2nd Report | |Broadcast Mind|
You don’t want to do it.
She’s only a child. Bright hair frames a childlike face, blue eyes bright and enthusiastic as she sees the first sight of your chain. Though it’s because she’s wearing that horrid, blood red cloak that you have to do this. Even though the idea alone nearly rips you apart because you’re not a violent person.
She’s just a child...
The thought runs through your mind again in that half a second before you raise your gun and shoot that bullet through the back of her head. You can feel that cold, empty expression twisting your features as you watch her fall to the ground, her own chain dissipating in an instant afterward. Guilt’s there, yes. Having to kill someone like that was possibly one of the hardest decisions you’ve had to do but... the knowledge is there that if you didn’t, she would have killed more and more of your comrades and possibly innocent people.
Yes. It’s done, though.
You must find him. Inform him of the enemy’s appearance here at once..
Steps forward, one, two.. thr-
The pain is sharp, abrupt and ripping through your system as claws as sharp as razors tear through skin and fabric alike in a split second. There’s barely even time to make a noise and the world spins as your knees hit the ground, followed by the rest of your body. Everything hurts and even breathing takes every fiber within your body to do, a hand clutching that shoulder that’s bleeding. So warm. You know it’s too much... and you can barely even register hearing that girl’s voice so close but far away from where you lie.
”...it’s time to get up, Liam!
...we really look like...
...we’re going to be...
Good Friends.”