Gordon
Sufficiently Lethal
RED Sniper
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Post by Gordon on Nov 17, 2012 23:36:45 GMT -6
What was he trying to do by attacking a ghostly apparition? He was trying to save Fran of course..... But his attempts were futile. His kukri had passed through the figure and as he attempted to reach out he only ended up getting pierced through the chest. How on earth did he manage did get a piece of scrap metal skewered through his body? It was like those stories where ghosts would throw people and objects around. As much as Gordon would have wanted to berate himself for being so reckless and simply charging in, everything was hazy as pain tore through his body leaving him gasping and barely alive.
With the last of his strength he could see Franciska hugging Zacharie as she was freed from the grasp of that figure strangling her. While it was comforting to see that they were alright, Gordon could feel every last bit of life drain from him as the smell of smoke in the air only caused him to suffocate with even more pain as he couldn't breathe properly. He was only waiting for death. It seemed as it it were coming soon. He was convulsing and trembling violently while his head rolled to the side, drenched in his own blood.
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Zacharie
Truly Feared
The Proxy
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 18, 2012 19:36:38 GMT -6
His senses began to clear up after a short second on the floor, he felt Fran's arms holding onto him tightly. This must have meant that he managed to save her before she went unconscious, at least. Zacharie's eyes stung from the smoke, barely catching a glimpse of her burying her face into his chest. It was unexpected, but strangely welcome. But before he could ask of she was alright she pulled away from him and pushed him aside. Oof. Zacharie sat up and put his back against the wall, using as leverage to get himself on his feet again. As the panicked moment went on his mind began to clear up, Fran was attempting to get to Gordon, clearly almost bleeding out on the floor. She was too weak from the attack and as for Gordon... he didn't appear to have much left in him. It was terrible and gruesome to see his team mate this way, what could be done?
"Damn." He muttered, holding his aching head as he leaned against the wall. "Fran, he... I do not think he is going to make it." Zacharie took a shaky step towards her, his shoe stepping in the growing puddle of blood. "You can't help him in this state, come on." He knelt down to offer her help back on her feet again, by the looks of how quickly she went down, she was going to need it.
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Post by Franciska on Nov 18, 2012 21:21:42 GMT -6
Fran regarded Zacharie's outstretched hand with puzzlement, her grip on the world around her still rather hazy. "W-what are you talking about? Of course he will make it. We just need to move quickly. If we hurry and get him back up to the OR-" Her sudden exertion sent her into a violent coughing fit. Damn it, this was no good at all. She just couldn't get a decent breath of air. She reached up to her sore neck, feeling the welts left behind for the attack.
Placing a hand in his, Fran allowed Zacharie to help her to her feet, large drops of the sniper's blood dripping from her dress and slapping against the floor. The moment she stood up straight, her head went light and she nearly felt the room tilt around her. She would have hit the floor again if she didn't have Zacharie to lean on. She looked to him, mouth forced into an uneasy smile but eyes pleading. "I-I just need your help. I can save him." Fran fought to keep her voice level. It's not like she was nearly strangled to death mere moments ago or anything. Gordon was impaled while trying to save her, if she let him die now, she'd have a hard time forgiving herself. Respawn be damned, she wasn't going to let him slip away without at leas trying.
Still relying pretty heavily on the spy to remain upright (in hindsight, not the greatest move considering his own state), Fran looked over the fallen sniper. He'd stopped moving, but she could still see the faint outline of his chest rising and falling. The wound itself was severe enough, but all the pulling he did in his state of panic only made things worse. What she really needed to do was to stop that bleeding, and fast. Once Gordon was under the medi-gun's healing rays, he'd at least have a better chance.
Fran lifted a foot to step towards him. Or rather, she willed herself to but stayed put, swaying precariously. No matter how many breaths she took, her lungs never felt filled, it only make the pain in her throat sharper. It occurred to her that she might have sustained a bit more damage then she originally thought. But by now the medic's mind was set far too firmly on saving her teammate to care.
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Zacharie
Truly Feared
The Proxy
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 18, 2012 22:29:12 GMT -6
He held tightly onto her hand, trying to give her something steady to hold onto as she got on her feet again. His right arm hurt quite a bit as she held on, but he ignored it for now. The damage he retained from his fight with Eric earlier that evening were nothing compared to what had just happened to Fran. Hell, they seemed like a simple scrape compared to his fellow assassin, lying near dead on the floor.
"If I could help both of you back to the medical ward at once, I would." He answered sternly to Fran's plea, reaching around and holding onto her shoulders with his free hand to help keep her from swaying so much. Zacharie wanted to tell her that they could go back to the medical ward, patch her up and come back and save Gordon, but... it would definitely would be too late by then. One could tell from just looking at her that she was too fixated on trying to help to worry about her self. Someone had to worry for her, God be damned if it wasn't him.
"We have to go, just follow my lead." Zacharie looked away from her, trying to focus on getting them out safely. He took a careful step forward and tried to lead Fran towards the entrance of the basement as he held onto her tightly still. By now light had been flooding down from the doorless stairway, it illuminated the area like a crime scene from a film noire.
