There are D00rs Unopened...

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Who: The Masked Man (timisnotme ),  J (41810 ) and Delta (thinkin_man )
Where: J's room in the Basement
When: September 12th, nighttime!
Rating: PGish
Summary: Masky has been instructed to bring J and Alex to the forest for nefarious purposes. And a curious Delta tags along for the ride.
The Story: 

The Masked Man, confused by the doormouse's transmission, had assumed the 0perator was calling to him and had headed out into the forest like a good little minion. The 0perator, seizing the opportunity, had then instructed his servant to bring him his, Alex and J. So now Masky is heading down to the basement to fulfill his instructions. His mind is utterly blank, his legs moving robotically and he is looking more at the ground than where he is going. He stops in front of J's door, looks at it for a moment, his head slowly tilting to the side, then he kicks it down.

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[41810.livejournal.com]

"_{Oh god oh god oh god oh god}" is all J can spit out as the monitors lacing the hall to his room, the walls of it and the walls in the room he's just run from explode with noise and fluttering pieces of static. He can't understand what's happening, what's taking the masked man so long, but he knows something else is out there. Something is stopping him.

And God, he doesn't want to know what it is.

He slams the door shut and leans against it, starting to pile shit against it - but there isn't much, and he's left with a weak pile of clothing against the door and as many books as his tiny bookshelf can carry (not much). The closet is in the other room, where he usually sleeps anyways, and he wonders if he can snap it back to this room.

Pausing, terrified, J listens, trying to hear anything going on in the other room.

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

Delta hardly flinches when the punch lands on him. A shotgun blast couldn't even knock him off his feet, so it isn't surprising. He's fine and continues holding a deathgrip on the masked man's arm even as he tries to make him lose contact.

He then tries lifting Masky off the ground. No way is the Alpha going to let the boy get through. Sure the crackle of static is irritating, but he knows Tim can mess with the wall comms.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

The much smaller masked man kicks and writhes in Delta's grip as he's lifted off the floor. He'll wrench his own arm out of the socket if he has to.

Markus isn't there right now, and lacks the capacity to feel pain. His arm is already twisted from his earlier encounter with Elle, but he hasn't noticed and doesn't care. Nothing exists except his orders to capture J. And J is so close, just on the other side of that door. If he can only get to him . . .

[41810.livejournal.com]

[When no one comes for him, he timidly peeks out from the door, walking slowly and cautiously out into the main room again. He sees Delta and the masked man, fighting, and frowns. Once Delta has the masked man, he walks forward enough to be seen.]

...what... what is going on here..?

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

Delta looks at J for a moment but is cut out of his thoughts by a kick to knee. A small grunt of pain is heard, and he struggles to regain balance. The Alpha steadies himself and soon after tries to throw Masky back into the hallway, away from J's door.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

And Masky goes flying. He crashes into the wall of the hallway with a sickening crunch. There goes his wrenched arm, fractured into pieces now, but he can't feel it. Almost immediately he climbs to his feet, his right arm hangs limply at his side and he stares at it for a moment unsure what's happened. But then his brain snaps back to J. Who's closer now. He heard him.

Where. Is. He.

Is it a smart idea to charge a guy in a huge metal diving suit. Not really. Is he doing it anyway? Yes, yes he is. he wants to knock Delta out of the way to get into the room. He needs to get to J.

[41810.livejournal.com]

"Oh, God." J cowers behind the couch, shaking. He doesn't know what to do. He can feel that familiar creeping up of numb static in the back of his brain.

"Please don't let him take me," he whimpers.