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Post by alexandriaalice on Aug 17, 2012 21:51:46 GMT -5
Alex looked over at him. "That's what friends are for." She gave a slight smile, but it vanished when her brain caught on to how much his voice tremored. She drove down the streets of Gotham, her eyes peeled for the warehouse. Finally she spotted it and turned into the lot. She switched off the car.
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Post by John Blake on Aug 17, 2012 22:26:22 GMT -5
He nodded slightly, looking out the window to hide the tear rolling down his face... As she pulled into the warehouse, he had opened his door and stepped from the car, as it was still moving. His legs were pulled from under him as he fell to the ground. He hit hard, sparks flying from the knee and shoulder braces as the asphalt split the left side of his face open as anything would hurt him, he was so weak... It tore up the left side of his body, shredding his shirt and his pants, but he managed to crawl to his feet...
He limped to the building, not hesitating to throw open the door, calling Amelia's name. His eyes took a moment to adjust, leaving him vulnerable to all attacks.... |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 17, 2012 22:40:27 GMT -5
She slid from unconsciousness. She heard his voice, distant, calling out her voice. Then she heard the attack, they were going after him. She heard his body hit the ground as he was shoved down beside her. "John..." her voice was just a breath of air. Her bloodied hand groped for his. Finally she found it and threaded her fingers into his.
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Post by John Blake on Aug 17, 2012 23:09:34 GMT -5
It happened so fast. The attack came from three sides, a fist slammed into his gut, causing him to bent forward, a knee was brought up into his face. They let him fall forward them, spitting up blood. One shot the brace in his shoulder, crippling it and sending screaming pain through him. The bullet passed through the brace, and into his shoulder. He cried out in pain then, despite himself, as a foot was slammed to the side of his head.
He was dragged bleeding into another room, his legs dragging along the ground, the knee brace throwing sparks. Another shot rang out and it collided with his pelvis, sliding in between his pelvis and his hip. He yelped in sharp pain as he was slammed down beside Amelia. "Amelia?" He choked out around a mouthful of blood, his voice still dead, only the pain bringing life into it... His fingers fumbled for hers and when he found her hand, he took it, and wouldn't let go. A steel toed boot was slammed down on his knee, denting the brace, causing him to groan in agony.... [/color] |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 17, 2012 23:20:24 GMT -5
Amelia swallowed, bile rose in her throat. She murmured, "You shouldn't have come." When the boot smashed into him she yelped, "Leave him alone!" A gun was pointed at him as she was kicked, causing her to yelp slightly, and that just earned her a whip right across the neck, the whip digging into the slash. She whimpered and as the safety of the gun was clicked off she jerked to the side and upwards, blocking John from the bullet. It slammed into her, right beneath her collar bone. She fell back, her hand slamming against the concrete. Her teeth clenched and an agonizing groan slipped her lips. Her hand grabbed his shirt, gripping it tightly as the pain engulfed her. The red crater spilled out blood and she coughed as it rose in her throat. She spat the scarlet liquid at the ground.
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Post by John Blake on Aug 17, 2012 23:35:29 GMT -5
He gasped as she took the bullet for him. "Amelia!" He wrapped his arms around her, wincing in agony, pressing on hand to the wound on her collar bone. Her blood dripped down between his fingers. Concern flashed though his dead eyes, only to be replaced with rage as he saw her condition.
He looked from Amelia to the man, Liam, and in a low menacing growl said, "You sick bastard. Torturing this woman. Well...Take me as a new torture doll and let her go. I'm realitivly fresh, and I'll make your fun last longer." He glared at the man, his pained eyes locking on his. He hadn't said how he loved Amelia, and that it was part of a scheme to leave this world, but no one needed to know that... But it was obvious by his reaction to Amelia that he loved her...and who knows...that could make the game more fun... [/color] |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 17, 2012 23:44:12 GMT -5
"John!! No!!" yelped Amelia, her words mingling with a yelp of pain. Liam smirked, "I think I'll just kill her and watch your world crash down on you," He pointed his gun at Amelia and clicked off the safety. She was gritting her teeth against the agony, peeling her fingers from his shirt to grasp his hand, the one pressing against her wound. She gently brought it away not wanting him to get hit. She sucked in a painful breath as the bang shattered through the air. She screamed out in pain despite herself as it slammed into her stomach, ripping through a welt, blood spilling down her front. He pointed at her chest and the safety clicked off. He was about to shoot again when he pushed to the ground. "Hurry!! Get out of here!!" shouted Alexi, eyes wild with fear.
