'YOU JUST ATTACKED ME FOR SAYING I SAVED YOUR LIVE, WHEN I DID AND YOU TRY AND GIVE A LECTURE ABOUT HUMANITY FIGHTING UNNECESSARILY!!!' Carl shouted at the top of his voice 'I over yo fight together against some who is the head of a cult and you repetitively punch me in the face! you are a giant hypocrite so I will ask you once again, will we work together or are you going to attack me and this time I fight back?'
"I am only doing this because I will kill The Jerusalem Man myself, alone. Nobody else will kill the man who has spread false hope like the disease it is so greatly. It is my duty and my duty alone to end him, nobody else will have that honer. I don't care if I die doing it, I will kill that... That... Monster!" Jacob hesitated. "I wish there was another way, but I must do what I must do!" Another hesitation. Jacob slowly approached Carl. "When man was born, he was destined to destroy... And destroy we have." He charged, moving his knives to his left side then bringing them both diagonally upward at Carl.
Carl leaned back just enough to just be scratched by the knives he then brought the blade of his spear down into Jacobs bent knee and slashed it out the side making a giant cut halve way down Jacob's lower leg, 'destiny requires a greater power believing in it is much the same to believing the green jewels'.
Jacob closed his eyes, helping him to ignore the pain. "No, it doesn't. It requires a belief that things a pre-determined, that we have no choice in what happens to us." Jacob lifted his cut leg. "I have disciplined myself to ignore pain..." He moved it to the floor behind him, scraping it across it. "I can defeat you with ease." He opened his eyes. "Pain is temporary, death is forever." He span and cut Carl across the cheek with one of his knives, then jumped backwards. "The victor of this battle was decided by fate, long ago. Anything you or I do can change who wins it. I may very well lose today, but I doubt it. Those who cling to life, such as you, will never defeat someone who has accepted death for what it is. Another step on the journey of which the destination is unknown, except for that it is better then here." He readied himself for another attack. "It is my duty to ensure humanity gets to the destination sooner rather then later."
'Have you not been listing to me, while you ignore pain, I enjoy it for the pain shows us how truly important pleasure is. I seek for the perfect death but I still enjoy most of death every couple of days, also death is the final ultimate pleasure before nothingness' Carl slowly walked over to Jacob not fearing anything that may happen.
"Nothingness... There is no such thing as nothingness. What awaits us after is something... Unknown, but definitely not nothing." Jacob laughed, but it wasn't his usually insane laughter. It was somewhat different, calmer. "How different we could be, yet aren't we supposed to be in the same faction? Heh... I'll let you leave, so I hope we can both fight again when we are at our full strength. It will be most interesting. Go on, go. I want to see the one that lived through my attack, I want her to look into the eyes of the monster that killed her friends. It may give her some peace of mind before she dies."
this man gives himself delusions, I have made it clear that unlike most I do not fear death. he wants to kill the Jerusalem man because he gives false hope yet he tells himself that there is something after death, he has not stop fearing death he merely has in in his mind replaced it with something else Carl fell to his knees and then loosed conciousness as the loose of blood and beating finally got to his body but just before falling unconscious he said '193rd'.
"Heh..." Jacob put his knives away and sat down. "I need to stop pushing myself so hard." He lay down on his back. "Now I just wait... And look forward to getting a chance to fight him again." Jacob laughed to himself. "I wonder what that girl will do to me... Heh, probably torture me. Ah well, guess a monster like me deserves it. Its the best I can do before I kill her."
Skye had not waited for the shooter's answer. She had been distracted by the two Reds fighting. This high, she couldn't properly hear what they were saying. Instead she ducked back behind cover and shouted to Hallas. "Are you seriously defending a couple of Reds who just turned on each other?!"
The adrenaline had finally numbed her wounds a bit, and she was able to slow the bleeding. Come on! Who fights with their own clan?! I get a couple shots for trying to kill guys who are trying to kill each other now anyways... they think they're all high and mighty. At least the Blues and the Greens have some loyalty to each other...
When she looked again the two Reds were both on the ground. Heh... I wonder if this would have happened regardless of whether we were here or not... She spotted a fire escape nearby and ran for it, eager to escape while she could.
More bullets zipped past him as he limped fourteen meters. Like the last volley, they sounded like the behemoth was nowhere near hitting Salt. Still, he'd rather not take chances; if it's firing, then it must see him. At the next house, he immediately entered inside, ignoring whatever treasures it had; just keeping distance between him and the first aid kit in the jacket he left. Nine more.
As far as it could go forward, he exited through the window, sidling through it instead of vaulting like the previous; he was nursing a wound and the last jump worn him out. The worst part of the attempt was the broken glass tearing a hole in the crotch of his pants; humiliating, but he'll deal with that problem later, when he wasn't running for his life.
Through the window and a few footsteps ahead, Wilkes turned his head back as he ran... so far, the behemoth hadn't got him in its line of fire, otherwise the air would be riddled by gunfire. Or maybe it ran out of ammo... No! Focus on patching my shoulder. As he passed the next house, he repeated the same tactic; sidled the broken window - this time not tearing his clothes - and left through the front door.
