Ampoule 12 [In Person] // You supply the rumours and I'll provide the wrath

[p3rfect_kill3r]

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[junior_cop]

[Tom had left his room to head to the gym. It was part of his daily routine that got him started in the morning. Being a cop meant staying fit and it was something that he and his father often did as a means to staying close. It was that bond of trust that he missed the most.

His eyes caught sight of the trail of blood from the gym and decided to find the source. Now his mind wasn't on working out. This was serious and seeing the severed fingers by the free weights, he ran out of the gym and followed the trail to find Shiki in the Main Hall.

Quickly, he knelt down and held Shiki up in efforts to slow down the blood pooling in his lungs.]

Who did this?

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[His eyes widened, mostly out of the searing pain that shot through him at the very thought of motion, let alone actually being lifted. It was getting dark, being able to form any coherent speech was wishful thinking on Tom's part.

With a harsh choke, his body's way of trying to help Tom's efforts he brings up an amount of blood. Wincing as it racked through his body. He was no use to anyone now, not like this.

Only through sheer will power did he manage to contract his neck muscles to shake his head. He couldn't say. Only when the Author brought him back would he be able to, that was /if/ she even bothered to. His last moments were just as painful as when he vaguely came to, choking unable to get that vital air into his system. Violent gasps that resulted in nothing more than a sickening gaging noise. He shook, eyes wide. He was dying... Oh god he was dying. Panic surged through him, only quickening the rate of what little blood he had left collecting in his lungs. Even if there was the possibility of coming back.. he'd still

[junior_cop]

[Tom remembers his own death and recalls the searing pain then the nothingness that follows. Forcing his mind to keep focus, Tom inhaled deeply and closed his eyes to say a silent prayer. Looking up at Shiki's face, he started to take note of the position, condition and location where Shiki was found. Something was definitely out to get them but why was Shiki the first?]

I'm sorry.

[Every muscle in Tom's body shook. It wasn't the first time he saw death. He's seen kids overdose on heroine and die in the showers at the school gym.

Tom had to force himself to get on task with the job. This wasn't something that he was used to and with Shiki, a man that he's never met, marked something even harder in his mind and soul. It was only now finding the one that did this with the only clues still in the gym, he took his notes and moved toward the gym.]

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup]

[Mello almost never sleeps if he can help it. So he's gotten up to drink his early morning cup of hot chocolate. He sees the blood trail. First his eyes widen then narrow. He's going to follow that trail and takes off running.

Mello runs up to Shiki, dropping down onto his knees next to him. He presses his fingers to his pulse. He knows it's useless, and all he really gets out of it is bloody fingers. There's no way Shiki is going to make it.

He recognizes this, someone was getting back at Shiki poetic justice. And the care taken in it. There are only so many people capable of doing this. Mello's mid is already solving the case but it's slow and laborious as Mello is also trying to figure out if he can at least get Shiki comfortable or even, somehow, save him]

Shiki!

[His voice is very urgent]

Shiki, can you hear me? Can you respond?

[In Person]

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[His eyelids were beginning to close until for a second he was pulled back by the voice of Mello... well at least he wouldn't die alone? Hngh. How sentimental. It was pathetic, this self-pity. Self-loathing. He'd been caught off guard and he paid for it. He couldn't move. If he could then he'd have grabbed him by the collar and yelled at him. He couldn't think what. But the thought was enough. Somehow his mind twisting it in it's drowned delusions telling him that he had - another evolved comfort technique?

There's a dull wet gurgle from him as his eyes close slowly, the last breath jolting through his body. The pain he should have felt was non-existent. His nerves had dulled, all he felt was a slight discomfort. As he faded, his body seemed to force what little it could of the blood from his lungs, spilling more onto the floor. He was beyond help now.]

[In person]

[youwear_ajacket]

[Holmes had seen the blood, and was following it with caution and curiousity. Who had the Author seen fit to kill now? Pushing the door to the gym open, he wasn't shocked by the amount of blood; blood didn't bother him. Gore didn't bother him.

However, when he saw who the mangled remains belonged to, he was a little taken a back. Shiki? The military know it all? Frowning and stepping over the blood (or at least trying to), Holmes kneels down infront of him]

..I suppose you know you're beyond saving, don't you?

