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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 2, 2011 0:20:25 GMT 9.5
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Seconds ticked away on the elegant white and gold mantle-piece clock, as a cool draft wafted over the stacks of papers piled heavily on Doctor Helen Magnus’ desk.
Since the Abnormal immigrants from Hollow Earth, and the uprising of those contained in Abnormal camps around the world, time was indeed precious and Helen had her hands full. Reports from Sanctuaries all over the world indicated mass energy spikes, in areas where the Abnormal’s were breaking free. The situation was getting more difficult to contain, with every desperate moment. There was only so much the great Helen Magnus could do.
And then there was the problem with Adam. No reports have been seen to indicate his location. These days, he seemed to be anywhere and everywhere. Who knew what the deranged man had up his sleeve? Due to his daft mishap, thousands of Abnormals were now spilling onto the Earth’s surface, in search of a home after Hollow Earth was destroyed. It was simply madness. And now Helen and the Heads of the other Sanctuaries needed to clean up his mess. They simply didn’t know where to begin. Chaos was sprouting everywhere, and with creatures taking a stand, they could no longer be contained.
Emails and energy field reports were flooding into the network like a flash flood. There were times when she could barely keep up. With Will, Kate and Biggie trying desperately to physically contain the creatures, and Henry keeping tabs on the Abnormals making their appearance, it didn’t leave Helen with a lot. Nikola was off, God knows where. Honestly, the man would be here one day, and gone the next. Without notice. John…Well, who knew what lurked in the man’s soul these days?
Helen reached for her tea cup, and bought the white ceramic glass to her lips and took a sip. The tea was cold. What would have been her fifth cup within the start of the morning, she realise she needed more than tea to calm the nerves. Although the sweet, vanilla scent wafted through her nostrils, even an object as simple as English tea could not keep her focused. Her azure eyes blinked several times, as she carefully placed the cup back on its dish. She needed to try and resolve this issue, and fast. Hopefully given all the reports she was being sent, that she could somehow locate those innocent people who were finally corrupted by the pure, and raw energy creatures, so called as Elementals. A group of people all over the world who had accidentally fallen victim to the destructive forced of these raw elements. Much like John had been, moments before he went on a murderous rampage.
But there were so many things going on at once. She needed to keep track of the Abnormal movements, and find ways to keep them contain. Attempt to find Adam Worth, and stop his final plans coming into play. Locate the new Elementals, who have been spread out all over the world. Make sure her staff are safe, or at least alive. Make contact with Ranna, if by any chance she is alive. Or even trying to find the location of her father. So many thoughts were running through her brilliant mind, but she could only try her upmost best to keep the situations under control.
Taking in a steady, deep breath, she began to reply to the new flood of emails. This would not be easily resolved, much to her dismay.
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Post by JOHN DRUITT on Sept 2, 2011 1:47:31 GMT 9.5
John Druitt watched yet another sunset, its colors embracing the white skin of his face that now reflected a rainbow of hope, hope for a better day, for better times. He watched as couples walked hand-in-hand, completely unaware of the reality surrounding them, completely unaware of the changes that occurred every time they blinked. If only they knew what was happening...
He felt rather jealous of them, jealous of their oblivion. Ignorance was a gift he would be glad to possess at the moment for he found it hard to ignore the fact that the world was about to meet its greatest crisis. He knew what they were going to have to deal with and he knew that it wasn't going to be easy. He could probably give the enjoy it while you still can theory a go but it just wasn't his style. Besides, this was his fault... he had been the one to let Adam go. If only he had allowed Helen to write the end... but he had chosen not to. Why? Basically for two reasons. First, he wanted to believe in second chances. Second, he didn't want the blood to lie on Helen's hands. Instead, it now filled his own and ran down arms, the dense drops hitting the floor with the strength of an earthquake, slowly ripping the floor where he stood apart, forming a river of regrets where he knew he would one day drown.
He closed his eyes for a moment and faces of horror crossed his mind, expressions of the fear that came right before a last breath, a last unspoken plea for mercy. The bodies that accompanied those faces had learned the meaning of cruelty, had met the meaning of monstrosity, had seen them both at the distance of a touch and had witnessed them reaching out towards them, stealing their lives to paint hell.
His hand closed into a first and he closed his eyes tighter.
He was ready to fight. He was ready to help.
He was ready to see her...
