You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

[foundacause]

Who: Meg and OPEN
Where: All around the Science Centre
When: Day 154 - Day 158
What: Hellhounds are running amok and Meg is trying not to die – aka the catch-all Meg post
Warnings: Language, gore, violence and lots of it. Character death.

Meg doesn't need to sleep. Sometimes she sleeps for the joy of dreaming. Other times she doesn't bother. Same with food - she doesn't need to eat to sustain herself but sometimes she eats for the joy of it. This is one of those days where she is wide awake and looking for something to eat while the majority of the normal little squishy people at the Science Centre dream their little dreams of puppies and rainbows - or whatever the hell squishy human types dream of.

She's only about half way through her triple layer peanut butter, jelly and cheese sandwich when she hears the all too familiar and all too unwanted growling in the distance. At first she dismisses it; after all some of the foods in this place are said to do strange things and who's to say she didn't pick up weird alien lube instead of jelly? Hearing things could totally be the fault of the PB, J and cheese tower - right?

The snarls and the growls grow louder; and the closer and louder they get the more Meg begins to thing this is not the fault of the sandwich. Fuck. That can only mean one thing... Hellhounds.

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[foundacause]

Think, Meg, think. Stop freaking out and form a plan. The salt wouldn't hold the hellhounds for long - while they couldn't break the salt line directly, they would huff and nudge at the door until it broke itself and then all hell would break loose - quite literally.

She reached for her angel blade, and let out a resigned sigh. "How fast can you run?"

[drunqualified]

"Fast enough."

There was room for an argument. In his life there was always room to find some quibbling dissent of opinion, in this case, Bones was casting worried glances back at this stranger. A woman who seemed ready for anything.

"What did you have in mind?"

Unlike what some annoying Vulcans might think, Leonard was perfectly capable of tracing the logic of a situation. They were stuck.

Unless they opened the door and got themselves unstuck.

He only wondered how they'd both manage to make it out of the room.

[foundacause]

Meg moved closer to the doors and crouched down. Even through the door cracks she could feel the hot breath of the beasts beyond. The one monster she didn't want to come face to face with again and they were right there.

She tried to judge how many there were. Three? More? It was hard to tell. It wasn't going to be a picnic, that was for sure.

"You break the salt line. We let the dogs in. I keep them busy while you run."

[drunqualified]

"Ma'am, I don't know what kind of a place you come from. But I wasn't raised to go running off and leave a lady in that kind of a lurch."

As strong as his instinct for self preservation was. There were some things you just didn't do.

This woman had guts though, McCoy would give her that. He was no stranger to strong and capable sorts. No matter who it had been though, Uhura or Chekov or even that bastard Vulcan himself, Bones would have pitched a fit at that plan.

He might have agreed to leave Spock behind though. Maybe.

[foundacause]

Well wasn't he just a total gentleman? Shame Meg was no lady. Oh well. Meg's eyes flickered black as she smirked at him. "Not exactly a lady, Sugar." A beat. "Hi, I'm Meg. A demon."

Her own sense of self preservation was pretty high as a general rule, but apparently sacrificing yourself was the in thing these days.

"So, ready to run?"

[drunqualified]

"Yeah? So was my ex." Not literally, of course.

No actually either. The former Mrs McCoy had been a wonderful woman, but one was allow certain liberties of painting the past.

"I don't like it."

Bones doesn't see a way around it, unfortunately. He hopes that Meg is being more literal than he was when she described herself. Not that he's willing to believe her on the basis of two minutes and a mind for salt. But he's seen tougher things than Klingon's and there are more unknowns in the great big universe than anyone in the Federation is willing to admit.

"Come with me."

[foundacause]

"We both run, we both get torn to pieces. Trust me, it hurts like a bitch." Meg was speaking from experience. While she hadn't had the full torn to shreds experience, but she had had her arm shredded and that was bad enough.

She spun her blade in her hand, slinking to a fighting stance.

"I've no plans on dying today. Break the line and run."

[drunqualified]

What kind of man was he? McCoy was a doctor. He wasn't a hero, he wasn't built like a Vulcan tank and able to withstand the kinds of punishments that would end a poor human. Nor was he imbued with that cocksure luck that meant jumping off of a cliff and hanging by the edge would somehow always work out.

Jim would have stayed. Spock would have stayed.

Bones nodded and swiped the line of salt. Ducking out into the hallway and making a break for it.

Of course.

He was also a goddamn Starfleet Officer. Which was more paramilitary than military so the ideal of never leaving a man behind, or a woman in this case, wasn't always feasible. But it was an ideal none the less.

Leonard grabbed the first loose object he could find. Pieces of broken chair in this case, someone else must have tangled with this pooches prior to this. He ran back too. Maybe it was stupid.

"I sure as hell hope someone taught you bastards how to fetch!" Not that he could see them when he started throwing chair at the snarling whirl of air. He was going to run again, and this time hopefully one or more of them would follow. Killer dogs, or sacrificial demons, McCoy wasn't getting particular.

[foundacause]

Were all human men so stubborn? Really? Stubborn and with a death wish. Meg thought it was just the Winchesters that went running moronically towards death but maybe it was just a male thing in general.

She rolled her eyes before lunging at one of the hellhounds, slicing it's throat. Of course, to someone who couldn't see the hounds it looked as though she was merely waving her blade in thin air - except for the pained howl and the gush of black blood.

"When I said 'run', I meant in the opposite direction."