Blood bags and Hunters: A Sabbat's Story (closed)

The two paramedic both with dark skin and ghetto manners looked at Samantha as polite as they could at 2AM with probably two shift already on them.
"We had a call from 911. Something about a shooting when the police got to the scene he was all they got. His condition is responsive to physical reflexes and to light everything else is dead. But you're the crab doctor so... you'll know what to do."

Hermit Crab Symbolism:

All preeliminar dianostics corroborate what the paramedic said.

OOC: Samantha knew that very low life signs can pass unadverted by conventional techniques like estetoscopes and mirrors for breathing.

Two things remarkably shocked Samantha while she was examining the man in front of her. That it remained alive in the sense of autonomous reflex arcs and that there was almost no blood. Just a few in his garments, jacket and few more on the back end of the stake. Nothing more.

This was getting as odd as it gets. This man had several broken bones including the skull in two or three identifiable impact point with also very low bleeding. <Per haps a coagulatory abnormality?>

Examining the rest of the body she found three stab wounds in the lower part of the torso, next to the kidneys and again almost no blood spilled around the wound.

ER rooms around her still were boiling in activity, she could hear nurses and paramedic going back and forward shouting orders in medical codes. Every person passing near the door just did two things awe in terror and get the fuck away from that cubicle.

While she was examining the victim's pockets she found nothing that could identify the victim. However she did manage to identify one the weapons used to injured the back of the victim's skull a shovel. She could imagine the sound it made by the impact *PLANK*

Samantha got the freeshman of the interns to help her with this task. Not just because he was the least bias toward her but also due to his physical strength.

Marcus was half russian and half american. Blue eyes and strong arms to help you.

The couple surrounded the carcass. Samantha held him by the shoulders with one hand and the other around his neck. Watching the wound as Marcus pulled the stake out as slowly and careful as he could. And then the operation started.

As Marcus was about to pull the stake a couple entered the cubicle. One man, one female but dressed as motorbiker riders, full leather and wearing bike helmets. Each had some sort of pistol in the belt, another tide to the leg and shotgun in the back. Above all that the male was holding a big revolver against the security guard and screaming for everyone to shut up.

The female biker approach to Samantha's cubicle and said.
"Here he is" while walking inside the cloth walls and looking at Marcus. Then she continued. "There are two witness" strange comment since the policeman, the paramedics and half the ER room saw the man and may be examined him.

Then the other biker came in and said. "Stupid bitch! What you mean by witness. What we need is a hostage" by finishing this sentence he knocks the security guard and try to grab Samantha and said. "This one is alot lighter." at the same time the female shots Marcus in the leg and walked down to the carcass to lift him like he was made of feathers.

OOC: After an infinite amount of dice would have been rolled...

The male biker finally reached for Samantha terrified ass by her left arm. The pressure was brutal, the man almost crack her humerus, his hand we made of iron and as Samantha tried to pushed him away she realized his skin and muscles were too.

While Marcus scream along with the rest of the chorus about being shoot in the leg, the biker bitch grabbed Jhon Doe and threw in her shoulder like nothing and started to walk out. The man said turned Samantha and puts her against his chest looking forward and the still hot tip of his gun against her skull and said almost in a whisper.
"I really want to see the colour of your brain, so don't do anything stupid. Shall we?" and he started to walk.

The man moved fast for such a heavy contexture.

Inside the ER everyone was frozen in terror while they watch the four running from the scene. At the ER back door Samantha saw another biker standing by while the man whistled to another in the front door as they went out. Once out with this comando task force there were other two awaiting with a bunch of heavy metal attunned choppers. A siren started to be heard at the distance.

One of the guys said. "2 minutes. Nice Chief"


"What about the girl?" as he pointed a 9mm aiming for her head.

The big guy holding her said.
"Larry is dead. We need another doctor" and lifted her to sit in front of him as he took the main riders sit. Not exactly comfortable and they took off avoiding the police contact.

