The Long Dark Trek

[poohlive]

Ooc:I was thinking about what we've done so far, and thought that what I wanted to happen would happen around dawn or so. I gave everyone that much time... here we go.


By two o clock in the morning, the dogs and search parties had given their reports back to the prison camp, nothing to report. No footprints, no one captured yet. Nothing. The only team that didn't respond was a group in the Northeast quadrant. So, Germans sent another team and dogs to check it out.

By three they had found the bodies, and a few dogs aimlessly wandering. They knew the escaped prisoners had gone Northeast. They concentrated their search Northeast.

After an hour of searching they could find no real trail. Whoever it was had covered their tracks well. It wasn't until four in the morning when the muffled trail of two men, one injured and helping another was found. They followed it, leading out to the road to town.

A farmhouse of theirs was nearby. They tried to contact the german's at the farmhouse, to see if anything had happened, but got no responce. Two teams were sent. They had their men and women now.

So, here, at daybreak, dawn reaching out with tender golden fingers to touch the newfound snow on the ground. The attack was beginning. Apart from the SS who had taken the road in front, trying to cut them off from anything else, two teams of eight were standing by in the forest, ready to see where their enemy was.

There, they stuck. One group went out to help the other germans, the SS. They were deadly, ready, and eager for a fight. They moved with smooth slick inteligence that only the germans had known.

The other group went for the house, taking it at several points. The opened window, crashing through the door. One of them even climbed the roof and went towards the second story.

They had found their prisoners, and would not let them escape this time.

(now the fun starts)

 

[shadowoftheheart]

It happened quickly, just as it had in Poland. A serious attack, from multiple angles. They had enveloped the farm house, and almost without warning were in close-assault range. Door broken down, windows pried or shattered open, loud shouts. Oh, they used stealth to approach the house, staying quiet and out of view. Once they invested the house proper, stealth was dropped and they switched to a loud, agressive show of force.
Tara still did not know how many bullets were in the rifle. As the assault began to unfold, she had the sickening feeling that the next time she pulled the trigger, she would hear the useless click of the hammer falling on an empty chamber. Then, all her training as a sniper would be for nothing. The rifle perhaps would make a good club, but those she would face would have MP-40s, and the confidence of numbers.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Mary saw the officer. A German, came through the door. Within seconds the sounds of glass breaking surrounded the farm house. She watched as Tara used what ammunition she had. As Deac saw the officer she heard a bullet tear into the German's flesh, just as her knife went up and slit his throat, once more blood slid down her hands.

She said a silent prayer, that she had given Sarah a knife. Would she be able to defend herself as well as Winly, Mary didn't know nor could she care at this point, she had done what she could to save the Doc, and now she only had to save herself.

As a German took aim for her, she threw her knife, landing it in his chest. She dropped down to the ground as the man she had just killed, his finger still on the trigger, shot fires into the upper ceiling of the floor above them. His body fell hard to the hard as blood spurted out from his now spurting wound. She only looked for a moment, as she saw that the way the blood spurted, he would soon die.

Where was the Captain? Finally she heard it a sound behind her in the kitchen. Someone had come in through the back door. She rolled inside and hit the Captain full force. “Weapons... do you have any???”

 

[TheScarletBlade]

And he shall count you amongst his favored sheep and you shall have all the protections of the angels in heaven The voice rang as clear as day in his mind as he was suddenly joined by Deacon on the other side of the patrol car.He didn't seem to notice the American sargent at all,he was possessed by something,as he long seemed to look stright ahead,face grim and his eyes cold and emotionless.

With one last click,his second clip of ammo slid into place on his pistol.Running his trigger finger,he got a feel for the gun and began to count.A new rain of bullets bounced on the metal above the American's head,as the SS kept there besiegment of their position.Finaly,Derek stood up.The bullets continued to fire yet he seemed not to care as he slipped out the back and met the German's head on.

The slider of his pistol slid backwards and snapped foreward three times,bullets hurling from the pistol with a slight metalic bang.The bullets pierced one of the German soldiers right in the chest and one in the head.Without a word or fear in his mind.Posessed,he ran towards the other two Germans,his pistol shooting of his last couple of rounds,each bullet landing on the German closest to hinm,piercing him in random locations.Turning to fire at Derek,Derek lined up with the dying German,yet the SS shot anyways,most of his bullets piercing through his friend,but some of them flew full on at Derek.

