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arboreal_priestess) wrote2019-03-02 04:16 pm
arboreal_priestess) wrote2019-03-02 04:16 pm
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Verity was falling falling falling through the blinding white of Sarah's eyes. There was nothing but the white all around her; for a moment there had been a splash of purple and some warmth but even that was eclipsed by the white.
She fell and fell and fell some more...only to fall back out again as Dominic shoved her away, grabbing the gun from her hand in the same motion (didn't Liam already have my gun? Something's wrong, and I can't tell what it is anymore...). Sarah was on the floor, clear fluid leaking from a hole at the center of her forehead, and Margaret was somehow free, her own gun aimed at Dominic's chest. "Traitor!" she shouted, and fired.
For some reason, Uncle Mike was gone. Just gone. Nothing moved to stop Margaret when she pulled the trigger. Something -someone - should have stopped her. Instead, Dominic staggered back, making a sharp barking noise as the bullet slammed through his collarbone. Then he raised Verity's gun and fired three times, aiming for Margaret, who ducked easily out of the way. One bullet went into Liam's head, a crimson flower blossoming in his forehead. Verity tried to scream but couldn't. The other two went into Istas. Verity knew from past experience that two bullets weren't going to do much but slow her down.
Slowing her down was more than enough. The force of the bullets knocked her backward and allowed Robert to break free. He spun around, pulling a knife from his belt, and drove it into her throat. Istas keened like a wounded animal, and fell. And all this before Verity could hit the floor, like she was falling in slow motion.
She landed hard, her head bouncing off the wood before she managed to catch herself. She raised her head, squinting, in time to see Margaret shoot Dominic again. This time, her aim was better, befitting a Healy girl: she grouped her shots at the center of his chest, three holes appearing in the fabric of his shirt. He looked surprised. Then he fell, too.
(This is wrong, this is wrong, we don't lose like this, this is wrong...)
Verity tried to scream, but the air wasn't there. Margaret smiled as she turned toward her cousin, raised her gun, and pulled the trigger again.
And then there was nothing at all.
[And so begins the last day! Content warning for death of PCs and NPCs.`Adapted from Seanan McGuire's Midnight, Blue-Light Special. NFB, NFI]
She fell and fell and fell some more...only to fall back out again as Dominic shoved her away, grabbing the gun from her hand in the same motion (didn't Liam already have my gun? Something's wrong, and I can't tell what it is anymore...). Sarah was on the floor, clear fluid leaking from a hole at the center of her forehead, and Margaret was somehow free, her own gun aimed at Dominic's chest. "Traitor!" she shouted, and fired.
For some reason, Uncle Mike was gone. Just gone. Nothing moved to stop Margaret when she pulled the trigger. Something -someone - should have stopped her. Instead, Dominic staggered back, making a sharp barking noise as the bullet slammed through his collarbone. Then he raised Verity's gun and fired three times, aiming for Margaret, who ducked easily out of the way. One bullet went into Liam's head, a crimson flower blossoming in his forehead. Verity tried to scream but couldn't. The other two went into Istas. Verity knew from past experience that two bullets weren't going to do much but slow her down.
Slowing her down was more than enough. The force of the bullets knocked her backward and allowed Robert to break free. He spun around, pulling a knife from his belt, and drove it into her throat. Istas keened like a wounded animal, and fell. And all this before Verity could hit the floor, like she was falling in slow motion.
She landed hard, her head bouncing off the wood before she managed to catch herself. She raised her head, squinting, in time to see Margaret shoot Dominic again. This time, her aim was better, befitting a Healy girl: she grouped her shots at the center of his chest, three holes appearing in the fabric of his shirt. He looked surprised. Then he fell, too.
(This is wrong, this is wrong, we don't lose like this, this is wrong...)
Verity tried to scream, but the air wasn't there. Margaret smiled as she turned toward her cousin, raised her gun, and pulled the trigger again.
And then there was nothing at all.
[And so begins the last day! Content warning for death of PCs and NPCs.`Adapted from Seanan McGuire's Midnight, Blue-Light Special. NFB, NFI]