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TWO: The City
Topic Started: Jan 5 2014, 05:46 AM (2,769 Views)
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Alexy groaned and lifted his hand seeing the gun im his hand didnt suprise him but the shaken, and BLEEDING... He shot straight up and very nearly hit his head on the ceiling, and almost blacked out from the sudden movement, he put a hand to his head, ''Wes? Ugh... What time is- are... You bleeding?'' he slid off the bed and put a hand on wes's shoulder, to steady himself, ''what happened to change your mind so suddenly?''
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Wes shrugged the hand off, taking a step back, all he could think was that the last thing that touched him was the gun, his g-no, not his gun, not anymore.

He shook his head, "Y-Yes, yes bleeding, but it doesn't matter, okay? It doesn't. Cause I'm a Doctor, and that's what I do. I heal people. I don't hurt people, I definitely don't shoot people, it's not what I do, and I... I wanted to. I almost did. I really, really wanted to-” He finished his ramble so quietly that Alexy almost missed the words, “-to kill him.”

Westlake shook his head, as if to rattle his thoughts back into place, “I'm-I'm sorry, if you're upset, or disappointed in me cause we can't finish, but I-I don't want to, to hurt people. I want to save them.”

By the end of the rant he was shaking. He turned away quickly, before Alexy could spot the tears that started leaking from his eyes, and Westlake headed for the door. He needed to get to the infirmary and deal with his face, before the blood ruined his shirt. He bit his lip, as he reached the door, then stopped as if there was an invisible brick wall blocking his way.

He's still outside. Carver is still outside.
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By the time Alexy caught up to Wes he was frozen in the doorway, he looked outside and suddenly a whole bunch of questions were answered all but one, why was wes so anxious about the gun?

No matter... There was a score to settle, and by god the next time carver saw wes, he'd be pleading for help. Alexys' face turned dark, his eyes steely and if looks could kill... Carver would be a pair of boots in a smoking crater.


Before wes could say or do anything Alexy marched towards Carver, gripping the pistol in his hand, Carver spotted him and grinned ''Oh lookie here, the boyfrien-'' *wh-crack* Carvers sentance was cut short due to a pistol whip to the jaw which had probobly fractured his jaw.
''You insulant Dog!'' Alexy roared down at him ''what right do you have to stike a civilian? A doctort too!'' alexy leant down and grabbed Carterby the front of his shirt, ''You have NONE'' he raised the pistol and brought it down across the mans jaw, dislocating it.

Alexy pocketed the gun, ''Not so fun when youre tsrget fights back huh!?'' Carver finally recovers and stands up gingerly, bring up a boxers pose, and advancing towards Alexy, he threw a punch that was aimed for alexy's side, the shot hit alexy square in the stomach whom did not flinch, he stood there with fists balled at his side, another punch landed squarly on his jaw, his head barely moved but he started bleeding thanks to carvers ring.

Alexy blocked his next pumch and stepped inside his guard clotheslining the slightly smaller man, knocking him off balance and pllanting a foot behind Carvers, he pushed and carver was suddenley on his back cursing up at alexy, Alexy spat down at carver and he tried to get up only being met with alexys big boot to his chest, foricing him back down, he didnt try to get up again.

Alexy stood and withdrew the gun, flicked off the saftey and with a second thought, pulled the trigger sending the bullet into his foot.

Carver yelped and groaned, ''I'll have you court martialed for this Kuzneatov.''
''Who will they belive? The man who's been attacking the CMO? Or rhe man whos been dutifully performing waste patrol for several years eh?'' he pocketed the gun and walked back to the dorms, ''you better get to the infirmary, before that gets infected.'' he reached the door and nodded to wes, ''you have work to do... Make him pay for it.''
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Westlake stared, dumbfounded.

What is he- Why is he-

Because of me.

He's doing this because of me?

WHY?


Watching Carver get his ass handed to him by Alexy, Westlake was filled with a ton of contrasting emotions. He wanted to tell him to stop, he wanted to ask Alexy to hold Carver so Wes could hit him even just the one time, he wanted to cry even though he already was and he wanted to grab Alexy by the hair and kiss him until he couldn't breathe.

Because he's doing this for me.

And that blood on his face is because of me.

And-


His entire body flinched back at the sound of the gunshot.

When Alexy was done and wandered back over to him, Westlake was halfway to a panic attack. He'd have to take Carver to the infirmary. He'd have to be alone with Carver. For hours. And his face hurt, a lot, and he would definitely get no sleep tonight. That was fine, at the moment he felt more like throwing up than sleeping.