One buzzing past his cheek,cutting it open like a razor blade shot at high velocity blood began to leak from the wound.The other hit him in the chest,a slight bit on his bicep and a little bit in fleshy nothingness.It didn't seem to hurt Derek as he kept running.Loosing his knife,it jammed itself in the man's gun as Derek crashed on the man,fist leading.

Riding the German to the ground,he punched and punched,the German's face turning to mush under his hammerlike strokes.Finally,grabbing the German around the head,he yanked the German's head to the side brutally,neck shattering under the force of the blow.

More Germans moved across the field towards where Derek was exposed.They crossed out of a snowy bank right into the vision of Deacon who remained behind the patrol car.Derek didn't worry about them,but they still got a few bullets off.Running didn't help their shots as they bounced around Derek and past him.Yanking his knife out of the German's gun,made a run for the trees near his position.He dissappeared into the white,snow capped trees.

He looped back to the Barn,keeping low and out of sight.His head under the windows as he crept up to it,his pistol loaded incase the barn had already been over run.He heard a shot from the second floor and knew thats where the sniper would be.THe roar of Deacon's machine gun as he hit the Germans that tried to persue him caused him to smile.The fight was looking up for this rag tag group of escaped soldiers.

Slipping in the back door,he slammed right into the French girls.She began to rebound back as she hit him.Grabbing her by the hand and catching her in his arms,he set her correctly on her feet and moved passed her as she asked for a weapon,dropping the pistol into her hands.moving up the stairs to the loft,he moved quietly up to the sniper and took the German rifle we still had.Stepping to a window,he brought the rifle to his shoulder and pulled the trigger,the sights lined up with a German's chest,blowing him back to a cold death in the snow.

Firing again a second later,he didn't wait like the sniper,he lined it up the best he could and fired.The bullet blasted a German in the shoulder,the thick German bullet,accidently well placed peirced through the man's shoulder bone,cleanly taking the man's arm off.Falling to the ground,screaming about the bleeding stump on his torso,he fell to the ground.

Firing two more shots,he brought two more Germans down,in one way or another,dead or alive.As long as they were not shooting,the American didn't care.Tossing the rifle aside,still without a word,he made for the stairs.He could not stop until the battle was over.

 

[VeXeR]

Deacon fired upon the germans who followed Derek and rushing back to his cover behind the patrol vehicle. "What the hell is he up to?! Does he want to get us all killed" he muttered as he reloaded his machinegun. With his back against the car and made ready to run for the house.

"Oh hi deacon! good to see you, i was in a tight spot here, glad you came","Oh but you are welcome Derek, come lets get you back to the others" he mumbled in a sarcastic tone, before taking off, dodging the german bullets and running from tree to tree. He looked up for a second a saw the familiar muzzled flash from the 2nd floor.

