although his mind screamed at him to move, that the figure could be there to finish him off he could barely shift a few inches.

He opened his mouth to speak and croaked out a few words. "Who's there? Help me."

He hoped he had chosen right. That the shadowy figure before him was not the boy who lunged with his sword at Phil. He had only tried to protect others. He almost smiled at that. The schoolyard bully helping others, what a twist of fate. Still without finding anyone on the hockey team Phil had done it the only way Phil new. Beat up his opponents and make sure they didn't get close enough to beat up his team. He squinted trying to make out the movements of whoever was still with him. He couldn't see anyone else and it seemed like the person, whoever they were was rummaging through a bag, pulling something out. He hoped it wasn't a weapon.

A flash of white proved his fears unfounded, it was a bandage. They were there to help him. Right then and there Phil decided whoever it was, they would become his new team. He would protect them. Well, if he wasn't dying already and he wouldn't kill. That much he was sure about.

Phillip Ward was a coward, a brute and a bully. But he wasn't a murderer.
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Jen? Phil still couldn't make out the girl's face, his vision was all blurry but he felt soft arms brush up against him, gently wrapping the bandage around his midriff. She smelled nice.

"Jen... Romita?" He asked, the words croaking out of his mouth like each syllable had to be forcibly removed from his tongue. His whole mouth felt dry. Like he hadn't drank for days, like someone had drained him of all strength. He was completely at the mercy of this girl who patiently moved around him, bandaging the wound as best she could.

It was a strange feeling. On one level Phil had never felt so helpless in his life. Sharp bursts of pain coursed through his body from his wounds and pure exhaustion only compounded this. On another level he had never been treated so tenderly by any girl in his life. A welling feeling in his stomach made him relaxed and somehow it expanded outwards in a wave of feel-good vibes. It felt like everything was going to turn out fine.

His wounds were superficial but Phil had no idea, he wasn't sure if he was going to die then and there but a part of him, a part he had never really explored before reassured him that it would be alright. As long as Jen was there looking after him, it would be alright. His eyesight had become slightly sharper now. All he needed was rest, just a little for now. He felt his eyes drooping but he strained to keep them open, trying to make out the face of his saviour, his guardian, his angel.

Romita? No... it's Perez, fuck.

He frowned, his lips cracking and he wheezed out another sentence. "Jen Perez... I'm sorry I couldn't see."
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Phil groaned as Jennifer tied the bandage off. The sharp stinging pain from before was replaced with the dull throbbing of his wounds. The combination from the bruises that Charlotte had given him the day before, the burns from the flare and now the harsh cuts of Tom had taken it out of Phil. He was at his limit and he struggled to reply to Jennifer's query.

"I think. I think I'm fine. I just need to rest a little."

His eyes fluttered for a brief second before closing. He would just take a quick nap, a few minute at most and then he would help Jennifer get out of the tunnels and somewhere a little less dark. Phil slept.

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His eyes opened as Phil awoke from his dreamless sleep. It was dark, very dark. He sat up and winced. The pain of his wounds still ached, the feeling spreading across his body. He didn't feel like he was going to die anymore, so that was good. A low growling from his stomach gave rise to another basic need. Food. He wasn't sure where Jennifer was or how long he was asleep but he knew he needed to eat.

"Jen? Jen are you there?"

There was no immediate answer, and granted he hadn't spoke very loudly but Phil was a little cautious. Maybe she had left. He didnt' know.

Fumbling to one side he searched for a bag. It was only a few moments before he realised the bag had been positioned behind his head to form some sort of makeshift pillow. He smiled in the dark. Jennifer really was a sweet girl and the thought that she even considered doing that made Phil fell a little better. He carefully unzipped the duffel and pulled out one of the bread rolls, munching on the food before taking a swig of the water bottle to wash the food down. He was still hungry but it was better than nothing. Screwing the cap back on the bottle his ears perked up.

Careful footsteps were headed towards him. He froze for a second before moving to find a weapon, anything. Phil grabbed a small rock clutching it tight before calling out tentatively.

"Jen? Is that you?"
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Phil relaxed when he heard Jennifer's lilting tones respond to his query.

"Oh Jen, thats good." Phil stumbled over his words. He wanted to express his relief and how glad he was that Jennifer had come back but he was never one to be able to articulate what he wanted in the first place. In fact this very issue was probably why he resorted to violence when confronted with someone a little more quick witted.

"I'm good, yeah. How long have I been asleep?" He stood up, wincing slightly from the sudden shift of the bandages around his side. Bending down he gritted he teeth as he pulled out a torch from the pack. "We probably should get out of here, the exit isn't far from here."

Picking up the bag he started to walk to the exit before pausing. He turned back to Jennifer and scuffed his foot, eyes to one side. "Uh Jen... I, well, I." He tried so hard to think of the right words, this was important. "I, just wanted to say. Thanks. Yeah, thanks for back there. I owe you one. If your looking for someone I'll help you find them. I'll pay you back."

Phil nodded. It wasn't exactly the sentiment of undying gratitude he wanted to convey but it would have to do for now. He turned back and continued along the way slowly to the exit to the tunnel system. He hoped Jennifer would understand.
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