lifelines: haunted }{ i take it the em shield is up ({ no i'm not in control)
helen magnus, m.d. d.t.c.x.b. ([personal profile] lifelines) wrote in [community profile] themusemanor2012-05-23 12:22 am

PSL - John Druitt | Helen Magnus ---> Would you mind if I hurt you?

He was still in the Sanctuary. She knew he was and her jaw tightened in anger at the thought of what he'd done to that poor woman. The whole thing just reeked of Whitechapel and she hated it, hated the memories this incident was bringing up. She'd never expected him to get over his bloodlust, not fully and especially not after what he'd done to the Cabal, but somewhere deep inside her, she'd hoped anyway. She couldn't help but let her heart destroy itself with the hope she still had for him.

"John?" she called out confidently through the halls, clicking the ammo rounds in place as she walked and then aiming her gun in front of her. No tranquilizer rounds this time. She was aiming to seriously injure him because she would never be able to kill him. At least, she knew she could try, but actually going through with it? Who knew?

"I know you're still here. Come out and make this easier on both of us."

But John never made things easy. He certainly hadn't during the first Ripper case and he wouldn't start now. Helen didn't expect him to. She could only hope.
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[personal profile] dissedbytesla 2012-05-23 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
In the time Helen was trying to find him, John was calmly cleaning that empath's blood from his knife. He knew he wouldn't get away with the murder, and he hadn't intended to. From the moment that woman mentioned the darkness he was harboring and he had snapped open the small blade, he had known there was no going back. There was no running. There was only the knowledge that he couldn't contain his murderous nature any longer.

He heard her calling his name, and without a sound he slipped his weapon back into his trench coat pocket and waited just behind a corner. John listened carefully, hearing the click of her heels and gauging just how far from him she was. Not too long before she rounded on him. And he was quite ready.

The knuckles of his hand cracked as he balled it into a fist. Traces of red remained on his skin, but he admired it only for a moment before returning to listening for Helen. Oh yes, he wanted her to find him. And he wanted to put up one last fight before this all ended.