As he opened his eyes he found himself standing at the gates of Sanctuary. He could try to teleport himself inside but he knew they would probably have their EM shield on and besides that, he was actually going for a less intimidating approach. This time he would ring the bell and wait to be invited in. This was his white flag, was his silent we come in peace announcement. He truly hoped to be heard for he had promised himself that if Helen didn't want or wasn't ready to accept him, he would turn around and leave. No drama.
That didn't mean he would give up at the first no, though. He knew her too well to just turn his back on her at the first no. Actually, the no that would make him leave was not a spoken no, at least not a soundly spoken no. She spoke to him in many ways and to be honest, words meant nothing, not among friends, not among lovers, not among two people who had shared so much.
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 2, 2011 2:26:23 GMT 9.5
The clock on the mantel continued to tick, ever so timidly. As the minutes turned into hours, she realised she had barely made progress. It has been nearly an hour since she last heard from Dr. Zimmerman, nor Kate. Even Big Guy had seemingly failed to contact her. Had he known she’d be worried?
Sometimes she wished there was more of the team. Having to rely on very few of her staff, had her worried every-time there was a Code Red situation. She honestly wished that she could more. Especially for them. Every-time she sent them out on the field, that although she trusted them with every fibre of her being, she also felt guilty that their lives would be put in danger. She would never forgive herself if anything were to happen to them, and she truly meant that. For decades, she lived in isolation. Refusing to get close to anyone, in fear she will lose them. Time and time again she had been right. But now things had seemingly changed. Now she felt more reliant on others, no matter how independent Helen was as a woman, and as a leader. Now, she felt that friendship and social connections with her colleagues would actually heal her in a sense. Perhaps it was Ashley’s death that sparked the change. Made her realise, that although she has seen so many lost before her eyes; that there were those worth living for.
…Worth fighting for.
Then she heard it. A faint buzz echoing through the speaker-side of the intercom connected to her office. With a few clicks on the main computer, she brought up the intercom live video feed. Dropping her jaw ever so slightly, and with azure eyes glittering with a mixture of curiosity and animosity, she exhaled the breath she had no idea she was holding. He was back.
The Ripper had returned.
There was a buzz from Henry’s lab, as he transmitted his voice through the intercom to Helen’s office. “Uh…Doc? Are you getting this?” There was a slight paused her end, as she could not bear to tear her eyes off the live video feed of the man she had no intentions of seeing again. ”… Very clearly.” She shook her head slightly, managing to finally tear her gaze from the man, for a brief moment. “Did you want me to answer that? The EM field is up at full strength. There is no way he’s going to get in, otherwise.” Helen bit her lip, and breathed in again, ”No, it’s quite alright, Henry. I’ll handle him.” There was a slight pause on Henry’s end. “….Wait. Are you sure about this, Doc?” ”I appreciate your concern Henry, however this can’t go unnoticed. He knows we are here. I’ll take care of this. Continue monitoring this EM field, and report to me immediately if there is any disturbance.”
Clicking off the communicator, she rose up of her chair and immediately headed out of the door without another word. Her long, slender legs took her down several corridors, down the lift, and clicking her heeled boots down the entrance parlour. Her hand finally came to rest upon the handle, and it remained there for several moments. Too many thoughts were running rampant through her mind. Had she made the right choice? He simply could not be ignored forever, no matter how hard she tried. A man with his such demeanor could not simply be ignored.
She took in another deep breath. Tilting her head up high, her eyes gazed through the large old oak doors, as if she could stare right though to him. To think…A man with a thirst for bloodlust, a menacing persona, and the will to kill, stood right opposite the door. A man who had made a name for himself over the years. A name to be feared.
And yet, deep down, she knew this man would not hurt her. She was drawn to him, as he was to her. Only fate could decide.
Finally, she twisted the doorknob and swung the door open, revealing the tall and thin man, with hollow eyes, and lips who have spoken more hurt than love. She looked up into his empty eyes, searching for any sign of remorse. But she needed to settle this.
She kept her slender frame in the doorway, and her hand still resting on the doorknob, not ready to have this man step foot in her home once again. ”….John. What brings you here?”
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Post by JOHN DRUITT on Sept 2, 2011 7:44:52 GMT 9.5
"Hello Helen..." John said, nodding cordially. "It's wonderful to see you." He added as he looked deeply into the eyes of the woman that stood half hidden behind the heavy door. Her posture was one of a confident woman, but the way she had positioned her body so that he couldn't see the inside of those four walls, even though he had already been inside a thousand and one times before, showed that she was taking caution, that she was still weighing the pros and cons of a possible invitation. A warning could have given her more time to take the matter into consideration but calling her would be too awkward and sending her a letter would take longer than having him go around the world, twice.
