[CLOSED] Invited by a pure white scenery now-

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Characters: Kristoph Gavin & Apollo Justice [thedevilsmile & justiceismyname]
Content: Apollo finds his former mentor half-dead and bleeding all over in the aftermath of an not!assassination attempt.
Setting: Alleyway, somewhere near the market place of the make-shift town.
Time: After the races, a bit after this log.
Warnings: Bloooooooood. Loads of it.

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Fortunately, Kristoph had been aware enough at that moment to hear a voice calling out from the entrance at the alleyway. Mustering up whatever strength he could find within himself there and then, the blonde barely managed to push himself to shift just enough to get the attention of whoever was there. A hoarse cough escaped him as he did so, and a mouthful of blood flew out at the action as the officer struggled once more to catch his breath.

In and out. In and out.

Relying on nothing else but his own instincts to pull him through this; he could not die now, couldn't die in this place where he'd be simply forgotten by the ravages of time.

He had to live on.

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He could feel himself slipping, slipping away further and further from his grasp of reality as the long-haired man felt his strength being drained with each passing moment. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he knew he was dying - dying in a dirty alleyway without anyone ever seeing him die until he was wholly dead and gone. And that thought sickened him to the core; knowing that he was to die like this, to die so pathetically without ever having accomplishing anything... he couldn't just let it end like this, let it end just like this...

...

"Mr. Gavin?!"

The sudden exclamation of his name was more than enough to jolt the blonde out of his dying mind. Kristoph raised his head wearily, eyelids fluttering weakly as bluegreen eyes focused slowly back into reality. He felt himself being shaken, but the feeling was numb, distant, as if he himself was barely able to feel himself and just very barely hanging on to whatever constituted as his lifeline

[thedevilsmile]

It was getting somewhat hard to focus once more - from the attack he had already lost a considerable amount of blood, and he was only losing more as the time passed. Couple with the fact that it was his neck that had been the spot of the attack, it was nearly through sheer willpower that Kristoph was still alive somehow. At least one good thing about it was that none of his organs were damaged or anything. Though getting his neck sliced was still as equally unpleasant, considering how something called the jaguar vein happened to be there. Fortunately for the blonde, it hadn't been touched - or rather, it was deliberately untouched. Either way, that had been one of the factors in why he was still alive... though at this rate, he was still going to bleed to death anyway

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There was another cough, followed by some wheezing for needed air the moment Apollo undid the tie around his neck. Despite his state, Kristoph did try to calm himself as the younger man bandaged his neck with a little more care this time. As that was being done, the blonde could feel his sight going out of focus once more - his eyelids fluttered, barely managing to keep them open as the officer felt his strength slipping once more

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And for the most part, Kristoph was only silent as everything happened, for he himself was far too tired and drained to speak or do anything at all. All he could do was to remain still throughout the journey to... wherever they were going, coughing from time to time with the occasional hiss as pain shot through him once more. Pain that was more than enough to break through the lethargy that the blood loss had given him.

He barely could hear the noises of the crowd as they passed by, his own senses betraying him as the blonde could only concentrate on the one thing most important now: living. He couldn't allow himself to die like this now... not like this at all; he had to live. He needed to live. Needed to survive, if he still wanted to make it big in the way he wanted to. And get his revenge against the one who caused him to end up like this.

The perpetrator would pay for crossing him like this.