Pain Redefined
Who: Kazuya Mishima, and OPEN
When: Just after the Gundam fight of evil twin week
Where: Close to where the evil!Seravee fell
Summary: Unable to call for help, the severely injured Kazuya is clinging to life by sheer force of will.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood. Lots of it. Will update as needed.
The massive machine fell from the sky with little to no warning, and even if there was, the still-groggy Kazuya didn't have the reflexes he normally did. As such, as the massive thing fell, it managed to catch both of his legs under an arm, crushing them. One of the massive fingers had also managed to pin an arm, shattering his elbow. The pain was excruciating. Any lesser man this battered and bruised, cut, bleeding, and broken would be pushed either into the open hands of unconsciousness, or be paralyzed with pain, pleeding to be put out of their misery. Not Kazuya Mishima. He had managed to free his shattered limbs and was now pulling himself away from the wreckage with the one unbroken arm. His entire body was covered with bruises, cuts and gashes. He didn't mind though. Not even the rocks that were grinding into the wounds would slow him. He would find a medic, somehow, somewhere. He would recover... and then he would kill the impostor that did this to him.
When: Just after the Gundam fight of evil twin week
Where: Close to where the evil!Seravee fell
Summary: Unable to call for help, the severely injured Kazuya is clinging to life by sheer force of will.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood. Lots of it. Will update as needed.
The massive machine fell from the sky with little to no warning, and even if there was, the still-groggy Kazuya didn't have the reflexes he normally did. As such, as the massive thing fell, it managed to catch both of his legs under an arm, crushing them. One of the massive fingers had also managed to pin an arm, shattering his elbow. The pain was excruciating. Any lesser man this battered and bruised, cut, bleeding, and broken would be pushed either into the open hands of unconsciousness, or be paralyzed with pain, pleeding to be put out of their misery. Not Kazuya Mishima. He had managed to free his shattered limbs and was now pulling himself away from the wreckage with the one unbroken arm. His entire body was covered with bruises, cuts and gashes. He didn't mind though. Not even the rocks that were grinding into the wounds would slow him. He would find a medic, somehow, somewhere. He would recover... and then he would kill the impostor that did this to him.