Re: Shift

[Eternity]

Chapter Two
Unknown Time
Hospital
Zhen Nahida

She wasn't outside long. The dazed and confused Cambodian girl was quickly followed. The doctor who she had 'unhealed' inside the hospital was furious, and stunned. He had called back up, and she could hear it. Police within the hospital coming for her. Doctors' assistants with restraints readying for the door as she looked back. Her dark eyes foresaw what would happen to her. She'd be killed, or tied away, locked up alone to rot. She shuddered, turning back toward the street. She was staring. The paved stretch, the people upon it who were staring at her in fear. A screaming Jap, they must've thought. An angry Jap. She felt tears rolling down her face. Everyone was afraid of her, everyone didn't know her. Surrounded by angry strangers. Zhen was taken by surprise soon afterward.

A hand wrapped around her face, closing over her mouth. She screamed again, but it as muffled. This hand held a folded gauze, and upon it was some foul liquid. She inhaled it quickly, trying to pitch out another scream for help. But in instants alone, her sight began to fuzz up. She couldn't focus, the world began to blur.

Help me, help me, help me please.
Someone help.
Won't anyone?
Someone
Please?
Pl...ease...

Help me?

Darkness.

She was taken the back inside the hospital just as readily as she had ran out, and locked up in a quiet little room. Strapped to her bed and awaiting police arrival to come and take over the situation...



Chapter Two
Unknown Time
Somewhere Along the Lines of Russian/Eurasia
Felix Bernal


He followed as he should've, watching carefully. It didn't take long after Augustus shifted into Joseph Stalin for his ego to slowly begin to refill. He began to feel a bit more confident, cycling words through his head to help him keep calm. He followed behind Augustus, looking around at the tall thin trees, the open spaces between; the earth scattered with small resemblances to ash, and shrapnel even. But such were rare a sight, and he couldn't catch all of them for he was too busy watching the people in the group. Tule, August, Timothy, and himself. It was so tiny a group now.

He moved towards Tule, sticking between her and Augustus and looking onward. A loud 'BOOM' echoed forth and Felix was drawn from his thought.

"What-?!" He looked onward, his dark eyes searching the distance to see... To see an outpost. Things flew in many directions from it, flames extending out and up, devouring the air before disappearing in dark smoke. People yelled and shouted, Russian being screamed about as the men there were running about. Some were injured, some were not. Tents were ablaze, and others were no more. Vehicles and guns were scattered in small areas; the outpost a somewhat wide range for sight when truly observed. Felix stepped next to Augustus as he called for help.

"With things in this kind of disarray, we may be better to just walk right in." He whispered, more to himself than to Augustus.

[Howler]

Chapter Two
Early Morning, February 18, 1942
Police Headquarters
Unkown Men

It was eerily quiet at the Police Headquarters, barely an inkling of resistance from the police force, or at least that was what it seemed like, as every policeman showing up to raise a gunpoint to them was mowed down at once by the skillfull spray of lead.

Eventually, after the series of winding corridors, the five people exited the builded. Stepping onto the pavement to the side of the building, they stepped into a very suave Jaguar which was neatly and conveniently parked. Before they got into the car, one of the men turned Alejandro around to face him, swiftly relieving him of his weapon and striking the boy with the butt of his gun, knocking him out cold. The limp body of Alejandro was then crammed upright into the centre of the back seat, where two of the other men sat either side of him.

The other two entered the car seconds after this, sliding the key into the ignition and giving the automobile a racing start, pulling away rapidly.

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Chapter Two
Early Morning, February 18, 1942
Somewhere Along the Lines of Russia/Eurasia
Augustus Evans

Augustus' form changed back to its' normal state, a grimey, unshaven East Londoner. The Russian voices were growing in number and amplitude. "Thank god..." He kept saying, so thankful that they would be rescued, taken somewhere safe and then hopefully back to their time.

No. Wait. There could be more. Something they could benefit from. They were in 1942, something surely beneficial for the Pack and himself could be done. History could be played as a strong trait. They could live as kings. It became clear in Augustus' mind, but he decided not to share this idea with the others, at least not yet.

One of the Russian's approached Augustus and the rest of the Pack who were joining him in a slow-ish jog towards the blasted-to-hell outpost. The Soldier lifted his gun towards Augustus shouting something in Russian.

"Hey! Hey! We're not German! Put that gun down!" He cried. "We're British and... well... a lot of other nationalities, but you needn't worry about that..." Augustus continued, starting to confuse this Russian infantryman who seemed to not process a single word of his spoken English.

