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

[p3rfect_kill3r]

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[11_sies]

[The Doctor hated the smell of blood- despite that- it was all too familiar when it nearly knocked him off his feet on his way to the kitchen or to go find Amy- Instead, he follows the blood trail to the body- he crinkled up his nose at the fingers but pressed on- he'd seen a lot worse and this wouldn't stop him.

He moves over to Shiki and pulls out the Sonic screw driver to pan it over his body. Nasty injuries. Fatal. Injuries.]

Are you still alive?

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Another one? The spineless bastard who had done this to him could have left him somewhere where he wouldn't be a public spectacle. He felt like he was on display. Which he was essentially. The killer had just left him to say that shit was going to go down sooner or later, this is what you can expect. He knew how creeps like that worked. Most of them Line addicts.

He groans - well, as best as possible at that point. That sort of anti-social, I want my privacy in my last moments. Get evidence and whatever else you want when I'm well and truly gone. He had realised long ago he was beyond saving.]

--hgg..

[11_sies]

Don't try to speak- speaking is probably painful- Hell, Breathing is probably painful at the moment.

[he pans the screwdriver over some of the blood trail] You've lost quite a bit... [it was always amazing how much blood the human body could hold.]

I can put you in a hypnotic state if you want, you so you won't feel it.

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[He'd numb the pain for him? That was.. probably the kindest gesture he'd had so far. Though he had no reason to. None of them did to show any form of care for him. Weakly he nods, wincing as he does. Holmes had at least removed the katana when he'd briefly visited and denied him euthanasia.]

mm..

[my_own_friend]

[Well. Blood. That's disturbing. Emma follows the trail, taking care not to let it stain her white clothes. She senses someone at the end, the victim, most likely. And her suspicions are soon confirmed.]

Oh my God.

[She crouches down to Shiki's side, her voice level and cool despite the carnage.]

Who did this to you?

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Wincing he recognises that voice, the arrogant telepath. But right now who she is is the least of his issues. Whilst the Doctor had relieved him of any pain, he still knew he would slip away soon. Without it though, he was capable of shaking his head, as hard as it was.

He hadn't seen him directly, only heard him a moment too late with the needle with that drug in it. His hair was dark, messy, and for some reason he vaguely recalled that he was barefoot, wearing baggy jeans.. it was hazy, the drug had him out of it for the most.

But dear lord he was beginning to feel tired.. Her telepathy at this point could be of use..]

'I don't know who it was. They drugged me in the gym-- but.. you'd know that if you were hearing this.'

[my_own_friend]

[Indeed, as memories of the killer flash through his mind, Emma picks them up. It describes no one she's met in her time here, but perhaps someone else will know.]

I don't think there's much I can do for you. You're bleeding out. I could get a doctor here, or...I can put you someplace else, if you'd like.

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[He winces, breathing was becoming difficult, the blood was slowly seeping into his lungs, but he wasn't drowning. Yet. He knew it was inevitable.]

'Don't.. bother with a doctor. It's too late for me. Just move me out of the middle of the room. I'd rather not be a spectacle.'

[Keeping his thoughts coherent enough to think was difficult, especially as mentally he kept linking that bastard with the Premier and what had happened that day. Hopefully Emma would just ignore it. Even if the flickers of memories were getting slightly more vivid.]

bah, 3rd attempt, orz (tl;dr HOSHIT!)

[agentmisora]

[The overpowering stench is what alerts her first

XD it's all gooood~

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Hearing an unfamiliar voice stirs him from his rest. The hypnotism the doctor placed him under seems to be wearing off, if that was even possible, or the Author simply wanted him to suffer. Holmes' jacket had kept him warmish at least.

He coughs and winces, a tired nod. He knew the end was coming soon, his head swimming with after thoughts, regrets, musings, almost drunken philosophies.. meaningless either way. His throat hurts, unable to speak loudly if at all.]

..save.. your pity--

['You can't change what has happened.' Who was this woman? What business did she have here? Just another detective type? The Author really seemed to enjoy messing with their heads. Perhaps the killer had done this out of getting revenge for Holmes, or he was making it look that way. Just something, anything to inspire fear.]

Re: XD it's all gooood~

[agentmisora]

[She's shocked he can even speak in this state, but Naomi shrugs off his comment as though she hadn't heard a thing. Now is not the time for small talk. There's a life on the line.]

A doctor, there must be a doctor around here! [She starts searching through her blackberry, now wishing that she hadn't been so anti-social these past few days.]

He had left you here for public display on purpose. [The disgust in her voice is evident.] This is all just a sick game to him. [But L is no longer here. What purpose could this possibly serve?]

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Shiki growls, narrowing his eyes. It was too /late/ for a doctor. He was beyond saving. He needed euthanising if he wasn't going to die by himself. But he wouldn't give that sort of power over him to just anyone. Misora wouldn't be the one.
He'd been left there for display purposes? Like that hadn't been obvious. He'd worked with people like B before, fought against them, killed them. All psychopathic drug addicts.]

Don't bother.. I know. -- it's too late for that...when I return.. I'll get my revenge..

[finalarbiter]

[Iron has a distinct smell, and it's one that makes Light wrinkle his nose in distaste. But this is wrong. This is neither the smell of a harmless oxidation reaction, nor are they anywhere near scrap metal junk yard. The air is saturated with heavy metal, and instantly Light knows that something is very amiss. Having excluded the harmless explanations, there's only one left to him now, and he drops his gaze to the floor. Blood. Blood everywhere. Light follows the spatter, reminiscent of a gruesome Hansel and Gretel breadcrumb trail, as he finds splotch after splotch and beyond that, what looks like flesh colored worms, too still to be alive and....his eyes widen, becoming almost comically round, as the cognitive dissonance sets in when he sees the bloodied nail beds

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[There's a sudden exhale, forced and harsh. Another one? He growls, treading that borderline of alive or dead precariously. His eyes shot open, fixated on the squeamish boy in front of him.]

--Leave me be--

[It was beyond sounding human at this point. A feral hiss that almost had two tones from the wet echo. He shook, not out of cold, but the adrenaline still desperately trying to pound it's way through his body. His teeth were gritted and bared, blood seeping through them from where he'd coughed up so much from his lungs. A nightmarish image.]