Callum Ormond

Cal was hurting, his legs were burning from how fast he was running. He barely was able to understand Winter's warning when a black car pulled up right up to him and the door flew open. He heart was pounding trying to get blood flowing enough as Cal pushed himself. He had recently gotten hurt before all of this and he was having difficulty running like he used to.

Cal did not have any time to react as he was tackled to the tracks. It hurt, his leg was throbbing.

"You're dead, kid!"

Were the words you spoke to him as you tried to restrain him. Cal was struggling, he had to get away and fast. He couldn't put run you is he got away, that much was clear. Thinking fast, his hand went to his pocket and pulled out a syringe type thing he had stolen from the ER before fleeing. He had seen the doctor using it on an out of control patient and it worked pretty well.

With desperation Cal jabbed it into your thigh and the sedative kicked in right away. Your grip on him loosened already and and were becoming dead weight on his body. With a grunt of effort, Cal was able to maneuver himself out from under you and get up. As he started to limp away, a train siren was heard.

Cal looked back and noticed you were sedated halfway on the tracks, right in the path of the oncoming train. Your sense weren't working quite yet so you had no idea about the train. You were struggling to even move to stand. Your limbs were still weak.

Now, Cal isn't a terrible person. He wouldn't wish harm like this to someone, even if they are you working under Vulkan Sligo.