Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-25924729-20160325092729

Each time he raised the revolver at himself, Lyko prayed to every god that listened that it would go off and blast this fucker to a painful hell. Each time if failed and turned on Estelle instead, he stiffened and trashed in his chains, screaming and sobbing for her, then at each click of an empty barrel, he would gasp and droop in releif, before the process repeated.

Mentally, he counted each bullet, calculating their chances of survival. If anything, just to remain conscious and sane, but also filling himself with despair a the numbers dwindled. Then the last bullet rolled into it's chamber, and he locked eyes with Estelle.

Be tough, i'll be right behind ya... he seemed to say. She understood, and prepared herself. He couldn't watch, and closed his eyes...

BOOM!

Something cracked inside him, like a part of his soul died along with her. He recalled the past year they'd spent together, all the denial and teasing, pretending he wasn't into her when in truth, seeing her smile every day was his drug. She's gone... and he never even got the chance to tell her how he really felt-

''BOOM! BOOM! ''

Then he fell, landing on his arm with another surge of pain. His eyes snapped open, and he was looking up, at the painfully bright ceiling lights, chunks of beef and...

"Whaa...." her face, streaked with tears of terror and releif, struggling to pull him out the door. That radiant face was all that mattered now. She made it... a releived smile painted his lips as he finally succumbed to blood loss and passed out.

The moment Estelle stepped out the door, a dozen hasty clicks and rustles sounded as automatic weapons trained on her, weilded by men in a bizarre fusion of servant uniforms and combat armour. With some hasty explanations, and emptying themselves of weapons, she managed to halt their fire, and explain the situation with the purple eyed psychopath inside.

Their leader, an aged butler with TWO bazookas (he really took Asper's advice last time to heart) had them sent to a nearby ambulance, where on site surgeons pulled Lyko in and began grimly working on his wound. She heard snatches of a conversation "....clavicle, femur, all gone... may need replacements.... pass the scalpel....."

Unable to bear it, she turned away and focused on the butler again, now talking to a young girl in a blue jacket. "Missztress, give ze order and ve will attack!" he sounded creepily eager.

She didn't reply, focused instead on a paper note and a hard drive attached to a scroll held in trembling hands. Estelle vaguely recognised it as one of her confiscated belongings, and wondered what could be so triggering for her?

Her expression was unreadable, simply too many emotions mixed into one. The letter alone brought tears to her eyes, and when she put on some earplugs for the hardrive message, she seemed to space out. One hand covered her mouth, stifling releived sobs. The other gripped a slender pen firmly by her side.

FInally she spoke. "He's still in there, i can talk to him, alone." To the butler "If i don't come out with Asper in ten minutes, then you may enter."

"You can't! You don't know what he's capable of! He'll kill you" Estelle screamed before she could stop herself.

The girl shot her a look, red eyes burning with resolve. "No he won't." she answered simply, before carefully storing the hard drive and latter in her jacket, unlocking the door and stepping into the dark, frigid room.