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Dare you to Move; Patch/Nic one on one R (violence)
Topic Started: Dec 28 2009, 06:13 PM (2,619 Views)
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His expression softened as she relented.

He took out a sanitised needle and surgical thread then, with a steady hand he stitched up the wound.

"One learns these things when on the field." He said calmly.

Then he applied clean bandages, finally wrapping her waist with gauze to secure the bandage. He took out a small syringe and a steralized needle filling the syringe with a diluted dose of morphine.

"To help with the pain." He continued.

When he finished, he cleaned up and disposed of the soiled bandages.



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"And one learns how to take it." She smiled darkly, sitting still as she felt the needle dig in and out of her flesh. The adrenalin was fading but natural endorphins were working their way to dull the pain in her side. Thankful when he finally finnished the job. Letting out a soft sigh, expecting it to finally be over. When Patch came at her with a needle filled with something she wasn't so sure of she tried to back off.

Her trust could only go so far.

"I dun need anythin more, I'm good, I'm good!" She hissed, unable to bare the strength to fight him. The drug hitting her hard after only a few moments. Lids drooping, feeling her limbs become heavy and all feeling leaving her.

She was in the perfect position to just simply be used. And she knew it. Under the mercy of the coyote, a male she barely knew and put her in this position. As much as her body wanted it she fought the urge to sleep. Crossing her arms over her still bare chest, drifting off.
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As much as she denied the need for the drug, he knew she could only hold out for so long. Her body required time to heal. He lay beside her on the blankets, pulling his pack over to make a makeshift pillow. He moved her head into the cradle of his arm as to not let it lay on the dirty floor.

He listened to her steady breathing and slowed heart beat. It would take time, but he knew he had to get her back to Mobotropolis. She needed medical attention, from a real doctor. The wound was deep, and infection was bound to happen. Despite his attempts at cleanliness.

His dreams were empty that night.

On occasion he woke up with a start, possibly due to a loud clap of thunder.

He slept soundly for the majority of the night, and woke as rays of sunlight filtered in through the door.
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She slept in a comatose like state. As much as she wanted to stay awake, to wait this out, she had to succumb to the call of sleep. The sweet lull left her with dark dreams. Her slow breathing and silence wasn't a good sign. Nuzzling into the warmth Patch offered her during the night. Even as thunder shook the foundation she never budged.

Unaware of the fever that came upon during the night. When morning came she still had no risen, her face was flushed beneath her fur, trembling from the inner chill. Hugging her body tightly to Patch's, so close her could feel her racing heart, the sweat that beaded on her brow.

Fighting to regain consciousness but a black veil kept her from awakening from the twisted dreams. There was no escaping the echoing laughter of her brother. Knowing she had failed, she was weak and pathetic.
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Patch woke with a start, and then relaxed. Yet his ease was not complete when he saw the girl covered in sweat, shaking, and murmuring in her sleep. Her pulse was weak, and she was barely breathing.

"Did I give her too much?" He thought, grabbing the bottle and double checking the dosage from the medical kit. No, he did not overdose her. Yet, he was scared. He packed his gear onto the bike, and checked the GPS. He was thankful for one thing, Robotnik did everything by GPS from locating his robots, to sending out communications. Using the still running satellites Patch was able to tap into them, and locate the nearest town. He could not take her to Mobotropolis now. It was too far away, and he wasn't sure if she would survive the trip. He had to get medical help for her, and he had to act fast.

After loading his gear, he lifted her up onto the bike, and sat her in front of him. Then, he sat behind her reaching around her to the handlebars, he rolled the bike out of the garage. The engine started and they raced off further north.

They would reach Westfield in under an hour.

Patch would only slow his pace when there was no other route, or when the road had been so broken up by the forest it was impossible to safely travel at the usual speed.

He arrived at the tiny hospital with the girl in his arms.

"Help. She needs help." He said.

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Her body was limp and easy to maneuver in her current state. Making only the softest sounds when she was lifted onto the bike. Even as dead weight she didn't way much more then an average Mobian. Twenty plus pounds? Either way she wouldn't give Patch much of a challenge. Leaning into his chest as they drove off. He would have to be careful she didn't slip and suddenly fall off the bike going at full speed. Luck was on Patch's side today, the weather had cleared up nicely since the storm and the patch held little more then natural obstacle.

Upon reaching the small town several of the locals came to greet the two, only to be passed up as patch made a straight path to the small hospital. Nothing compared to the city, but the building would hold their needs.