"I must apologize for my absence..." He started, his eyes never leaving hers as his hands met each other behind his back, "I am afraid my condition deteriorated after our last encounter." The words left his mouth at a slow pace, almost as if he had just returned from running the marathon and was still trying to catch his breath. "Due to the circumstances at the time I thought that searching for treatment elsewhere would be for the best." He let out a small sigh. "I am sure you will understand why it took me so long to return. You're quite an unique being, Helen. Most of the people that tried to help me didn't even understand the problem, let alone have enough knowledge to figure out a healing process." He allowed a small smile to lighten his usually serious and half frozen features.
"I made a few stops on my way here and spoke to a few people..." His till now soft voice tone gained a bit more of strength as the theme also changed. "I also ran into some sort of meeting... the heads of the rebel groups were speaking of taking over a few areas of the main cities around the world." He informed Helen. "They accepted me amongst them... my reputation seems to precede me." Irony and regret embraced those last few words as they came out of his mouth. "I can do this, Helen. I am more in control now than ever. I can play both parts... I want to help."
It was now her turn to speak, her turn to react to what she had just been told. He had tried to imagine what she would do, what she would say, but that was Helen Magnus, the unpredictable Helen Magnus. And besides that, John had long ago learned that not expecting anything was always the best choice for it didn't lead to disappointment.
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 2, 2011 12:17:41 GMT 9.5
As his deep voice escaped his lips, she felt her insides twist in knots. It was something about his voice that seemed unnerve her very soul, and the her wavering courage slowly diminising. Perhaps it was the way he spoke so calmly. Politely. As if he was barely any sign of the Ripper he was, and still were. He made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge, awaiting the next string of empty words. There was a time when she relished in the sound of his voice. Found it soothing, and gentle. Sure, it still was gentle. In his own dark and twisted way. Now she could barely take in the tone of his voice. It now meant nothing to her, as he had the moment he proposed those many decades ago. Now, she could not bear to find any place in her heart for him. Especially, since he was the one who burnt it in the first place.
She now found his presence almost suffocation. Honestly, even now, she had no idea what dark thoughts ran rampant within his brilliant mind. A murderous scientist was not the type of person one should meddle with. Even Helen needed to watch her back.
He greeted her, as if no hardships were wedged between them. As if their past simply did not matter. Her lips thinned, as her eyes bore straight into his, ”You should not be here. You know this.”
She stood there, listening to whatever heartless words came out from his mouth. Even now, she could hardly every take his words in dire truth. To her, he was just all full of lies. Ever unchanging, even to her. He had not changed since she last saw him. ”I tried John. I truly did. But you are not easily forgiven. After all that you’ve done for me, I am truly grateful for, however…” She paused for a moment, and taking that time to briefly look away. Biting her lip, she looked back at his gaunt frame. ”…I simply cannot do this no longer. You’ve hurt me, John. Are you that daft to think I would be so quick to accept you back into my life again? You’re sadly mistaken.” Her words her soft, almost quivering with the ever wild truth. She did not want to be seen in his eyes as feeble and weak. But he hurt her, in more ways that once. She was not one to easily forgive. Especially as a brilliant murderer such as Druitt himself.
Gritting her teeth, she acutely listened to what he had to offer. It was definitely like John to make foolish deals like that. And she was not happy. Why couldn’t he just let her be? Allow her to do her job properly, without him meddling in the centre of it? It was truly madness. ”What did you do? Murder on their behalf, in order to be accepted ? You’re still the same man, John. You never change.”
She shook her head slightly, simply could not believing the words he was speaking. He wanted to help? The last time he did that, he put himself in a ridiculous predicament as he helped Adam Worth get back into Hollow Earth. And nearly got himself killed.
”….Why can’t you just let me be, John? I’ve done fine without your help.”
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Post by JOHN DRUITT on Sept 3, 2011 0:17:50 GMT 9.5
Helen's words felt like sharp knifes being pressed against the still healing wounds from the battle he had been fighting against himself for the past few months. Without having Helen or even Nikola to help, John had to put himself through a treatment that would better fit under the torture category. He had done it because he knew the war was coming and that he would have to fight, he had done it because he wanted to make sure he would be able to choose to fight on the right side of the battle.
He had left Paris against the doctor's orders. He knew that disintegrating and reintegrating would not help his healing process and would cause a whole lot of pain, but compared to the pain he had put Helen through, it was nothing. That was the main reason why he now stood confidently in front of her, showing no sign of pain or discomfort. But as Helen's words penetrated through his still sensitive flesh, he started to feel his muscles giving up on him. Every inch of his skin was on fire and yet he tried to control himself, ignoring the drops of sweat that formed on his forehead and that kept threatening to roll down his face at any moment.
