Ampoule 12 [In Person] // You supply the rumours and I'll provide the wrath

[p3rfect_kill3r]

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[my_own_friend]

[Well. Blood. That's disturbing. Emma follows the trail, taking care not to let it stain her white clothes. She senses someone at the end, the victim, most likely. And her suspicions are soon confirmed.]

Oh my God.

[She crouches down to Shiki's side, her voice level and cool despite the carnage.]

Who did this to you?

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Wincing he recognises that voice, the arrogant telepath. But right now who she is is the least of his issues. Whilst the Doctor had relieved him of any pain, he still knew he would slip away soon. Without it though, he was capable of shaking his head, as hard as it was.

He hadn't seen him directly, only heard him a moment too late with the needle with that drug in it. His hair was dark, messy, and for some reason he vaguely recalled that he was barefoot, wearing baggy jeans.. it was hazy, the drug had him out of it for the most.

But dear lord he was beginning to feel tired.. Her telepathy at this point could be of use..]

'I don't know who it was. They drugged me in the gym-- but.. you'd know that if you were hearing this.'

[my_own_friend]

[Indeed, as memories of the killer flash through his mind, Emma picks them up. It describes no one she's met in her time here, but perhaps someone else will know.]

I don't think there's much I can do for you. You're bleeding out. I could get a doctor here, or...I can put you someplace else, if you'd like.

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[He winces, breathing was becoming difficult, the blood was slowly seeping into his lungs, but he wasn't drowning. Yet. He knew it was inevitable.]

'Don't.. bother with a doctor. It's too late for me. Just move me out of the middle of the room. I'd rather not be a spectacle.'

[Keeping his thoughts coherent enough to think was difficult, especially as mentally he kept linking that bastard with the Premier and what had happened that day. Hopefully Emma would just ignore it. Even if the flickers of memories were getting slightly more vivid.]

[my_own_friend]

[She winces at the prospect of getting his blood all over her clothing, but she obliges him. She's not strong enough to do anything but drag him. In her current form, anyway.

She metamorphs into her diamond form and lifts him in her arms, like a child, and carries him out of the center of the room.]

We'll find whoever did this to you and ensure that justice is carried out.

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Inhaling sharply his eyes widen, finally letting out a pained groan as she moved him. Shiit that hurt. He gritted his teeth, shuddering at the feeling of the wounds being disturbed. He wouldn't complain, he was being done a favour, but even so...]

'Even if you find him. I'll still exact my own revenge on the spineless coward. I refuse to be humiliated and let it slide. Your 'justice'-- may work in your world. In my home we pay blood with blood. Even if I have to go through every last person here.'

[Dangerous words, to some he may sound crazed, but that was Shiki. He lived for violence, revenge, obtaining absolute power.. all just to kill one man. Now that that reason was presented to him once again, he'd mercilessly claw at that chance, even if it killed him once again.]

[my_own_friend]

[Carefully, Emma sets him down in the corner of the room, as he requested. Crazed words. But understandable. He wanted revenge, no matter the cost.]

Whatever it takes, we'll make sure he pays. Such an act cannot go unpunished.

[She shifts back to her human form and kneels beside him again. She smooths his hair back from his brow.]

You won't go unavenged.

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Crazed? Yes. But that was Shiki anyway. He hadn't had a reason to return to his old ways in a long time, but now he had the opportunity.. he was almost thrilled. His mind already planing his demise, how he'd do it, how he'd slice him up with slower. Take longer than an hour. Reclaim his title as the Perfect King Il-Re.]

'I can avenge myself, keep him alive until I may get to him. Then we'll see how thoroughly he learns to never believe he can do such a thing to me again.'

[Me, me, me. Becoming rapidly wrapped up in his own thoughts, existence and self-importance. A self-defence mechanism? Returning to his old ways to justify everything. This sort of weakness shown would only mean that people could think they could do this to him - his seemingly flawless abilities triumphed over.]