Tara was covering his retreat, he knew that and he was thankful of it. But even though he was covered by Tara then german bullets got closer and closer. Running out of time Deacon saw a familiar window in the house, "oh, just great" he was in a bad mood by now and really hated the position he was in. Coming up on the window and jumped and flew through, his right arm got snagged on a large, sharp piece of wood. He landed inside with a groan of pain, and the wood dug it self deeper into his arm and the wound on his neck began bleeding heavily again.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Tara saw the Americans run across the field, confident in her ability to cover them. Another shot, another faceless German.
A careful aim, lungs empty, between heartbeats, trigger squeeze ... and the barrel is jerked up, sending the bullet into the air, uselessly over the heads of the Germans.
A hand on the barrel, in a grey sleeve. Tara grasped the stock of the rifle, jerking to pull the weapon free. She had leverage, but the German on the roof, he had strength.
A face, a torso, coalscuttle helmet buckled securely onto his chin. A big man, surprisingly agile. One hand still on the rifle, slipping toward the window. Tara pulled, then pushed, hard, trying to knock him off-balance, send him sailing down through the air. But it does not happen.
Inhumanly agile, sliding and slipping, into the window, second hand goes onto the barrel of the rifle, and a sharp jerk one way, then the other, and her grip is lost, swinging back clublike, impacting her cheek and she spawls to the ground.
"Shall we dance, a Russian Waltz?" A low voice, threatening, in clear but accented English.
Tara blinks, crouched, watching. He is circling, to gain advantage, to cut her off from the stairs, to isolate her in a corner. His size is greater, his strength is greater. He has the confident bearing, manner, of a man used to grappling.
His face sparks a memory. Tara was in Berlin, early in 1934 and shortly before being expelled. He was a blond giant, ice-blue piercing eyes. Wrestling, beating all he faced. The German Olympic Committe officials were there, "advised" by Nazi party members. Strong, the perfect Aryan specimine. Ideal for Hitler's "Master Race" Olympic team. She saw a film of him years later, 1936, mounting the podium, accepting his medal, stiff-armed salute to the Swastika-adorned German Flag. She had loved him, loved him from a distance til she had seen his face, fanatical, dominant over all others, owing all to Hitler and his hypocracies.
"Tara. It has been many years, no?"
Too great a coincidence. She shook her head, uncertain if she had heard or imagined it. Either way, a terror she had not known since 1934, seeing Jews dragged out of buildings by their hair, beaten on the University of Berlin campus.
He lunged, she ducked, twisted, right into the vicious left fist of her attacker. She fell hard again, her face burning. He approached her again, she clasped her fists together, jabbing up hard into his chest. A solid hit. That did not phase him in the slightest. Right jab, impacted Tara's eye. She felt blood trickling into her eye, swelling. She would have a shiner from it ... if she survived.
She staggered up, back, against the wall. Her last gambit, as he approached her, back to the wall, barely clinging to consciousness. Wide eyed, a glimmer of hope, glance to the stairs.
Derek's footsteps could be heard on or near the staircase. He turned. She rolled, the last ounce of her adrenaline surging thru her tired and battered body. She grabbed the rifle by the barrel, brought it back, he turned back Derek apparently too far away to save her life in his mind.
SWACK!
Like a golf-swing, the rifle arched thru the air, impacting his lower jaw, with a sickening wet-crunch sound.
Both collapsed into heaps. Tara's one good eye flickered, watching the stairs for Derek and hope. The man was strong. He was probably dead, or at least out. But, if not, she would be unable to resist further.
The world went red, then black.

 

[VeXeR]

Deacon quickly got up and yanked the large piece of wood from his arm with a growl of pain. He stood somewhat dazed for a moment untill he heard noises from above, there was a comotion, judging by the grunts there was at least one man and a woman. Tara!

Deacon snapped back to attention and ran for the stairs as quickly as possible. He dared not think how many times Tara had saved him with that rifle, he would not let it be in vain. He reached the stairs and leaped up, 3 steps at a time. Tara was on the floor, blood trickeling down her face, she had been beaten up pretty badly.

Not far from her lay a huge german soldier, seemingly unconcious. Deacon stood for a second and wondered how Tara had been able to knock this guy out. Judging by the soldiers appearence he would be tough to take down, even for Deacon. Coming back to reality deac went to the german and checked his pulse. "Still alive" not many moments later a sickening crack could be heard as deacon broke the neck of the german soldier.

He rushed to tara and tried to have her sit up, but she was dazed, almost unconcious, poor girl. He picked her up, with some difficulty from his wounds and carried her downstairs to lie on a blanket. He examined her wounds for a second, nothing seemed to be too serious, just a bad beatin. "Hang in there, tara. There are still some germans around, I'll return shortly" with that he ran to the window to scout for more germans.

 

[cute_girl1]

Sarah had a knife to protect herself and Winley. If it came down to it she would chose her life over his. As she thought that she looked at the sleeping man's form and let out a low sigh. Sarah was alert, but she was not leaving the kitchen, hoping to help save her life and Winley's.

Later Deacon brought Tara into the kitchen where the blankets were laid out, he gave Sarah, a look that said watch out for her, and Sarah nodded her head. He left and she started to attend to Tara's wounds the best she could.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

The world faded slowly back into view, though it was tinged with red.

She looked up to see Sarah standing over her. She could also remember, vaguely, Deacon carrying her down the stairs.

She blinked, and started to sit up.

"Must ... return to post. Have to ... keep watch ...."

