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Post by Shay on Sept 13, 2010 8:18:40 GMT -5
Hearing the crunch, Shay realized the situation - no lights and the first enemy that has yet to charge at them is keeping silent and hidden. Are they biding time or waiting for the two to make another move? "It'd be foolish to think we were alone." The chains made a sharp click as she swung the weapon with force inside the room from where they stood and pulled it back harshly. There was a grunt of surprise from whoever was inside as the blade returned with a message: A glint had shown dark flesh just before it knicked the man. Very little blood appeared on her weapon but evidentely the knick was enough to beckon their enemy into the light of the hallway. A hand appeared as the person gained an unsettling growl, "A little more and you'd have chopped my finger," then returned into the darkness. The woman stood slightly shocked and ready. "There might be something in the room that this enemy either doesn't want to bring into the light or can't. Can we be safe to..." The door slammed on the two.
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Post by Thufir on Sept 22, 2010 10:56:07 GMT -5
Arrakis suddenly felt lighter. A little off. His vision started to sway slightly, and the blood from his limbs diverted to more important parts. With a niggling pain, Tung pressed his hand into his gunshot wound from earlier - his hand now coated in thick life blood. The kind of blood that came straight from the arteries. "Shay..I've got something to tell you. Listen up." He ordered, staggering to one side, before leaning on the wall. "I'm probobly going to..die..and when that happens, it'll be just you - But only for a little while. Okay?" His breaths were getting shallow, and his lips slowly started to change colour. From fleshy pink to cyanosis blue. God. The adrenaline certainly hid the wound well, until now.
Tung's legs started to feel weak. Like they couldn't cope with the strain of standing. He gave way onto one knee, still propping himself upright, only now with his shoulder. "It's important that you kill one of them...One. Don't... leave them in a bad way either. Okay?" Breathing was getting increasinly difficult.
Arrakis slowly slid onto his side, head resting on the cold floor. He wasn't going to bother struggling to live anymore. It was inevitable anyway. God, he was a such an idiot. Why didn't he expect this earlier? Reallly....typical....And..this part...cliche. The pain was gone now. Arrakis closed his eye, his expression of suffering and labour now relaxed. And then for a second, he wasn't himself anymore. Instead lay the corpse of a young woman, she was pale and her expression was of horror. Around her neck were red marks - strangulation.
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