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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/31/2017 4:53:33 AM
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[b]The bullet was lodged in the helmet, the visor was flickering on and off. Rook quickly got to his feet, stumbling from the gunshot. Rook's voice was now deeper and flickered with static, almost like a robot. However it sounded as if Rook was arguing his counterpart. [/b]
"Bring it you -blam!-er!...I'll rip your eyes out you..."
[u][i]"Silence, you shall never see the face of the earth again."[/i][/u]
[b]Rook scrambled to pick up his shotgun. Barley able to aim.[/b]
[u][i]"Well now, I'm sorry to you on the other side, for Rook is gone. And you are next."[/i][/u]
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"Heh we'll see." [b]Watcher reached over his shoulder, pulling a rifle over it. A sniper. Fifty cal, armor piercing rounds. Shit. He pulled the trigger once headed for Rook's chest, and rolled to the side towards his revolver [/b]
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[b]Rook ducked down, but the shot hits his arm. A gaping hole where it hit. His armor shattered. The other Rook screams in pain. As he could only control a mind, but cannot take the pain of a gunshot.[/b] "Shake it off you little bitch..." [b]Rook was fighting himself in his mind. Trying to gain control of his mind.[/b] [u][i]"Don't get your hopes up."[/i][/u] [b]Rook positioned himself, he aimed his shotgun towards Watcher, and pulls the trigger.[/b]
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[b]Watcher rolled to the side, but with such a wide spread a few pellets caught him on his right side. He grunted, firing off two more round from his sniper [/b]
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[b]Rook dove to cover, one of the shots hitting him in the same arm, rendering it useless. He can barely hold the shotgun. [/b] [u][i]"Looks like you were stronger than I expected."[/i][/u] [b]Rook sits behind a simple pile of rubble. He reloads his sidearm, waiting for the right moment to open fire again.[/b]
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[b]Watcher ducked down behind a bench, putting the rifle on top of the thing that you know I'm talking about but can't name, like the top of the bench He aimed his sniper towards Rook's position and threw a rock some feet away to make it seem like he was moving [/b]
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[b]Rook stays behind cover. He tries to peek out of cover, but he can't see clearly because of his helmet. He blind-fires a few shots, all missing. Rook stays silent. Neither mind is arguing. Ion still silent. However, other voices coming from Rook's position can be heard. [/b] [b][i]"Rook! Left side, watch...[/i][/b] [b]Gunfire can be heard, the voice is cut off. A memory of Rook's, one of his friends being shot and killed. It was his counterpart trying to control Rook through fear.[/b] [b]Suddenly Rook jumps from his position. He quickly spots Watcher, he starts firing multiple bullets.[/b]
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[b]The bench provided good cover, most of the bullets being stopped because it was stone Watch fired off three shots, before a bull caught him in the shoulder and he Knelt down [/b]
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[b]Rook finally gains control of his mind. But it is too late.[/b] "Guess who's back motherf..." [b]He is struck three tines and falls to the ground. The first shot was stopped by his armor. The other two strike him in the lower chest area. Rook lay on the ground. Motinless. Ion was able to talk again[/b] [i]Vital signs are bad. Chances of survival at 4.33%. [/i]
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[b]He got to his feet, walking to where Rook fell][/b] "Should he even survive? He seems dangerous."
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[i]I don't know. On one hand, he has control of mind. On the other, this is the closest he will get to losing his mind. There is no tine to help, he'll bleed out before anything would help. I honestly didn't think he would snap. If he survives by some large miracle, he won't be the same. It's up to you, you can end his life, or just walk away. But I can't do anything about it.[/i]
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[b]The mag dropped to the ground, empty. Watcher slammed in a new mag, taking aim at Rook's head. [/b] "Is it absolutely necessary?"
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[i]That's up for you to decide. If you think Rook should be ensured death, go ahead. If you don't, well, you can just walk away.[/i] [spoiler]The choice is yours. I don't care what the outcome is. But you can choose whatever.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Is there any possible way of helping him?? [/spoiler] [b]Watcher placed his finger on the trigger, pulling only slightly so it didn't fire quite yet [/b]
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[spoiler]If you want to. Go ahead.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]...[/spoiler] [b]Watcher pulled the trigger and the Bullet flew towards Rook's head [/b]
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[spoiler]Oh, I meant that if you wanted to try and help Rook you could try. But whatever.[/spoiler] [b]Rook barley moved. The light from his shattered helmet still flickered, but Rook layed dead. [/b]
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[spoiler]GODDAMMIT [/spoiler] [b]He fired a second round, then a third to insure that the man was dead [/b]
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[b]The blue light flickered, and shit off. Rook was dead. [/b] [i]Goodbye, friend.[/i] [b]Just then a computer chip popped out of the helmet, the words 'Ion, test 34' written. A note also popped out reading simple words. 'To whoever finds this, keep Ion safe, the only friend I would know for the rest of my life -Rook'[/b]
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[b]Watcher knelt down, picking out the chip carefully [/b] "Damn..." [b]He entered into a slot on his wrist where there was a data pad.[/b] "Is this Ion?"
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[b]Ion starts talking again.[/b] [i]Yeah, this is Ion.[/i]
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"I'm sorry about Rook. Truly."
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[i]In all honesty, that's the only thing he wanted. He just didn't have the strength to do it.[/i]
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"IT'S still a shame to see such a... Potential to to waste."
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[i]Well whos fault is it for not getting medical help? I'm sorry you monumental IDIOT but last time I checked you shot him three times![/i]
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"What? You never know. What if he became a zombie? We had zombies attack the dojo once."