 

[VeXeR]

Judging from everything around them deacon guessed that only a few germans remained. Maybe 5 for so, or perhaps that was just wishful thinking. They couldn't really take much more, even with Derek back, infact deac didn't know if he should be glad that he was back or fear for their lives.

Derek seemed to have lost it, running around like a madman. Deacon peaked out the window a few germans ran towards them, taking cover behind the trees. At this range his MP40 wouldn't do much good, he glanced up the stairs, perhaps there were still some shots left in Tara's rifle.

Only a few moments later Deacon was upstairs taking aim with the rifle, there was two shots left, not enough for three germans. At least i could see three germans but experience had taught him not to underestimate his enemy. Taking a deep breath he fired once, "dammit!" he missed the shot by a few inches. Taking another deep breath he concentrated on his last shot, and he squeezed the trigger.

The german fell to the ground, dead. Yet the two others came running at the house. "Dammit where is Derek" he looked around, he couldn't see him anywhere. With a disgruntled sigh he ran downstairs quickly checking on the wounded. He did not envy them, even though he could use a rest by now, his wounds were paining him greatly. He peaked out the window again, the germans were nowhere to be seen, he did not like this. He found a corner where he could cover both entrances and the staircase and waited with his MP40 ready to fire.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Mary had taken a moment, before returning to the infested room of German's now armed with her knife and the pistol that Derek had given her, she entered and took stock of her surroundings.

Sarah was protecting Winly, Derek she guessed to be upstairs, as shots were ringing above her. Tara and Deac were covered in blood as they took out Germans that seemed to be surrounding them. Mary noticed the shots from the enemy was fading, or so she thought they may have been.

A movement caught her by surprise and she glanced at the window behind Sarah, running to her, she pressed Sarah's body down. Aiming quickly she fired the pistol. The bullet found its home in the heart of the German General. As he feel, Mary recognized him as one of the many that had taken her body and broken her spirit.

She spit on his dead body, and turned to check on Sarah and Winly. Both looked to be shaken up, but ok. Heading to the stairs she slowly made her way up them. Moving from room to room, she spooked out one German and fired into his face. He soon joined the many comrades that now lay dead throughout the complex. Hearing shots from one of the bedrooms she moved quietly towards it.

 

[cute_girl1]

Sarah heard sounds, not gun shors but some one speaking. It was Tara, she was coming around, she didn't look good, she was beaten, and still weak.

"Deacon has got your post covered. He ran upstairs as soon as he put you down here."

Just then Mary pushed Sarah down and shot her gun at a German outside the farmhouse. Sarah was shocked and shaken just a little.

Sarah went to check Winley's pulse, because he was still out and had not moved for a while. She picked up his arm, she found a pulse, and sighed with relief. Wondering if she should give him some more medicine, she decieded not to.

She glanced over at Tara who looked like she was ready to slip back into unconsciousness.

 

[VeXeR]

Two more germans was left, he knew that for certain. He sat and took aim, waiting patiently until the germans would try to enter the house. Then suddenly a noise outside the door broke the silence that had fallen over the house.

Deacon rushed to the door, quickly but silently and took up a position behind the door. He knew they would bash it open and rush in, and braced himself for the impact of the door. He had forgotten about his wounded arms and simply waited for them

Then it happend, the door was slammed open and deacon stopped it from hitting him and started pushing back to wack the germans with the door. But is became a halfhearted attempt as his arms failed him, he only managed to push the door forward with enough force to knock over one of the german soldiers.

His arms hurt heavily but he had to move quickly, he grabbed the MP40 he had brought with him and moved to fire at the knocked down german. His plans quickly change however, when he saw that the german he did not manage to knock over was ready to fire at him. In the blink of an eye deacon change the aim to this german and fired.

The german on the ground saw his friend go down and knew that he had to act quickly if he was not to suffer the same fate. He fired and hit deacon just as deac tried to make it for cover. The bullets dug into his side and thigh which made him drop to the floor dropping his weapon beyond reach.

The german approched him carefully making ready to deal the final blow. Deacon could but look at the soldier, at this point he was helpless, "oh crap" he whispered, he could sure use a hand about now.

 

[poohlive]

Under any normal set of circumstances he would have been dead by now. He half shuffled, half limped across the floor. His two legs held him up at odd angles. They were shaking, losing and finding strength, but they did hold, and slowly but steadily, he found his way across the floor.

