by Wayward Daughter Mon 17 Jun 2013 - 23:16
Inside his cell, Blaine waited. He counted the minutes steadily as they passed, til half an hour had passed, an hour. Anya should be long gone by now.... and he couldn't risk waiting much longer. He had the strength already, but he could just about hold on to his sense of self, for now. And now was all he needed. Suddenly moving forwards, he tensed his muscles, stretched and snapped the chains. He ran forwards. The door bust easily, and he ran upwards, outside. He knew where he was heading. A hunter he'd met training with his dad was based a little while to the east, he knew. And if he'd already turned by the time he got there.... well, the man was a much better hunter than he himself was. He could deal with one fresh lycanthrope.