He started rethinking his actions as he read her face. He had decided to return because he thought that offering his help instead of playing his role in the background would be better accepted, he thought that letting her know what he had been thinking of doing would be better than doing it and having her know later, having her know once they ran into each other in the battlefield. But apparently he had been wrong. He should have kept playing from the shadows, from the dark corners that no one dared to visit. At least from there he could watch her, he could help her from a distance and know that she would be grateful, at least till the moment she got to know that it had been him, that he had been the one to give an extra hand.
A sudden flash of pain crossed his face making him turn his back on her to avoid her acknowledging it. He could be dying but he was too proud to let her even consider helping him out of pity. "I am not going to beg you for mercy, Helen." He said quietly, his back still turned to her. "I am not going to apologize for my actions for I too know that apologies are meant to be avoided." He added, closing his eyes as he tried to keep his voice tone sounding unaffected. "And besides, what's a mere apology compared to the monstrosities I've committed?" His irony was more towards himself than anyone else. "Know that blood wasn't shed... at least my hands have been clean for a while... it was my past that opened the door to the rebels reunion." He sighed. "And you are right, my beloved Helen... no one really ever changes. I am glad you have remained the same." He confessed, taking a deep breath before starting to walk away.
Didn't that mean that his true self was still there somewhere? He often thought about that. He could feel the change, he could feel every time the rage decided to take over. He was still there but nobody saw him. But why care? She hadn't said no, she had yelled it out with everything she had. It was time to go.
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 3, 2011 1:00:30 GMT 9.5
Helen was at a loss.
Before her, stood the man who had plagued her ever-lasting life for decades. A man who relished in bloodthirsty revenge. A man who’s selfishness almost murdered their daughter, whilst she was still alive. A man who worked silently in the shadows, begging for him to be accepted into her world again. She knew this ever so well….She knew him far too well.
She dearly missed how things used to be between them. What used to be their innocence. Before Adam Worth. Before Ashley. Before the Five. Their innocence…Now the word seemed almost foreign to her. She would have laughed. Who was innocent in nowadays? He would have been incredibly daft to think that she was. True. John had changed, and not for the better. You could undo the past. It was easier said than done. But he wasn’t the only one who had changed.
Helen was no longer the naïve woman she once was when she met John. Back then, the moments she spent with him were the best memories of her life. Long, cool nights spent making heated love in her bed. Late afternoon’s where John would take her to see the sunset by the sea. Even sitting together in one of the lavish English gardens, and holding each other in arm’s embrace without words. Yet those days were long gone.
Now, she simply looked at him in distaste. John had changed so much, that even she barely recognised him at all. A small pang of guilt rattled her chest, as she saw his tall and thin frame begin to walk away. A part of her knew, that if she allowed him to remain with her, his murderous ego would most likely take hold once again. But the other part of her longed for his presence. Just like the old days. Decades could really change a person’s motives.
”….John. Listen to me.”
Her words were soft as silk, almost quivering with the last of her courage. She knew she may regret this later, but watching him walk away was so very difficult to witness. She didn’t hate him. She just hated the man he had become over the years.
She waited until he at least stopped, to hear her final words. Biting her lip, she tore her gaze away from the man, and focused her gaze on the overcast clouds above. She needed to think. Compose her thoughts. What did she really want? Honestly, she had no clue. She hated the thought of simply giving up on him. But she knew deep down, she needed to take great care.
Finally, after several moments of trying to choose her words carefully, she spoke, ”If you think that whatever ghastly deed you are trying to accomplish, will somehow earn you my respect, then you are sadly mistaken. John, I miss what we had. God, I truly do. But even you know that the past cannot be changed. I simply cannot allow myself to be hurt by your foolish actions again.”
Helen exhaled slightly, trying to read the man’s face. He was almost recognisable to the man she once knew. It hurt her deeply. ”However, if you really do want to help. I suggest you start by re-thinking your ambitions. What is it that you want from me, John? We are far from forgiveness.” Helen kept her hand steady on the door, not fully sure what she should do next. It was up to John to make a change for himself. She had other duties she’d rather be doing, than going in circles of long lost love with John.
”….If you are willing to do the right thing, then allow me to help you.” Helen slowly swung the door fully open, and she stepped aside, almost hesitantly. ”Otherwise, I never want to see your face again. Do you understand?”
