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Flowers Hurt; Time is a treason || Private
Topic Started: Jan 19 2017, 01:20 AM (1,368 Views)
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Back in the asylum once again.

((Isabel Ramirez continued from Megalomania))

The intensive care wards were gloomy, and dim. Only some of the pale moonlight making its way through the thick windows dotted around the hallways.

The day had been uneventful travel between areas, not a single soul encountered along the way, presumably because nobody wanted to come near her. Lily stayed close, but didn't say nearly anything at all throughout the entire day. Only paltry single or double word answers to her various questions and attempts to break the ice. She thought that maybe Lily would eventually open up, given that she agreed to the whole plan in the first place and actually stuck around when she could have easily run away. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, and Isabel was left feeling even more isolated than she felt before.

Eventually, the infrequent showers of the day ruined the bandages she had wrapped around her face, and even though she no longer needed them, she decided that the two of them needed to seek shelter.

So here they were, haunting the festering hallways of the asylum once again. They came to a corner, around which would eventually lead to the place where she had killed Conrad. Returning to the scene of the crime, as it were.

Scanning the hallway around the corner for threats, Isabel gave an all clear signal to Lily before advancing further down the hallway, glancing in room after room that they passed, making sure that nobody could potentially get the drop on them.

Then, a sound came from one of the rooms further ahead. Something hitting the floor. In a normal hospital, a sound like that wouldn't be heard over the sounds of chattering and the clacking of keyboards, but in the dead hallways of the asylum, a sound like that was all too deafening.

Approaching the doorway that the sound had come out of, Isabel signaled for Lily to stop and wait before readying her sword. More competition to eliminate. Preferably quickly, and quietly. No need to draw things out, just dispose of them and move along. The door handle turned slowly, before Isabel creaked the door open and came face to face with the last person she wanted to see again.

Asha.

An awkward silence and stunned glances were shared between the two of them, before Isabel quickly shut the door behind her and pressed her back up against it.

"Shit."
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"No it's just... a friend that I'm not happy to see-"

Isabel jarred away from the door as the sound of knocking echoed through the halls. She sighed, and realized that there was not going to be any easy way out of all this. She turned to Lily, motioning for her to get closer, before whispering a little bit away from her. "Open the door and then stay behind it. There's no way this isn't going to get violent, but I'm going to try and talk her down anyway. Hide and you should be safe."

She didn't want to kill Asha, not really. Even though their last meeting ending with threats being exchanged, deep down she still considered Asha a friend. The only reason she threatened her like she did was because she was angry, and she wanted to scare Asha away so she didn't have to think about her anymore. It was hard to legitimately throw away that many years of time spent together after ballet recitals over just one disagreement. Even if Isabel didn't really care about how Asha felt about the whole situation, she was still more valuable to Isabel as an ally than a corpse.

Still... Asha didn't know all of that. All she knew is that Isabel threatened to kill her before leaving. Why would she knock on the door, as if trying to goad Isabel into opening it again? Certainly Asha didn't want to have a fight on her hands. Unless...

Danny.

Right, the announcements didn't describe what really happened. That he tried to take one of her weapons, threatened her life, forced her to act when she would have much rather kept him alive. Of course Asha doesn't know what actually happened. She probably thought that Isabel wanted to kill him rather than being forced to. That's why she was knocking.

But maybe she was still willing to talk things out. Asha wasn't the type to just run in guns blazing. Isabel was certain that she would try to talk to her, at least a little bit, so long as Isabel herself didn't immediately go for the violent option. Maybe they would be able to resolve this without the need for violence.They could just go their separate ways and leave all this behind them,

Part of Isabel knew that wasn't going to be the case as Lily opened the door.
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Figures.

Asha always did cut right to the chase. "I thought you would ask that," Isabel began, choosing her words as carefully as she could manage. "Believe it or not, it was self defense. Maybe you won't believe me when I say that, but it's true."

Isabel looked at the faintly lit ground before turning her head back up towards Asha. "Originally I wanted to group up with him, strength in numbers and all that, sorta like how I wanted to group up with you." Isabel could not hide the disdain in her voice during the last bits of that sentence. "Then, for some reason, he decided I was too dangerous to keep around... despite knowing each other for years..." Legitimate hurt was evident in her voice. "...Despite knowing each other for years, he tried to grab my halberd away from me. And then in a panic, I stabbed him. He died."

"That enough of an explanation for you?" Isabel grumbled. "Part of me doesn't expect you to believe me no matter what I say."
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Isabel stood, awkwardly, almost in complete disbelief.