He was not in ambush mode, anyone who turned around could have seen him, his sickly sorrowful face, his slow movements, his lack of weapon. A single bullet would tear through him, and everything would be for nothing.

Yet, Winly didn't pray. He didn't ask for help. He had already asked for one favor tonight. One small favor that gave him a chance. God did not need to be tested every time Winly needed a little help. He'd have to do it himself. Even God had his limits.

The german did not seem interested in him though, simply the man down on the floor. A friend, yes? Winly thought so. Daniel, Deacon, or David. Something like that. American, tought and brute, the absolute vision of American.

Winly let the syringe suck in air. It came healthy and porous, eager to take it in. A deep breath that was sickly as well as healthy.

Healthy for him, sickly for the german.

Winly grabbed him from behind, and stuck the needle right into his chest. Blood fell in stringed droplets out of his chest. He cried out, but still tried to fight him. Winly could not fight the man, he only had the opportunity of surprise. A moment of chaos as he flailed about, getting his arms pinwheeled. The man didn't take long though. Trained soldier deep in his territory. He was gaining fast.

Winly pushed down on the syringe, releasing the air into him. After that, he was pushed back. His lifeless body hit the oak table, hard. He winced, fresh pain coming through him. His vision saw nothing but red as he crumpled to the floor.

Winly coughed up more blood, staring down at the hardwood floors, "Ten seconds..."

10

It would take ten seconds to work. The german had ten seconds before he would collapse as that pocket of air hit his heart.

9

Ten seconds was a lot, but here they had nearly two unconscious bodies for him. In ten seconds, even the most rookie of soldiers could take down two prone targets.

8

Winly felt it, sharp and thick as a boot connected with his stomach. He cried out, perhaps in surprise, but pain quickly filled it.

7

His body screamed in protest. It had been through too much tonight, it could not take any more.

6

The german reached into one of his pockets, grabbing up a knife. Sharp and bladed, it glinted in the small firelight that was inside the room. Winly cried out, watching it's deadly sharp find ground. He knelt down, grabbing Winly by the neck.

5

Winly grabbed for the knife. One hand accidentally took the blade, and his palm was slashed open. The other grabbed the German's own on the hilt.

4

For a moment of sheer lunacy, he saw them holding hands, as if they were at a dance, losers stuck in the moonlight. Yes, he thought bitterly, it was a dance, wasn't it? A dance to the death. And here, Winly had come without the proper shoes.

3

The german was winning, and he would be winning, too. Winly was weak, had just survived a bullet, self surgery with less than adequate tools, and had spent the last few hours in deep unconscious sleep. And here, he held a knife only inches from his chest.

2

The german, fire in his eyes, letting it move down deeper and deeper. Letting it sink into his flesh. Up close the knife looked hungry, eager to tear flesh, slide deep within him.

1.

It cut his shoulder, dug through his chest like warm butter. He cried out, asking, pleading with the german.

"Please," He cried out, tears in his eyes, as the knife went deeper and deeper, "Please... no... please."

The German had a smile on his face...

0

Until the smile stopped. His whole body stopped. For a moment he looked like someone who had just had the worst hiccup in his entire life. Winly saw through tear stained eyes that his body had locked up. The fire left his eyes, everything left. It all just danced away, as if something more important had come up.

The german fell to the floor beside Winly. The knife still imbedded in his collarbone. It scraped against the bone. Winly grabbed at it, screamed once more as he took it out. He saw in amazement it didn't go in as far as he thought. An inch, maybe a little more. God. He thought.... he thought...

He dropped the knife, looking at his blood on the sickening thing. It was still hungry, still wanting more. Winly kicked at it, letting it skitter across the floor.

"Ok," He said in a bitter tone, "I'm ready to go now..."

 

[cute_girl1]

Sarah had been tending to Tara, and didn't hear Winley get up. She heard a scream from upstairs. The scream was familiar to her. She looked at the blanket where Winley should have been and started up the stairs.

She got to Winley seconds later. She saw that his hand was bleeding and that there was a hole in his shoulder. She knew almost instantly that he was going to die. "Dam it" she whispered, and let tears roll freely, and silently.