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Post by JOHN DRUITT on Sept 3, 2011 6:30:14 GMT 9.5
"Helen, how could I possibly ask you to forgive me when even I cannot forgive myself?" John asked as he turned around so that he was facing her again. "You are the only reason I am alive." He added as he took a step forward. "I have done terrible things and I will have to live with them for years to come." He continued, a hand coming to rest over his chest. Feeling his heart beating under his palm gave him the reassurance he needed to carry on. "I am afraid I don't have enough years left to repay the world for everything I have done but I have now and now I want to do something for those who have done everything for me." He allowed himself to get lost in her eyes for a moment as he said those words.
She moved from her current position, breaking eye contact as she swung the door fully open and stepped aside. "Helen, all you have to do is ask." He wanted to be sure that she was aware of what that invitation meant. "All you have to do is ask me to disappear and I will..." He was giving her time to re-think her offer before it was too late for both of them. If she told him to leave now no one would get hurt. They would probably think the encounter over for a few hours, maybe days or weeks, but then life would take over and they would both become too busy to remember it as more than a quick sting. "I wish I could say I want nothing from you..." He started again, going back to what she had said earlier on. "I am willing to accept what you are ready to give, and nothing more." He assured her, not moving from the spot where he now stood as he wanted to be sure she was ready for this before taking that final step that would be too hard to take back.
As he looked at her, he wished he could just grab her hand and take her across the world and back again, showing her wonders that they together had discovered back when they walked hand-in-hand, back when her face was the first thing he saw in the morning. He wished he could go back in time and stop them from ever using the source blood. The powers it had given them was marvelous and brilliant and had changed their view of the world, had given them more knowledge, but had taken too much in return as well, had taken the only thing he cared about after his mother's death... it had taken Helen away from him. Could he possibly attempt to go back and destroy it? If he destroyed it, would he finally able to fulfill the promise of making her happy till the end of times? He liked to think so. Actually, at times, that thought, that idea that it would all have been different if it weren't for the blood and that promise, that he would make her happy forever, were the only things that kept him from giving up.
He wasn't sure of how or when, but he would find a way of making it happen. Even if he died trying, it would be worth it. It would actually be the perfect ending. As long as there was smile on her face and happiness in her heart, he would be fine. More than fine. That would be the true meaning of the perfection he sought for.
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 3, 2011 12:06:24 GMT 9.5
A sick feeling edged its way through her chest, as heavy as the current decision lay upon her. As if the world was literally on her shoulders. In a way, it was. People looked up to her to make a difference in their world. The world shared by humans and Abnormals alike. In what seemed like a simple concept, the stakes were just too high if she failed to keep this world in harmony. And for that, she would never forgive herself.
So maybe John may be true to his word. She would just never know. Time and time again, he became nothing more than a bloodthirsty menace. A man so riddled with guilt for his past actions, that she feared his shining moment was yet to come. The Ripper years? That seemed amateur compared to the hell that broke lose after his return. And above all, she would never forgive him for the harm that came to Ashley in his wake.
”You let Adam Worth live, for God sakes!” She gritted her teeth, not meaning for the words to come out so harshly. She honestly didn’t want to fight. She was tired of running in circles with him. But she had to ask herself….What did she want? But on the other hand, that man has helped them in the past. Sure, he always wanted something in return. She knew him far too well. However, there were times that she could not have been successful without his help. In truth, yes, she didn’t want to see him go. It hurt to see that.
’You and I both know, that you are not willing to simply disappear so easily, “ She finally let go of the door-knob, and carefully folding her arms tightly over her chest. She let out a tense breath if air, while her eyes seemed to glaze over those blue orbs. ”…I don’t want to see you go. For decades, I’ve been trying to help you. Heal you. But you keep refusing my help. You seem to go off and make your own decisions about what is right. You should have simply come to me first, John. Time and time again, you seem to make the same bloody mistakes!”
She bit her lip, and winced at her words. She didn’t want to be angry. God, why was she like this? She was silent for a moment, lost in her own harsh words. Deep down, she knew she was right. He was always making things more difficult. In recent years, she had to be sure to sleep with an eye open. It was no wonder she had trouble sleeping for so long. Knowing that his presence plague the shadows in close vicinity, seemed to irk her. She did not want to keep living like that.
”….I’m sorry, John, “ She looked into eyes, and tried to bite back the tears that were slowly forming in her eyes. She could not help it. She wanted desperately to be strong, especially now. But she had been hurt for far too long…
…And yet, she still was not ready to see him go.
