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Left Behind
RoSe AU
Warning: death mention, minor gore
RoSe AU
Warning: death mention, minor gore
It's said that when a person dies, if you're watching, you can see the life leave their bodies, more surely than checking for a pulse.
Elizabeth could only stare as, in the chaos of the small room, her agents fought for survival while a madman furiously worked at his side of the escape coordinating. The Councilman herself gripped Jerry's neck, holding shut a wound that she prayed wouldn't kill him.
"It's ready." Sin's voice cut through the chaos.
"Ain' everyun 'ere yet!" Poppy shouted.
The man grunted quietly, more thoughtful than acknowledging.
"Who's missing?" Bril demanded.
Rare's answer came quickly. "Bio."
A brief pause from the man, and Elizabeth began to look around. She saw the others sparing a brief glance around as well before her own eyes spotted the distant woman struggling to escape the grip of two Tritine employees. "Down the hall at our nine!" Elizabeth called, and faithful Falren turned and shot. The employees went down, and Falren returned to defending the main door.
The former empress stumbled, then yanked herself free of the dead men's hands before she began to jog, then run, then sprint.
As she grew closer, Elizabeth could make out her expression. Grim, desperate. She didn't think she'd make it in time, but she'd try.
"Sin, slow it down!" Elizabeth ordered as she turned her head to look at him.
His eyes were on Bio as he answered the Councilman. "I can't."
"What..." Elizabeth turned to look at Bio, and just as the brunette entered the room, the Councilman's vision blurred.
Two realities overlapped. Bio tripped right in front of her. The woman's pince-nez skittered forward. She lifted her head and reached forward. Her eyes dimmed and her body sagged, but remained in its position. Her head faced Sinclair, her arm hung in the air, as though interrupted while reaching forward, and her opposite hand rested on the floor, ready to use to push herself up.
Bio stared forward as she faded from view, replaced by an empty spot in a new locale, where stone walls dominated their surroundings.
They'd made their escape, but someone was missing. It was inevitable when running headlong into trouble with a large group chosen randomly by fate, but the expression on Bio's face...
It looked like when someone lost their mate.
It looked like that woman just died while remaining alive.
Elizabeth cursed quietly as her throat tightened and her hands began to shake. She couldn't help but try to imagine what was going through Bio's mind in that awful moment, and it left her feeling ill, so much that she didn't realize Dianne and Bril finished tending to Vinnie and pried Elizabeth's hands from Jerry and began to work at the bloody gash along his neck.
"Good news is it missed anything immediately vital," Dianne muttered, bringing Elizabeth to the present, "But if you hadn't kept pressure, he'd have bled out."
"He'll be alright, then...?"
"I believe so."
One spot of good news, at least...
Elizabeth nodded, then stood and forced her mask into place. It was time to be a leader—the others were going to be in chaos for a few minutes more, she felt sure.
Rare clung tight to Sin. Poppy gripped Elli's arm far too tight. Everyone seemed shaken now that they very suddenly weren't fighting for their lives.
"Sin." She looked toward him.
After a few moments of what she assumed was stewing in his own head, he turned his head toward her as she picked up the slightly-scratched eyepiece and inspected it so Sin could see it was present. When she looked back at him, his eyes were locked onto the lenses.
"Let's get some sort of shelter so we can lick our wounds before we get back to insanity," she decided aloud. If he knew of one, now was the time to say so. If not, she'd use her pause to wait for an answer as a few moments' thought and start giving orders.
In the mean time, she offered Bio's eyepiece to Sin.
A memento. Elizabeth wasn't sure if they'd rescue the woman or not, or if they could rescue her from such mind-erasing grief.
Elizabeth could only stare as, in the chaos of the small room, her agents fought for survival while a madman furiously worked at his side of the escape coordinating. The Councilman herself gripped Jerry's neck, holding shut a wound that she prayed wouldn't kill him.
"It's ready." Sin's voice cut through the chaos.
"Ain' everyun 'ere yet!" Poppy shouted.
The man grunted quietly, more thoughtful than acknowledging.
"Who's missing?" Bril demanded.
Rare's answer came quickly. "Bio."
A brief pause from the man, and Elizabeth began to look around. She saw the others sparing a brief glance around as well before her own eyes spotted the distant woman struggling to escape the grip of two Tritine employees. "Down the hall at our nine!" Elizabeth called, and faithful Falren turned and shot. The employees went down, and Falren returned to defending the main door.
The former empress stumbled, then yanked herself free of the dead men's hands before she began to jog, then run, then sprint.
As she grew closer, Elizabeth could make out her expression. Grim, desperate. She didn't think she'd make it in time, but she'd try.
"Sin, slow it down!" Elizabeth ordered as she turned her head to look at him.
His eyes were on Bio as he answered the Councilman. "I can't."
"What..." Elizabeth turned to look at Bio, and just as the brunette entered the room, the Councilman's vision blurred.
Two realities overlapped. Bio tripped right in front of her. The woman's pince-nez skittered forward. She lifted her head and reached forward. Her eyes dimmed and her body sagged, but remained in its position. Her head faced Sinclair, her arm hung in the air, as though interrupted while reaching forward, and her opposite hand rested on the floor, ready to use to push herself up.
Bio stared forward as she faded from view, replaced by an empty spot in a new locale, where stone walls dominated their surroundings.
They'd made their escape, but someone was missing. It was inevitable when running headlong into trouble with a large group chosen randomly by fate, but the expression on Bio's face...
It looked like when someone lost their mate.
It looked like that woman just died while remaining alive.
Elizabeth cursed quietly as her throat tightened and her hands began to shake. She couldn't help but try to imagine what was going through Bio's mind in that awful moment, and it left her feeling ill, so much that she didn't realize Dianne and Bril finished tending to Vinnie and pried Elizabeth's hands from Jerry and began to work at the bloody gash along his neck.
"Good news is it missed anything immediately vital," Dianne muttered, bringing Elizabeth to the present, "But if you hadn't kept pressure, he'd have bled out."
"He'll be alright, then...?"
"I believe so."
One spot of good news, at least...
Elizabeth nodded, then stood and forced her mask into place. It was time to be a leader—the others were going to be in chaos for a few minutes more, she felt sure.
Rare clung tight to Sin. Poppy gripped Elli's arm far too tight. Everyone seemed shaken now that they very suddenly weren't fighting for their lives.
"Sin." She looked toward him.
After a few moments of what she assumed was stewing in his own head, he turned his head toward her as she picked up the slightly-scratched eyepiece and inspected it so Sin could see it was present. When she looked back at him, his eyes were locked onto the lenses.
"Let's get some sort of shelter so we can lick our wounds before we get back to insanity," she decided aloud. If he knew of one, now was the time to say so. If not, she'd use her pause to wait for an answer as a few moments' thought and start giving orders.
In the mean time, she offered Bio's eyepiece to Sin.
A memento. Elizabeth wasn't sure if they'd rescue the woman or not, or if they could rescue her from such mind-erasing grief.