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by Aarkon on Thu Oct 06, 2005 1:53 am
Aarkon sat there as the Medical Unit; two of them, which had brought him to Binta’s tent treated some more of his wounds. Aarkon’s eye shifted around boredly, he wish he could actually feel the pain, at least it told him that he was alive, and not dead… He was feeling like he was dead, seeing on the lack of talking in the room. Aarkon’s body flinched involuntarily as a small bit of his skin being removed, then replaced by a large goo-like solution which soon took a firm; yet flexible hold. The solution was so that new skin could grow faster; using the nutrients of the solution, and safer, with no infections or scarring. The material would dissolve the more his skin grew. They must really want him alive, not many people used such high-quality medication on a prisoner.
Aarkon’s eyes moved to the front of the tent. He needed to get out of here, whatever this chick wanted him for couldn’t be in his best interest. That settled it, he would escape. Aarkon swallowed hard, holding it, his neck puffing up. He then let his eye roll back in it’s socket as he made his body shake violently, saliva forming in his mouth over his tongue and began to foam out of his mouth. The doctors reacted quickly; seemingly they had quite good training. Aarkon had made it look like he went into shock from the pain; though he could not feel it, his body still felt its full weight. Eyes of the tent all looked at Aarkon, but the Doctors decided it would be safer, and better, for them to take him to the Medical Tent that was set up. With a loud yell they called for a guard to help them push the stretcher as they worked on solving Aarkon’s condition the best they could; or at least keeping him alive until they reached the tent.
The guard left the tent as the two doctors, joined by three others moved in. Aarkon stopped shaking. They all looked at him; one having a shot in his hand, inches from giving it to him. His eye rolled back out and Aarkon sat up, spitting the foam out to the side. With a quick movement of his hands he grabbed the Doctor with the needle’s hand, shoving it into his neck and expelling the contents into him, while at the same time throwing the closest doctor into the farthest; the impact rendering them unconscious. One doctor ran for the exit while the other moved for a weapon; a bone saw, only to have it taken, ending up with a very broken hand and wrist. Aarkon tossed the bone saw, having it slice into the back of the running doctor’s head; killing him and making him fall, only inches from the exit. The cries of pain from the doctor was heard by the guard outside.
“Everything a’right in there?”
“Yeah, he woke up, could you help us restrain the patient, his pain seems to be making him rather difficult to work on.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
The Guard walked in just in time for Aarkon to shove his palm into his nose, sending the thick cartilage straight into his brain, killing him instantly. Aarkon caught the body and drug him inside, laying him on his back so he didn’t bleed on his uniform any more than he already was. Aarkon walked over to the doctor, still crying over his broken hand, and snapped his neck, scowling at the body. He hated those who cried over pain. Aarkon stepped over a gurgling doctor, the one whom had the needle stuck into his neck. He was crawling towards the exit, but Aarkon ignored him. Aarkon soon undressed the guard, and replaced his clothing with the items taken. Aarkon dressed the guard with his own clothing and placed him on the table. He drug the doctor near the door towards the back, then killed the crawling one, removing the needle. After setting them up, Aarkon walked to the exit and shot a tank within the Tent, causing it to erupt.
Aarkon jogged away from the burning tent, slowing down when he was far enough from the scene. He made it seem like there was a freak medical accident, and they were all burnt alive… Along with him. Aarkon ducked around tents from rushing guards before getting to the forest. He walked through it whistling a lovely melody, one haunting, yet up-beat.
Meanwhile, Devlin and Aislin were walking towards the tent when the guard rushed back to them, shaking his head, ”Sorry, there’s been a change in plan. You must return to your vehicle and leave at once.” Aislin went to say something when she caught Devlin’s eye, which caused her to merely pout. The two were escorted back out; during their walk they heard yells and saw smoke. Another attack? Devlin placed his arm around Aislin, looking back at the rising smoke, wondering just how lucky they had been. Aislin and Devlin got in their jeep, the driver making a comment on the timing, and about his no refund policy.
The jeep began to pull off when Aislin heard something. A familiar tune, the one her mother sung to her at night to keep her calm when she had a nightmare. It was coming from the forest. Aislin’s eyes quickly scanned the forest when she saw the glimpse of a man walking… His face covered in bandages. Instead of yelling stop Aislin quickly lept from the speeding Jeep, coming to a roll on the dirt road and into the ditch beside it. Devlin had jumped soon after her, the jeep coming to a stop after he removed himself from it. Aislin slowly stood and rushed towards the man, jumping in his way.
Aarkon’s eye set on the female in front of him; standing with her arms stretched outwards, blocking his path. He smiled, his tune stopping, and slid his hands into the pocket of the stolen pants.
“Can I help you?”
“You… You’re Aarkon!!” Aarkon took a step back, sneering some. Devlin came up behind Aislin, his eyes as wide as Aarkon’s. From the look of the big man, they were bounty hunters. She lured the men in, and he took them out. Aarkon loosened himself back up and slumped his shoulders.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about, I’m an A.N. Guard, patrolling the forest. What are YOU doing here? This is off limits right now.”
“SHUT UP!” Tears began to swell up in Aislin’s eyes as she looked at Aarkon, ”… Just… Shut up…” She moved forward and embraced Aarkon. For a moment, he hesitated but then slowly wrapped his arms around her. For some reason, it felt right. Aarkon gave a confused to Devlin who only nodded. Devlin explained the whole story, and told him to come to Ireland with them. Aarkon couldn’t refuse a free ride from a place he had just caught on fire. Beside, they wouldn’t know he was gone for another hour or two, and would never guess he was with these people. With that, Aarkon road the next hour with Aislin asleep in his lap, having cried so much she tired herself out. Devlin carried her on the shuttle, and Aarkon followed; and with that, they headed back to Ireland.
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