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by X-Striker on Sat Aug 13, 2011 2:30 am
"I don't want her to see this...but this is personal." Leon spoke in a low tone, shaking away Antony's grasp and aimed his gun once more at the man's head. Being a pain in the ass for him was one thing, but threatening those he cared about was another. His intent to kill was ever more present now as he slowly applied pressure to the trigger.
"It's over, Leon. He then heard Myrtle say. Feeling her grab onto his leg and rest her head against it, he slowly shifted his gaze away from his target, slightly looking at her. She didn't want him to deliver the final blow at any cost and seeing her begging him like this forced an internal battle within him. His own pride, or her own well-being. He wasn't sure what it was going to be....
"No man can survive those wounds. It's-" She tried to speak again, but suddenly stopped, a slight moan of pain escaping from her breath. What Leon saw next threw him over the edge. The Obliterator had stuck a spare blade right into Myrtle's side. No...Myrtle...WHY!? Inside he was screaming. He promised to not let any harm come to her and he failed her...His psyche broke that instant.
"Foolish American, if I can not get when I need from the girl, then no one can." The Obliterator spoke with his dying breath, mocking Leon for the last time. Hearing this, Leon immediately shifted his gaze back to the mercenary. His blood red eyes steeled with the intent to kill. Revenge was all that called out to him in this instant. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" He yelled in fury, opening fire upon the Obliterator. The bullets flew at an incredible velocity, quickly reducing the Russian to little more than torn flesh and blood. His head was now splattered across the floor, any remains of him flowing freely from it, as the young agent unloaded the entire clip at him. Within seconds, the slide on the USP ejected the last shell, signaling to Leon that he was out of ammunition. Still lost in his rage, he continued to dry shoot it blindly, not knowing that he had ended his foe already.
What finally snapped him out was when he felt Myrtle lean limply against him. Coming back to his senses, he dropped his firearm to the ground and knelt down, catching Myrtle in his arms in a false attempt to ease her. "No, this can't be happening." He panted, doing his best to assess the wound dealt to her. The blade was small, but it was sharp enough to cause some serious damage. To the look of it, pierced her just below her rib-cage. "Stay with me Myrtle, just hang in there!" Why did this happen to her of all people. She didn't do anything wrong! All she wanted to do was to help people, to help consolidate the worlds of the Alphas and the humans. She was willing to understand things none others would and for that she should suffer through this!? He couldn't help but feel that this was his fault...if only...she didn't know of his existence...maybe then this fate that befell her could have been avoided.
"Leon, you need to calm down." Shirley's voice suddenly sounded through his earphone. "Calm down!? How the fuck do you think-" Leon was in the middle of a crazed rant when Shirley interrupted him, "You can still save her, but you'll need to keep a clear mind and work with me, so calm the fuck down Gideon!" Shirley yelled at him, immediately earning his silence.
She's right...I need to think straight...and if I can save her, I'll go to any lengths. He thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he gazed back down at her wound and replied to Shirley. "Okay Brennan..."
"Great Leon, do you still have your first aid supplies with you? You'll need to first remove the blade from her wound. After that, apply some styptic to it in order to prevent farther bleeding, disinfectant in order to sterilize it, and then bandage it up. Do you understand/" Shirley said to him. Leon shuffled around in his pack at his waist, looking for the supplies that she asked for. Sure enough, he had some left. He left his painkillers with Lilike though unfortunately, so he'll need to find some other way to ease her pain... "Yeah...I'll try." He said to her, proceeding to recover her.
Lifting his right hand, he placed it against her side where the blade lay. "This might hurt...just hang in there for me." He whispered to her lightly. Closing his eyes, he made sure to grasp onto the blade tightly enough, and then removed it from her as painlessly as possible, though with his medical skill that was probably a low chance. Once the blade left the wound, her own life blood began to spill slowly. As quickly as he could, he placed a hand against her wound in order to prevent her blood from spilling too much. He then applied the styptic and disinfectant to her wound once he was sure he was able to prevent most of her blood from flowing.
Taking the bandages out now, he lifted her shirt up as much as he could, being careful not to go too far, and began to wrap it around her wound. You promised me Leon! The old memory came back to him as he was patching up her wound, reminding him of a crucial time in his life when he failed. Why do you lie to me like this? It hurts...it really hurts...
Maybe...she was right... Leon thought to himself, tightening the bandage around Myrtle's wound, then lightly allowing her shirt to fall over it. I can't...do anything. He softly sighed to himself, as he rested one hand against her recently patched wound, and his other arm wrapped around her. "I'm sorry Myrtle...I'm sorry I couldn't keep the promise I made to you..."
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