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2/21/2016 6:29:22 AM
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[i]No[/i] [b]He picks you up and the lights in the room start to dim[/b]
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[b]his eyebrows furrow, concerned for one of his few genuine friends [/b] "I-I'm hopeless at this p-point, j-just go!"
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[b]Dreath looks down at him and smiles under his helmet. In a flash of black they're in the back of a dark storage room[/b]
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"W-where are we? What are you d-doing..."
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[i]Saving my friend[/i]
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"W.... Why? All I do is... Nevermi..." [b]he shakes violently [/b]
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[b]He sets him down on a box[/b] [i]I'm not losing another[/i]
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[b]the pitiful creature vomits and continues to shake violently until he slows, along with his breathing[/b]
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[b]He searches the crates for a few minutes and finds some medical supplies then checks his vitals[/b]
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[b]due to his non-human species, he has three hearts, one is entirely missing, the other is dead, and the other is barely working. He is breathing slow and shallow as well as his one kidney is failing[/b] "How hopeless am I..."
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[i]We can get you fixed up buddy[/i]
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"No, dreath... I'm sorry... I've..." [b]his heart stops momentarily before jumping back to life[/b] "I've failed you..." [b]he continues this vicious cycle with his heart, in excruciating pain[/b]
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Edited by Poisoned Argon: 2/21/2016 3:51:49 PM[i]NO! NOOO![/i] [b]he rips of his mask which reveals a pale tear stained face his eyes are hazel and he has blonde hair[/b]
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"I... I never did see... Your face..." [b]he smiles, peculiar, given the situation at hand. Many guards burst into the room, one of which grabs him by the neck and slams him into a wall.[/b]
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[i]STOP IT HE'S DYING[/i] [b]He writes to the guards[/b]
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"I'm sorry dreath..." [b]the guard hits him again with the baton and throws him out of a door. He turns to dreath[/b] [u]"why are you in the possession of a registered war criminal..."[/u]
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[i]HE'S NOT A WAR CRIMINAL[/i]
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[b]wheatley lay on the floor, bleeding. His eyes glazed over and too weak to actually move them. He simply stares as the guard angrily walks toward dreath[/b] [u]"this man has broken more than 36 conventions in the battle of Crux alone, imagine what he had done before! What he would have done afterward! This man deserves far worse than death, but death is the only thing I can deliver"[/u] "It's... True..." [b]wheatley gasps for air as his lungs begin to fail him[/b]
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[i]NO, it can't be[/i]
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[u]"if you don't believe me, take it from him."[/u] [b]as he speaks he lifts Wheatley by the neck and slowly starts to strangle him.[/b] "ITS TRUE!" [b]he screams and struggles against his hand before the guard laughs and throws him at another[/b] "[u]get em to the infirmary, I want to be there for his execution[/u]"
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[b]He falls to his knees and stays silent[/b]
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"DREATH!" [b]the guard drags him off down a hall toward an infirmary [/b]
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[b]You see his red light flickering before he dissapears[/b]
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"NO! LET ME GO YOU BASTARDS!" [u]"you'll see him soon enough..:"[/u] "GOD DAMN IT, DREATH ANSWER ME!"
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