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Bouphe was on a job alone at some kind of abandoned medical facility getting something for Duncan's research.
While digging through tech, something scratched her arm. It kept Itching so when she returned, after delivering the papers she retrieved to Duncan, she went down to the Infirmary.
Zylus was there.
“Bouphe, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just feel weird after I got scratched. I think I just need to clean it up and bandage it. Maybe some tylenol will help.”
“I’ll get it for you, just sit down.” Zylus offered, noticing Bouphe looked rather pale.
“No it’s… alright.” Bouphe sat down hard on one of the chairs, holding the side of her head as a sudden headache took over her.
Zylus had her back to her, why wouldn't he? He trusted his friend. He was looking through the medicine cabinet for the tylenol when suddenly someone jumped on his back, tackling him to the ground and sinking their teeth into his neck, making him screech in surprise and pain.
Zylus threw Bouphe off of him.
“What the actual fuck?” Zylus asked as he scrambled to his feet, holding his neck.
Bouphe scrambled back, grinning. Her eyes were solid black and blood dripped down her lips from where she’d bit him.
Ben was walking down the hall looking at his phone when he heard a crash and a yell. He looked up and it had come from the infirmary.
He slowly opened the door.
“Hello?” He asked as he opened the door. Inside both heads snapped to him. Ben barely had time to register the blood running down Bouphe chin and the solid black eyes of the pair before they lunged at him. Grabbing his arms they yanked him inside, the door swinging shut behind him.
Rythian was on his way to talk to Zoey
Rythian saw Ben limping down the hall and slowed his walk, confused.
“Ben?” He called out. Ben slowly turned to him, his chest was covered in blood and he was grinning. Rythian felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and instantly took off in the other direction, grabbing his radio.
“Something is really wrong with Ben.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s covered in blood and just- just wrong.”
“Well that’s rather rude-”
“This is serious, someone else get over here with a gun.”
Duncan was alone in the lab testing the samples he’d made using the previous information he’d gotten while reading over the paperwork Bouphe had brought him.
It seemed like the scientists there had collected some kind of odd samples from a space station that had been hit with an asteroid.
He continued with his experiments, not hearing someone enter the lab until-
“Duncan…”
Duncan jumped and banged his head, he cursed.
“Fucksake Bouphe, you scared the shit out of me-” He rubbed his head and looked at Bouphe, doing a double take.
She had black teeth and solid black eyes. Blood smeared down her chin and shirt, Duncan stood straight and took a step back, she merely stood there watching him.
They stood there staring at each other, Bouphe smiling inhuminaly wide and Duncan slowly reaching behind himself for his pistol.
Duncan fumbled with the gun and Bouphe lunged at him. After a small scuffled he managed to put a bullet in her head.
He pushed her off of himself and scrambled to his feet, cursing he turned and ran out of the room. He had to find Lewis, and tell him what he’d learned from his research.