~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

[OwlLover]

(( I have three Breyer horses of him! I love Spirit!!! DD Glad to see another Runner!!! ))
"Please... If anyone can hear me, just please... I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was doing... I'm sorry..."

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I had a model of him, but it broke )
Riku got up, from the table, ignoring the pain in his neck. Any time the medics tried to grab him, a pulse of electricity shot through their bodies, not enough to badly hurt them but enough to shock them and buy him enough time to get away. He descended out of the Scorpion, running inside. He could barely see, but he didn't care. Si'ralle, please hold on... I'm coming...

 

[TechnoCat]

(( That's awful! *sadface* ))

She was crying softly, her hands rubbed raw. "I can't make it much longer..."

As Riku was running, he passed a fallen body, shot full of bullets.
There lie the dead technician, Kostos. His first kiss had ended up to be his last.

 

[OwlLover]

(( That's awful! *sadface* ))
She was crying softly, her hands rubbed raw. "I can't make it much longer..."
As Riku was running, he passed a fallen body, shot full of bullets.
There lie the dead technician, Kostos. His first kiss had ended up to be his last.

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"Kostos! Are you alright?!" Riku exclaimed, shaking him. He realized quickly that he was dead, and his eyes widened for a moment. Si'ralle is going to be heartbroken... Kostos' death only fueled Riku's anger more. He ran on, not caring if he was shot or not.

 

[TechnoCat]

A cry of pain erupted from far off, where Riku had shot the bullet.

It was Si'ralle's.

 

[OwlLover]

Riku continued running, tears streaming down his face. You stupid idiot! He thought to himself.

 

[TechnoCat]

"How'd she get out?!" Someone yelled.
"Back off! She has the ceptor!!!" Another voice cried. Voices rose in fear.
"Hold on, hold on!!! She's not gonna be hurting anyone - she got shot."
The voices calmed; a few snickering. "The mighty guard dog, given up just because of a bullet?!"
"I'd like to see you get shot and see how you react!!!" It was very obviously Si'ralle, her voice enraged beyond recognition. There was a scathing rasp to her voice, very clearly of anger.
Silence.
Running.
The slam of a door.
Someone fell to their knees, crying out in pain.
After a moment, it was clear it was Si'ralle.

 

[OwlLover]

"How'd she get out?!" Someone yelled.
"Back off! She has the ceptor!!!" Another voice cried. Voices rose in fear.
"Hold on, hold on!!! She's not gonna be hurting anyone - she got shot."
The voices calmed; a few snickering. "The mighty guard dog, given up just because of a bullet?!"
"I'd like to see you get shot and see how you react!!!" It was very obviously Si'ralle, her voice enraged beyond recognition. There was a scathing rasp to her voice, very clearly of anger.
Silence.
Running.
The slam of a door.
Someone fell to their knees, crying out in pain.
After a moment, it was clear it was Si'ralle.

Because of Riku's poor aiming, it had just ended up in her arm. It wasn't anything fatal, and the bullet wasn't very big.

Riku ran towards where he heard the voices, getting closer and closer. "Lay a finger on her and I'll flay you all." He snarled, his voice echoing off the metal.

 

[TechnoCat]

Silence.
No one was there but Si'ralle, who looked up through tears, too in pain to speak.

 

[OwlLover]

Silence.
No one was there but Si'ralle, who looked up through tears, too in pain to speak.

Riku stared at her for a moment, tears gathering in his eyes. He staggered, the bandage on his neck was beginning to drip from his blood. It was losing its clotting affect, and blood loss was taking its toll on his body again. He dove for Si'ralle, carefully lifting her up and flying out with her, black spots appearing in his vision. "I'm sorry Si'ralle... its all my fault... I'm pathetic." He whispered, almost inaudibly.

 

[TechnoCat]

Riku stared at her for a moment, tears gathering in his eyes. He staggered, the bandage on his neck was beginning to drip from his blood. It was losing its clotting affect, and blood loss was taking its toll on his body again. He dove for Si'ralle, carefully lifting her up and flying out with her, black spots appearing in his vision. "I'm sorry Si'ralle... its all my fault... I'm pathetic." He whispered, almost inaudibly.

Si'ralle was incredibly light - she hadn't eaten. "Not your fault... Not your fault..." She reached into her pocket, and weakly changed out the bandage on his neck. "It is mine. It is all mine." She placed both hands on his shoulders and held him tight, closing her eyes.