Corona

[Isa-sama]

Ton'yell nearly cursed when she saw the door close. She looked back to see that Alex had suddenly stopped walking. He seemed to be in shock. Biting back another curse, she saw that the strange man was still following them. Move, Alex, move! She started running towards them, almost faster than before. With her momentum, she air kicked him. She knew the odds of it landing were slim, but if it meant getting Alex away from danger, she was going to do it. "THE HELL YOU DOIN' BOY, MOVE!" If it landed and worked, she was going to throw Alex over her shoulder and run again.  

[NativeForeigner]

Against all odds, her kick landed in the man's gut, sending him reeling backwards with a loud grunt. He growled as Ton'yell ran off with Alex and gained his balance to chase after them.
With Alex weighing her down, the man was gaining quickly. Once he was mere feet away, he lunged at Ton'yell, intending to latch onto her and use his weight and momentum to knock her down.  

[Anima Shadow]

Somehow, they seemed to have ended up back in the foyer without really moving there. Last she had checked everyone was in the theater or whatever it was that had a stage and costumes. In the end, it mattered little. What did matter was the fact that they were back in the entrance hall and the door was closed. Oh, and there was some dude attacking them.

Finding herself in the same room as a growling fat man who happened to be attacking them resulted in a scream tearing from her throat. And then she was running to Tom, urgently pulling at his hand.

"Come on! Let's go!"

Her tone was one of pleading. The young girl's fear was obvious. This wasn't supposed to be happening. She'd come here to explore and find why her father had been invited. To jump at random noises the house made and come back with an embellished story to share.

She tugged at his hand one more time. Then, in spite of the fact that that was where the crazy had chased after Ton'yell and Alex, Rebecca would run down the hall to the left. They had to stick together now, shy or not.  

[Dreamshell]

As Little Rebecca’s fingers wrapped around his, Tom came out of the stupor that had temporarily taken hold of him.

“What?”

He took in the scene. The snarling stranger was charging at Ton’yell, ready to topple her. Tom looked to Rebecca.

“Stay here,” he said, voice firm but reassuring, and let go of her hand.

Turning back to the scuffle, Tom finally switched gears and made a bolt for the fat man. After that bar fight he’d promptly ended, folks around town said he’d performed like someone used to doing that sort of thing. For his part, he hoped he could muster that same competence here.  

[SiberDrac]

Alex flinched and gasped as Ton'yell flew towards the attacker, her tone making him awaken as Jesse. "Holy Hell, Tony! How the ******** did you pull that s**t out of your a**, just ******** Hidden Dragon kicking dudes in the face...!" He didn't even seem to notice that she had hoisted him over her shoulder until he realized the attacker was gaining. Or that she hadn't kicked his face.

Damn! Damn, this woman was a beast! He squirmed in her grip, facing behind her and therefore having a full view of Tom sprinting towards the crazed man. Struggling to reach behind him, he managed to unzip his backpack and pull out the beer bottle he had brought to collect things. "Catch, dude!" he called out, hoping nothing was falling out of his pack as he made sure Tom was watching and lobbed the bottle to him. With luck, Tom would catch up to the fat man before the fat man caught up to them.

This ******** rocked!  

[Dreamshell]

Tom looked to Alex, then saw the bottle fastly approaching and reached for it, grabbing it just barely, all while running. As he came within striking range of the fat man, he brought the bottle hard down on the stranger’s head.  

[Isa-sama]

The fat man was getting closer and closer to her pushing her to go her limit. Jesse did not make it any easier for her to run with his wriggling around. Unfortunately for them, she'd gotten caught in the man's lunge. She'd fallen forward, and tried her hardest not to squish Jesse during the fall. "Damn," she cursed. She'd let go of Jesse and turned around to the man half on top of her to elbow his face, but Tom was right there smacking the insane man with a bottle. She was glad that Tom had finally decided to help her.  

[NativeForeigner]

The man was clawing his way up to Ton'yell when the bottle struck his head, slamming his face into the ground and bloodying his nose and the back of his head. The butt of the bottle had shattered from the impact.
The man brought his head up with a weak snarl and winced as he slowly brought himself back to his feet. He seemed off-balance, dizzy.  

[Isa-sama]

Ton'yell scrambled to get up and watched the man stagger around. He should be down by now. That hit to the head should have knocked him out. His bloody face nearly made her flinch. What is wrong with this person? She remained focused on him, watching to see if he would attack her or Jesse.  

[NativeForeigner]

The man clasped his head, probably in an attempt to clear it. His arms fell to his side. He looked around, spotted Ton'yell, and made a failed attempt at her. He raised his arms level to his stomach and stumbled forward. He tried again, taking a slightly more careful step. His foot fell hard without any progress.
He fell to his knee, then fell over, unconscious.

The group noticed that his blood had a brown tinge to it.  

[Isa-sama]

If Ton'yell were the type to be humorous, she might have mentioned how it always seemed like the black person went first. However, this was not a movie or a game - some stranger actually tried to attack her. She bent down to see whether the man was unconscious. Even weirder was the color of his blood. What causes blood to turn brown? "What in the world is going on?" she muttered.

Satisfied in knowing that he hadn't died, she got up and looked at their little group (she also made sure to keep herself out of arms reach of the body). Rebecca was yet again hiding behind Tom who was now wielding a broken bottle. "We need to get out of here. Who knows if there are any more strangers like this one?" She understood Tom's desire to find his wife and Rebecca's curiosity of the place. Still, they had just dealt with some crazy fat dude. They needed to go back and get the police. An ambulance wouldn't be amiss for this man, either.  

[NativeForeigner]

More noises were heard from upstairs, more people. Great. The door slowly opened and a woman obscured by shadows walked out the door, a smaller figure tailing close behind her. They walked down the stairs carefully and slowly, taking uneasy steps, both of their heads looking back and forth rapidly.

The two reached the bottom of the stairs and were revealed to be a young, slim woman with reddish-blond hair pulled into a bun, she looked to be around 21 and had green eyes. She wore a red checkered skirt, a white blouse, and black heels with black stockings.
The smaller figure behind her was revealed to be a young boy with somewhat dark skin, about 10 or 11 years old. He had short, black hair, the same green eyes as the woman, and he wore blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a denim jacket.

The woman ignored the group, but the boy carefully ventured closer, sniffing around curiously. As he got closer, the others could notice that the whites of his eyes were a sickly yellow.  

[Dreamshell]

Tom, still holding the broken beer bottle, took a tentative step towards the two new arrivals.

"Who are you?"

At the boy's approach, he directed the bottle instinctively his way. "Stay back."  

[NativeForeigner]

Neither of the two said anything, but the woman turned around to glare at Tom, the speaker. The boy flinched as Tom turned the bottle in his direction. He quickly backed away and snarled before slowly creeping back forward on all fours, a low growl coming from his throat for as long as Tom held the bottle.  

[Dreamshell]

Tom knew this was a dangerous situation. There was apparently no shortage of mentally unhealthy people in this house. Though he realized he should probably take flight with the others, finding Rebecca was more and more becoming his sole concern.

He cocked his head slightly, half-turning it toward Ton’yell and the kids while keeping his eyes on the woman and child.

“Get them out of here, Ms. Jordan. Call the police if you like, but I have to find my wife.”