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From: Maxamillian and Sam
The Rescue
An unrelenting scream of terror and rage erupts from the building, just as a peel of thunder echoes through the area. The hard driving rain ruthlessly pounds down on the pore unfortunate few to be caught in its wake. The harsh roaring of the rain as it strikes the gravid street, nearly deafens Maxamillian Van Helsing as he stridently limps toward the tall ominous building. Stupid fucking bitch… His tortured knee screeches as it is forced to bend. Maliciously as if in response to its rough treatment it sends white-hot searing pain up his leg and in to the back of his head. AHHH…. The brash young bitch is going to pay for this night… He pauses in his movement as a man steps out of the shadow of a rain tortured tree. Tensely they eye each other. Maxamillian his thick white hair clinging tightly to his wrinkled hansom face clinches his fingers around his elegantly carved oak cane, ready for an attack. Sam curls his fingers around the perlesent handle of his 9mm glock, a muscle in his cheek twitches spasmaticly.
A scream of pain and anger slices through the roaring rain, punctuated by a flash of white light and teeth rattling thunder. Both men snap their heads looking at the dilapidated building, breaking the potential threat. Both men take a step toward the decaying structure, then stop eyeing each other again. In conjunction as if of a like mind say “Terrie…?”
Maxamillian nods as his knee groans in protest as he rushes in to the building, with Sam following close behind. They stop as they let their eyes grow accustomed to the pitch-blackness that envelops them mere feet from the entrance. “How do you know Terrie?” Maximillian hisses to Sam as both men wait for their eyes to adjust.
“I practically raised her after she left her father,” Sam says quietly as he moves deeper in to the building. He pulls out his gun keeping it close to his body. “How do you know her?!”
“I was the one who got her free from the robbery charges and took her under my wing” Max groans as he follows closely behind Sam.
The wooden floor erreily creaks as they move down the hall. They stop to listening at a door when a soul-rending scream comes from above. Quickly the two men look up and down the hallway for the stairs.
Heading deeper in to the umberal darkness the two men find a crumbling stair well. Boards hand precariously by small rusting nails. The first Five steps having fallen, through to the floor below create a spike filled pit. Wearily the two men approach the yawning gap in the floor.
“We are going to have to jump to the stair.” Sam says looking at Maxamillian limping. “You should stay here sir.”
“Don’t you be giving me lip young man. I certainly hear it enough from that impetuous lass.” He says nodding up as he takes a few pain filled running steps, then leaps to the stair. His hand desperately grasps the hand railing as his knee gives way with a sickening pop. Clenching his teeth he hobbles up the steps.
“Tenacious old bastard,” Sam run and jumps for the stair. He lands with a loud thud. The stair groans as the nails bend, as Sam’s foot slips causing him to go to a knee. His hand lashes out to the handrail to stable himself. He hobbles up to Maxamillian who was waiting at the bend in the stairs.
Max smiles with tears of pain streaming down his face. “Now you see how it feels to be doing this on injured knees.” Suddenly he pushes down on his out stretched knee causing it to make a sickening bone grating crack as he puts it back in to place. A whimper if pain escapes his tight white lipped mouth.
Sam hakes his head in empathy as he watches the man reset his knee. “We need to hurry.”
“Give me a moment … you can’t do this alone…” Max, says gasping. He takes several deep meditative breaths then forces him self to his feet. He gasps at the pain in his knee as he puts more weight on it.
“Hey man you need to say off that knee per haps you should stay here.” Sam says looking concerned.
Max vigorously shakes his head at the thought. He diligently starts up the four flights of stairs. Quietly cursing Terrie. May be I should cut my losses… she is not that important I sill have her sister to help… certainly her sister is easier to handle…
From above loud pounding reverberates down the stair well, as the two men reach the third set of stairs. Soon after gun shots shatter the air. Both men quicken their pace. The violent sounds continue as the reach the fourth floor. Twin streams of tears pour down Maxamillian's pain filled face as he looks down the darkened hallway. Suddenly the sound stops.
Quickly the two men hobble to an open door. Inside Terrie is bound by leathers and chains, striped completely nude. Many cut at bruise mares her white skin. A movement draws their attention away from the helpless form of Terrie. Out side the window they see an ivory white face smile. “‘Tis that is twice I hath saved her life” the shadowy figure says as he leaps away carrying an inert form. The two men rush to the open window. Scanning the nearby building they see nothing in the darkness.
Maxamillian cursing hobbles over to Terrie to help her get free from the torturous restraints.
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