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Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving	By : ElliotMacy Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Science Is Not The Best Medicine
“What da fuck is wrong with dis boy?” Lifeline sighed and jumped from the ramp after Caustic. She knew that it wasn’t very smart of him to drop in solo into duos match. She managed to catch up with him by dropping straight down and then floating a bit before landing. Caustic didn’t even bother to look at her as they flew together towards the front of the Bunker. They both landed but she didn’t have time to look for the other dive trails because she was too busy dealing with her teammate’s poor behavior.
Lifeline looted the bins outside of Bunker. She found an RE45, a P2020, a limited amount of ammo, no syringes, no shield cells, level one body armor, a level one helmet, and no weapon attachments. She walked into Bunker and found nothing else to loot because Caustic had looted the entirety of the building. Lifeline asked Caustic for light ammo by pinging it in her inventory. Caustic said nothing to her as he set up his gas traps. She shook her head and walked into one of the side rooms at the top of the stairs. She leaned against the wall with her RE45 out and began the waiting game.
“Yuh want ta leave this place and loot elsewhere Caustic?” He remained quiet as if she wasn't there and he was ignoring her. Lifeline was getting antsy and a bit angry. She didn’t really have the ammo if they got into a long, drawn out battle. Everyone knew where they were anyhow, so it was only a matter of time before one or all of the other teams came rushing in to battle them. It was a stupid move to stay in Bunker without enough ammo to defend themselves.
She carefully watched the feed and listened to the announcer. Two of the squads had been eliminated, which left their squad and one other remaining squad. The ring hadn’t eliminated Bunker from the storm, so they would be having the final fight inside of here after all. She stood up and readied her RE45; she knew the automatic pistol would be her best beat in a battle. “We be lucky ta win this.” She really only had enough ammo to shoot the gun once. She walked out of the side room and into the hallway.
A laugh bellowed from Caustic’s gut as the countdown clock started. The sirens sounded to alert the teams of the incoming storm and the ring closure. As soon as the sirens began, the backside of the Bunker door opened with a grinding noise. One by one Caustic’s traps disappeared with a single shot bullet; never once deploying any nox gas.
Lifeline watched as thermite flew in above them and fell down at their feet. Both Lifeline and Caustic started to sizzle as the flames engulfed their bodies. The fire managed to hit one of Caustic’s traps that was still standing. The trap went off and spread nox gas all over the immediate area. There now was gas and fire filling the narrow hallway.
Lifeline finally got to a place where she was away from the fire just as her body armor cracked and broke. She had nothing to replenish her shields with because she had found nothing during her one and only looting expedition. Her heads-up display (HUD) indicated that Caustic’s health was beginning to rapidly drop from the termite attack after the fire had already ate away at his armor. Just one termite had almost took her teammate down.
There was still gas lingering everywhere as Lifeline pulled out D.O.C. to heal both of them, “Heal up.” D.O.C. just hovered next to them but didn’t heal them at all. Caustic coughed, “Inferior drone.” It was first and only time that Caustic spoke to her. Another thermite came flying in and hit Caustic square in the head, knocking him to the ground and then lighting him on fire shortly afterward.
Caustic didn’t bother to hold out his knockdown shield as the fire ticked down his health at an alarmingly fast speed. Within seconds Caustic was a death box and Lifeline stood there without a teammate and without a working heal drone. She had to think fast before she died in this death trap that Caustic insisted on camping in.
She quickly grabbed Caustic’s banner, burning off some of her health in the process. She could faintly hear footsteps coming from the backside of Bunker. She shot her R45 blindly through the gas and fire. She heard the sound of someone’s body armor cracking, which she hoped gave her enough time to get away and respawn Caustic. She knew that she didn’t have much time to escape Bunker. She had no other choice but to run and try to pull a win out of her ass.
