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Claire was only halfway through standing when Nox turned to her, and she almost fell straight back down as his eyes met hers. The chill hit her like a tidal wave, prompting her to audibly gasp, swaying on the spot as though about to fall. "I..." she struggled to speak, to clear her mind enough to do anything.
A single step towards the door was enough to tell her that she wasn't going to make it. Her body was sluggish, almost unresponsive. In a last desperate hope, she reached into her pocket for her phone. With her hand still obscured, she dialed a number.
By the time the call connected, she had sunk down to the floor, her consciousness faded.
The cold and the vice-like grip seemed to snap Nathan out of his trance, and for a moment his face made clear his shock. "Y-you're... what? How..? No, stop- Let me go, that's not what I wanted!" He started to panic, trying to pull away.
Reacting to his master's distress, the until-now quieted Samson jumped up, barking. In what was possibly the worst decision of his canine life, he leaped up in an attempt to bite the arm that held Nathan.
"Stop! I don't want... Please..." The boy's protests grew weaker by the moment, as Nox's miasma sunk into him. His head lolled to the side weakly.
Claire was only halfway through standing when Nox turned to her, and she almost fell straight back down as his eyes met hers. The chill hit her like a tidal wave, prompting her to audibly gasp, swaying on the spot as though about to fall. "I..." she struggled to speak, to clear her mind enough to do anything.
A single step towards the door was enough to tell her that she wasn't going to make it. Her body was sluggish, almost unresponsive. In a last desperate hope, she reached into her pocket for her phone. With her hand still obscured, she dialed a number.
By the time the call connected, she had sunk down to the floor, her consciousness faded.
The cold and the vice-like grip seemed to snap Nathan out of his trance, and for a moment his face made clear his shock. "Y-you're... what? How..? No, stop- Let me go, that's not what I wanted!" He started to panic, trying to pull away.
Reacting to his master's distress, the until-now quieted Samson jumped up, barking. In what was possibly the worst decision of his canine life, he leaped up in an attempt to bite the arm that held Nathan.
"Stop! I don't want... Please..." The boy's protests grew weaker by the moment, as Nox's miasma sunk into him. His head lolled to the side weakly.