Back on the front of the houses, he continued his limping dash. Five more... He checked behind him again, and still saw no trace of the man-beast. By now, Wilkes assumed the mutant wouldn't be fooled that easily again; so he ran with all his might to the last house...
Three... Two... Last one...
He made it; at the destination he took a sharp right into the door... and immediate he froze in terror. The behemoth was in the house and was milliseconds away from filling Salt's body full of lead.
-BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK-
At the last possible moment, Salt found the freedom to move out from the door and to the side, narrowly missing the hail of shots. One came close to going through his head, as the one bullet penetrated the dry-rock wall and grazed the right side of his forehead. Again, he felt his life flash again - the enemies he made, the people he killed, and every face he remembered - before returning to the present breathing heavily.
The behemoth was out, but Wilkes didn't know how long; he had to act now.
-BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG-
He unloaded the entire magazine into the foe's head and shoulders; thank god the pistol didn't jump the entire time or most of his shots would be askew from the frazzled nerves. Each chunk of metal drilled into the exposed areas, drawing new blood in every oriface, but still sticking out like cactus spines... But with so much blood oozing out, it had to have died...
Yet there still was movement, and a pained release of breath; it still lived. Worse yet, the pain in his left arm began to worsen, and the weakness of breath began to illude his sights. Thinking quickly, Salt grabbed his jacket and left while he still could. First things first, he needed to use the first aid kit.
He limped his way to a house five more down then, and backed up against a corner. Reaching in the pocket, he pulled out the white miniature case that was a medkit. He then tore off his own shirt, despite the pain and deadening that flared in his arm. Yet that was where he had to focus on. Grabbing a small scalpel, he proceeded to cut an incision where the bullet entered his body; the process was excruciatingly painful and the longer he put off cutting further, the more the pain intensified.
Eventually he finished carving the opening; the wound was now pouring blood from the sheer increase of his heart rate. He had to be quick now; grabbing some forceps he plunged the tips into the incision, feeling around for the chunk of metal. This was even more painful than cutting the opening to begin. He let out a scream of pain as the forceps still felt around, spilling more blood in the process...
Success, Salt finally found the bullet; at that point, it became easier to grab the projectile and pull it out like rice in a rice bowl. At the end, he left a small pool of blood on the floor, his arm was dead, and his perception had almost left him. The last thing to do was bandage the wound and hope that he doesn't die from blood loss...
[spoiler/] Fniff, Angus is a hermit, and also, I'm sure I posted something last night, but according to this, I didn't.[/spoiler]
Angus looked at the combatants with distaste. How could humanity re-emerge with people like this at the helm. but the female zealot may be worth saving. Angus walked over to her and helped her up, and took her towards he car. "Trevor!" he yelled "Get this woman some bandages! and a medkit!" He deposited her on the passenger side seat of his vehicle "Are you alright?" He asked.
Skye crossed her arms, not in a condition to refuse, but still testy. Her legs were burning, and her arm was throbbing. Still nothing to complain about though.
"I am not a woman. I'm a guy." she grumbled, eying the ghoulish man suspiciously. After all, she had sliced his wrist open in retrieving her axe. He had no reason to not shoot her in the head, which made her nervous. There was nothing she wanted more than to be out of the car right now.
"Why are you helping me?! I'm your enemy!" she winced. The sniper was still out of sight, and she kept looking back to see if he had taken aim again. Maybe he had also taken an interest in the two Reds fighting each other? Either way, she hoped that she was out of his scope for the time being.
"My friend, I know enough basic anatomy to know that you're female. The disguise is rather poor, really. And as for why I'm helping you... well you're the kind of person we need to keep humanity alive." he paused to watch the fight between Jacob and Carl "besides," he intoned "that guy in the trenchcoat is an arse."
Skye felt around for the first thing that she found in her pocket, which happened to be a regular piece of paper. She balled it up and threw it at O'Neill in a childish fit. "Why don't you say that loud enough so ALL the Reds hear huh?!? Why don't you just dress me up in a skirt and drop me in the middle of Red territory off on the outskirts of town??"
Pain shot up her arm, and she grit her teeth. "Just because you're being nice doesn't mean I won't kill the heretic when I can." she said, her voice implying it was more of a formality for her to say that rather than an actual threat.
Selena was right... I can't be an Inquisitor. Jewels, I haven't even done much in a fight... how much more will I be effective at killing people... Skye was upset that she was performing so poorly in the presence of the Jerusalem Man. She was desperate to leave a good impression at the very least, but she couldn't even manage that...
Sorry guys, but I wouldn't be able to keep up with this pace, so I'm tossing in my gloves. Luckily I haven't even posted yet, so you can just pretend I was never here!
Hallas picked u his gear and vaulted off the roof onto the pavement, with a loud thud.
"I am sorry for the wounds skye, and it is nought to do with me that my brethren are disloyal, I am loyal to them both, and will aid ALL my brothers to the death!" He yelled in the general direction of skye and the others in and around the vehicle.
Hallas slung his rifle over his back and pulled out his shotgun from it's holster on his hip, he brought it up and turned the crank forwards one notch forwards with a loud clunk as a shell was loaded into the barrel and then a smaller click as he turned off the safety.
