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[ Alex has tried and failed to find Sofia, and her room is a little more bee-filled for his trouble. His other options? Metal guy. Who knows where he lives? Sinclair. Armed. He'll be on his guard. No good, no good, where does he go
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- is going to die.
Shitshitshit what can he use, there has to be something he can use something to escape something to buy time something to fucking tear him apart he wants to fucking tear him apart -
There's a gun at his back, a tearing pain, and he's starting to sway and shake from the rapid blood loss. He can't move. His fight or flight instinct has finally changed its mind and is telling him to run, and he can't.
Something occurs to him, a thought that's more coherent than the rest, one that drifts from a part of him that's been otherwise salted and burned. All these plasmids in his body, and he's still fucking helpless. ]
They al always come back.
[ It's quiet at first, then gradually louder, tight-throated, insistent, terrified. ]
They always come back. They always come back. They always come back. They always come back. They always...
[ And he just keeps chanting it, chanting it rather than thinking, chanting it rather than imagining the bullets tearing through him. ]
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[The dark mutter is just that, and then Sinclair pulls the trigger, wincing slightly as the blood streaks up and out. He makes sure to empty a solid clip into him, just in case any of his Plasmids feel like acting up.
After a moment, he nudges the body with the toe of his shoe, raising an eyebrow.]
Life's tough, kid, when you start splicin' n'all. [Shrugging, he goes back and picks up his grenade launcher, shrugging it on his shoulder.] 'Course, it gets tougher when you take t'Hypnotizin' me. Wouldn't have minded lettin' you waste away in your own body 'til it just fell apart, but, see...
[He grins to himself as he walks down the hall.] I've got one hell of a vengeful streak, sometimes.
[Turning the corner, he murmurs:] Nightynight. [and lights up a cigarette.]
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Seeing what caused the noise convinced him that retreating back inside was the best course of action.
He waited. He listened.
When the noise is over he investigates. Finds the body. Returns to his lab. Fetches a scalpel, a bone saw and a container.
No harm done, right? The strangely even square of skin missing on Alex's arm will heal quickly, along with the rest of his wounds. And the air-headed feeling?
It will pass once his brain has regenerated and returned to his body... which the narration is well over 80% sure is going to happen at some point. ]
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