"You..." Isabel began. "...Alright."

Isabel signaled to Lily to come out from behind the door. "We're going, Lily."

She started moving back down the hallway, Lily keeping near the wall a few feet behind. She was glad that was over so quickly and easily. She didn't want another fight on her hands, especially not after the disastrous fight with Kimiko the day before. The last thing she needed was to get a taser used on her by a former friend. Now it was time to just get to some place safe and hole up for the night.

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Suddenly, Isabel felt something hit her back, before pain erupted throughout her entire body. She hit the ground with a thud, the sickle and her sword clattering against the ground noisily, the halberd and her bag jostled into an odd and uncomfortable position. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, her heart racing, adrenaline flooding her system. Isabel screamed in agony. She could barely think, unable to muster up any coherent thought except for one.

Asha had betrayed her again.
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A moment of clarity.

The searing pain stopped after what felt like an eternity, only to be replaced by aching muscles and a weight on Isabel's back. It was almost certainly Asha, trying to... wrestle her? Get the final blow? She didn't know, all she did know is that she had an annoyance to eliminate.

Isabel forced herself upwards with all the might of her arms and legs, relieving the weight on her back. Scrambling to her feet, Isabel's bag and halberd fell to the floor next to her as she made sense of the situation she had been thrown into. Lily was cowering. Someone else was shouting Asha's name. Her sword was too far away to immediately reach. The halberd was too entangled with her bag to use. The sickle was sitting next to Asha.

Most importantly, Asha was still on the ground, trying to get up.

Isabel ran over and kicked Asha full force in the side of her head, returning her to her prone position.

"I was just going to leave, you know. You didn't have to do this." Isabel reached down and took hold of a handful of Asha's hair, yanking the girl up and backward. "Honestly, I never even thought I would see you again. I didn't want to kill you, I just wanted to keep you away."

She slammed Asha's head into the hallway wall. "Deep down, even after our last meeting, I still thought you were a friend."

Isabel reached down and grabbed the handle of the sickle with an iron grip, full of rage, her hand still pressing Asha's face to the wall. "...But I guess we never really were friends, huh?"

She readied the sickle for the finishing blow, Asha's face contorted in pain. "Now you're just another mistake that I have to correct."
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Before Isabel had even realized what had happened, she had been shoved back and a knife had once again sliced into her face.

Hissing and screaming as she stumbled backwards, away from Asha, Isabel clutched her face with her free hand. The pain was even more intense than when Kimiko had cut into her. The blade wasn't as sharp, it had done more damage. Thankfully over a smaller area-

Movement called Isabel's focus as she realized that there was another person in the hallway with them, before she reflexively leaned backwards as a projectile whizzed through the air just in front of her face.

For the first time since she got on the island, Isabel was legitimately scared for her life. There wasn't going to be a way out of this. She didn't want to be here anymore. This wasn't fun anymore.

Proper focus returned. It was time to fight. Adrenaline flowed through her veins. Two targets in front of her. One with a knife, one with a crossbow. She needed to live, they had to die. Lily wasn't going to help. She was alone in this.

Asha was about to stab her.

Her hand went up, caught Asha's wrist, the knife was kept at bay. What felt like eternity was spent keeping that knife held there, too focused to attack back.

Pain erupted in her left forearm. Cold blade met tender flesh around her collar bone. She screamed.

Then she struck, teeth clenched, catching flesh and tearing fabric.
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A moment to breathe.

Isabel's attack had caused Asha to disengage, she had a chance to think for a moment, even through the searing pain present in most of her body.

Another crossbow bolt embedded in her flesh would almost certainly let Asha kill her. She needed to make sure she didn't get hit again.

Shuffling sideways, blood dripping down her face and body, Isabel strafed around Asha as she mirrored Isabel's own movements. Breathing heavily from the pain, the exhaustion, the adrenaline, Isabel had put her target in between herself and her ranged attacker. She had the edge now, all she had to do-

Isabel as squealed in pain as Asha cut into her right breast with a well timed swipe.

She retaliated shortly after, and her sickle got another taste of Asha's blood.
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Another wild swing caught Isabel in the arm as another crossbow bolt whizzed past her head.

Isabel's mind raced at a million miles a minute, trying to make sense of what was even happening, trying to comprehend the agonizing pain enveloping her whole body.

This was not working. She had been trying her best to be defensive, avoid as much damage as she could, but playing defensively was just resulting in a back and forth exchange of attacks. If things continued the way they were going, they would both die, or that boy would get a lucky shot and end Isabel's life right here and now. She had to stop reacting and just act on her own. Asha didn't seem to really care if she died, so long as she took Isabel with her. Isabel had to be just as reckless, she had to go for the kill.