Sarah decieded that she needed to focus all her engeries on escaping with the rest. She recompossed herself, as she started to walk out of the room and back down the stairs to check on Tara, when she saw Deacon. He looked badly injured. He might have more of a chance, or atleast more of chance than the Dr.

She bent down closer to Deacon, checking out the injuries on him. She got up and went downstairs to get some supplies to help Deacon.

 

[VeXeR]

Deacon watched helplessly as the german attacked winley and tried to come to his aid as he came to his. But he was too leak from the bloodloss to do so, however Winley seemed to win nonetheless and deacon let his head fall back with a releived sigh.

He was pushed past endurance now, bleeding from his thigh, shoulder, neck and arm, he was a mess. He only hoped there were no more germans left, by god he hoped it was over. Then he heard someone approach, as he looked up he recognized Sarah, a welcome friendly face.

She told him to hang on while she went to get for supplies, nothing had ever sounded like at better idea then that. Now that the adrenaline from the fight was gone that pain from his wounds felt a hundred times worse than before. He felt helpless, with every move he made his whole body seemed to acke, and he was tired, very tired. He knew it was the lack of blood in his body and that he had to try and stay awake, but with every second that passed a deep slumber seemed more and more inviting. He hoped Sarah would return soon.

 

[cute_girl1]

Sarah knew that time was ritival. She rushed down the stairs, and resterilzed the knife, only after she washed it off throughly, got some clean water and a bowl that she had found. She picked up a needle and resteriled that also. And picked up so sewing thread, it would have to work as stiches for the time being.

She rushed back up the stairs, as fast as she could with the supplies. Sarah had wished that Mary or even Winley could help her, but Mary was somewhere outside and Winley was once again on the verge of death. She reached the landing and went into the room where Deacon was.

Sarah wished she knew more about medicine than she did, all she knew was basic first aid that the army tought her. She got on her knees, and tried to smile at Deacon, one that said You'll be fine. She looked over him once more, trying to figure out where to start.

 

[VeXeR]

Deacon knew he was a mess and that Sarah was no nurse, but at this point it didn't matter too much. He was happy for any aid he could get.

"Just don't let me wake up with a liver or something like that missing" he joked halfheartedly, but how he hated this part.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Mary heard the shouts and screams below her, and she quickly accessed the damage. Winly lay bleeding, perhaps dead, she couldn't tell from the angle she was crouching. Sarah was tending to Deac and Tara looked to be swimming between consciousness and swimming darkness. She continued to hear movement in one of the bedrooms and headed towards it.

Finding what the room she that the sounds were coming from, Mary raised her pistol. Her finger pressed softly on the trigger as she kicked the door open. A figure turned quickly his gun raised, aimed straight at her face. "Hello Captain," Mary smirked. She looked around and saw that he was alone in the room, a dead body slumped down on the floor a smear of blood running down the wall. "I believe we have them all now, Sir."

She turned away and headed back to the others. Looking down the stairs, her eyes took in all the carnage. "Is he dead?" she asked Sarah, nodding her head to Winly. Hearing the Captain come up behind her she turned to him, "We need to see if their vehicles are salvageable and we need to decide what to do with the injured."

Mary looked down the steps, "Tara, is hurt as well. If your good, then we have two serious men down, from here it Looks like Tara is coming around, and she'll be ok. Sarah is tending Deac, and Sir... I am at a loss at Winly. If we can save him, he's going to need long term care."

Making her way down the stairs, Mary saw that Sarah had everything under control. "Cap," she called back up, "What of Winly?" then with an after thought, she looked back at the man that they all looked to, expecting him to bring them home, "Are you injured Sir?"

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Tara woke, groaned in pain, and sat up. She slowly stood, looking around for Sarah and Winley. Everyone seemed to have vanished.
She walked, slowly, into the next room, where she saw Deacon and Winley on the ground, Sarah trying to help them as best she could.

"How ... can I help?"

Tara felt as though she should be on the ground with the men. But she was awake and aware enough to do ... something. She needed to do something. If she did nothing, she would only see the massive German, advancing on her, raping her, tearing her to pieces -- all the things she had feared, feared for the first time in her life, would happen while she was batted about by him with nothing she could do to escape. No, she had to do something.

