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[CLOSED] Invited by a pure white scenery now-

Jul 21, 2009 02:41

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.

( -I'll go to a world that I still haven't seen. )

≠ apollo justice, ≠ kristoph gavin

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thedevilsmile July 21 2009, 04:53:39 UTC

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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thedevilsmile July 23 2009, 08:05:36 UTC

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 ( ... )

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