His hand shot out and grabbed Alexy's hand, tugging him closer. "You're bleeding," Wes said just above a whisper, "And he hit you. You should come to the infirmary too." The words felt wooden even to him, and it was very obvious to both of them that it was not so much that Alexy was grievously injured, but Westlake begging in his own way to, Please please please don't leave me alone with him.
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The bumpiness of the ride in didn't bother Emmanuel at all; he was too busy gaping at the scenery. He had never seen the city before, at least not that he could remember. It was odd, seeing the destruction like a distorted reflection of the town's destitution surrounded by the still-grand remnants of tall buildings, broken street lamps, and snapped wires. He shied away from the window, though, for the dark and dirty corners of the city worried him despite the Major's words.

The bus hit a pothole while he was on the edge of his seat, and it jostled him violently into Rob, who in turn fell against the window. At least this time, his head didn't collide with Rob's lip. Instead, his "oof" was muffled into Rob's jacket.

"Yeah, fine," he mumbled, but his fingers curled into Rob's jacket. He pressed his body flush against Rob's briefly before pulling away. "If a pothole is enough to take me down, then I wouldn't have joined the army!" He smiled shakily and settled back into the seat beside Gene.
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Alexy frowned and stood still for a moment, then sighed and nodded slightly, ''da... Okay...'' Alexy almost seemed ashamed of what he'd done. He turned back towards the wounded man and walked back over who flinched at him, Alexy simply said, ''I'll help you now, don't make me regret it,'' he lift carver by the under arm and wedged his shoulder under his arm, to keep him up, he glanced back at wes, then he moved towards the infirmary,

''ugh...'' What have I done?
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Rob tried to hide his disappointment at Manny pulling away, as his mind turned toward other things. Was it a person? No, probably not. Nobody would be out and around here at night. He shoved the thought away, and his mind focused almost entirely on the building they were quickly coming up on.

It was large, and at one time probably white, but now a faded yellow-grey, with dirt and ash smeared up the exterior paneling. On one side another building, 10 maybe 15 floors high, covered with broken windows, and on the other side was an old restaurant seperated by a thin winding alley.

"We're here," Rob announced.

As the transport parked in the alley, hidden from view, Rob checked and double-checked the gun that currently rested in his thigh holster.

Ben grinned, checked his gun as well and then pulled a toolbelt from his pack- strapping it around his waist, then filling it with tools- wrenches and screwdrivers mostly.

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Westlake followed soundlessly, torn for distance because he wanted to be close to Alexy but he also wanted to be far away from Carver.

When they reached the infirmary, Wes gestured toward a bed- "Put him there," he quietly instructed, and then gestured to one opposite, "And you there." And then moved immediately for a cabnit, where he found a bottle of pills and downed three of them himself, and taped a piece of gauze to his face after rubbing it down with a handful of antiseptic wipes. That should hopefully hold for now, until he had a chance to stitch it.

He gave a patch of gauze to Alexy, "Hold it against your face. To stop the bleeding."

He prepped a needle and a little cannister with a mask on it and forced himself to go to Carver's side. He couldn't even look the man in the face- Pretend it's someone else, pretend it's someone you don't even know -and injected via Carver's arm, "For the pain," he said.

Westlake took a look at Carver's foot, the bullet seemed to have gone straight through, so that at least made his job a bit easier. He put the mask over Carver's mouth and nose, trying not to see the deadly cold eyes staring back up at him. This was clearly not going to be the end of this, and Westlake felt a shiver run through his body, "This will put you out. So I can fix your foot. Count back from ten, nine, eight-" Carver was out by the time West hit five.

He worked surprisingly quick and accurate, then sewed up the entrance and exit wounds, and looked back over to Alexy. "He'll be out for a good 48 hours. I can't do anything about his jaw now. It'll need an X-Ray and we don't have that here, so he'll be sent into town, for all the rest of it."

The pills he'd taken had started to wear off, and the pain in Westlake's face resurfaced. He wobbled a bit, feeling woozy from the bloodloss, and raised a hand to his cheek.

"Huh," he said quietly, as he turned to prepped needle and thread for stitching, "We match."
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Emmanuel shuffled his feet and tapped his fingers against the cracked leather of the seats as the building grew in the window. He stood when the transport parked, too antsy by now to keep sitting. The two officers were getting prepared, and he noted that they both had guns. It wasn't that he expected them to not have guns, but the Major had said they woudln't run into any trouble, and the guns made him believe that even less.

He waited somewhat impatiently for some kind of briefing, even though they'd already been told what they were doing there. "Hey Gene," he said while the officers prepared, "how many times have you been to the city?"

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If Consuelo had kicked in the door half a second sooner, she may have missed the crunch of wheels-on-broken-pavement. The window of the room was entirely missing its glass pane, and sound came in clear but quiet. She froze, hoping whoever was outside hadn't heard her as much as she had heard them. There was no point in looking outside - if anything, whoever was out there would be able to find her more easily.

Damn, she cursed and she hurriedly pulled out drawers as quietly as possible. She had hoped that a building as large as this wouldn't have any scavengers sniffing around it. Most of the major, obvious buildings had been ransacked long ago, and medical supplies were always in demand. All she had needed was one hypodermic needle, just one for a trade, but someone was outside and she needed to cut her visit short.

