Thomas' agonized howls echoed in Melinda's ears even  as she suffered from the beating and slicing up he'd given her. Her eyes teared up from the sting of the noxious cloud that was killing the Whitechapel bully boy in a way that be fit the evil he wrought in life. Even as her consciousness faded and she begged for mercy, it was hard not to imagine that the fires from Hell themselves hadn't com to earth to consume the Belam Boy.<br/><br/>Then darkness embraced Melinda and took away her pain. It was something deeper then sleep but nothing like the lightness of dieing and it was a timeless state off being. In such a state, is it any wonder she had no clear apprehension of her rescuer?<br/><br/>The creature in the smog eyed Melinda curiously as her face lost its twisted, tormented guide and became something relaxed and peaceful. It marveled at the beauty of a sliver of moonlight reflected in a pool of her blood. It reached out to trace the long, open wound left by Thomas' knife above her breasts and then traced an eldritch sigil on her skin comingling her blood and its infernal essence as it cast its spell. The sigil flared with a dark kind of light as the air between them rippled and cracked with unnatural energies. At the same time the creature shuddered and it's form shifted and changed, becoming less wispy and gaseous and more solidly built. It reached down and took Melinda into its now physically powerful arms and shifted its glance one way them the other before settling on a path through the winding alleyways that had them pass unnoticed by its denizens as it made its way to a secret, foul place in its bowels that it had taken to calling home. Out then set Melinda down in a clean, clear chamber and set itself to its own purposes.<br/><br/>LATER...<br/><br/>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"<br/><br/>A high pitched, shrill scream echoed down the hall into Melinda's resting chamber. It was the first thing she heard as she regained her senses but some part of herself knew it wasn't the only one to echo around her. "No!! PLEASE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" the same voice tore through the air, sounding a touch horse and raspy, and it was getting weaker even as the depths of its suffering became more and more apparent to Melinda.