Asha had to die, no matter what it took.

Abandoning all sense of reason and caution, Isabel charged at the prone girl, her sickle arm ready to make Asha hurt. Asha's arm extended itself towards her in response, and she felt the cold steel of Asha's blade scrape her left bottommost rib.

A scream of rage and agony escaped from Isabel's lips as her arm moved forward, undeterred, carrying the wicked hook end of the sickle towards Asha's exposed throat, her attempted responsive stab having left her wide open.

The arcing blade connected, making a sickening gooey noise as it sunk itself into Asha's flesh and caught itself in her larynx. A fatal wound for just about anyone, but that wasn't enough. Asha didn't deserve to just bleed out and get a chance for closure. She needed to suffer.

She needed to die NOW.

Another scream emanated from Isabel's throat as she grabbed the sickle with her other hand, the fire in her arm quenched just long enough to force the blade the rest of the way through Asha's neck, torn and mutilated chunks of her throat falling to the ground below as bundles of tendons and sinew clung to the blade.

It was over.
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Isabel yelped as as a bolt slammed into the ground a few feet away from her, cracking the tiled ground and sending particles of dust and plaster into the air.

That little message being sent made it obvious that she needed to get out of here. Lily had run into one of the rooms just a few moments before, Isabel might be able to get in there and start properly treating her injuries. Scrambling to grab her things and make it through the door before the boy stopped fondling Asha's dead body and came after her, Isabel scooped up Asha's knife, her own sword, and her bag. Flinging the door open to a scared and cowering Lily, Isabel shut it behind her and fumbled to see if the door locked. She sighed in relief upon seeing that it did, and hearing the familiar clicking noise as she turned the mechanism and sealed them away from the violence that had just occurred completely calmed her frayed nerves.

Her weapons and bag dropped to the floor, save Asha's knife, which she kept clutched in her hand, before Isabel herself slid down to floor level, moaning in pain.

As the adrenaline from the fight left her body, she started to realize just how injured she was. Several lacerations and two different stab wounds, plus a crossbow bolt embedded in her arms, she had no time to rest, she had to treat all of these injuries now before she bled to death or worse.

Gasping and hissing in agony, Isabel shuffled herself over to a desk and sat down on it, noting that Lily had decided to hide in a medical office, before barking at the still visibly shaken girl to grab the medical supplies out of her bag as she sized up her injuries.
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"Thanks..." Isabel said, through pain-induced gritted teeth. "I really... appreciate it... Legit."

Talking was difficult with the amount of pain and especially the crushing amount of fear that Isabel felt. This was the first time she had gotten seriously injured. She wasn't sure if her first aid was up to snuff, or if she would get a serious infection from all of her wounds. The last thing she wanted to do was die slowly from blood loss, or worse die painfully from septic shock.

Isabel moved her shaking left arm over to Lily, before cutting away her sweater's sleeve near the wound and breaking the shaft off of the bolt head embedded in her arm. "Just... leave the thing in there. Hopefully it'll get better in... in the meantime."

Placing an alcohol pad over the puncture wound and hissing in pain, Isabel stammered out orders to Lily. "T-take some... of the bandages fr-from my second... second medical kit on y-your side, then apply constant... pressure to tha-at wound for the n-next... ten minutes, p-please..."

Hastily moving some medical tape, additional alcohol pads, and bandages out of her medical kit with her free arm onto the desk next to her, Isabel sized up her injuries. The stab wounds near her ribs and her collar bone were the ones that had the highest priority, as they were hemorrhaging the most blood. Lily was handling the bolt wound, and the regular old lacerations could wait.

Medical tape to help hold the flesh together. Alcohol pads to sterilize. Bandages to pressure and staunch blood flow. So simple in theory, so much more difficult in practice, especially when trying to do it all with only one arm. She needed to get a tight wrap on each wound to hopefully staunch blood flow enough for her to properly pressure each of them before she bled to death.

After a moment of struggling, Isabel pulled her sweater off of her right arm and her torso, the shirt still awkwardly hanging off of her occupied left arm.

Isabel slowly taped, sterilized, and staunched the stab wound around her ribs, doing her best to remain calm in spite of the pain and all of her blood she saw dripping down her body. Her shoulder wound followed suit as she clumsily continued to put pressure on what had almost been a stomach wound. ignoring the cuts elsewhere to the best of her ability.