She inched to the window and peeked out carefully from the side, checking if they were using the front door. She didn't see anyone or a vehicle, and hoped it would still be clear by the time she reached it.
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Abby stood up and grumbled her way to the front of the transport, grabbing a spare cold juice and placing it on her head.
She had a tendency to act like a child when injured, but given the circumstances, it would wear off quickly.

She stood next to the door and stared up at the tall building in front of them.
As the other filed off the bus, Abby heard a noise and quietly dashed to the edge of the Ally, Tapping Major Rob's Shoulder as she moved.
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"Stick with the group," Rob frowned, attempting to catch Abby as she passed by. He caught up with her quickly and gave her a glare. "Seriously. Stay with us. Don't go off alone. Or I'll put you on kitchen duty with the civillains." He grinned with just a hint of maliciousness.
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Abby beckoned Rob over and put a finger to her mouth telling him to listen.
Once the footsteps of the rest of them getting off the bus had stopped, you should hear the creaking of someone walking around the building they were about to enter.
"There is someone in there" She whispered, "I can hear them"
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Rob nodded, and then waved a hand for everyone to be quiet and step back from the entrance of the alleyway. He moved Abby back as well, gently, behind him and waited, listening and watching the entrance.

It sounded like just one person, and maybe they would just leave. He wasn't about to start a needless fight, and he was aware that there were some friendlies in the city- but they were few and far between.
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"I forgot ..." Gene replied with a nervous chuckle. He knew he wasn't the best person to inquire about his time in the army, and there's nothing wrong with that, but it still feels awkward never having an answer ...

An encounter? Already? Gene obediently stepped back from the alleyway, snapping back to the situation at hand.
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Perhaps it was the fact that Felix was a heavy sleeper, that he didn't really hear the gunshot, or perhaps he only dismissed it as someone firing at the gun range. Who really knew anyway, but the fact was is that Felix really had no idea what had gone on outside just only moments ago. The real reason he even woke up was just to use the bathroom. It was on his way out, from taking a nice gratifying pee, that he noticed some blood on the ground. Wow, where had that come from in the first place? One was for sure though, and that was that someone was more than likely in the infirmary injured.

Felix knew that Westlake was more than likely taking care of whom ever it was, but he was a nurse, and it was his duty to help out anyway he could. With that thought in mind, he slowly made his way to the infirmary. He had moved earlier from the infirmary where he was sleeping before, though those beds were the most comfiest of all, he needed his own pillow of comfy comfort.

He stopped short of the door, hand placed onto the handle. To enter or not to enter, that was a question.. and the answer was to enter because DAMN it got cold in the desert during the night. So with one twist of the handle, he pushed opened the door, closing it behind him. What he saw when he look up from the floor, was nothing but a big bloody mess of men. One Westlake that was injured, one Alexy that was also injured, and then Carver, whom was pretty fucked up especially with that nice hole in his foot.

The man looked from Westlake, to Carver, to Alexy, repeating this process a few time before landing his eyes at no one. To say the least, Felix was really confused, unsure what to think of all of this. "Eh..." he managed to get out, though he couldn't get anything else to come out.

After a few minutes of standing there looking like an idiot, he said something. "So uh... did I miss out on the party?" he laughed awkwardly then looked around at everyone. Geez Felix, could you be even more of a dork?

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That hole they had drove into wasn't at all very fun, only causing many of the passengers inside to jump up into the air. Some hitting their heads and other falling back, to say the least it was painful. Neena herself had landed rather harshly on the seat, knocking her shoulder hard against it. For padded seats they were awfully hard.

Soon enough the transport stopped, and she sat there for a moment to allow the pain to subside, which it did of course. Now they were at their location, such an interesting, demolished looked everything had. She followed the others out, only to keep herself near the vehicle till they made their way into the building. Who knows the kind of things that would happened within.
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Emmanuel nodded absently at Gene's answer as they stepped off the bus and into the dusty, grimy alleyway. He heard the faintest of noises and tensed up, but shook it off as just the sound of the city settling. But Abby was talking to the Major and he motioned for them to move back, and he felt his shoulders stiffen. He moved subtly closer to Rob as he stared out the mouth of the alleyway.

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Consuelo descended the stairwell as quietly as possible, keeping an ear out for the noises of the other party. She hadn't yet heard a single thing, tho, and she wondered if she had actually heard anything real. She pushed the thought away - now was not the time to doubt herself.

But down four flights and nothing happened. She paused on the landing. The trade was pretty important, and if whoever was there wasn't making a ruckus... maybe she could still grab what she needed and go. Her gloved fingers ghosted over the door handle to the second floor. Well, if something seriously bad does happen, at least I'll survive a jump out the window. She pushed the door open, cringing at it's low groan, and shut it quickly behind her to minimize the noise. She would just find a couple of needles and go.
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