Post by White Mimic on May 18, 2015 15:16:02 GMT -5
“Which way are we going?” Pierce kept pace behind Garuda, keeping an eye out behind him while the two made their way down to the coast. Having been locked in a cell in a single zone of a marine base for so long, the fishman was wildly unfamiliar with the rest of the city and had to rely on Garuda’s sense of direction. “Doesn’t matter! We just gotta find the docks is all, wherever they are.” Garuda was just as unfamiliar with this part of the town as Pierce was it seemed, but he at least had the advantage of knowing what it all looked like, and the general vicinity of the docks. Maybe. “We’ll look for them when we’ve got a bit of distance between us and-”
He was cut off by the blaring of sirens started to scream out from the walls of the base they were leaving behind. The two escapees both looked back at the base now some distance behind them before momentarily looking at each other. “Shit! Just go!” Swinging his limping leg ahead of the other at a more violent rate, Garuda continued down the small street with Pierce picking up the rear. He didn’t seem that worried about the marines even with the wound in his leg, Syph’s friend here, rather he seemed a bit more concerned about getting Pierce out of the reach of the marines. Understandable, since the fishman was Garuda’s biggest lead on Jay.
They continued down through the smaller residential streets, keeping relatively quiet as they rushed away from the base. Granted, with the blaring klaxons shrieking from the walls, it didn’t matter if the pair were cautious or not at this point. The city around the base was likely to rouse from its slumber either way. The pair twisted through the back streets, turning this way and that as they made their way down to the sea. Anything they could do to keep from being seen by pursuing forces, both made a particular effort to accomplish.
Throughout their flight, Pierce kept getting more glimpses of slivers of the oceanic horizon against the night sky between the streets and roofs before them. A thought had occurred to the fishman that, perhaps or perhaps not, Garuda might have tapped into already. The ultimate goal for both of them was to reach the docks, but all they really needed to do was get to the water, and Pierce could manage the rest. Hardly any surface vessel that Pierce was familiar with could possibly match his own marine speed. If he had made it to the water, assuming a tag-along rider in Garuda, he could still manage to make it to the docks without being followed. Certainly not closely enough that the three of them, Pierce, Garuda, and Syph, could be overtaken before meeting up with Jasmine.
The two soon ran down to a stone divider, a cobble railing that descended downward as a wall to its opposite side. Further down the divider was a stair way that lead down into the street below, but Garuda felt it was faster to simply hop over the rail. He landed most of his weight on his uninjured leg before looking up at Pierce, gesturing that the fishman do the same. As Pierce took one step onto the railing, however, a glint at his side caught his attention. Snaking white strings had crept up on him and ensnare his leg, tugging him off the rail and sending him tumbling back to the floor. “Agh!”
As soon as he was face up, staring into the inky sky of stars, he was tugged again, more vigorously. Stone scraped by underneath him and the buildings speed past him as he was dragged back down another street. He heard Garuda call out to him for a moment. “Fishman!” But then a shadow raced past Pierce towards the sound of Garuda’s voice as he was pulled across the street. He looked all around him to see what was happening, getting a good look at the thing that had coiled around him. It was someone’s hair, a girl. She didn’t look familiar, and she seemed more focused on the shadow than on Pierce himself.
“Don’t hurt him too badly, Zai, we want them alive!” More hair surrounded Pierce, enveloping him in a cocoon of white strings. He panicked at first, but did his best to remain calm. If he didn’t fight back, then certainly she wouldn’t hurt him, but he wasn’t about to just let himself be turned back over to the marines, not after just escaping. He was at the disadvantage.
As the hair coiled around Pierce’s body, binding his arms to his sides and his legs together, he craned his neck around to look behind him. Garuda had run up the stairs after him but was already engaged with the shadow, a boy in red. The boy didn’t use any weapons and was doing a considerably good job at avoiding Garuda’s blade, but he wondered how much of this was because of Garuda’s handicap. The girl’s hair dragged Pierce over to the edge of one of the buildings on the street. She gave him a cruel little smile before turning to spectate the fight between her companion and Garuda. More hair started unweaving from her head as she moved her hands around like a weaver, working on an invisible loom. It snaked back across the street, towards the fight, towards Garuda, as she left Pierce bound and helpless behind her.
Or so she would have liked to believe. Pierce nervously looked back and forth between the girl and her next ensnaring effort. He didn’t want to get involved in another fight but it looked like these two were asking for one. Based on what the girl had said earlier, he assumed they were bounty hunters, but how did they know about this impromptu escape… how did they know he and Garuda were coming. There wasn’t enough time to dwell on it, as her alabaster cords drew ever closer to Garuda, still distracted by the man fighting him with no weapon at all. Forced into violence for the first time in a long while, Pierce bit his lower lip and tensed his muscles, trying to frill out his fins. They didn’t move much as they were bound to his arms and legs, but they too grew tense and stiff and this was all he needed.
The fishman wriggled around in his chrysalis of hair, shuffling his arms and legs up and down against eachother, the quills on his fins sawtoothing the hair. He pressed himself out, trying to break free naturally, or give the impression of such, but there was too much hair to do so. With luck, it would hide what he was actually trying to do. Sure enough the girl with the hair felt him, figuring he was merely struggling as most of her prey did, and she tightend the grip she had on Pierce without looking. “Heeee. I wouldn’t try so hard if I were you. It’s a futile effort. No one can break free from my abili-” The tightening of the hair around him was not Pierce’s intention but it worked in his favor. He was able to saw through his confinement that much quicker.
The cocoon snapped open, with a few stray strands still coiled around Pierce when he jumped to his feet. “What!?” The girl hastily turned to see what he had down, how this fishman had managed to escape without a weapon of any sort, but he had already grabbed her from behind. “I’M REALLY SORRY!” He had grabbed her around the waist and had lifted her into the air a ways before she realized what he was doing. More hair unraveled from her head, going for the fishman holding her at first but suddenly entwining around her own head as she soared over his head and down towards the ground. She was fortunate to work so fast as the fishman suplexed her into the ground, burying the large ball of twine that was now her head.
Realizing what she had done, Pierce bolted from the girls body, protruding upside down from the cobblestone by the neck. He ran for Garuda, still fighting the red coat boy. It wouldn’t take long for the girl to free herself from her crater, the two of them needed to regroup before they were overwhelmed again.