And We're Going Down [Active, Open]

Mar 01, 2009 21:49

Characters: Machi Tobaye, Anna Marshall.
Setting: Just outside the grand room.
Time: Sunset 007
Summary: Machi's bug comes out. It hurts!
Warnings: Gore, some language, graphic descriptions of pain and something tunnelling through someone's body. Holes in abdominal walls, etc.

HURRY UP PLEASE, IT'S TIME )

!day 007, anna marshall (soprano sorceress), machi tobaye (ace attorney)

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machitobaye March 9 2009, 02:01:31 UTC
His field of vision had narrowed considerably and her face elicited no understanding whatsoever--it was just a face, or a thing, seen through a distorted focus of confusion and pain. It wasn't until she had actually lifted him that recognition dawned at all, dribbling slowly into his brain as though through a pinprick allowance. It was a monumental struggle to transfer his consciousness from the hole in his body--the hole, the hole--to anything else, anything at all, let alone conscious thought, and for several long seconds he stared emptily at her, his breathing laboured and irregular. Finally he managed a word, just one, half questioning, almost scared. "....Anna?" The pain was hazing everything over but he tried to hold on, the effect filling his skull and making his head heavy. "I... I'm okay. I'm okay. It's--ow... I'm okay." He almost tried to sit up, not registering that he wasn't on the ground any more, but the pain stopped him before reality did and he fell back, grabbing onto Anna with his monstrous limbs in desperation and gasping in shock from the tripled agony. He was hearing white noise... his voice came to him with a bit of an echo, it sounded so far away. Was he far away?

"S... shit." Tears were starting to form in his eyes and he swallowed--he could feel the pain in this throat, could taste blood. He was shaking. "Shit." The world was moving in chunks, flashes, more like a slideshow, still pictures, and he didn't immediately comprehend where they were. Or why they were there. Her adjustment caused pain to black out his vision, just briefly, and he tightened his grip, trying to breathe, It wasn't until the toilet flushed that understanding of any kind hit him. "N-no! I... I'm sorry... I'm okay."

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