The head doctor would greet Patch first, an elder lynx with dark rimmed glasses, pressed and clean suit, something about him demanded respect. His dark hazel eyes examined the two, but his attention more on the female that lay in a still heap in the coyote's arms. "Lets get a gurney out here." Behind him a flurry of action, removing his glasses and tucking them into his pocket.

"Details." He snapped at Patch, a female chameleon quickly wheeled out the bed, taking Nic from Patch's arm and resting upon the stiff gurney. Taking her to one of the small rooms in the back. The lynx following behind the nurse. The room they were lead into was small, just enough to fit the four of them. Slipping on his gloves as he listened to what Patch had to tell him. Quickly working to get antibiotics within the weasel's body. Her wrapping being carefully removed.
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"We were attacked" He began. Then he told the doctor his tale, leaving out any incriminating parts.

Then, he sat down in the waiting room. He looked out the windows at the town. It was a small town, comfortably set at the foothills of the Great Mountains. There was a friendliness about the place that made him want to stay. He walked to a small cafe and bought himself a coffee and doughnut. Then, he returned to the lobby waiting for news from the doctor.



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He knew there was plenty Patch was leaving out, including their real names. But under the oath he had taken, he could not turn them away nor deny them help. Promising to do what he could to help out the weasel. 24 hours. They would require to have under a watch to make sure she took to the drugs and medication. The infection wasn't around long enough to do any lasting damage, but it was dangerous none the less. Any possiblity of it returning needed to be stomped out.

Patch was allowed to go about his own business for the time being.

Children and women roamed the small town, it seemed rather primative compared to the bustling city of Mobotropolis. The men worked in the feilds a mile or so away or worked the woods and going as far as to tending to small domisticated animals. Several of the local children had srrounded the coyote's motorcycle, touching and admiring it in awe. It was something that was rarely seen here. It was obvious the newcomers came from the big city, perhaps they knew of Sonic the Hedgehog?

While Patch waited he would notice a figure carefully trying to slip closer to him. Another chameleon. It seemed their were many roaming about here. A slim, young teen with golden brown hair that cascaded down her back. Her skin a similar gold. She wore a jean vest and matching blue jeans. Unlike the normal attire of the others which was usually a dress for the girls and loose white and brown vests for boys.
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Patch listened to the doctor's prognosis, and then walked outside. He took a walk around the small square, and admired the buildings. When he saw the kids around the bike he shooed them away. It was odd, he hated being so obvious.

He heard the chameleon before he saw her. He checked his gear and looked at the maps.

"Can I help you?" He asked cooly, not looking up.

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She nearly stumbled over herself when Patch acknowleged her presense without even looking up. Rubbing the back of her head, a light blush in her cheeks. Clasping her hands together she made a slight bow before speaking up. "I, uh, noticed you drive into the city." Well duh. "I, so, where's your friend?" Her arms locking behind her back now, keeping her distance from the canine but she still curiously pushed herself onto her tiptoes to get a look at what he was looking at. Taking walk around him, trying to seem casual. Stopping and turning on her heels to face him. Her startling yellow and blue eyes on him.

"I don't see her around.." Seeming to want to come to some point but continued to beat around the bush. Quirking her head, waiting only a few moments for him to answer. "Would you like a tour of the town?"
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His ears followed her as she walked around him. He smiled as she stumbled over her words. She was young, about sixteen, he guessed. He put his gear away, securing it to the bike before turning his head to look at her.

"I would like that." He said.

Thing was, he needed, no, wanted a distraction. Something to get his mind off of the girl that was near death and the guilt he felt for putting her into that situation. Guilt. This was new. If he felt guilt, then would it be possible for him to feel other emotions as well?

He never really thought about it before. He followed her, listening as she talked about each place. He also made a mental note as to where it was, and the significance of that place to him.

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She was beaming when he agreed to come along. Waiting for him to finish tending to his own needs she motioned for him to follow, once he was close enough behind her she marched off, a spring in her step and purpose looming over her head. Showing him town square, nothing amazing but a bronze fountain in the shape of a wolf tossing its head back and letting out a mighty howl. Town hall was a stones throw away, a building built of stone and wood. The homes that littered the streets were still in great condition, one could tell they were each done by hand and the sweat of a hard laborers brow.

The people of Westfeild were simple workers and nothing more. Taking him to the tailors, the cobblers, the bakery. The last stop was an out of the way little shop. Perhaps not even that. The structure looked unsound, a shack really that only had a white blanket covering the front.

"Come on!" She motioned for him to follow, disappearing inside.
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Common sense would have told him to not follow the girl into the unknown abode. Common sense would have him make up some excuse and return to the hospital. However, Patch tended to ignore common sense over curiosity. Anyway, he still had the gun on his persona. Loaded and ready to go just in case things got dicey.

