[i]Undisclosed Location[/i] "Dammit Specter get her in there!" Ghost screamed at the medic of Vanish Squad, Specter, who had Eve in his arms as they sprinted down a long, white hallway lit by fluorescent halogens. Ghost had ordered the rest of the team to get the hell out, while Ghost ran with Specter to the nearest operating room. Specter, was the only reason she was still alive. Eve, was not a pretty sight to behold..to say the least. After the squad's encounter with Lucien Farcòn and Desmond Galloway, Lucien had left her in pieces..literally. She was missing her right arm and leg, the stumps blackened to a char, her body was covered in third degree burns, some spots blackened by cobalt fire, even the hair on her head had been burnt from her scalp. She was unconscious, and the only reason she wasn't dead, was for Specter's holding her in a suspended stasis with his temporal abilities. It was why he was their medic; he could suspended someone's body in a temporal stasis to keep them from dying, along with being able to speed up the body's healing abilities. Which he'd already done...Eve's body couldn't regenerate limbs. They burst through a set of double doors, swinging open as Ghost screamed orders to doctors and Specter got her to the operating table. "Keep her alive! I don't care what you have to do, just keep her alive!" Ghost yelled at the doctors, who immediately complied. Not only was it their job to rescue lives, but they knew who Ghost was. Or, they knew of him. And they were more than obliged to listen. Some ushered Specter and Ghost out, while others got to work on Eve, crowding around her with anesthetics, surgery tools, and shiny pieces of metal.. Several hours later... Ghost was the only one in the waiting room, elbows resting on his knees and head in his hands. The other's had gone away to actually get some sleep or do something better with their time. Unlike Ghost, they knew sitting and worrying would do Eve no good. They'd come back once they got news, which would only take any one of them a few seconds. Ghost was jolted to awareness as a doctor came through a door, green scrubs decorated with dried bloodstains, a worried expression on his face. On both of their faces. "She's alive." The doctor said, and Ghost didn't breathe a sigh of relief yet. He knew by the doctors face it wasn't a happy matter. "But..she's far from what she used to be. We had to take drastic measures to keep her alive.." (Closed.) ~~~~ [i]Dojo Woods[/i] Desmond enjoyed the silence..it was simple. No one there except for himself and his thoughts. His thoughts, in particular, were geared towards the monster currently inside of him, courtesy of Lucien Farcòn. He'd asked for it. He didn't want to die, even if he could come back. He wasn't paying that price again, especially when it could have been Chloe. But the Black Ram.. He'd been practicing, devouring different animals. Wolves, foxes, birds, even a bear. The Ram within him agreed heavily at his use of it's power, but the Ka'kari wasn't too keen on it. "Desmond, why are you gonna goad this thing, when you know damn well its malevolent in it's very nature?" It spoke inside his head, clearly pissed with him. Unlike the Ka'kari, the Ram wasn't sentient in nature, but the Ka'kari could still feel it was sharing space with this new entity within Desmond. And he didn't like it's presence. Because Lucien told me I'd have to, unless I wanted myself devoured, Desmond thought to himself, and by extension, the Ka'kari. He could feel this monster wanting out, but it was suppressed by food. Desmond had to admit, the abilities it gave him were beyond useful, but they felt..wrong. (Open.)