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Post by John Blake on Aug 17, 2012 23:51:42 GMT -5
He had tried to stand when the man said he would shoot Amelia. He had also tried to move in the way, but his slowed body wasn't fast enough. He cried out her name, and when the second shot had been about to be fired, he had managed to move himself over her chest, blocking her with his own chest, knowing the shot would kill him.
But that sot never came...
Alexi told them to get out, and somehow, he managed to stand, taking Amelia in his arms and crawling from the warehouse.... |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 17, 2012 23:56:57 GMT -5
Amelia vaguely felt herself lifted, but she was in too much agony to care. She whimpered in pain, numb to anything but the pain. Blood soaked her front from the two bullet wounds, the stab wound to her shoulder that had opened, the stab to her side and the slash at the base of her neck and not to mention the many welts that covered her body, slashes through her shirt, leaving it slightly in shreds. Alexi ran after John and helped him out the door, opening the back to his cruiser while she ran to the driver's after shutting the door when he was in.
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Post by John Blake on Aug 18, 2012 0:08:53 GMT -5
He held Amelia close to him as he was in the car. He kept his arms around her, grabbing the seatbelt and pulled it around her, clicking it in next to him. "Amelia?" He whispered, praying she wasn't dead. He felt a tear slide from his eye, stinging the left side of his face as it burned through the lassarated skin.
He told Alexi to drive to the hospital, and quickly as he brushed the hair from Amelia's face with trembling fingers. [/color] |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 18, 2012 0:15:35 GMT -5
After a lot of difficulty she stuttered out his name. A trembling hand pressing to his shoulder, not caring that all her wounds were bleeding horribly. Alexi drove down the streets of Gotham, flipping on the sirens. She drove as fast as she could without endangering them. Amelia tried to open her eyes but they were swollen shut. She pressed harder against his shoulder, her muscles clenching, causing more scarlet liquid to spill from her stomach and collar bone. She was loosing focus and she could feel her body slowly shutting down...
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Post by John Blake on Aug 18, 2012 0:23:06 GMT -5
He pressed his hands to her two major wounds, pressing hard on her stomach, and hard on her collar bone. "Don't leave me." [/i] He muttered, over and over. He was panicking, he couldn't lose her, not now not ever. He had winced in pain as she had pressed her hand to his shattered shoulder, well not shattered. But it wasn't in tacked either...[/center][/color] |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Aug 18, 2012 0:30:46 GMT -5
She whispered out three very simple words...simple words if they weren't combined...together however they were the hardest words to say. Her head fell back and her trembling hand slipped from his shoulder falling into her lap, gently brushing the hand that pressed to her stomach. Alexi stepped on the gas, going as fast as she could. The tires screeched as she turned into the hospital. She got out and ran to help John.
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Post by John Blake on Aug 18, 2012 0:36:00 GMT -5
Joy would have filled him at her words, but it did not, not as her hand slipped from his shoulder. He shouted her name, not waiting for Alexi as they pulled into the hospital. He freed himself from the car, beginning to run as fast as he could, which considering his condition, was fast.
Once inside, his appearance had scared several people. One of the nurses recognized him, and waved them in. They got Amelia onto a stretcher and began to wheel her away. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders, but he was still afraid. But he didn't have long to be afraid...he took one step and feel in a heap on the floor, not moving... [/color] |
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Post by alexandriaalice on Aug 18, 2012 0:40:35 GMT -5
Alexi scrambled out of the car and ran after him. "John!" she cried when he fell into a heap on the floor. She ran to his side, falling to her knees. "Dammit! Some get me a damn stretcher over here!" she shouted, panic in her voice. Nurses rushed over getting John on one and rushing him away. Alexi was left to sit in the waiting room and start the article. It was the only thing to keep her mind off him and Amelia. Over the last few days Gotham has been quiet, until Commissioner James Gordon was attacked and robbed. She started... |
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