Beyond Space & Time

Atlas gasped and spluttered a little, surprised by the sudden pain. She'd never felt such pain before. It was... Paralysing. Cuts and scrapes as a child had always left her crying for hours afterwards - she was not brave in the face of pain. She felt to her knees, still with the sword running through her side. It hurt to breathe, but she was gasping raggedly, trying to stay as still as possible. Atlas couldn't move, couldn't focus, couldn't do anything other than whimper from the agony she was in. The edges of her vision were going blurry. Her parents would be so embarrassed to see her so weak...

If it wasn't the agony that made her pass out, it was the subsequent loss of blood that did it. Atlas could see blood fountaining out of her belly, and she couldn't stop it with her hands alone. It was disorientating for that to be the last thing she saw before waking up cold, in the dark, and immobile. Her hands were tied down either side of her, uncomfortably tight. It was funny, the first thing she noticed was the pain in her wrists from the coarse rope. But then, when she moved slightly and groaned, the agony from her stomach made her feel like she was being split in half. She cried out weakly and writhed around. "W-Wolfie? M-mama?" In her delusion, she quite forgot that her mother had died nearly a century ago.

Atlas was panting through the blinding pain, and squinted out into the world as her sensitive eyes got used to the light again. All those bodies, all that blood... So much death in this room. It created such a stench. "Who are... You?" she rasped to her captor, completely ignoring her everything she said. Why bother being nice to this one when she'd killed so many? And where the hell was Wolfie?!

Blood spurted out of Atlas' wound and mouth, muffling the yelp of agony she couldn't hold back. Oh this agony and the continued blood loss, they were making her want to pass out again... Except the smell of Wolfie kept her awake. At first, in her weakened mental state, she thought that Wolfie was nearby and looked around hopefully. But the smell was also mixed in with the charcoaly, bloody stench of the one who'd tied her up and was currently torturing her. Oh mama, what had she done to Wolfie. "Where's Wolfie? What did you do to him?" she demanded, knowing full well her disobedience would get her another beating.

Atlas wasn't digging the creepy act, and began twisting her hands around to try and free herself. Ugh, she wasn't getting use to the pain in her abdomen any time soon. What was she calling Wolfie anyway, Duvliar? That wasn't his true name, was it another nickname? Was she a crazy stalker ex girlfriend, or part of a cult of Wolfie? Oh who cared, she just wanted to get out of her and to not be called trash by a serial killer.

Even if Atlas had powers such as those, she was not strong enough to use them in such a focused manner. Instead, she used some of her mother's powers of gravity to push outwards on the bindings on her wrists. It was really hard to focus while being in so much pain, and the strain only made her tense up which hurt even worse. Ugh, she had to try. As an immortal, being carved up or put in acid probably wouldn't kill her. Would it? She didn't want to die anyway, but she also really didn't want to be put through that agony. Somehow she managed to loosen the bindings enough to get her hands out, but now she had another problem. Getting up and moving. That would have been bad enough without this freak right there.

Atlas couldn't feel her leave anything, but she could see her leave, seeing as she'd removed her blindfold. She didn't want more innocent people to die, but now she could escape, find Wolfie, and stop this she-devil hurting anyone else. Hopefully. Standing up took all of her strength, half of which went to not screaming from the pain. It felt like her guts were falling out. In fact she was pretty sure she could see her organ inside the hole in her skin. Most of it had scabbed up now but she was still bleeding. She supposed most living things didn't live long enough for such large wounds to start scabbing... Weird thing to think about, she scolded herself. Whoa, she was woozy, shaking her head was a bad idea. She stumbled over to the door and tried to push it open. Oh, right, it was locked. Atlas didn't think she could use her power to unlock it, not when she'd lost this much blood.

"Oh thank goodness," Atlas spluttered, clutching the alien close to her and ignoring her nudity. She used the alien as support, but also held it close because this poor thing had just watched probably its friends all be slaughtered. The sounds outside were sickening, and Atlas covered where she presumed the alien's ears were. "We're getting out," she whispered, turning and staggering away from the butchering down the corridor. Hopefully the alien knew where they were going.

"Is he supposed to be unconscious?" Atlas asked, not expecting an answer. Ugh, they had to get him out of there. "Y-you, get him out," she said to her new alien friend, pointing to him and then to Wolfie in the pod. Meanwhile she really needed to staunch the last of the bleeding. Thankfully in here there were lots of spare towels and even spare clothes. Delicately and with a lot of pain, she managed to pull on a random pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then used a nearby towel and wrapped it tightly around her stomach. It scraped and rubbed painfully but by now she was almost used to the pain.

"Hide!" Atlas hissed to the alien, stumbling over to him and pushing him behind one of the pods out of sight of the door. She didn't do that just yet, instead she stood in front of Wolfie's pod waiting for him to wake up. Uhh, he was naked. The towel he'd been using was right next to his pod so she hastily covered him with it and then girded herself. That freak was probably about to enter here. She would have to distract her to keep the alien safe and give Wolfie time to wake up.

Well, Atlas currently had her hands in the pod and was shaking Wolfie. "C'mon, Wolfie," she rasped. "Wake up. Wake up!" She glanced up at the psycho, retched at the sight of all that blood, and then went back to shaking Wolfie. "Please, Wolfie. Please!"

Atlas felt completely immobilised too, and was unable to formulate words as her eyes stared wildly down at Wolfie. Suddenly she realised there had been an unpleasant pressure building up in her, which she hadn't noticed before due to all the other unpleasant sensations in her body. Unable to move away, Atlas vomited weakly onto her chin and the front of her t-shirt. The vomit was bright red with her blood.