”I want to help you. Please, allow me to help you, John, “ She took in a deep breath, and continued, ”As you are aware, Hollow Earth has diminished and the Abnormal immigrants have populated the Earth’s surface. I am trying desperately to keep the situation under control, however, it doesn’t look good.”
She paused again. Why is it so hard for her to simply speak to him? As truthful as she may be, words were simply not enough to describe what she was feeling. No, she did not love him. She was far gone from that emotion. But, she was not ready to see him go. To see him perish. It was unlike her to turn away from that so easily. There was a part of her that refused to lose him, not matter what she felt for him.
”In saying this, John. I am asking for your¬ help. If you will not do this for your own path to redemption, then at least do this for me. I am not ready to lose you just yet.”
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Post by JOHN DRUITT on Sept 10, 2011 11:38:49 GMT 9.5
John's treatment had been everything but easy, had been everything but fast, had been everything but painless. For all those months in which he had been tortured in the name of medicine, John had travelled through the attic of his mind, taking his conscience to times of happiness, times that told stories of love, passion and desire. Even if he tried, he wouldn't ever be able to put into words the amount of joy those memories had brought him during such a hard procedure. Truth was, if it hadn't been for them, he would have remained lost, he would have given up.
She, the woman that had so long ago taken his heart, had filled his every cell with hope, a feeling of hope that had lost its bitter taste, a feeling of hope that was gentle to the touch and just as graceful as she was. As he closed his eyes, he could see her standing in front of him, her soft and reassuring palm on his cheek, her mouth close to his ear, whispering words that brought strength back into his bloodstream, delivering it to each and every inch of his body. If only she knew she still had the same role on the theater play he called life, if only she knew that he had given her a part that would last for eternity and beyond... if only he found a way of letting her know that she was still the only one.
But he was afraid.
For the first time since what felt like forever, he feared the consequences of his words. He always weighted them and measured them before speaking, especially when the words were directed at her. Whether he meant to sound aggressive, serious or quiet, there was always tenderness when she was the recipient to his message, there was always care.
But this time it wasn't enough.
He would have to think and rethink his options before letting out the words that had for so long been trapped in his throat. He knew they would find a way out sooner or later, he just hoped that their escape would be noticed and acknowledged with delight instead of disapproval.
"I am here now, Helen. I chose to come here. I am ready..." John said, his tone hushed as her soothing voice made his muscles go numb, helping him ignore the pain that kept moving up his chest. He took baby steps towards the door, his eyes never leaving hers. As he reached the doorway, he leaned against it for support, pausing for a moment. "I did not come here to feed me ego, my darling. I am here for you." He took a deep breath and took the last step, officially standing in her sanctuary.
"For you, Helen."
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 10, 2011 21:23:50 GMT 9.5
Helen was distraught. There was only so much she could do for John. Her once dear, John Druitt. The man who had become her very first love. Her very heart and soul in her life. To becoming the most wanted man in London during the 1800s. This man seemed to have many faces, and frankly, she never knew which one he would use at any given time. It seems nowadays his motives can change in the drop of a hat. On some days he could be a sweet as the very man she grew to love. On some days, his vengeful ways can cause Helen to turn away in disgust.
She felt her breath caught in her throat. He always had a vast amount of wavering courage. No matter how much he seemed to run away, he always found a way back her as. As if he was ready to re-commit to her once again. For old times sake. But she knew, deep down in her heart, that she would never commit to him again. There was only a very shallow level of trust she had with him now. There was a time where she trusted him with her very life. Now ironically, the tables have turned. If he were to ever hurt her, or her colleagues again, he will no longer be welcome in the Sanctuary. In her life. Still to this day, she honestly does not know why she keeps giving him chances. Perhaps there was a part of her that still loved him? However, there would always be apart her that will remain heavily cautious.
Helen closed her eyes briefly, allowing a moment of silence and deep thought to wash over her. She needed guidance. These days now, she seemed lost. Too much weighed upon her shoulders, and dealing with Jack the Ripper was not something she looked forward to handling.
In truth, she did need his help. More than he would ever realise. But still, she needed to be cautious.
”You know I will never turn you away, John. However, pose a threat to my home and my colleagues again, and you will have hell to pay. Don't ever give me a reason to hurt you. Do I make myself clear?” Helen moved aside a little more to allow John to pass through the doorway. She took notice of the heaviness in his step. He seemed somewhat…weak. She watched as he stopped and leaned by the door. Yet without truly thinking, she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"...Where are you injured?"
