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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 13:21:39 GMT -8
"Of course," she said with a small smirk. Maybe her parents were with Stoick. There was only one way to find out.
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Post by Skips on Sept 8, 2013 13:25:23 GMT -8
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 13:35:53 GMT -8
Vim made his way through the ashes and debris to find Stoick and a group of leaders standing around a charred table. "The wounded need to be evacuated." Vim overheard, "We'll take them to Berk to heal them up."
"My men will not be going to Berk." Challenged one of the chiefs. "We'll take them to their home to-" "They'll die on the way over." Cut off Stoick. "Berk is closest."
Stoick turned around and saw them approaching. His scowl disappeared. "Vim! It worked!" He clapped Vim on the back and he felt dizzy. "Er, sorry." He said, holding Vim up. "Nice to see you're okay, Boethiah." He said, nodding at her.
He turned back to Vim. "I know how you're feeling. You feel guilty about to people who were hurt by your plan." Vim looked down. He saw Rock, his hunting buddy from a childhood long stolen, gazing lifelessly at the sky. "But you did the right thing. Many more would have died if we hadn't collapsed the tunnels. You wiped out the entire legion... Save a few." He motioned to a group of Legionnaires with broken legs tied to a post. "They got out, but rocks fell on them. We plan on figuring out why they attacked in the first place."
Vim looked away. He suddenly saw a sight that made his blood run cold. He held Boethiah's shoulder. "Your parents..." He pointed. Her mother was crouched over her father a little ways away. Her father.... his legs weren't supposed to bend that way.
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Post by oldrockgod on Sept 8, 2013 13:36:21 GMT -8
((Metal looked at Skips and lowered the knife so it rested on his chest, "that's not- fair" Metal muttered between chocked tears "i have lost everything important dear to me 3 times over, those men died because of me" metal started to feel the exhaustion hit him and his limbs went limp "many ..... Many people want me dead " his words were wheeze ans was struggling to stay awake "im better off dead ... But you? .... You have a life to lead I ... Have nothing left, let me pass on" Metal was on the verge of sleep when he softly spoke "You can't die ... Because ... Because ... I love you" he then passed out on the floor and the knife slipped from his hands, his pulse steady
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Post by Tempest on Sept 8, 2013 13:38:47 GMT -8
Annabethe sat by her sister, silently hoping that the antidote was working. Allyssa didn't show any sign of getting better though.
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 13:45:34 GMT -8
He gripped Boethiah's hand tightly. It was all his fault. Her dad would be crippled for life because of him... How could he even face her? So he didn't. He refused to meet her eyes and his legs slowly started moving towards his in-laws.
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Post by Skips on Sept 8, 2013 13:56:16 GMT -8
Time froze for Skips as Metal breathed the last three words of his sentence. Her heart would have soared but it was being weighed down by the truth that Metal so desired to die, that his heart was so broken, that she didn't know what could help him. She swore in that moment that she would do anything and everything to fix the person she loved or die trying. Skips screamed through her sobs when Metal passed out. She put a hand to his chest and almost passed out herself when she felt the steady pulse of a heartbeat and warm, slow breath on her arm.
They had to get back to the outpost... She sat back and breathed in a pattern, calming herself, watching the rise and fall of Metal's chest to remind herself that he was still there. She kicked his knife out of the way and stood up determinedly. Her exhaustion had returned but she pushed it down and tried to drag him by his arms. She soon found that she wasn't strong enough and sobbed again. Why was she so useless?
She forced herself to turn away from the body on the floor and she screamed with her hoarse voice, long and loud, pouring every ounce of energy she had into the hope that someone would hear. She ran out of breath and black spots danced before her eyes before she too crumpled into the snow and ash beneath her.
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 13:57:55 GMT -8
((Gtg to dinner, Be back later))
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 14:08:22 GMT -8
Boethiah looked up and saw her parents and was about to fall over. And she struggled her way out of Vim's grip and ran over to her father, tears coming down in surges. No. This couldn't be happening. Once over, she knelt beside her mother and started shaking her dad. "Dad...Dad. Please dad. Just tell me you're okay. Come on. Say you're alright. Come on! Dad please!" Boethiah was in hysterics. She was scared and nervous and hoped that this was the dream instead of the one she woke up from.
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Post by oldrockgod on Sept 8, 2013 14:24:16 GMT -8
((just like ny Char I'm out guys night))
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Post by Skips on Sept 8, 2013 14:37:53 GMT -8
((Me too. Night everyone!))
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 15:18:40 GMT -8
Vim wached helplessly as his wife cried over her father's crippled body. He made his way over. "I'm so sorry." He croaked.
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Post by Boethiah on Sept 8, 2013 15:48:40 GMT -8
Boethiah didn't want to move. Even at Vim's words, she didn't want to move. She was paralyzed herself. She was ready to hurt or even peace anyone who hurt her father. Even if he was a bit nosey at times, she loved him more than anything.
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Post by Vim on Sept 8, 2013 15:51:56 GMT -8
He knelt down and suddenly her dad's reached up and grabbed Vim by the collar. Vim tried to jump back in terror until he saw his face. He wasn't angry. "Don't blame yourself." He said slowly. "You... did the right thing. You kept my daughter alive." Vim clasped his hand that was on his collar. "Now i'm going to keep you alive." He said shakily.
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Post by Tempest on Sept 8, 2013 15:52:00 GMT -8
(I have to go. School tomorrow. Night!)
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