Slendie RP, Anyone?

Louis recoiled from Hannah, her words carrying a dark irony all of their own. He glanced at John, his eyes wide as he surveyed the other man cautiously. 'I wasn't even aware of it, let alone a location.'

"Hey, I wasn't aware I had an abcess til my doctor said so..." He looks closer at Louis' neck and face. "I'm thinking they would put it somewhere without a lot of blood vessels or nerves."

'Hmmmmm Should i or shouldn't i?' Slenderman ponders while he sends his thought out to the three. 'On one hand it gets rid of the chip on the other hand you lose a bit of blood and some flesh. So should i or shouldn;t i?' Slenderman asks

Louis swallowed, hard; automatically leaning away from John as he felt himself being scrutinised. He gave a weak smile, 'Surely we're overeating here, ja?'

He stiffened at the Slenderman's interruption. I'll take my chances with a chainsaw, thanks. It'd be a lot less painful than what you have to offer.

John groaned at the pyschic communuication. Then he looked back at Louis. "Yeah, sorry."

Louis frowned, his mouth puckering slightly. 'Why are you apologising?'

He looked down at the ground then back up at him. "For making ya feel uncomfortable. Mean, this is an uncomfortable situation and all." He shrugged and cleared his throat. "I'll go wait outside." He went outside, with his P99 in his jacket pocket. Just in case is what he thinks.

(BBl for me.)

Louis watched John's retreating back, fully aware that it left him with Hannah, and the Slenderman floating around somewhere. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he attempted to understand the full implications of what he was about to ask. 'Slenderman, can you locate the chip?'

Hannah headed into the kitchen, going straight to the cutlery draw. She rummaged through the various knives before deciding on one. It was perfect: the blade was sharp and thin; it was hardly used; and it wouldn't be missed. She headed back through and offered Louis the knife, remembering exactly what had happened last time he had one and shuddering.

Louis took the knife uncertainly: he bit his lip as he held it to the light, awaiting any response from Slenderman. After all, he wasn't about to cut himself apart attempting to locate a chip if there was something claiming to be able to locate it.

'Can you feel a slight pinch somewhere on your body?' He asks using and invisible tentacle to poke the area above the chip.

Louis winced, a small pain erupting in his lower spine. 'Yes, thank you.' He frowned slightly, twirling the knife between his fingers as he considered his options; he himself could hardly remove it safely at that angle, he'd be sure to hit his backbone.

Hannah nibbled on her lower lip and shifted uneasily. Seeing such a dangerous weapon in Louis' hands scared her, and she hopped a step back from him instinctively.

Louis held the knife out to Hannah, handle first with his own fingers loosely entwined around the sharp blade. 'I'm afraid I can't reach, probably purposefully on the part of the agency.'

Hannah's face paled as Louis' words sunk in. "I.. Louis, I can't do that." She panicked slightly. "Please don't make me do it. Please."

Louis' face was grim as he replied, his eyes cold. 'Consider it well deserved revenge.'

Hannah had gutted animals before, so she knew how much damage a small slip could do. She whimpered quietly, staring at Louis with big, desperate eyes.

Louis stared back, his expression stony as he kept the girl's gaze easily. It was for Hannah's sake as much as anyone else's: he was leading the agency right to her house.

Hannah submitted, lowering her gaze and sniffing quietly. She spoke softly, her words filled with dread. "Where do you want to do this?"

Louis considered the question carefully, mouth moving slightly as he pondered each room. 'The kitchen; the counters are easier to wipe clean than carpet, ja?'

She murmured quietly, agreeing, before motioning for Louis to go ahead. She felt dead inside, extremely anxious for the procedure to be done and dusted.

Louis moved quickly into the kitchen, unbuttoning his borrowed shirt enough to slip it easily over his head. He folded it neatly, laying it on a nearby counter as he gave a little shiver. He rubbed his scarred arms, trying to warm them slightly as his fingers brushed the mass of damaged tissue marking his bullet-wound. He jumped onto a counter, glancing at Hannah. 'Do you want me sat up, or laying down?'

Her voice was quiet, childlike. "It depends where the chip is." Never before had she hurt another human being as much as she was about to hurt the pale man before her. She wondered if he'd ever properly felt the silver flash of deep pain a well-sharpened blade provided.

Louis closed his mind to Hannah's doubts: he had to keep a clear head to go through with this. 'Lower back,' he said, pinpointing the exact area with an awkward twist of his hand.

Hannah swallowed hard, trying to keep calm and struggling to do so. The only time she'd used a knife like this before was to either end a life or to prepare a body, not to help. "Lie down, then."