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Post by JOHN DRUITT on Sept 11, 2011 11:52:04 GMT 9.5
Drugs are known to be highly addictive substances that numb not only the body, but also the soul of whoever consumes them. At first you may convince yourself that you are only going to try, you are only going to take one pill and that will be it, you are only going to inject yourself once and that will be it. If only it were so easy. Once you start, once you give the first bite, you just can't get enough, and so you keep looking for more and more, only feeling reassured when you know that you have a source close by and at your disposal. You can't see anything else, you can't think of anything else... nothing else can make you feel, even when all you want to feel is nothing, is numbness... You have tasted God's tears and now the simple and clear water is to you nothing but another pool of mud for you to avoid, for you to jump over.
Now imagine that your drug happens to be a human being, a human being to whom you deliberately gave your heart. At first you convince yourself that you are giving it for free and that you will not ask for anything in return. But at the first contact with the drug, what the drug gives you in return feels like the universe. What else do you have to give but your whole being? On that moment your life gains sense, gains a meaning that goes by a name, a name that, to John Druitt, is Helen.
Helen had become everything to John even before he had had time to acknowledge a third of what the word everything came with. It had only taken them a look... their eyes met, their thoughts connected and soon their bodies became one under the moonlight, the same jealous moonlight that stole their dreams away, serving as the witness to the monstrosities that were signed by Druitt's cold knife. While away, he fed on the memories from the good old times, times that hadn't been tainted with innocent blood. But every now and then, even with the elemental in control, the thirst for her spoke louder than the rage that cursed through his veins, and he had to see her. Sometimes a stolen look would do, sometimes words had to be shared for the desire to be satisfied... but other times he craved more, he craved her touch, he craved her constant presence, he craved her. The longing would make him hurt both psychologically and physically... He just couldn't be... not without her. And so now, even though exhaustion kept yelling at his system to shut down, even though pain kept begging, asking his eyes to close, he stood there, in front of her, offering what was left of him. He wanted nothing but to share his last breaths with her, for however long they would last.
Her touch was unexpected and made a cold shiver go down his back. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the scent of her perfume and her closeness filling his nostrils. Home, he thought, I've found home.
"I am afraid they are nothing but scars..." He said quietly, "Healing scars that do not appreciate travelling at such costs." He added, a hint of playful irony taking over his voice tone. "I took them to see the world in half a second and this is what they give me in return." He looked at her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Not that I don't deserve it but I had planned to come forward as a valuable card to play, not as a half deceased joker."
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Sept 13, 2011 21:58:04 GMT 9.5
Helen’s touch seemed to trigger hesitation within John very core. He seemed to shiver slightly, or from what she made of it, and so immediately retracted her hand. She blinked a few times, not expecting John to react this way. Time changed many things, and feelings were one of them. They once loved each other. Almost as dashing as Romeo and Juliet, however even that didn’t end well. No true love lasted forever. Helen and John were living proof of that. But now it seems John’s feelings were an obsessive love. One that Helen could not bear to live with no longer. However these days, their feelings were somewhat tense. Uncomfortable, in a sense.
In all sense of the world, Helen no longer felt an undying love for him.
Sure, she cared for him in a way that she would never want to see John fade away from her sight. She never wanted to see him dead, no matter how much he seemed to fuel her anger at times. Helen never wanted him dead, especially not on her own accord. No matter what had happen between them, she never wanted that kind of dark demise to succumb John. Not ever. Helen would never forgive herself otherwise. She had lost Ashley, James and Nigel, and now losing John was something she may not ever be able to handle. He was the spark of her desire. He was the man who had shown her true love, in the days where things were bliss. Those Golden Years which began the fated lives the Five scientists who were set to change the world forever.
Helen’s eyes glistened with emotion. No, she will not shed a tear, not will she ever pity the man again. There were times shortly after they took the Source Blood where she felt sorry for him. Poor John had gotten the worst of it. Madness soon consumed him. And now, Helen felt responsible for this. In volunteering to take the Source Blood into her very body, she condemned the rest of them. Including her first love.
Her lips turned into a thin, solemn line, ”I think that’s enough travelling for now. It’s making your condition worse, John. At least you managed to come here, rather than have me find you in the depths of Cambodia….” With a slight nudge of her hand, she lead John through the large Sanctuary oak doors, and shut them behind her. Turning to look at Johns gaunt face once again, she lifted her chin up, ”Given the current situation, I presume it’s no longer safe outside. Therefore, I will not have you roaming the camps unless you are well enough to do so. These days are dangerous, John. I can’t allow you to be another victim in Adam’s twisted plans.”
