Don't Touch

Rooftop Tangle

"Okay so you're all set up Greg," Prof Brooks said extending her hand. Still feeling rather shaken by his recent run in with a Hellhound Greg reached out and shook her hand. "Welcome to SIPS."

Greg put on a smile and thanked the professor before he turned around to exit the room. As he opened the door he was only half surprised to see Sonya and Flannery waiting for him with curious eyes. He acknowledged them both with a curt nod that didn't say much of whether he got in or not, just a very subtle nod of the head. He could tell the at least for Sonya the suspense was killing her, and that him not saying anything was making it worse.

"Well?" Sonya began following closely behind Greg. "What'd she say?"

"Well- I'm in. I'm officially part of 'SIPS,'" Greg said heading straight for the water fountain. He took a drink then something occured to him. "Hey, where's Sixx?"

To that Sonya rolled her eyes while Flannery simply shrugged her shoulders leaving Greg to wonder what to do next. Obviously Sixx wanted some alone time or he never would've left the girls. Still there was a sneaking feeling in his chest that was beginning to bug him, almost like there was something somewhere really bad was about to happen.

"You were in there for bout an hour. I'd say he got bored and took off." Flannery said looking around the hall with an odd expresion that Greg couldn't name. Did she feel it too, he wondered. "Anyway how'd you get a schedule if you weren't accepted?"

"Oh I was accepted before we even got here." Greg said wiping water from his lips. "She just had to do the interview for some protocols- Where'd Sonya go?"

Flannery's eyebrows went up at the question but she turned her head and it went back as she realised that Sonya had indeed vanished. "The heck? She was right here."

"Yeah I know, I pointed it out." Greg said with a bit more sarcasm than intended.

"Okay smartass have fun finding your classes." Flannery said turning her back on Greg and was already walking away.

"Hey Flannery wait-" Greg said grabbing her hand and recoiled as soon as cotact was made. Flannery turned around and looked at him with a questioning expression. "Did- did you just burn me?"

"It crossed my mind," She said flatly before she shook her head. "But no I didn't."

"Well what the hell jus-" Greg stopped and felt his entire body go numb causing him to fall against the bathroom door.

"Greg?!" Flannery exclaimed rushing back to him and tried helping him up. "You okay?"

"I think so-" He just barely managed to choke out before the burning started again.

It felt like someone bashed his head in with a pipe for a moment everything went blurry and his ears began ringing. The ringing grew louder and louder until he felt like his eardrums were going to burst, but threw all of the ringing he heard a very distinct cry of pain. Only when he himself felt a searing pain in his left shoulder did he realise that he was the one screaming.

Like a tidal wave Greg felt EVERYTHING come rushing back to him almost as if he were returning back to his body from some where. The pain, the absolute burning pain that he felt in his shoulder was far too much for words to do justice. The sensation of thousands if not millions of needles impaling every bit of his skin that was being touched was forcing Greg's body to spasm, in an effort to rid one part of his body from pain.

All over Greg felt needles wedging, driving, and grinding their way into his skin. He opened his eyes at the feeling of ice streaming down his cheeks, and was greeted to the sight ove something huge carrying him somewhere. Greg tried to struggle and break free of whatever had him but only made things worse on his body.