DAY FOUR - THE ESCAPE

[inferis]

[The doors have been blown up, finally opening the link between both ships. The tunnel joining the two remains in tact, but space suits will be required to ferry people across. Unfortunately, the gravity core of the Event Horizon has been activated - and soon a black hole will form in the middle of the ship. Destination: Hell. The non-corrupted residents need to get their corrupted friends off the Event Horizon and onto the Lewis and Clark, and they have fifteen minutes to do it in.

Of course, the corrupted residents want nothing more than to ride the gravity core into hell, and they'll meet any attempt to remove them from the ship with extreme force. And that timer keeps counting down...]

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[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe hadn't taken a weapon with her, she's always been better without one anyway. In her state of mind (and with what little sleep she's had the past few days) she trusts herself more without a weapon in her hand.

Sorry, Adam, she's still stepping towards Peter with one hand outstretched. She tries to simultaneously show that she's not armed - not a threat - and beckon him to come with her.]

No, Peter. You don't have to save them. You can't. There isn't enough time. You have to come with us, now.

[hardenedimmortal]

[He stalks off to the side, trying to get at an angle where he could easily get a hit in if Peter tried to go after Phoebe]

He's far past reason.

[spongetastic]

[he moves the scalpel into stab position. He doesn't seem to recognize either of them at the moment. The hallucinations cloud their faces, changing them into something foreign]

Ashes, ashes... we all fall down.

[kungfuwitch]

[She lowers her voice so only Adam can hear her. Her eyes are all on that knife. Oh this is bad. This is really really bad. And the guy standing next to Peter and staring at her isn't helping her comfort levels in the least.]

I had to try.

[She takes a slow breath, changing her stance into something more defensive. He's probably lost enough blood and is (hopefully) disoriented enough to slow him down.]

We don't want to hurt him more than we have to. Think you can grab him?

[hardenedimmortal]

I think he's not going to go without being knocked out. I've seen men like this before, driven to the point where they recognize nothing. The pain from their wounds should cripple them, yet they're stronger and more dangerous than they would be in their normal state.

If I could get him in position, do you think you could knock him out?

[He was speaking in a low tones that only Phoebe should be able to hear. His eyes never leave Peter, constantly watching for any sign of attack]

[kungfuwitch]

[She takes a shaking breath as she watches Peter. She hates that it had to come to this. She hates that she has to resort to physically incapacitating her HUSBAND to get him to safety. She hates this place and what it's done to all of them. But right now. Right in this moment. She knows what has to be done and that there isn't time to try to find another way.

She nods, voice still low.]

I have, too. [Another breath, her hands closing into fists] Yes. Yes I can.

[spongetastic]

[true Peter's lost blood and he's much weaker than before. But he's not stopping, he's not letting them take him away. Nothing is going to stop him from being a hero]

I can hear you. But I have to... I have to save everyone. I won't let you do this!

[yeah guess what, he's gonna go try stabbing somebody now. Probably Adam, since he's closer]

[hardenedimmortal]

[Adam puts up an arm to block Peter and, to his misfortune, the knife stabs through it. Cursing, he tries to twist away, swinging the pipe in an arc that would hopefully land on Peter's ribs]

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe hangs back, watching the men and waiting for her chance. She doesn't want to risk hitting Adam or getting in the way of that knife.

All she needs is one shot.]

[spongetastic]

[not only does he lose the blade when Adam twists away, but the pipe cracks him in the ribs-- possibly further damaging a previous wound. Peter cries out in pain, falling to his knees. If those weren't broken before they sure are now]

[kungfuwitch]

[That's one of the most sickening noises she's ever heard but she doesn't have time to hesitate. She rushes forward, grabbing Peter by the shoulders.]

I'm sorry.

[With those final words she slams her forehead into his, aiming to knock him out cold.

She hears someone coming up behind her and instinctively whirls around, aiming a roundhouse kick at the man's head. Her foot connects with his- Daniel Webb's- cheek, knocking him to the floor.]

[spongetastic]

[a burst of pain, and then white stars flash briefly in his vision before he crumbles to the ground. And he's out for the count, folks]