Post by *Casimir Goetschl on Sept 7, 2009 14:43:27 GMT -5
'Damn it.' was the only thought that could escape his lips. He was too late. The park was closed. Euro-Disney. Public, out in the open, typically a safe place for anyone to be. The only people that remained were the employees and even they were leaving for the night. The objective had been simple, try and blend into the crowd while hiding in the park but with the gates closed, Casimir would have to jump them and he was in no shape to be jumping anything. His body screamed in agonizing pain as his breath formed small white clouds on the night air. They were close and he knew it. They ad found him in London, striking the London Home to force Casimir to flee and flee he had. They wanted him, to finish him off. Chaos had engulfed that Coven on this day and Casimir had spent the majority of it on the run. From London and to Paris. The Coven could not protect him. They had failed.
His pistol was in his right hand, his left arm crossed over his abdomen. So desperately did he want to stop and rest. Talena had done wonders pulling the bullets from his body, stitching him up even but he needed fluids and proper medical care. A massive amount of blood loss mixed with malnutrition did not help any. Still, he had to find her. Well her or anyone affiliated with her. The two largest packs in the western world were New York and Paris. Paris slightly larger than New York was known for his dominant Alphess, an Alphess that Goetschl did not have a great history with. New York was known for the Arab that ran it but given what was happening, what was occurring to that pack, if anything happened to Casimir another Alpha Wolf needed to be made aware of what Vampires were up too. He could not let anyone, wolf or whatever else accidentally walk into a slaughter.
Would she know he was here? Katra Maguire had eyes and ears everywhere. If she and her pack did not already know that Casimir was running through Paris, they would definitely know of the Vampires in hot pursuit of him. His only chance was to get as much attention drawn to himself while trying to avoid his pursuers. Around the ticket booths and towards the front gates of the theme park, Goetschl grunted as he leaned against a support pillar to the track for the rail system of park. "Come on... think..." he cursed himself. So lightheaded, so tired but he had to keep on, he had to keep going.
"I smell him." the crooked voice of one pursuer broke the liar, "This way."
'I'm out of time.' Casimir lifted the Pistol into the air and fired several shots. Pop... pop... pop. pop. pop. pop. Six shots wizzed through the air while echoing throughout the area. Each one sounded like it was occurring all around. Lifting his other arm, Goetschl spotted the blood that seemed through the shirt and coated his hand, a stitch broke. Gunfire in a Paris theme park should grab anyones attention, not just Vampire. Now it was a race against time. He had to hold off long enough for someone to come.
He had to deliver the warning.
His pistol was in his right hand, his left arm crossed over his abdomen. So desperately did he want to stop and rest. Talena had done wonders pulling the bullets from his body, stitching him up even but he needed fluids and proper medical care. A massive amount of blood loss mixed with malnutrition did not help any. Still, he had to find her. Well her or anyone affiliated with her. The two largest packs in the western world were New York and Paris. Paris slightly larger than New York was known for his dominant Alphess, an Alphess that Goetschl did not have a great history with. New York was known for the Arab that ran it but given what was happening, what was occurring to that pack, if anything happened to Casimir another Alpha Wolf needed to be made aware of what Vampires were up too. He could not let anyone, wolf or whatever else accidentally walk into a slaughter.
Would she know he was here? Katra Maguire had eyes and ears everywhere. If she and her pack did not already know that Casimir was running through Paris, they would definitely know of the Vampires in hot pursuit of him. His only chance was to get as much attention drawn to himself while trying to avoid his pursuers. Around the ticket booths and towards the front gates of the theme park, Goetschl grunted as he leaned against a support pillar to the track for the rail system of park. "Come on... think..." he cursed himself. So lightheaded, so tired but he had to keep on, he had to keep going.
"I smell him." the crooked voice of one pursuer broke the liar, "This way."
'I'm out of time.' Casimir lifted the Pistol into the air and fired several shots. Pop... pop... pop. pop. pop. pop. Six shots wizzed through the air while echoing throughout the area. Each one sounded like it was occurring all around. Lifting his other arm, Goetschl spotted the blood that seemed through the shirt and coated his hand, a stitch broke. Gunfire in a Paris theme park should grab anyones attention, not just Vampire. Now it was a race against time. He had to hold off long enough for someone to come.
He had to deliver the warning.