He followed the girl in, keeping his guard up.

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Behind the white blanket was revealed a whole different world. The small shack was simply a front for what the girl had hidden. Shelves filled with foreign items, glass and wooden figures, crystal vials, the sweet smell of burning incense filled the air. Dragons blood. In the middle of the room sat a small wooden table covered in bright silk scarves. Several decks of cards sat on a shelf above, an overused crystal ball sat alone in the corner. A massive green crystal pendulum hung right over the exact center of the table. Good luck charms lay scattered around the floor, odd images on the walls, all depicting ancient deities and gods mingling with mortals.

There were plenty of jade idols of frogs, cats, and monkeys.

"Take a seat." Her tone soft but demanding. Turning to him and motioning to the empty pair of chairs.
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Intrigued Patch sat down. It had been a while since he had his fortune read, and he thought the whole thing a novel distraction. He leaned forward elbows on the table, fingers laced, as he watched the chameleon.

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The girl waited for him to take a seat before fetching three decks of cards. Returning to the table she laid them out in front of Patch and waited. "Pick your deck, but be warned, try as you might you can not deny fate." She wiggled her finger at him, giving him a slight wink. When the coyote picked out his deck she took the other two and placed them back from once they came. Removing the cards from his chosen deck she handed them over to him.

"Shuffle them and think of three questions. You mustn't take it lightly either, the Great One's are always watching, always listening." She would give the canine some time to think it all over, going over to fetch a few more things. Putting out the current incense, taking her time to shift through the scents. Something that fit him. Laughing when she returned and send down three identical colored incense cones. Placing them on a medium sized silver dish. She lit the first one and almost instantly the previous scent was overcome by the new, thick and rich scent of the new burning wick. Spicy with an almost hypnotic undertone. The smell seemed to match the newcomer. She found it humorous which one she had chosen.

Opium incense.

It acted like a drug to help calm his nerves and relax him. "Are you ready?" She tied her long golden waves back, taking a seat and opening up her palm to him to deposit the cards in.
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Patch thought of three questions.

"Where is it?"

"What is it?"

"How can I defeat it?"


He was feeling drowsy. As if he had drunk an exotic concoction. He blinked and rubbed his eye. He was tired. He yawned before stretching his legs under the table and folding his hands behind his head, sliding down into the chair gazing at her. His stare seemed to go beyond her skin, as if he was looking deep within her very soul.

Did she not realize who her guest was?

He smirked.




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She was no mind reader, she had no idea what his questions were. She had no idea what kind of person he was either. In truth she had assumed his questions would be around the girl who lay in the hospital ward under heavy sedation. Taking a seat she did not shuffle the deck or she would risk giving the wrong reading. She could feel the soft hum under her fingers, channeling into the flow of Chaos. She could do this.

She placed four cards down in three piles. Each to answer his question. Lets hope she didn't mess this up. Putting the rest of the cards to the side, her fingers tapped each pile trying to decided which way to start from. Left to right or right to left. Right then.

The first card she flipped showed his representation. King of Swords: A man of volatile temperament. A born fighter and ruler. A person in complete command. Self-mastery. Expertise. A person who prefers action to reflection - above all, dramatic, decisive action.

She looked up at him, his scarred eye. Right. She turned over the next card, it showed a king wrapped in excessive jewelry. Her eyes narrowed. "First I see your past. It holds a tormented past filled with a dark and twisted tormentor." Tail twitching as she could feel nothing but darkness. Revealing the next card to be one of a male on a horse, scepter in hand. Father of woes. Simply more pain she shook her head at. The next card was one of a Forrest similar to the one that surrounded them. Something cold prickled at the back of her neck. In the middle of the image was a pair of wolves locked in a near battle. It meant he had "It's close, either in distance or in time. You don't have long, you must stay strong." Why is it after you? It's closing in.

The Beast of the Wild. The first card she flipped revealed a massive shadowy beast as it drew a fair madame into its grasp and chomped her between powerful jaws and ivory fangs. Powerful, unrelenting. She wasn't sure if this was his representation or the one of which sought him out. 'If its the latter..' "It's Mobian, possibly. A beast even in our eyes. But it's possible this could represent a deep and meaningful journey rather then an actual figure. A moment that will come and you must bare." Or a truly terrible creature bent on using the coyote. From there each card only seemed to be darker, filled with more beasts. The last one showed a Young Prince holding a cup overflowing with thorny plants. "Bound to royalty. A leader, A powerful figure." She added and nothing else.