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Post by Franciska on Nov 19, 2012 0:09:05 GMT -6
Hm, the scrap isn't too big actually. Maybe I can fit some bandages around it to stop the bleeding until I can get a chance to remove it. And his breathing sounds pretty ragged. Might be dealing with respiratory issues as well...Fran's plans were interrupted when Zacharie began to gently pull her towards the stairs. What was he doing? He wasn't thinking of actually leaving Gordon behind, was he? She dragged her feet against the ground and pulled his hand away from her shoulders.
"Zacharie!" she said, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice. "Just leave me here! You can go run upstairs and get the supplies I need! Yes...you can just...and I...he'll be o-okay..." She realized how useless it all was before she could even say it out loud.
Tears began welling in her eyes as the full weight of what had just happened sunk in. She truly wanted nothing more than to save Gordon, if only to prove to herself that the spirit did not best them. At the same she the terrified helplessness she felt as those invisible hands tightened around her neck was still fresh in her mind. It could do it again at any moment. It could just as easily stab the two of them as well and leave them all to die. But to just leave Gordon here to bleed to death...
Fran's hands shook as tears rolled down her face. Her indecision kept her glued to the spot, even as Zacharie tried to lead her away. "I-I can't..." Can't what? Save him? Stand to be in the basement another second? Move?
Shoving Zacharie away, she took a few clumsy steps toward the sniper before kneeling at his side. His head hung limply to the side, having lost consciousness a short moment earlier. He still breathed, but just barely.
Still staring intently at his wounds, Fran spoke in a tiny voice. "We should not leave him...like this. If we cannot save him then...we should at least make it quick." Seeing as his death would not be permanent, it was only the polite thing to do. But under these circumstances, the idea turned her stomach. After all, the ghost will became a lot more difficult to ignore after it has taken a life.
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Zacharie
Truly Feared
The Proxy
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 19, 2012 18:26:03 GMT -6
It was a struggle trying to get Fran to cooperate with him, but Zacharie didn’t expect any less from her. Interjecting here or there between her rambling; “No, Fran, listen.” He frowned and glanced away when she began to cry, focusing on getting her out of further harm’s way. After a few attempts of trying to get her to leave with him, Zacharie put up little resistance and let go as he was pushed away from her. She wasn't going to leave just yet unless he literally picked her up and dragged her out herself, he wasn't sure if he could manage that either way.
"We should not leave him...like this. If we cannot save him then...we should at least make it quick."
Zacharie followed her and stood by, feeling quite useless once again. He had an inkling that it would have to come to this, but Zacharie was not sure if it would have helped or worsened Fran’s emotional state. But he could tell that the situation finally sunk in. She knew now, the rational thought of a mind of medicine had finally kicked in. The ghost had taken a team mate from them, but it was up to them to make sure that it didn’t get the pleasure of letting him suffer to the very end. Solemnly drew his revolver from his coat, it felt extraordinarily heavy in his hand, his grip felt a tad shaky.
“Get back.” He said calmly to Fran, bringing the revolver down so he could take aim.
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Post by Franciska on Nov 25, 2012 19:36:36 GMT -6
The reassuring calmness in Zach's voice gave her the last bit of strength she needed to pull herself to her feet and stumble over to the wall. And so Fran stood, clothes still dripping with her teammate's fresh blood, and she watched. She was of course, no stranger to these kinds of mercy killings. She'd been on the giving and receiving end more than a few times. The respawn certainly gave one a rather warped perspective on life and death, Fran was no exception. Much as it pained her to give up so easily, she knew that if it had been her writhing on the floor, she'd wish for a bullet in her brain as soon as possible.
Taking as deep of a breath as she could with her injuries, she looked to Zacharie and gave him a solemn nod.
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Zacharie
Truly Feared
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 25, 2012 21:05:42 GMT -6
As soon as Fran was a safe distance way and against the wall, Zacharie brought up his other hand to steady his aim on his comrade. He took in and held a deep breath, his chest and shoulders rising with his arms. With only a milliseconds hesitation he squeezed the trigger, the shot ringing loudly in his ears and resounding throughout the tiny basement. The smoke trail from the barrel of his gun drifted into the darkness, he barely saw Gordon’s body seize up one last time as the bullet pierced his brain. He lowered the revolver to his side, his arm shooting pain signals up his arm at a rapid fire rate. The spy exhaled his held breath shakily, feeling the adrenaline rush begin to wear off as he did.
“Alright. Now we can go.” He clearly addressed Fran, even though he didn’t look right at her. Zacharie only kept his sights down at Gordon’s body, waiting for the respawn to reclaim his corpse, perhaps.
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Post by Franciska on Dec 1, 2012 23:06:31 GMT -6
Fran watched unflinchingly as Zach did the deed. As the last echos of the shot faded and the basement grew silent once more, weariness settled over her like weights on her shoulders, threatening to send her to the floor again. Gordon lay in the stillness of death, surrounded by a dark pool of his own blood. It was a stark reminder of their defeat. Despite their best efforts, they'd been bested by something they could neither see nor fight against. Fran's hands tightened into fists. If there was any way to end this madness, she was far too exhausted to think of it now.
“Alright. Now we can go.” Fran nodded in silent agreement. She still needed to lean on him quite heavily, but she grabbed his left arm instead, suddenly remembering the right was injured. In this manner, they hobbled their way up the basement stairs, the light awaiting them at the top looking more and more inviting by the second.
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