Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20191217143122

Realizing just how absolutely fucked they were, she wanted to scream, to curse Diaboli's name, warn Dust to leave her and run. Jett was afraid of course, but she forced back panic, the old cowboy was buying them time with his speech, and she needed to think....

Schemes and planning were her sister's forte. But she wasnt a complete idiot when it came to analysing a threat either. Her own value as a hostage was too high, Diaboli wouldnt kill her. On the other hand he had every reason to kill Dust right here, and she had zero doubt he could do it.

Surrendering herself was the best move, or stalling the duo as best as her battered body would allow. The key was for Dust to get away from there safely. She hoped once they had here diaboli wouldnt give chase, he could escape, call for help; or if she was wrong, well.... only one of them had to die here.

"Draw"

Wait, no its too fast!

She glanced at Dust in confusion, pulling at his legs, begging with her eyes to tell him what her words couldnt. ''Run. ''

He didnt even look at her, steely eyes locked dead ahead. Jett didnt need to look, she imagined the enemy wore the same hardened look.

No....

NO!!!

BOOM!

A dull thud in the dirt, then she really did scream, scrambling to his side. The last flickers of his aura melted away like smoke, wet redness bloomed out from a spot in the front of his shirt.

She didnt know what to do, her medical kit was destroyedd long ago in the floating facility. Desperate, she tried tearing off her own bandages and pressing them to the wound, but the redness soaked her hands, and it didnt seem to help.

Frantically, she looked around, telling herself that someone must have heard the gunshots. It couldnt end like this. Any moment now the police, Lustra, ANYONE would be right around the corner. Help was coming. Right? RIGHT?!

Her eyes darted over to Diaboli, hoping to see the monster on the ground too, dead or dying painfully like a dog, he deserved no less. To her dismay, he was still standing, smoking gun in his hands. The moster had barely moved, if the bullet had hit him at all he did a great job not showing it.

Dammit, why Dust, why not him?!

Footsteps crunched on the ground behind her, and metallic hand clasped over her shoulder. Jett hissed and swiped at it, glaring at the robot with pure, vile hate in her eyes. Stay away!!

Trago met her eyes, but his own expression showed only slight amusement. He let go for a brief moment, then the first kick caught her in the belly, drawing out a pained scream.

Again. Again. Spiked boots slammed into her vulnerable body, making her gasp breathlessly. Fresh wounds tore open again, her ears were ringing from pain and shock. The assault continued until she lay stunned, hurting badly and no longer able to resist. Trago shuffled a few paces to the side, drew back and snapped a final blow into the side of her skull.

And then everything went dark.

Everything hurt, she couldnt move. Was she alive or dead? How long had it been. It was all pain and darkness, a hazy void in her head.

The world was like an old memory then, brief flashes of consciousness before she sank back into the void. A sticky feeling of blood on her skin. Strong arms lifting her limp body, carrying her away. A cold metal floor, faint humming like a large engine.... some kind of vehicle?

A harsh light pierced through her vision... it was morning, the sun finally above the horizon. It made her feel a deep mourning, wondering where they would take her? Would she be able to see that light again....

Though it was probably for the best, enough people had died because of her already. Whatever happened to her now, Jett hoped nobody would come after her.