Time passed as the two sat and tried to stop the bleeding, silence only being broken by the sounds of Asha's allies mourning just outside the room. Worrying about a corpse wasn't going to get them anywhere, and Isabel felt nothing but contempt for them and their asinine behavior that had gotten all of them into this mess.

Eventually, Isabel counted out ten minutes and, after verifying that the bandaged wounds were no longer bleeding, ordered Lily to start pressuring her hastily bandaged collar bone.

Isabel treated and wrapped her arm and face wound, before cutting away her sweat stained and bloody bra and wrapping her chest up as she did her best to ignore the lightheadedness that was slowly getting worse.

Another ten minutes were counted out, and Isabel sighed in relief when she saw that she was no longer bleeding noticeably anywhere on her body.

"T-th-thanks... L-L-Lily." Isabel stammered out, making no attempt to hide the fact that she was still in a lot of pain and had spots black appearing in her vision. "I'm... s-s-so glad... that this... stupid... sh-shit is... over... k-k-k-kinda..."

And with those final words, Isabel collapsed onto the table, only barely conscious and too weak to force herself up.
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Isabel breathed hard, each breath agonizing, her whole body trembling.

She felt incredibly cold. Her body's reflexive shivering made her trembling even worse. Weakly sitting up, spots appearing in her vision as she did so, she grabbed her tattered, blood soaked sweater and slipped it back on, the metallic stench even more overpowering than the smell from the blood that had dripped off of her and onto the floor and table she was lying on.

Laying herself back down, Isabel wracked her only weakly conscious mind for what else she needed to do. She had lost a lot of blood plasma, making up for that would require food. She looked over at the ground, futilely reaching her hand out to her open duffel bag because she didn't want to sit back up and risk fainting.

Still, she needed to at least eat something, and soon.

Slowly she lowered her legs onto the floor and stood back up, only barely catching herself against the wall after losing her balance, dark spots reappearing and clouding her mind. Grunting from the pain, she reached down and grabbed one of the calorie bars out of her bag, along with some water, before returning to her position on the table and munching on it, sipping from the trembling bottle between bites. The bar tasted foul and dry, but Isabel didn't mind. She had water, she needed the energy if she was going to heal, and the searing pain throughout her body was far more uncomfortable than the taste of the bar.

It wasn't long after she finished the bar and the bottle of water that Isabel lost consciousness.



Isabel's eyes groggily opened to the morning light. She was still alive, if still in utter agony. Lily hadn't tried to kill her while she was vulnerable. Good sign, maybe they could really be partners after all.

Weakly sitting up, spots no longer appearing in her vision, Isabel glanced at Lily, who was rummaging around in her bag for her notepad again. She still wasn't bothering to look at Isabel, keeping her eyes trained downwards as she waited for the announcements.

Okay, maybe there still was some animosity there, for whatever reason.

Isabel eyed the door to the hallway cautiously, as the announcements roared to life. It seemed that Asha's friends hadn't tried to break into the room during the night, despite the fact that Isabel had been incredibly vulnerable. Were they waiting outside, ready to avenge their friend... or had they just left, abandoning their friend's corpse due to the trauma of losing her?

Isabel didn't really know, but she hoped that she wouldn't have yet another fight on her hands.

Lowering her legs to the ground and reaching into her bag again, Isabel grabbed another calorie bar and water bottle, engorging herself as the announcements rolled, her back against the wall.

Another day passed where Isabel didn't win the BKA, figures. She scowled as she stuffed the last bits of her meal into her mouth and downed the last of the water in the bottle. At this point she was almost convinced that the terrorists had it out for her in particular. Maybe they wanted her to fail, despite the fact that she was playing their game exactly how they wanted her to play it.

Rolling her eyes as she closed her bag and collected her assortment of weapons, Isabel hoisted her bag up. Breathing hard just from that basic exertion, Isabel extending a lightly trembling, pain riddled arm in Lily's direction, motioning for the two of them to leave as the announcements stopped.

Opening the door cautiously, Isabel listened intently as she peeked out into the hallway. She heard nothing, she saw nothing, only smelling the stench of Asha's corpse out in the hallway.

Fumbling her bag open again, Isabel popped open one of the bottles of painkillers and downed a few of the pills to the best of her ability, wanting to ease the pain she was in more than anything.

Hissing and grunting with each step, Isabel made her way down the hallway in the direction leading out of the asylum, her shadow quietly following her, and the halberd sitting, forgotten not too far from Asha's body.

((Isabel Ramirez continued in End of the Line))
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