[In person]

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Trying to cast his eyes up to Holmes, it's fairly ineffective. Everything's blurry and he can't really focus on anything. He recognises the voice, it's Holmes. His throat hurts, hell everything did. He was in so much pain that he'd practically gone numb - just a mental block to help him forget.

Exhaling with a slight hiss, he tries to speak. It's more of a harsh whisper, that's barely audible, broken by coughing up blood from his lungs. It's strained aggressive, but only out of desperation.]

Fi..nish--- it...

[In person]

[youwear_ajacket]

[His usually wide eyes narrow somewhat, before shaking his head]

I can't, you can't ask that of me

[In person]

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Shiki grits his teeth, shaking as that instinctual panic set in, his body going into the final stages of his body shutting down. Eyes set on Holmes as he could feel himself slipping.
How dare he let him suffer like this. He would rather he drowned on his own blood, died of shock, loss of blood - whatever was going to be the main cause. Just giving the killer that sickening satisfaction he wanted. Frustration bubbled over within him, in some way perhaps he knew he deserved this, but, really.. if he admitted that then really what justification did he have for everything he'd done so far in his life? He wanted to scream, yell, unleash some sort of emotion. Unwillingly, he felt something moist at the corners of his eyes, even if his nerves were on the way out. Perhaps it was just the only outlet he had when he couldn't act on his emotions, or it was just from all the pain? For the first time in years he shed tears.]

..--ope.. y-ou...

[He began choking, gaging on that congealing mass within his throat, he hissed, though instead of air

[im_in_ur_exit]

[The trail of blood was what caught Saguru's attention - and while he was very careful not to step on any of it, the pace he followed it at was just short of a dead run

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[That voice? Hakuba? Not that it mattered right now. He'd passed the self-piteous stage and was letting himself go with whatever happened. He'd failed to protect himself and stop this all happening. He deserved to die, right? That was the fate of the weak. He shouldn't be so emotionally raw over this should he? But it was the fact that he'd been drugged. This person knew they were too weak to handle him at full strength. Over powered by a spineless coward... How humiliating

[im_in_ur_exit]

[That ... was enough for a small lurch of nausea, and an abrupt puncture in the rage; getting there too late was always miserable, much less-]

You're still - ...I should've expected no less...

[He reached out to try to give some support - at least prop him up so the angle was less awkward -]

Do you want anything?

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Wincing, he lets Hakuba do as he wants, he had nothing against him. He was an ally. A rarity for him. Someone that he knew he could trust. Closing his eyes he exhales as best as he can, though there was still that wet after gurgle as he did. He shakes his head.]

..-ind.. the coward...so I--nggh.... --ave my revenge.

[always1truth]

[Conan had not really being feeling up to par since Ran has disappeared- however, any depression he had felt vanished quickly at the site of drying blood on the floor- blood dried at thirty minutes for every 30 cc lost- and there was a lot of blood. Doing as any detective would- he follows the trail and quickly moves over the victim- detached fingers don't seem to phase him at all. He leaps over the remainder of the blood and nearly slides into place to check on the victims condition.]

Oi! Can you hear me? Say something!

[He can tell the victim is still breathing but it probably won't last long- this doesn't look good.]

O-oi!

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Shiki didn't bother to look up. That voice, Conan? The annoying drone of his tone was recognisable anywhere. His breathing's shallow, just trying to stay alive as long as he can, on the off chance that he may perhaps just survive. But that involved conserving his energy. His pupils contracted, focusing on him. Brows twitched. He was alive, just barely.

He didn't want anyone to see him like this. Especially this kid.. whatever he was. He wasn't a child but he bore the skin of one. Perhaps in aspects. Fear was visible in his eyes, maybe not that he was dying, but what the implications were.

He wrenched his eyes shut, shutting out the noise of Conan, trying to pretend he'd passed out.. though that sounded like a good idea. Rest. Grip at holding on, but try and conserve energy.]

[always1truth]

[Conan's eyes narrow and he stands up, looking around the scene to piece together what he could- was there a reason the killer had cut off every other finger? Obviously, the killer had wanted someone to find the body if there was such a large blood trail that could be followed- but why? To scare the other residents? To threaten everyone that this wasn't over?

...

Was he falling asleep? ...well, it wasn't like he could be saved at this point. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the inevitable and return his attention to the crime scene.]