SENA » 001
Who: Sena (carrying_hope) and OPEN!
Where: Espoir, somewhere.
Style: Starting in third, but not picky!
Status: Open~
Bang. Sena felt the impact and the the blood running down his chest first. It tickled, he thought dully, before the realization and the pain hit him, almost like it was an afterthought. His failing heart shuddered and skipped, he could do no more than stare in shock.
"M-mother..."
The entire world tipped to the side. Sena's legs gave out and he fell backwards, his chakram falling with a metallic clatter at his side. He heard Aya's voice--calling his name. He wanted to get up, reassure Aya that he was fine--but it would be a lie. He knew it, and so would Aya. His limbs felt too heavy to lift, and his mind too fogged to think...and then Aya was there, lifting him, cradling him as if Sena was a china doll that would shatter if mishandled. He was already shattered.
"Hold on, Sena." Hold on to what? He was dead already, his body just hadn't caught up with the fact yet.
"Aya...I'm sorry, Aya. I couldn't..."
Sena's vision started to dim, his heart struggled to keep beating even as it was pumping his blood onto the floor. The panic set in, a natural reaction, and so this is what it felt to die. "A...Aya..." It was almost over now. The realization of it caught Sena off guard, his last breath was a gasp--and then he went limp, eyes sliding closed. Aya's strangled shout, calling his teammate's name, fell on ears no longer capable of hearing it.
Waking up was the last thing Sena expected to do. It felt almost like he was startled out of a terrible dream, his mind racing to determine the exact line between reality and nightmare and coming up short. Sena dropped his chakram--he hadn't had it in his hand before, he knew--as his hand went to cover his racing heart that shouldn't be doing anything of the sort, encountering a lot of sticky half-dried blood and a dully aching, half-healed wound.
He'd been shot. Sure, that was nothing new in and of itself, Sena had more encounters with the wrong end of a gun barrel under his belt than he really cared to recall, but generally one didn't recover from a .44 caliber to the heart, and the blood drying on his clothes and skin seemed to reflect that reality. But if this was real...
Sena examined his completely unfamiliar surroundings, feeling weak and sick and dizzy as he stumbled shakily to his feet. Something fell out of his pocket and clattered to the ground, and he had to take a few moments to steady himself before he could even think of picking it up without falling right back on his ass. A cell phone? ...a really strange cell phone.
Sena could only stare. It certainly wasn't his, and hadn't been in his pocket before.
Okay, so he wasn't dead, he was in an area that he didn't recognize at all, and he had someone else's cell phone, and he couldn't think of any explanation for either, no matter how fast his mind raced. He finally just let himself fall back down, staring at the cell phone cradled in his blood-smeared hand.
Where: Espoir, somewhere.
Style: Starting in third, but not picky!
Status: Open~
Bang. Sena felt the impact and the the blood running down his chest first. It tickled, he thought dully, before the realization and the pain hit him, almost like it was an afterthought. His failing heart shuddered and skipped, he could do no more than stare in shock.
"M-mother..."
The entire world tipped to the side. Sena's legs gave out and he fell backwards, his chakram falling with a metallic clatter at his side. He heard Aya's voice--calling his name. He wanted to get up, reassure Aya that he was fine--but it would be a lie. He knew it, and so would Aya. His limbs felt too heavy to lift, and his mind too fogged to think...and then Aya was there, lifting him, cradling him as if Sena was a china doll that would shatter if mishandled. He was already shattered.
"Hold on, Sena." Hold on to what? He was dead already, his body just hadn't caught up with the fact yet.
"Aya...I'm sorry, Aya. I couldn't..."
Sena's vision started to dim, his heart struggled to keep beating even as it was pumping his blood onto the floor. The panic set in, a natural reaction, and so this is what it felt to die. "A...Aya..." It was almost over now. The realization of it caught Sena off guard, his last breath was a gasp--and then he went limp, eyes sliding closed. Aya's strangled shout, calling his teammate's name, fell on ears no longer capable of hearing it.
Waking up was the last thing Sena expected to do. It felt almost like he was startled out of a terrible dream, his mind racing to determine the exact line between reality and nightmare and coming up short. Sena dropped his chakram--he hadn't had it in his hand before, he knew--as his hand went to cover his racing heart that shouldn't be doing anything of the sort, encountering a lot of sticky half-dried blood and a dully aching, half-healed wound.
He'd been shot. Sure, that was nothing new in and of itself, Sena had more encounters with the wrong end of a gun barrel under his belt than he really cared to recall, but generally one didn't recover from a .44 caliber to the heart, and the blood drying on his clothes and skin seemed to reflect that reality. But if this was real...
Sena examined his completely unfamiliar surroundings, feeling weak and sick and dizzy as he stumbled shakily to his feet. Something fell out of his pocket and clattered to the ground, and he had to take a few moments to steady himself before he could even think of picking it up without falling right back on his ass. A cell phone? ...a really strange cell phone.
Sena could only stare. It certainly wasn't his, and hadn't been in his pocket before.
Okay, so he wasn't dead, he was in an area that he didn't recognize at all, and he had someone else's cell phone, and he couldn't think of any explanation for either, no matter how fast his mind raced. He finally just let himself fall back down, staring at the cell phone cradled in his blood-smeared hand.