He approached where the commotion had been coming from then as he glanced the scene from round a corner of a small concrete house he yelled out again.
"Skye, I am coming for carl, my injured comrade, I am armed and will not hesitate to kill you if you attempt to stop me from recovering him."
Hallas crouched against the building and waited for her reply, shotgun raised and ready to fire.
"Take him! I don't care about Carl, or whatever his name is. I actually have nothing against him except he threw an explosive package at us, but since I'm not dead that's easily forgiven." Skye shrugged her shoulders, keeping her eye on Jacob.
"But I'm taking the other Red. From here it's an easy shot. But then again, are you really going to rescue the guy who attacked this 'brother' of yours? Almost killed him? Just for attacking an enemy? I'm not going to torture him. I swear on the Jewels. I'm either going to kill him or let him run back to whatever 'friends' he has." She wrinkled her nose. She was a bit sorry for getting the other Reds caught up in this, she wasn't a soldier, she would be more like an entry level assassin. Single targets, not many. And she knew who her target was. A man who attacked not only his enemies, but his allies.
What did it feel like to have skirted around certain death? Exciting? Terrifying? Disorienting? A lot of these feelings - and more - pervaded Salt all at once. His head throbbed from the blood loss and these feelings were intensifying the damage done to his body; the pain in his left shoulder reached his neck and temples, and his chest felt like someone took a steamroller to it. It was like every limb in his body was trying to send a clear message: Sleep.
But Wilkes couldn't. The man-beast was still out there; he assumed by now it would have reloaded its rifle and... Wait... He's not going to attack yet... On this realization, Salt may have the upper hand; he already patched up his wounds while the foe was badly injured. Granted it would be expecting him to strike, but on the other side of the coin he would've been dead during his attempt at first aid. Salt could've waited, but it made more sense to hunt and kill the behemoth; popping a few paracetamol tablets from the medkit, he left the house with the reloaded gun and mines in hand.
Two houses away, he opted to approach from the side on the assumption the man-beast would be watching the front and back. Regardless, he had to be very quiet; the task being much more difficult on account of nursing a few wounds and feeling like crap... Yet he was a patient man and didn't try for instant gratification.
He eventually made it to the house from the side. No doors or windows were in sight to reveal the interior. But that wasn't what Salt was planning; taking a frag mine from his pocket he attached it to the center of the wall and arm it, again being as quiet as he could be...
***
He heard the mutt approaching; and responded by re-cocking the rifle. He didn't care if he was dying and the rest of the unit was killed. He would not let this one asshole deal an ignoble death. With every step of the way, it seemed the mongrel would use whatever it had at its disposal; a blinding powder, a fucking gas grenade, even the rundown shacks themselves. He fired volley after volley yet the man still stands, barely bleeding. Why won't he just fucking die!?
Then its footsteps stopped... Now what!? There was total silence. He waited for them to resume; either come in through the door or shart shooting from the window, but nothing. After ten seconds, he decided to screw waiting and unloaded his clip into where he heard the footsteps end.
-BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG-
***
-BOOM-
In the distance, Mr. Salt saw the explosion in full view. The sheer force tore half the house down and sent a torrent of shrapnel in every which way. Thank god that he was so far away. Didn't need to fire a single bullet either. He thought proudly of himself as he adorned the jacket on himself again.
He walked to the epicenter and saw the true extent of the damage. The house was completely fractured like a broken vase, leaving charred wooden pieces in the house to the right. As for the behemoth, it was well and truly dead; his body had been thrown like a ragdoll in the explosion, and metal splinters the size of fingers were embedded in his body. Blood caked around these wedges and filled every crack and crevice on the devastated wooden floor; a grayed out brown, mingling with splotches of a dark and lifeless crimson. All in all, it was a truly grimacing sight.
But there were lootings to be had on the beast; it had a lot of tech on him. One that stood out was a handheld module completely different from any weapon or explosive, the chassis was gray, hard, cold to the touch on one side and black and had a belated softness to it. One red switch was seen on the side... After examining it, he pocketed the device in one of the jackets inner pockets I'll look at this later.
The rest of what he salvaged from the man-beast was the combat vest, and rifle; everything else was embedded into his body and needed to be surgically removed. But the haul was incredible. At that thought, Mr. Salt, headed to one of the undamaged houses; he was tired, thirsty, and now wanted to recuperate.
"OK, easy now!" Angus looked at the young woman, determined to get through to her "And I am not a heretic, Trevor over there is very deout, and I have never done anything against the Jewels. But I do blame you. Try to keep an open mind, simply killing anyone who thinks differently than you is no way to progress in this world. Hell, It's the reason the world ended up like this in the first place." he pushed his revolver into her hands and passed her a medkit "Put on a good show for the boss, detain that nutjob, and then come and see me at the abandonned Shady Rest hotel down on high street." He stepped back a little from Skye and turned to watch the scene unfolding in front of him. he would get through to her, she may have been the only sane person left on the planet. "I'd be willing to take you back to the nearest Zealot settlement, if you need, but I have a feeling yo're too proud to accept the help of a heretic."
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