Thread: Chaos and Order...and So Much More. (Anaeria and Methos)

The hospital was enormous, and as Isany climbed out of a taxi dressed in a black, loose fitting dress to somewhat hide her costume underneath, tall black stiletto heels clicking on the pavement, she looked up at the building as the driver drove off with a ridiculous grin on his face, the scent of an oddly compelling perfume being the cause for why she had no need to pay him. He wouldn't remember dropping her off either, and of course, luck was with her as she took a walk around the building, surreptitiously dropping small seeds into the dirt of the flower beds that were backed up against the white walled building itself. Within seconds her seeds had begun to grow, but it would be closer to midnight before the building was covered with the vicious, thorny vines, and as she entered the building through the front door and took a seat in a small corner of the ER waiting room, emerald eyes watched silently as several ambulances drove up to deposit their pained, piteous burdens. Shotgun wounds came in with a woman who had sliced herself open from the elbow to her wrist, her boyfriend of ten years had found her on her bed and was with her, railing at her unconscious form as the paramedics met with a doctor, who was by far too fat himself to be healthy. And then he made her target list, that fat man, as a cop was brought in with a single gunshot wound to the shoulder. The doctor was acting all high and mighty as camera's arrived, filming the 'good men' of the Saint Francis Hospital who tended to the heroes that fell in the line of duty. Duty-shmooty, the snake-woman could smell the stink of alcohol on the cops' breath and in his pores as he was driven past the waiting room and into the ER. He had been a fool, and would now be dubbed a hero. Pathetic, how humans saw heroes in anyone they could. It was ten minutes to midnight when her dear little babies hit their growth spurt. Vines the width of her upper arm shot across the entrance of the hospital, forcing every door to shut, the vines sliding under windows to seal the room and searching for the fat, grotesque doctor and the hospital Dean, the man who ran everything and had helped in her downfall as a human being....and who also secretly aided the illegal dumping of toxic waste in the jungle where her tribe had to hunt in order to survive. Screams rang out in the waiting room as her vines shot through the entrance, sealing it off as more began to pour in, capturing people with less thorny sections and holding them all hostage where they stood, nurses and orderlies, patients and visitors alike were captured and held, most being gagged if they screamed too much. Getting to her feet, her shoes discarded into a trash bin, the red headed woman smiled and began to laugh, the sound oddly creepy amidst the screams of the people and the shouts. Her vines told her, silently, when they had found the doctor, sitting in the lounge and drinking coffee until her vines, these ones very much thorny, circled his great belly and lifted him bodily off the ground, effortlessly carrying him towards the Deans' office, where the thinner, more cruel looking man was also held up off the ground. Oddly enough, the children's ward was completely safe, the plants that grew on the window sill and tended to carefully growing wild as the vines that entered their windows were flowered instead of thorned, the scent from the pretty blooms putting those children awake, into a deep and restful sleep, possibly the first many had had since their arrival at the hospital. The vines then sealed the inner door shut in their rooms, to protect the children. And as Isanya stood up and dumped her shoes, her laughter increased as her human form faded fom view, becoming Naga. From the top of her head to the tip of tail she was close to thirty feet long, though most of her was on the ground as she slithered past people. An almost absent flick of her head had her baggy dress dissolving, becoming just a pile of detached threads on the ground to reveal her serpentine, beautiful and very deadly form. Two slim fangs showed as she hissed in the face of a muscular guy, obviously hopped up on drugs, who was screaming about the aliens having finally arrived. Her hiss was one of disgust, and she became fed up entirely with the adults within the building in that single instant. And everyone. Was killed. Instantly, the vines grew thorns, long blood red ones with faint sheens of paralyzing venom on their wicked daggerlike points. Injecting the poison into the humans all, she listened as the screams around gags faded quickly, while the ones without the gags began to scream and then that too faded. All within minutes as she headed for the Deans' office, her intent to cause extreme bodily harm to the two men there....and to keep them alive and conscious as she did so.