Get Psycho [ In-Progress]

[uomo_libro]

WHO: Freeman, Jinx; Later, Urahara and possibly Jushirou
WHAT: Kitten takes the bait
WHERE: Warehouse #1171, the warehouse district
WHEN: Sunday, December 21st, nightfall
WARNINGS: Extreme violence and gore

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[fanofinfo]

"On the contrary, My Lady.... I dont believe I interrupted at all." He spoke softly. Though, if she was planning on dying... which she was... perhaps it was an interruption afterall.

He had previous plans of clearing the body... but... would Hiyori really be happy to see the destroyed body of what was once Freeman? Perhaps... but.... she may resent the fact she had no part in his demise even more. Urahara would simply have to decide what to do about that later.

A normal man probably would have been disgusted with what she had in her hands... with the blood everywhere... but it seemed Urahara was used to it... he might have even expected something like this... but not from a small woman such as herself. That was probably the most disturbing factor of it all. "Jushirou is safe. I'll have him sent to a hospital immediately." He nodded, supporting her weakened body in his arms. "Jinx.... with the way you are... is it safe to have you taken to a hospital as well?" The only reason Kisuke asked... was because it was obvious that Jinx was something inhuman.

With all the blood... god, how was the girl still conscious?

[hexyoutotuesday]

"No... no hospital... I've called the AMC... they're sending... ambulance..." If he had not been holding her, she would have fallen to the ground again. Her body was limp in his arms, her remaining strength being used to keep one breathing and grasp onto her trophies. "AMC... Komui Lee... he... can fix Papa... I need to make sure... he gets... there... I need t--" she began coughing again, sputtering blood onto his chest, barely able to catch her breath. Freeman's hand had penetrated though her body, almost into her stomach. Her ribs were fragments, parts of them sticking through her flesh, out in the open for the world to see. The leather of her suit had grafted over her wounds like a skin, since much of her torso seemed to be deprived of it.

"What do you... mean... is it... safe?" It was getting difficult to feel her limbs now, but she was determined to stay awake. If death was not going to claim Jinx tonight, she would not let weakness take over. "Komui... can fix me... bastard... might take me apart first... but he... can fix--" once again, coughing, sputtering too much blood to be healthy. "Fuck... punctured a lung... I think..."

For a moment, she was silent, focusing on just trying to breathe, listening to his heartbeat to keep herself awake. So much blood, and she had probably pissed herself too. The unlucky cat was on her last life now and it was apparent. At twenty years old, she knew her life was reaching the last stretch of its race. Blood dripped from her ears and the nosebleed began again. "I don't think... I can stand... anymore..." she broke the silence, still not hearing the ambulances arrive. Fuck, they were not hard to miss. It was the only warehouse in the district that looked like swiss cheese gone bad. "Can you... hold me... Ura..ha..ra..." it was getting more difficult to speak. Jinx should have been dead. By all logic, the girl should be as cold as the head she held in her hand.

[fanofinfo]

Urahara had already took the woman in his arms and lift her from the ground. "No more talking from you young lady..." He spoke softly, finding a place on the ground to sit and wait...

Was it a good idea to stay with her? Of course... she was dying... She needed warmth, and any way to help stop her from bleeding out. But.. the AMC... Urahara couldnt escape them now... and his identity... he'd have to reveal himself, and they will have retrieved his former record.... True, it was under a different name... but... there were certain forms of identification that couldnt be faked.

The girl's life would simply be put into the hands of fate... she asked for no interference afterall... Urahara wasnt a man to go against a dying person's wishes unless they deliberately said so... or if he found reason to. All he knew was he was going to do everything he could for her... without breaking his word.

"They should be here soon... I can hear sirens..." He spoke. "...I'm going to keep talking... and I want you to focus on my voice. Stay conscious. Thats important. Alright? Alright..." Kisuke started... talking about the life of an orphan boy who traveled the world... who learned how to fight, the science, physics, and art of life and death... who played God, making perversions of nature... only to disappear and retrace his steps... trying to figure out what it was that he did wrong...

