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The Perfect Soldier

(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.)

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I am the perfect soldier.

[He's almost thankful she's eased her grip. Or at least, would likely be thankful if his mind would let him in this state.]

...Return my machete.

A perfect soldier would be willing to let his fellow soldiers help him in his times of need.

[She stood her ground, keeping the machete hidden from view.]

And you're not getting it back until that happens!

[Plus she doesn't know if the kid would attack her once he got it back.]

[He lets out another light growl; largely out of frustration.]

...Return my machete... And I will allow you to tend to my wounds.

[She lets out a growl of her own.]

How do I know that you will not try to harm me, or take off after you've gotten it back?

Because I am the perfect soldier.

[He moves a shaky hand to his opposite side, resting his hand on the Uzi strapped to his belt -- it's been largely out of sight this entire time.]

If I had the desire to kill you, it would be done already.

Alright, alright here.

[She held the machete with the handle out for him.]

[He takes his weapon back and cradles it awkwardly against his chest for a moment, attempting to find where his sheath had gone. He gropes around his thigh, shaking hand and unfocused eyes having a hard time locating it.]

...You may tend to my wounds.

[She watched him, and noticed his shaking.]

We should get you to an infirmary, do you think you can walk on your own?

[Finally managing to locate his sheath, he slips the (still bloody) machete inside -- without stabbing himself, as luck may have it. Using the wall as support, he steadies himself against it -- a spurt of blood gushing from the cut in his leg, where the other Null managed to strike him prior to decapitation.]

[He's unsteady, wobbling even with the wall supporting him.]

...Yes.

[She looked him over once, but let him be. She would walk close to him though, just in case he needed any help.]

There's a infirmary just down this hallway, come one.

[She started to slowly walk towards the room she was talking about.]

[He slowly begins to stagger away from the wall. Each step leaves a new splotch of blood on the floor wherever he steps. He finds himself aching quite a bit now, everything sort of registering all at once. Stabbed above his chest, leg sliced open, head splitting...]

[...and he suddenly slumps to the ground.]

[She made sure to catch him before he could actually hit the ground.]

Geez kid, no need to over do it.

[She cradled him in her arms, and made her way to the infirmary's door. Once inside she gently placed him on a nearby bed.]

Okay, I need to know if you have any other injuries than that one... and that one.

[She pointed the two visible wounds, she was asking because she didn't want to have to strip him down if she had to :|]

[He allows Fury to assist him to the infirmary, having to close his eyes for a few moments to collect himself. Emotions are still muddled; too difficult to understand what he's feeling at the time.]

...Just those two.

My head is throbbing.

[She worked on cleaning him up.]

These are pretty deep, but... I think you lucked out.

[She wasn't a doctor or anything, but she knew just enough to be able to patch the boy up.]

Your head hurts? Here.

[She gave him some aspirin.]

It looks like you got yourself in one doosy of a fight.

[She worked on him, while she tried to figure out how to talk to this kid. It was obvious that he was no ordinary boy. Then gave up, and figured it was just best to be blunt.]

Why did you do it? Did that other boy threaten you?

[Null takes the aspirin and swallows it dry without any effort. He's grown accustomed to taking medication like this. Although under normal circumstances he'd likely not allow her to touch him, he doesn't have much of a choice; allowing her to clean and disinfect the wounds. He'd prefer Elisa or Doctor Clark tending to him... But it seems he doesn't have that option.]

...He was going to harm my commander. I am the perfect soldier; I could not allow it.

I see.

[That struck home there... She too was willing to do anything for her own commander... Her boss. She was starting to miss her unit even more than before.]

But he's only going to come back in a few days, you might want to think of another... less violent way of resolving things with him.

[Well not like she was one to talk. She was sure that if she was in the same situation she'd just toast the person over, and over, and over again.

So she just worked on quietly stitching him up, and bandage him up. Sighing she looked at him, he had the same determined eyes her brother used to have.]

What's your name anyways?

[His speech is slurred but still devoid of tangible emotion. A flat almost robotic tone comes from him. His eyes, though they hold a sharp sense of determination behind them, there's a cold sort of detachment as well.]

No. Everybody dies. No matter how noble a man, no matter how good a soldier... Not even the perfect soldier can escape death's grasp.

...If he returns from the dead, I shall do battle with him again and once more, he will meet his end by my own hand. He cannot always return to this world from what lies in the next.

He will rot in Hell like everyone else.

Such heavy words for one so young.

[She crossed her arms.]

And what if you are the one that is killed? Like you said, everyone dies. Sure you may come back, but that's three days. Three days that your commander is left without his perfect soldier.

[The fact that he was devoid of emotion bothered her, she was so used to her units way of battle... relying on their emotions.]

A lot can happen in just an hour, what about 72 of them? What then?!

[This was ticking her off.]

You keep calling yourself the perfect soldier, so start acting like one! A perfect soldier would think of all the possibilities, all the outcomes. It's not enough to have one plan, you need a back up.

My doctor will tend to my wounds should they overcome me.

She has always been able to aid me when I am injured. From bullet wounds to broken limbs... She will not allow me to succumb to my injuries.

[...Null opts to forget (or maybe it's the blood loss) that Elisa passed out at the sight of his decapitated double.]

Edited 2009-06-17 07:54 (UTC)

Did I stutter? Because I don't recall mentioning anything about being injured!

I said killed! As in dying!

[She scoffed.]

With that one track mind of yours, I'm really starting to wonder if you're really a perfect soldier!

[He narrows his eyes a bit.]

I will not be killed if Elisa is caring for me.

[Finally, a reaction.]

So where was she this time? I don't remember seeing any doctors in the area, or anyone else for that matter.

[She sighed.]

You were lucky that I passed by when I did...

...She would come to me. Eventually.

[He turns his head away, averting his gaze]

She or my commander. They would not abandon me.

[She decides that arguing is pointless. Besides she figured that the kid had gone through enough...]

No they wouldn't.

[She sighs softly.]

You never did tell me your name.

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Forgive crappy tag, giving blood on an empty stomach's a bad idea /o/

That's okay D: