"Any ideas?" The good doctor and his friends had blocked off the exit and reinforced their position. I'd kind of blown my wad earlier and didn't have a lot of magical ability left because well sometimes you just don't know the strength of your own magical ability. We were already stuck because of my previous burning (see this is what happens when you ask for me to do something without telling me to do something minimal! So its really Donel's fault...) so we were between a wall of fire and a wall of bullets.
"I always like surrendering, it throws off your enemies." I don't necessarily "like" surrendering, I just tend to do it a lot.
"Pretty sure they won't accept our surrender." This was actually Donel's fault, he should have had an escape plan in advance, not just expected me to come up with one!
"You never know until you try." Donel tried to stop me from walking forward, but I did because well I'm brazen and a little crazy at times. They didn't fire on me, people are naturally averse to shooting on someone with their hands up, its general human nature.
"Willing to admit you have a problem Trezlan?" Doctor Tor had a sneer on his face, it was the look of someone who overestimated his chances.
"I'm completely willing to admit you have been a real pain in my ass Tor." I had gotten up to their barricade, I could see there were five of them plus the Doctor. Behind me I could hear Donel fidgeting, probably afraid I had turned on him after he had gone through all that effort to rescue me.
"Take him." One of the men came around the corner, his rifle had a bayonet on it and I grabbed it with my right hand. He looked surprised as I slid my hand down the knife slicing it open and then flung my blood onto him and his comrades.
"Gotcha." Necromancy is all about intimacy, ordinarily you have to be close to your target and willing to do something no one would expect, like say self injury to put your necromantic regent on everyone (blood is the greatest regent of them all, even if it means I've sliced my hands open in every way you can (and other parts of myself be thankful some of these stories are edited). Taking six people at once with a necomantic spell while under the effects of whatever they injected me with was moderately dangerous. Too many memories, too much power, all crammed into one person in a rush. It left me strained, like struggling to move strained. Donel realizing I was in trouble grabbed me and we exited the sanitarium before it burned to the ground (sorry other crazy people I'm sure that won't leave a horrific ghost presence in the burned out ruins or anything). Donel did at least have a truck waiting nearby, so that part of his escape plan worked. Not that I could do anything either way since I was racked with trying to stay partially sane and at the same time navigate the memories of the dead so that I could figure out what in the five fires was this apocalypse!
See there is a method to my madness! Most of the time anyway!
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