He didnt expect Jinx to remember all of it... it was something to occupy her mind.. and thats all he could hope for.

[hexyoutotuesday]

Jinx's talent in this world was memory. The girl could recall every man she ever slept with, the faces of the hundreds she had killed, words from simple conversations, every emotions she had ever felt, everything she heard from those she loved, stories she was told dying in a man's arms. Blood leaked from her mouth, trailing off her cheek, dripping puddles onto his clothes. When her eyes would fall shut, she would be jerked back to consciousness again, coughing, sputtering. His story, she wanted to listen to it, to the sound of his voice. She could not hear the sirens... maybe he was just giving her hope.

"You... are a very... interesting man..." she interrupted, giving him the weakest of smiles. Jinx was a smart girl, though she never thought things through, and she knew people. She had enough life experience thus far to be wise beyond her years only in moments of peace. And as she looked up at him, a fog over her eyes, she saw a sort of understanding within him. Strange how they had only spoken once in person before, and he very well may be the last human she ever touched. "I would... like to know... more... later... we can have... tea..." She felt herself fading, and jerked herself awake. Her body was screaming. It had lost too much blood, there was not enough left to keep her going, yet she continued to fight. Somehow, Jinx continued to fight. Maybe she was just to goddamn stubborn to die without having the last word.

"You... can fix yourself... you... can turn life... around... you know... that you have... done... wrong..." Her limp hand could no longer grasp onto Freeman's heart. It released from her hand, rolled off her chest to thump onto the ground. She had laced Freeman's hair around her other hand so tightly it was not going anywhere. "I don't... know... how to... fix things... I try... and I... I fail... so... I guess... I traded... my life for... someone's who was... worth more..." She did not care about the pain, the wheezing in her breath. She began to feel nothing at all. "Perversions... of nature? I was... once... human... maybe I... still am... maybe I... maybe..."

The sound of sirens came to her ears. Groaning, she tried to move, tried to sit up, but only managed to twitch her body. "Tell them... to get Jushirou... first... tell them... I'm okay..." There was no way in hell even Urahara could lie that well. Jinx looked more dead than alive. God, the field day Komui would have tearing apart her body in the morgue. "And then... you can... run..." she could barely look up at him. "Thank you... I... I..." Jinx gasped, trying to draw in a breath that would not come, fighting for consciousness, fighting, trying to hold onto that edge between this world and the next, then her body fell limp. Eyes closing, her head rolled off to the side. She could not breathe. Her heart struggled. All too quickly, she was slipping away... just as Komui Lee ran into the warehouse as quickly as possible.

[fanofinfo]

Urahara let out a breath, shaking his head. "I said no more talking..." It was kind of her to say he had time for redemption.... but... he knew better than that. And then, his body tensed... feeling her body fail her. His eyes widened...

...This girl. She couldnt die. He decided... he wouldnt let her. He didnt care that he gave her his word he wouldnt interfere. Fate was playing an unfair hand... and he wasnt willing to let Fate win if it meant she wasnt going to survive.

He pulled out several tools from his jacket, closing off some of her wounds with devices unknown from the medical world... he wasnt going to be able to save her here.. but he would certainly buy her some time before taking her to the hospital. Her left lung was punctured... she had quit breathing... and so he had to give her body air to hold her over until medics showed up with oxygen tanks. He plugged her nose and breathed into her, pushing her chest over her right lung with his hand to bring on oxygen flow. She was bleeding profuciously... but his unique devices held her together. She started breathing again, but barely... but thats all Kisuke needed to feel satisfied.

When the ambulance arrived, they immediately approached the shop keeper... "..Jushirou Ukitake's in the room over there. Take him to a hospital immediately... and if you have enough people and room, rush this girl over as well."

He looked down at Jinx... the bloody anomaly on his lap. "I'll see you again when you wake." The blond slid her off of him, resting her to lie flat on her back as he vanished. The AMC arrived.... and that was his cue to leave.