The Perfect Soldier

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

(Warning, post contains allusions to gore, decapitation, disembowelment. Scroll past/ignore if you're squeamish :'|)


[Null sits against the wall, staring over to the corpse of a_lost_number. The other version of himself lays in a heap on the floor; fresh blood oozing out of the large cut through his stomach. The other boy's entrails spill out of the laceration, intestines and bodily residue litter the ground beside him -- along with his head.]

[The boy draws his knees up to his chest, his machete laying next to him -- coated in the blood of his duplicate. He can't stop staring at that beheaded corpse -- his own beheaded corpse, laying in front of him like this. No man can meet the Perfect Soldier in battle and survive -- not even the Perfect Soldier.]

[Clutching his head tightly, he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his teeth. The pounding just won't stop -- his head feels like it's trying to split apart. He finds his body trembling, unable to regain control over his senses.]

[...This is where he gets back into his coffin, right? Everything can just go away again? He'll get back into the tank if it will make his head stop hurting -- anything to make this pounding stop.]

(A little backdated but, this is the aftermath of this thread Warning: gore, decapitation, disembowelment. Open to everyone, especially anyone involved with that other thread.)

Comments

1/??? (Not even sure I should throw her in here so have this copout)

[elisula.livejournal.com]

....

[Elisa looks to Null.]

2/?

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[And then she looks to Null's corpse.]

3/?

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[Then to the floor...]

4/?

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[Then to... the back of her skull? Oh, her eyes are rolling back.]

[comsicboobs.livejournal.com]

[Fury is jogging through the hallways, she doesn't really do much else anymore. Not that there really is much else to do... That's when she spots the boy covered in blood. She stopped in her tracks, and looked the scene over. She didn't know what to think, especially since the dead person looks just like the blood covered boy.

She also noticed the boy was in a lot of distress...

She could figure out what happened later.

She quickly walked over, and after taking the machete out of reach, knelt down and put a hand on the kid's shoulder.]

Kid, are you alright?

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[Normally, Null would bristle from the touch and scramble to retrieve his machete -- but this time, he's largely unresponsive. He manages to shake his head, digging his fingers hard into his own scalp.]

He is dead.

[comsicboobs.livejournal.com]

I can see that.

[She gripped his shoulder a bit tighter, not to the point that it would hurt though, the turned him around.]

I asked if you were alright.

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[He gives his shoulder a bit of a shake, trying to get her to let go. A small spurt of blood gushes upwards from the laceration below his collarbone.]

...Yes.

[tiny-foxalive.livejournal.com]

[Sunny doesn't know how to deal with this. This building has made her see a ton of things, but this... This was just icing on the cake.

Taking a few small steps backwards, her hand unconsciously covers her mouth. She feels sick, and angry. She doesn't understand why she's mad, she's just tired of all the killing.]

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[Null lifts his head slowly, eyes moving over to where Sunny stands. He doesn't really grasp what's wrong; she looks... Upset? His head still hurts too much to try and identity emotions.]

[tiny-foxalive.livejournal.com]

What d-d-did you d-do!?

[She stammers, and it sounds worse than before. Sunny didn't even know the person, or seem in the least bit confused when they looked alike. What she did know, or assumed to know was that to kill a person you must have some kind of sordid motive.]

[survivalshades.livejournal.com]

[Miller catches sight of the girl's fall and rushes forward, dropping to his knees.]

Miss? [He grabs her shoulders, shaking her lightly.]

[No response. He looks up from her to see the corpse and winces, appalled. It's been a while since he's seen a death this gruesome.
His eyes locate the living Null through the carnage.]

What happened here?

[Miller knows he's in a bad situation.. but he can't let this elevate into anything worse.]

[elisula.livejournal.com]

[Remains K.O'ed]

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[Head still pounding, he idly glances up to see Miller holding Elisa's body.]

...Put her down.

[survivalshades.livejournal.com]

And let her lie on the floor unconscious?

[He frowns, glaring at the boy. He's obviously distraught -- as much as he'd like to know what transpired here, the odds are against him. Asking questions will get him nowhere for now.]

No, I don't think so. I'm not allowing her to remain here.

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

[Evil Pain is not, as it may first appear, scouting for places he can boobytrap. No, not at all. That is not what that large duffel bag is for at all.]

[But when he finds a boy and his disemboweled double, all nonexistant sabotage is out of his head in an instant. Body, boy, curled up--someone is on the verge of a breakdown.]

[He can't help but smile. It's like when he commited his first real kill, except better--he still has yet to finish off his own double. He should help with the kid. The boy would make a good ally, anyway. Time to put his skills as the evil Cobra medic to good use~

And now to approach the kid. The best way to approach a soldier in shock, he's found, is to take things from a neutral standpoint.

He wipes off the smile and turns businesslike.]

Medic here. What can I do?

[Really good thing he takes his first aid kit everywhere, he thinks. And he can patch himself up if the kid goes for the machete.

...Probably.]

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[Indeed Null does go for his machete. He does not grip it though, his fingers just rest against the handle. Perhaps it provides him a sense of comfort in a strange way. His head rests on his knees, warily looking up at Evil!Pain.]

...You are not my doctor.

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

Indeed. But I am a field doctor, and it is my job to take care of any injured people I find. Furthermore, you appear to be bleeding heavily. If you do not get care for your injuries now, you may die and be unable to find your doctor. Three days of death would cure your wounds, but you would be missing and I do not know if your unit would be able to find you.

[He shows his first aid kit to show he is only carrying it and not any conventional weapons.]

I do not plan to take your doctor's place. I merely wish to make sure there is no need to clean up two bodies today.

[Yes, he talks too much. He's trying to reassure the boy; dead people means possible competition for his unit and trouble for Alek and he means to make sure neither occur. Here, a bedridden opponent could be better than a dead one.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

-What...the Hell?

[He looks at one Frank and looks to the other Frank. One is disemboweled and the other isn't. He could guess with a high rate of accuracy which one is which...but even so, he remains taken aback.]

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[Null slowly raises his aching head -- finally. Big Boss will help him. That's what he said he'd do, right? Back in San Hieronymo? He promised to get him some help...]

...Sir.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Frank? What the Hell??

Why?

[He gestures to the deceased Frank with open palms.]

[ocelovely.livejournal.com]

[Ocelovely steps in some intestine.]

...EW.

[He kicks it away and quickly removes his shoes, tossing them in the nearest trashcan. He proceeds to run away -- he needs some new shoes, stat!]

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[DOESN'T NOTICE OR CARE.]

[a-lost-number.livejournal.com]

[lol dead :D]

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[Good. Stay that way.]

[You're not touching my Big Boss >|]