"as loud as hell"
Who: Clay Kaczmarek, Kaylee Frye
What: Clay gets hurt. It's up to Kaylee to protect him.
Where: Business District
When: Night, 9/3
Rating: BLOOD VIOLEEEENCE PG-13, I guess? I suck at ratings
Notes: I got nothing witty.
[It's dark and Clay's grabbing food for him and Kaylee. So far, in the past few days, Flynn's Arcade's been a great hideout. All he's focused on is keeping her safe. It's what Desmond and Ezio and Desmond's lady would want. It's what he wants. Kaylee is an integral part of the Brotherhood, and a good person. So he does what he can to keep her safe. He doesn't stay out long, grabbing food, he wants to get back to the arcade and keep an eye out. There's a grocery store not far from Flynn's and Clay makes his trips to the store on the rooftops. Then runs through the alleys when he's carrying the food. That way, if he does drop anything, he doesn't have to go far to pick it back up.
He's on the second half of his mission now. Getting back to Flynn's undetected for full sync. Tonight, he's sacrificing stealth for speed and doesn't look around the corners as he travels. It's night so Clay figures that'll be alright. Just this once. Rounding the corner, he skids to a stop, seeing a group of fifteen soldiers marching in formation. They all see him and he drops the bags, already in motion, reaching for his knife. As the first opens his mouth to shout orders, Clay twists and sends the back of his elbow into the soldier's throat, cutting him off. He keeps moving, tightening his grip on the handle of the blade and sends it between the ribs of the second, jerking his wrist before pulling the blade free. The next few minutes-- or is it seconds-- are a blur. Black and gray and silver with flashes of red. And then there's a white hot burst of pain and a ringing in his ears. His shoulder is on fire and he doesn't have to look to know he's been shot. He doesn't even look back and he darts off down an alley.
His arms and legs pump and each movement of his arm makes his shoulder hurt worse but he keeps going. He can't die. He's got to protect Kaylee. Over the roar of his blood in his ears, he hears the stomping of boots after him. Fuck. They're following. He twists down another alley, then heads out into the street again before heading another direction. Trying to lose them and getting himself temporarily turned around. Not good. He goes down another alley, one he knows, and gets himself back on track. Another crack is heard above the hammer in his ears and the boots behind him. And fire lances across his thigh. Goddamnit! Clay stumbles to a stop and a quick duck and grab and he flings gravel towards their faces to give him a cheater's head start.
His shirt's sticking to his skin, blood running hot and thick down his chest and back from the jagged holes the bullet to his shoulder caused. At least it went straight through. Woo, optimism. He reaches Flynn's and shoves the door open, sprawling just inside as his thigh protests all of this fucking running. The pounding of feet grows closer and his heart freezes. He's led them here. It's all his fault. She's got to get out. She can't die.]
Kay! Kaylee! Run! Fucking get out! [Clay shouts, voice hoarse from the pain.]
What: Clay gets hurt. It's up to Kaylee to protect him.
Where: Business District
When: Night, 9/3
Rating: BLOOD VIOLEEEENCE PG-13, I guess? I suck at ratings
Notes: I got nothing witty.
[It's dark and Clay's grabbing food for him and Kaylee. So far, in the past few days, Flynn's Arcade's been a great hideout. All he's focused on is keeping her safe. It's what Desmond and Ezio and Desmond's lady would want. It's what he wants. Kaylee is an integral part of the Brotherhood, and a good person. So he does what he can to keep her safe. He doesn't stay out long, grabbing food, he wants to get back to the arcade and keep an eye out. There's a grocery store not far from Flynn's and Clay makes his trips to the store on the rooftops. Then runs through the alleys when he's carrying the food. That way, if he does drop anything, he doesn't have to go far to pick it back up.
He's on the second half of his mission now. Getting back to Flynn's undetected for full sync. Tonight, he's sacrificing stealth for speed and doesn't look around the corners as he travels. It's night so Clay figures that'll be alright. Just this once. Rounding the corner, he skids to a stop, seeing a group of fifteen soldiers marching in formation. They all see him and he drops the bags, already in motion, reaching for his knife. As the first opens his mouth to shout orders, Clay twists and sends the back of his elbow into the soldier's throat, cutting him off. He keeps moving, tightening his grip on the handle of the blade and sends it between the ribs of the second, jerking his wrist before pulling the blade free. The next few minutes-- or is it seconds-- are a blur. Black and gray and silver with flashes of red. And then there's a white hot burst of pain and a ringing in his ears. His shoulder is on fire and he doesn't have to look to know he's been shot. He doesn't even look back and he darts off down an alley.
His arms and legs pump and each movement of his arm makes his shoulder hurt worse but he keeps going. He can't die. He's got to protect Kaylee. Over the roar of his blood in his ears, he hears the stomping of boots after him. Fuck. They're following. He twists down another alley, then heads out into the street again before heading another direction. Trying to lose them and getting himself temporarily turned around. Not good. He goes down another alley, one he knows, and gets himself back on track. Another crack is heard above the hammer in his ears and the boots behind him. And fire lances across his thigh. Goddamnit! Clay stumbles to a stop and a quick duck and grab and he flings gravel towards their faces to give him a cheater's head start.
His shirt's sticking to his skin, blood running hot and thick down his chest and back from the jagged holes the bullet to his shoulder caused. At least it went straight through. Woo, optimism. He reaches Flynn's and shoves the door open, sprawling just inside as his thigh protests all of this fucking running. The pounding of feet grows closer and his heart freezes. He's led them here. It's all his fault. She's got to get out. She can't die.]
Kay! Kaylee! Run! Fucking get out! [Clay shouts, voice hoarse from the pain.]