(Your target and their allies encounter a newly activated supernatural who doesn’t understand what’s happened to them or what’s next.
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October, A nice morning for once where the sun could freely shine despite the on-coming and constantly frigid aid. The shower would be warm, most likely warmer than the constantly shifting air in the apartment that loved to fluctuate as the buildings air unit fought against the constant cool breath of the area around it far on the roof. Everything might have been decent or mediocre. That was until a subtle commotion could be heard in the hallway as a scream could easily be heard.

Horace tries to live a quiet life. He moved here for a reason, after all, and dealing with other people’s messes was definitely not his thing. Additionally he had been sick, or cursed, depending on who you ask. When he hears the sound he looks over at his coat, the pistol and knife tucked neatly inside but decides against the gun, too loud, grabs the knife and puts his ear to the door, just to make sure it isn’t something he needs to deal with.

The commotion did’nt seem to continue, footsteps left down the hall. But sobbing could be heard as the noise faded away. Was someone crying? Hurt or injured maybe? Something was wrong surely but it did’nt sound like a trap. But something had gone downhill for whoever was outside. And it might only get worse.

Horace didn’t think much of it at first. Not his monkey, not his circus and definitely didn’t want to draw attention to himself. Drawing attention to himself meant people would ask questions about who he was, and why he was here. Someone might recognize him.

He turned back away to his sofa, ready to let it become someone else’s problem when he sat down with a heavy sigh. He stared at his phone for a long time then closed his eyes and whispering, “Fuck.” Getting back up he crossed the small apartment to the door and cracked it open.

The hall seemed fine, mostly, the lights were on but blood soaked the floor heading down the hall towards the stairwell. Following the trail with your eyes you could see a bit of a sight. Someone in jeans, a black leather jacket. Long flowing black hair lay on her head. She was sobbing softly. Rocking back and forth clear muttering could be heard. Turning back to follow the trail of blood the wall across from where she lay had a heavy indent in the wall as if someone had been slammed into it. If she was alive and, well, seemingly not hurt and the other person left. Why was she crying?

Horace looks around to secure the scene, making sure there was no one else around. Anyone to help, or harm, in this situation wasn’t a good thing, at least not to Horace. Finding no one else in the hallway (presumably) he tucked his knife into this back pocket and ran over to the woman and looped his arms under her armpits and started to drag her to his apartment door, at least they would be out of view this way.

She continues so soft softly, seemingly too distracted, dazed or otherwise but her right hand seems to just be drenched in blood around her fingers and knuckles. Maybe she punched someones wound? It’d make the most sense considering now that you notice a lack of any wounds on her. No blood-stains or growing puddles. Just what exactly happened.

She continues to hyperventilate, barely controlling her breathing as she moves to hold her ears as she mutters softly. ‘No…. God shut up please just shut up I did’nt mean too…. he hurt me I could’nt I did’nt think I could…. god please stop…’, But you had’nt spoken. Not a word, who was she talking to?

Horace looks around, unsure what to do, and starts to close the door behind them. He takes a breath and turns back to the woman and shakes his head. He watches her carefully for a moment before silently disappearing to the kitchen and fills a glass of water to bring it to her. Handing it over carefully, he asks softly, “Are you ok?”

She continues to mutter as he speaks louder…. “I crushed his arm…. I crushed his arm oh god his arm- I did’nt mean to I just wanted him off of me and then it just flattened god I can’t I’ve never done that I don’t even go to the gym and then god The sound- Jesus Christ the sound-” She states over as she holds her head. ‘The voices won’t stop God they won’t stop…. The asks the wants, The wishes’ It sounds as if someone might have been assaulting her before she defended herself. She holds the water and it shakes softly. So she puts a hand beneath it as her grip seems paper thin, almost as if afraid that any amount of pressure or force would break the glass in an instant.

“Crushing an arm isn’t so bad,” Horace says flatly, though not uncaring, just a statement of fact. He doesn’t seem afraid of her or what she might do, and just takes a seat next to her. “What happened?”

slowly drank from the glass. “H-he…. would’nt get off of me…. I h-heard someone come up behind us and he tried g-grabbing me…” She states, shaking softly as she winces, dropping the cup into her other hand, which prevented any spill as she continues to hyperventilate a bit. Trying to breath. “I-I push him into the wall into the wall with my free hand by the arm… his arm was just b-broke… Limp…. God what did I do…” She states as she sobs softly. “I did’nt know I did’nt mean too and everythings just so loud I can hear so many things I don’t want too. Just praying and begging for help god its so loud I don’t want to hear it!” She says as she holds her head softly.

The woman slowly drank from the glass. “H-he…. would’nt get off of me…. I h-heard someone come up behind us and he tried g-grabbing me…” She states, shaking softly as she winces, dropping the cup into her other hand, which prevented any spill as she continues to hyperventilate a bit. Trying to breath. “I-I push him into the wall into the wall with my free hand by the arm… his arm was just b-broke… Limp…. God what did I do…” She states as she sobs softly. “I did’nt know I did’nt mean too and everythings just so loud I can hear so many things I don’t want too. Just praying and begging for help god its so loud I don’t want to hear it!” She says as she holds her head softly(fix).

Horace frowns again. He doesn’t adjust his seat, sitting there stoicly, and asks softly. “What voices are you hearing?”

rocks softly. “Just people…. so many people…. all asking or begging or wanting help it won’t stop it hurts…. Theres so many.” She states, was this person activating? Late likely, the possibility of getting sexually assaulting and kidnapped might have done it. And the people who left were likely retreating out of fear that this suddenly awoken might have killed them. She shook softly, clearly un-aware of how or why this was happening to her. Seemingly not knowing what to do or how to shut the ‘voices’ filling her head up.

“Angel or God,” Horace muses to himself, glancing back up to the woman before standing up and crossing the room to his coat and pulling out a phone. “I’ll get you some help,” he mutters before flipping open his phone shooting off a brief text and waiting. The truck driver had many contacts, and he just signaled one of them. He returned back to the couch, “What are the voices saying?”

shudders softly as she returns back into deep thought. “Their just… asking, different ones over and over they just keep asking for things, for help for money for drinks to hit its fucking everyone it won’t stop.” She says as she sobs softly, setting the glass down to hold her head as she sobs softly, she stops once a bruise forms on the side of her head from her own strength which she clearly doesnt realize the limit of.

Horace nods and checks his phone again. A simple text message from his contact at the Grey. ‘Ten minutes. Contain situation.’ Easy enough, Horace thought to himself as he watched the woman. “Is there anything else I can get you? A friend will be here soon to take you some place safe.”

She shakes her head softly. “I just…. It won’t quiet down…” She says, wincing softly as she hugs her legs, Carefully, softly as she winces and sobs again. poor girl. This was bad, it could be a lot, and so much worse but for the time being there was nothing else you could do except wait and watch her until the knock on your door eventually came just as her sobs were coming down and she seemed to give up on everything except listening to whatever might be flooding her head in the moment. When the door opened he nodded softly, she just weakly looked up, tired, exhausted already. And when a hand was offered she took it to go with him, standing slowly with shaky legs as they now both left. Well, someone other than you would be doing repairs to the hall later it seems.

Horace glances at his coat, considering it for a moment, then looks back to her, nodding when his contact takes the woman somewhere. Safe? Maybe, maybe not. She would be indoctrinated in this world anyway and maybe that would be enough. It isn’t Horace’s problem to deal with. He has his own issues and being babysitter to the newly awakened wasn’t one of them. With that he locked the door behind him and returned to his routine, secure in a job well done.