♥ v2

[screwthatnoise]

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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Re: trauma center...

[screwthatnoise]

"I'll kill you, and should that nurse revive you, you will revive with the limb. But I still don't think you deserve it. In fact, I don't think she deserves it."

Re: trauma center...

[autorejoin]

[ He considers. ]

How do I know you won't go back on that deal?

Re: trauma center...

[screwthatnoise]

"You won't know, will you? You can't trust me."

Re: trauma center...

[autorejoin]

[ He considers for a moment... then he puts his sword away. ]

What the hell? It's not like I've never taken a stupid risk before.

Re: trauma center...

[screwthatnoise]

"...and you think it's worth it? You think dying so this girl becomes better, only to get worse again, is worth it?"

She sounds doubtful, but again, her voice is firm and serious.

Re: trauma center...

[autorejoin]

I think I'd die a thousand times if that's what it took to help her. Because maybe one of those times it would stick, maybe one of those times she would finally get the chance she deserves rather than this crap life she's been stuck with so far.

Re: trauma center...

[screwthatnoise]

"...what a hopeless fool you are."

She strides towards him, tucking the doll's limb away. She stops when she's standing right up to him. Something sharp prods his stomach, lightly.

"You don't understand anything."

Re: trauma center...

[autorejoin]

[ He grins, it's a rather macabre expression. ]

Sometimes, it's better to be a hopeless fool. Didn't you know, sometimes the only way to get results is to throw sensibility to the wind.

Re: trauma center...

[screwthatnoise]

"Then you have tossed your sensibility away."

The movement is swift—the knife drives deep into your stomach, and she presses, as if trying to delve deeper, all the way to the hilt of the knife. After a solid second she retracts the knife and stands back, watching you closely.

Janta is shaking violently by now, and it cries out.

"A... ahh! No!"

Re: trauma center...

[autorejoin]

Shit! That really doesn't get less painful...!

[ He holds Janta closely to him as he collapses, his eyes growing dull and lifeless as he bleeds out on the ground. ]

Re: trauma center...

[screwthatnoise]

The figure only looks down at you condescendingly as Janta continues calling out to you.




When you come to, you are laying on one of those uncomfortable, stiff, hospital beds...