The biker bunch drove down to The Bronx, more specifically Baychester. Ugly place even for Samantha who has being around ER rooms for a very long time and especially in New York City they're something to template anyone's soul. Eventually, they arrived to a warehouse that was next to a residential building, and went to an alley between both buildings. In there was a steel door that started to lift as soon as the motorcycles started to roar their engines.


Inside was pitch darkness, only the lights from the motorcycles gave some notion of deepness in that huge warehouse. Concrete columns supported the base of the second floor, at many yards high, along with the brick walls in the perimeter. The base floor was also concrete. The windows all blocked with steel plates welded to nails in the walls.

The bunch stopped suddenly, in front had appear a man wearing a gray hooded sweeter.


The creature was horridly deformed, teeth showing out of his mouth and claws instead of nails, red eyes and dry skin crocodile style. Then the creature said with lyrical voice.

“Hello Chief, welcome back.

What’s up with the blood bag? Did you bring me a snack?”

The big man riding with Samantha answered.

“She’s Larry’s substitute.

Pierre! Turn on the lights!” he finally yelled.

The place got completely illuminated. It was a wretch of an old textile factory, machines here and there and interesting enough a big hole in the center of the huge room, at least 10 yards in diameter. Some noises started to complain from inside of it.

The horrid creature was even more real with the lights turned on. He putted his arm to cover his eyes from the bright light that just illuminated the place, hurrying to put on sunglasses.

Samantha was truly more terrified that she had ever been. Tear dry on her visage, eyes red for the wind and dispair. Her thoughts and dreams of family and a future she was likely to lose forever haunted her while the worst fears took over. The more terrifying of all was not what was done to her but there were about to do.

The first change of traffic lights ready Sam to jump and scream for help but they just kept going without paying attention to the incoming cars. Where is the police when its needed? The answer came soon enough as she saw them eating donuts in the next block. What about car chases and police attending events like this in seconds? Part of the movies, per haps.

They crossed Wards Bridge and then to The Bronx Kill up to the warehouse while all siren's were left behind in Manhattan.

Samanthan tested The Chief's reaction than grip rather, as she was sitting between his arms, each holding one end in the motorcycle's handle. There was little space to get away and yet he try to move and the reaction was immediate he said. "One way or the other you're comming with me." his tone meant I will rip off your legs if I have to.

Once inside the warehouse as they ummounted the steel door back down The Chief let Samantha unattended and it was her moment. She jumped out of the motorcycle into the maze of machinery, debry and trash all over the place. She could see the female biker drawing her 9mm, the same had Markus shot not long ago and even quicker The Chief's arm hitting her elbow making her miss the shot that echoed inside the building and whistled near Wilson's head.

The next she heard was a heavy smack something or someone hitting against a column and The Chief's scream. "I said I need her."

After a short pause she heard again.
"Pack! Listen up. Drop all your weapons. Disciplines of all kind are forbiden. It's time to Play Mice in the Maze!"

OOC: Please roll Wits + Stealth to find your hidding place for Samantha.

While the "Pack" took off their weapons and surrounded the two accesible sides of the maze, Samantha had the chance to find a hidding place. Between two big machines of unknown function covered with a blanket that left a good spot to analyse the situation.

The pack was integrated by seven members the six Wilson had already seen at the ER and the Seventh deformed man that was expecting the troop inside the warehouse. Six male and one really stupid female in total. It wasn't likely that the Chief took part in this game also the warehouse keeper showed little interested in participating. So that left only five loons chasing after her.

While she was thinking about it the Chief shouted in a very threatning tone.
"If anyone make her bleed will answer to me bitches!

The first to bring her to my feet wins! Begin!"

Samantha started to look around. There were at least three floors above her, the stairway was made in metal rusted and decayed over the years at least 20 yards away from her inside the maze. No windows were unblocked and she didn't know the structure to start looking for other exits, so she had to guess.

When she was preparing to make her first move she heard a voice whisper next to her.


"Shhh..." he whispered. Samantha dropped a drop of sweat out of fear.

The "Thing" gave Samantha two 9mm browning pistols fully loaded.
"A gift from The Chief..." said while going back to darkness, vanishing in thin air.