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Post by JOHN DRUITT on Sept 23, 2011 0:01:41 GMT 9.5
At first John could swear he didn't feel more than just a simple headache. He hadn't had one in years but still, it felt common and ordinary, it made him feel almost just human and that was somewhat reassuring. What he thought had been more than one hour without feeling rage madly running through his veins turned out to be nothing more than a couple of minutes. Apparently, when you have been insane for more than a century, when you take a deep breath of sanity, it feels like a lifetime has gone by. The dosage was instantly raised and it kept being raised till the simple headache turned into almost unbearable pain.
Fight fire with fire. Fight energy with energy.
John Druitt was electrocuted till he couldn't feel anything, till he turned into a mere observer, watching his own body seizing as the elemental fought to keep its host. The battle took months and the dosage kept being raised till the elemental abandoned John's body, but not without a promise to return, not without leaving a thousand and one scars behind. When it did, the huge building in which John was being treated went pitch-black, the computers connected to the main power source turned themselves off due to the security protocol that instructed them to do so in case of an energy strike. A report was written, blaming what had happened on a supposed storm that no one had witnessed but that no one questioned. Truth to be told, the storm's existence was only half a lie as a storm had truly gone by. Now... now it was time for peace, for the so well deserved tranquility.
He was too weak. He had finished treatment less than 24 hours ago and he had already used his powers a few times. He knew he shouldn't have but he had to see Helen and for that he needed a rather strong excuse, so why not gather some information about the current state of affairs on the abnormal side of the world? Dealing with the rebels had been quite easy. Apparently the fact that he looked like hell made them think that he actually owned the place. He was feared. Even though his blood was no longer boiling with longing for shed blood, he could still smell the fear. Now the quite distinct scent of fear didn't excite him as much though, but it made him rather grateful for it took a lot less effort to retrieve data from the lost souls that planned to conquer the planet. If only they knew who they were up against! Helen Magnus is not someone you want to play with. First, the ones who surround her will make you pay for whatever damage you cause her. Second, she is a warrior, a true warrior.
"My beloved Helen, I've seen hell and I do not wish it to come upon anyone, not even upon my worst enemy." John said, his voice careful, weighting his every word. "I specially do not wish it to come upon you." He added, "You deserve nothing but peace, my dear, and I truthfully hope there is still time to avoid uncontrollable consequences." He carried on. "These are dark times, indeed, but I am sure we will find a way around it." He gave her a gentle smile. "After all, that is what we have been doing for the past century, has it not? Finding ways around what the world believes to be impossible... and we are still here, alive to tell the story."
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Post by DR HELEN MAGNUS on Oct 7, 2011 18:12:06 GMT 9.5
[OOC: I apologise GREATLY for the delay in this reply. I'm so sorry. ]
Helen wanted to help John so desperately. It tore her heart to shreds every time she saw him like this. Nowadays he just seemed so, distant. But then again, so did Helen. It was an emotional defence mechanism. Every time her emotions were played with so harshly, she hid herself away. Usually in her office, just to allow her some time to breathe. To think. To ponder. To piece her life back together. Not many people got to see her like this, and only a very select few did. She knew that if there was a time where she would break down, the consequences were dire. When she did, it was clear that her world had crumbled. And in some cases, not even Will could not help her.
But she needed guidance. Heading. Some moral and just sense of direction, just to divert her emotions elsewhere and turn it from negative to positive. Thus, there were times where she was glad she still felt something. Anything. It was a relief to know that she was still only human inside, despite what many others perceive her to be.
Though she wished she was stronger.
She loved him. More than he would ever realise. A first love which began in passion captured her heart, and became one with it forever. Her first love. An undying love like that was difficult to let go. You could push that person away many times, but the love is still there. With a fiery passion and burning desire for more, she simply could not let the man slip away from her life that easily. Every time he left, there was a gaping hole in her heart. A wound left unhealed. She constantly longed for his company, even briefly.
”We’ve been through a lot in one hundred years, John. You I both know that you can’t change the past, or our past decisions. We are living proof of that. However, our love was lost a long time ago, “ Helen looked up into John’s eyes, urging him to understand. To realise this. It hurt her to even tell him this, but it was true. What he became changed everything. Her bottom lip quivered so slightly, and she was eager to change the course of the conversation, only simply out of fear that she may actually emotionally break down. ”Everything has changed. Not just between us, but the entire world. The world we once knew is lost, and now our very lives are at stake. Everything is in jeopardy, and Adam is in the centre of it all.”
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