The last deck showed a male dangling over a bed of Swords. But the card was oddly upside down."Retreat from the battlefield of life. A rest from the conflicts with colleagues or competitors. Calm in the storm. Self-imposed exile." She looked him in the eye when she spoke. "This can be taken one way or another. You must NOT pull herself away from others, you will need friends in this. For what reason, I can't say. But you must do the opposite from what it tells." Flipping the next one revealed a female vixen with her arms held together in prayer before her, though fires raged in the background. "You'll find someone who will help, if not very willingly." The next one she flipped made her blink rapidly. She spread the card and found she had accident placed two down on top of each other. The Lovers and five golden cups that overflowed down to the last standing cup. "Romantic passion. Amorous attachment. The stages of love: discovery, attraction, pursuit, flirtation, courtship and consummation. The gifts of Aphrodite: beauty, youth, dalliance and delight. Serious, but not irreversible mistake. A betrayal born of lack of faith. Beauty found and lost, where ugliness was expected."

The last card was Death. She frowned and held it up to him. It should be obvious enough. "I am not sure how, but one will have to die to solve your question."
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He watched as she foretold his future from his past. He showed little emotion, even as she revealed the final card. He was familiar with the tarot, and used to amuse himself when he was younger at trying to predict various outcomes with it.

"Death doesn't necessarily mean "death" in a literal sense. It also signifies change. " He said calmly, his accent now quite thick due to the sensation of drowsiness brought on by the Opium scented incense.

He leaned forward in the chair.

"You have been most insightful chere." He remarked languidly with a roguish smile.

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"Well that's true too." Biting her lip she took a closer look at the card. She only assumed the worse based on the reading, then again she was always one who looked on the brighter side. Perhaps it was just how everything else looked she feared the worst. Her gaze on him again, a light flush in her cheeks. Cracking him a small smile, glad she could help.

"Thanks. I try my hardest. I really hope I helped you. But wait a moment." She held up her hand as she got up and rummaged around in the back shelves. Fishing out a long leather strap and hanging from it was a thin piece of silver. Inscribed on one side was a symbol for 'Luck' and on the other side was the symbol for 'Safe'. Returning to the table she closed in on Patch, hesitating before slipping the good luck charm around his head and neck.

"I made it myself."
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Patch looked at it, then seized her wrist. He pulled her close to him, before he kissed her deeply. He reached around and embraced her tightly as his tongue ran along hers.

"Be careful little girl." He murmured.



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The moment he gripped her wrist her spines bristled behind her, the color of her skin darkened to gold and rippling blacks. Her gasp was lost on his lips, blinking rapidly as she felt his tongue invade her mouth. Swallowing thickly as her tongue pulled back, cheeks darkening red. Her heartbeat racing against his chest. Breaking the kiss when he spoke, staring at him with bewilderment. "I..-" Where did that come from? She could blame it on the incense, right? Trying to pull away from his grip.

"Sir, let go."
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He stood up, still holding onto her wrist, as he made his way out past the entrance of the tent. Then, once free of that place, he let her go.
He had made a careful mental map of his location, and quickly made his way back to the hospital.

He was perplexed by the girl's fortune.

He kept it to himself as he sat down on a chair next to Nic's bed. He took her hand in his as he watched her sleep.

"Romantic passion. Amorous attachment. The stages of love: discovery, attraction, pursuit, flirtation, courtship and consummation."

He did see it in his minds eye, her curiosity about him and his fascination with her could only lead them to a path that neither was prepared to tread. He kept his heart to himself.

"I'll take you home cheri." He said softly. "When dawn comes, I'll take you back to your home."


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She fought him the whole way, "where are you taking me?" Hissing at him till she was released. Rubbing her wrist she watched him leave. Did she do something wrong? So much for giving him a freebie. Turning around she returned back to her tent to rethink the fortune she gave him. Either way he would not be welcome back.

No one gave Patch a second look when he entered. Mostly because he was too intimidating to bother.


Nic was still fast asleep. Her vitals were steady, the fever was gone, the color back in her cheeks. By next morning, perhaps even come nightfall, she would be fine. Till then the Lynx made a habit of showing on the hour every hour. Being such a small town there was little more to do with his time.

Her ears twitched when Patch spoke, turning her face in the direction of his voice. Still within the deepest recesses of sleep she smiled.
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As the night wore on, Patch had eaten very little, choosing to stay beside the sleeping weasel. His hand rarely leaving hers for a moment, before returning to her side. His head resting on the bed, as he slept.

His dreams were empty.

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