[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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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.

It was all so very strange, really - his neck was slashed open, there was blood all over his clothes and over the floor and the sight of him was more than enough to frighten his ex-student; but yet he himself felt nothing. It was an odd sensation - as if he was a puppet attached onto his strings, just feeling the barest hints of sensation and pain unless it was a seriously strong one. Otherwise, he simply felt... detached. Detached to everything. If it wasn't for the fact that he was weakened by his massive blood loss, Kristoph would've been sure he might be laughing at this situation. A man like him, dying in a dirty alleyway and to be forgotten by time.

As unforgivable as it was, there was that underlying sense of irony that the blonde couldn't help but find it... laughable.

His attention was drawn back to reality once more when Apollo talked to him, and Kristoph could barely manage to muster up the strength to nod in response. He was only silent as the other shifted to position himself for the fireman's carry, making surprised, strained sound when he was lifted up; The sudden shift had sent a shot of pain up his wound and though his nerves. If it hadn't been for the fact that the pain was almost numb to him, he'd most likely have been curling up at the sheer pain that tore through him at that.

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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.