 

[cute_girl1]

Sarah had taken the bullet out of Deacon's neck. She got it to stop bleeding. There was a hole in his arm. It looked like something was once in it. Sarah reached for the thread and neddle she brought up with her.

Tara came up the stairs, speaking up she asks "How ... can I help?", Sarah responds with "See if you can help Winley."

Sarah started to sow Deacon's arm up.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Uncertain what to do, that would be of any use, Tara still knelt beside Winley. She used the knife, bloody as it was, to cut off wide strips from her unifiorm top. She wadded several up, opened Winley's top, and pressed the makeshift padding against the knifewound. Twice, in one night, Winley was at the mercy of pure luck.

With another strip, and a vague sense of pointlessness, she wrapped his hand securely, to prevent further bleeding.

Feeling slightly dizzy, but glad to be doing something, Tara let the world vanish except for herself and Winley.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Derek shot out the back door,past Deacon and the others,he counted mybe three Germans left.They were either already shot up and running away or they were out of ammo and were running away as fast as they could.Landing in the snow covered ground as he barrelled out the back door,The American began to dash through the snow,moving as quickly as he could,sweat beating off his brow.

Tired yet he still kept his present course,the American soldier dashed into the forest.Weaving and ducking under move of the branches as he tried to catch up,tripping under hidden roots yet still moving on.Afraid of losing them and failing,the possessed soldier dashed through into a glade right behind the fleeing soldiers.Stopping,they thought they were free of the fighting until they looked behind them.

Blowing right past the first German who accutally turned to look at him.His arm stiff,his strong arm hit the man right into the neck,bearing him completely to his feet.Slamming hard against the ground,the soldier blacked out,blood starting to flow out of his left nostril and creeping out the side of his mouth,the soldier's brain rattled from the force of the blow,knocking him into a comatose state.As the first soldier went down,the other two turned and put there fists up,ready for a fight.

Turning to face the two men,Derek rolled his neck around,smirking a little bit as he moved so his body faced both of the soldiers.Comming in,both soldiers punched in towards Derek.Ducking and redirecting their fists,the momentum sent there fists into each other.Ducked in between the soldiers,Derek puched up into their ribs,the blow knocking them backwards.Extending a leg towards one as he staggered back,the man tripped over Derek and fell onto the ground hard.Slipping onto the man,he drew out his combat knife and planted it into the German's chest cavity,between his ribs into the man's heart.Twisting the blade,Derek shot up in time to face the last man.

The last man had the insignia of a high ranking officer,with one or two iron crosses.Comming foreward towards Derek,the large German swung one of his fists towards Derek,comming over hand towards Derek's face.Ducking,the American ducked and turned.He grabbed the mans arm and brought it down on his shoulder.Butting into the German,he bent over and pulled foreward,throwing the man completely over his shoulder into the snow at Dereks feet.Rattled,the German laid limp as Derek stood over him.Hands snaking around the man's neck,he began to twist and break it as he chanted these words "Power hath decended from thy hand,my feet shall swiftly carry out thy command,I shall send a river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be" He finished the prayer in Latin as the final twist broke the man's neck.

Standing up,Derek lifted his head towards the heavens and took a deep breath.Finally,he swayed for a second and took a deep breath.He didn't remember where he was or how he got here.He looked around at the tree bodies around him,blinking slightly.Drawing his knife for the dead soldier,he slid it away into its sheath.Walking away,he made his way back through the forest towards the barn.He kept low to stay away from the chance he might be pegged by one of his own soldiers accidently.

Creeping into the barn,Derek walked into an empty room and just dropped down.His back against the barn wall,he sighed and closed his eyes,his body slooping down as he took a deep breath,the day had just begun though.

 

[cute_girl1]

Sarah used the knife to cut off the remaining thread. She looked Deacon up and down, looking for any more wounds. She wouldn't see any right away. "Deacon do you any more wounds."

Waiting for the answer she goes over to Tara and Winley. Tara seemed to handling everything just fine so she goes to back over to Deacon.

 

[VeXeR]

"I think i took a hit in the leg aswell, not sure. I don't remember it all" Deacon was tired and weary. His vision was foggy and blured out, he could only barely make out the persons in the room. Yet he was kept awake of the pain everytime Sarah made another stitch or accidentily hit a wound.