Some other Russian men approached. The Soldier explained something to him in muttered Russian. Suddenly, guns were turned on the Pack, indicating to them that they should lower their weapons, which they did. A truck arrived, displaying the clear hammer and sickle of the Soviet Union. All of them were forced onto the truck with light, but slightly pugnacious shoves from the Russians.

"Hmm." Said Augustus. "I wonder where this'll lead us."

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Chapter Two
Early Morning, February 18, 1942
Beth Israel Medical Centre
Unknown Woman

Flashing badges allowed a woman to enter the hospital's secure room. Namely the one wherein Zhen was being held. Then again, the badge she possessed could get her into the Oval Office, no questions asked, no passwords, nothing.

The light crept into the small room, revealing a lonely and disgruntled Zhen. The woman spoke.

"Don't worry, it's all going to be okay." She said, comforting Zhen. "I'm a friend." She said. "I'm like you."

After she said this, the pair of them left the room and went into a car outside the Hospital.

[Ragter the junior greeter]

Tule couldn't help but ask herself what Augustus thought he was doing right now. Sure, there might be some confusion if the Russians happened upon Stalin in a place like this, but surely it would be better then changing into a Londoner, considering where they were right at the moment.

As always, her skepticism seemed to come through as the Russian soldiers did come upon them, and pointed his gun at August, shouting something in Russian, which Tule obviously couldn't make out in the slightest. Genius, Augustus..just genius, transform into a Londoner at a time like this She again told herself as Augustus tried to talk to the Russian.

Obviously, that part of the plan didn't go so well, he was shouting at a Russian, after all, whom probably didn't understand a lick of English. She didn't need to point this out to Augustus though, because then they were led to a truck, with the hammer and sickle of the Soviet Union.

With little other choice, Tule followed the others to the truck that they were apparently getting on, and couldn't help herself but to shove back at the Russian who was shoving her towards the truck. She could walk, couldn't she? Besides, the Russians were stupid if they thought she was really going to try to go anywhere else with that many guns pointed at her.

Granted, they could know what she was, but she really doubted that, all things considered. Eventually, all of them got onto the truck and Augustus said something that made her let out a sigh. "August, you're a genius, you know that? Why do you think it's better that you changed into a British person instead of staying as Stalin?" She asked him, unable to hide the...'slight' irritation in her voice.

[Klikxx]

Chapter Two
Early Morning, February 18, 1942
Police Headquarters
Alejandro Gonzalez Bernal

“Lead the way gentlemen.”

The four armed men didn’t even respond to any of Alejandro’s inquiries. The chose instead to keep themselves focus on the task at hand as the small group weaved their way through a series of winding corridors. Every measure of resistance was met with the same response. Without hesitation one after another body fell to their cold, uncaring barrage of lead. What they didn’t say in words they answered with actions. It would seem Alejandro had fallen in with the wrong crowd.

It was rather upsetting how easily the four men had accomplished the breakout. There was little thought involved. It was strictly a matter of surprise and a show of force. Still, Alejandro was out from behind bars and nearing the streets. Stepping onto the pavement in a barren alley beside the precinct they soon arrived at their destination.

Nearing their target, a polished symbol of early decadence welcomed the wide eyed Mexican youth. The Jaguar conveniently parked waiting their arrival glistened in the early morning light. The group obviously had money behind them. Dirty money no doubt, he had seen it before in the impoverished villages of his homeland. He was so taken back by the sight there was little he could do to react to what happened next.

As they reached the vehicle, one of the men turned around to face him. Reaching out the man relived him of the weapon he had only recently acquired. I guess there was a problem with me arming myself Alejandro thought as the weapon was indignantly snatched from his possession. Before he could even blurt out a response the situation escalated. To add insult to injury he was then struck across the temple with the butt of the revolver.

Darkness followed as he quickly drifted to unconsciousness falling to the paved street.

[Howler]

Chapter Two
Early Morning, February 18, 1942
Unknown Location, Somewhere in New York
Unknown Woman

"Where is he?!" The woman cried at the tired and depraved person in front of her; Zhen, tied very tightly to a ornamental chair in the dead centre of the room they occupied.

Pacing up and down what was a cold, white, marble floor, surrounded by a fiery red set of drapings around the walls encircling them, the woman was in deep thought. "He was supposed to be at the hospital with you!" The woman shrieked at Zhen. "I don't mean to alarm you, but your friend, Alejandro was meant to be here..." She continued, drifting off a bit into some random thought somewhere.

Strutting to one end of the room, the woman began to ponder, 'Perhaps this girl could hear the truth'.

Thinking of it a little more, the woman returned to Zhen. Crouching down so that the two were at eye level, the woman smirked.

"If I told you what the hell it is I'm talking about, would you consider helping us find your friend?" She asked sincerely.

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