PH Death Log ( Part 2 of 2 )

[redhorror]

When; Saturday Night ( April 7th )

Rating; PG-13? R?

Characters; revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, alessalearnt Alessa, wisdom_rcvr Henry, redhorror Pyramid Head

blue_rush Lilly Rush, warrior_selene Selene, red_eye_medic Yakushi Kabuto , monsterepellant Doumeki Shizuka, henkonasuisho Zaheela, favored_son D, banditfox Kurama, likelycrash Wash, yami_no_ouji Akito Tenkawa, no_whore Inara Serra, opfern Alfons Heiderich, rubyred_sight Kantarou Ichinomiya, arthurhellsing Arthur Hellsing, dark_walter Walter Dornez, tinyvampiregod Girlycard, thekingofpain Alucard, steeldame, bad_in_thelatin Malcolm Reynolds, noruttinidea

Comments

moving along then...

[henkonasuisho]

Minutes, maybe hours passed and there was footsteps and something against her throat. For a moment, she thought it death's blade, coming to claim her for good, but the only thing that fell was the pressure of the wire digging into her throat. Using what minuscule energy her own body allowed to be used elsewhere, she forced eyes to open. A green topped mass, humanoid, and moving quickly. The smell of metal, weak musk, and dragon scales... Masaki, the one she was proud to call brother. She thought that he was angry at her, she supposed she was wrong.

As the wires were snipped away around her wrists, she felt blood rush back, feeling, and she let both arms drop back to the ground. By Altana, did it hurt, but in the good-I'm-alive-to-fight-another-day way. Wires were cut and carefully peeled away, allowing wounds to properly start to heal, but she had been bleeding non stop for over a day and a half, only saved by her body's own regeneration, and weakened by it as well. Alone, it would take her days of rest to heal the wounds in her current state, if she survived at all.

She didn't try to speak, didn't do anything but open her eyes and keep them open. She was unused to being rescued, to being the one on this side of the fence, but she was happy. A weak smile was granted to her brother, and she waited as she was picked up and carried away. Her back protested, rather loudly, as the hairline fractures were not completely healed, but that was just a drop in the bucket. For the last two days, she had suffered worse, what was a little pain? Her ears caught the sounds of battle, of squealing pain and angry shouts, but it was like hearing it through thick cotton. There was a battle, a fight, vengeance being served, but she didn't care much right now. It was getting farther and farther away. She wondered if they were heading somewhere with healers for a moment, but disregarded it and tried to relax.

Someone came to rescue her when she thought no one would. For once, she was glad to be wrong.

[OOC: guess I god-mod masaki then, as planned]