Lifeline ran and jumped down the stairs towards the front of Bunker. The Bunker door opened and out ran Lifeline into a nearby building towards the left of her. The building was empty and in shambles. She didn't spend much time in the building as she ran out of the left side of the building and into the water. She crouched behind a large rock in the water; hoping to hide from the enemy team while she tried to devise a plan to salvage what was left of the match.
She finally got her breathing under control as she tried to bring up the mini map to find the nearest respawn beacon. She quickly assessed her ammo situation to find that she had no ammo left because she had wasted all of it by firing blindly into the back of Bunker. “Stupid move.” Her back was pressed firmly against the rock behind her as she tried to devise a plan to get out of this messed up situation that her partner ultimately got them into.
Her armor was busted and she had nothing to replenish it. Her health was almost gone and there was nothing she could do because D.O.C. was still on cool down mode; so she couldn’t even heal herself. She cursed under her breath as she heard footsteps running towards her in the water. She really thought that she could hide for a moment and make a grand getaway.
She only heard one set of footsteps, clunking through the water in her direction. Since she had no ammo she debated if she could just through her gun at the enemy. The footsteps were fast, mechanical, and very close. Then in no time they were right in front of her. He was now right in front of her. All of the color drained from her face as her back slid down the rock and she sat in the water. Her mouth was dry as she lost her ability to speak. She had finally laid her eyes upon the new Legend that stood before her. “Is this some kind of joke?”
Her chestnut eyes looked at those familiar metal legs with the inscription that she had engraved into his upper left prosthetic so many years ago. She made those legs with her own hands. She spent countless hours of her time to make the perfect set legs for him so that he could run again. Her blood, sweat, and tears went into those legs. She couldn’t pry her eyes from the legs that she had built, because she knew that if she saw his face that she would lose it.
Lifeline didn’t have to move her gaze upward to see his face because he knelt down right in front of her. She watched as he set his R99 down into the water right next to him and pulled the comms device from his head. Round framed goggles covered his eyes and most of his face. The goggles didn’t hide anything from her because she knew what he looked like. She knew exactly what lay beneath those goggles; emerald lies and deceit and endless heartache.
The lower portion of his face was covered with a black mask or some sort of shield; which had sharp, white teeth painted across it. His head was covered with some sort of black cap that covered his hair. She could vividly remember that his hair was soft and jet black in color. He was dressed in a faded green vest that only covered his upper chest. He had a white shirt underneath his vest. The sleeves of his shirt had been torn off. The shirt was short, exposing the lower part of his torso. His torso was slender and “dis boy” had abs for days.
His body was lined with implanted circular metal areas. He wore off-white pants, or maybe they were white at some point and now they were just dirty. The pants were cut off above his prosthetic legs. His legs were prosthetics that she had made for him were so that he could walk and run again. Without them he would be bedbound or stuck with a set of ‘normal’ legs that just wouldn’t do in his opinion. She still could not get over the fact that this moment was real. She thought that he was gone forever.
Lifeline blinked at him as he pulled the comms device from her head. He tossed both of their comms devices into the water behind him. The comms devices sparked and sizzled in the water until they eventually shorted out and could no longer produce any type of signal; after all they were not waterproof. No one could hear them; no one could see them. He had cut the audio and video feed from viewers.
He finally spoke to her, “Che.” His voice was as clear as day, despite the mask covering his face. She couldn’t breathe when he said her name. Lifeline’s heart pounded so hard against her chest that it felt like it might explode. He was the only one that called her that, Che. She only allowed him to call her that; him and nobody else. Her mouth was still dry as she whispered, “Silva.” That was her name for him; she was the only one that called him that. She gazed at him as he pulled his broken armor off and tossed it to the side. The splash from the armor in the water sounded as if it was so far away. Nothing about this current situation felt real to her.
Lifeline wanted to move but she was paralyzed with shock. She was afraid to move because she didn’t know what would happen if she did. She could only watch him as he pulled something out of his backpack. “Fuck, it couldn’t be.” The only thing that she didn’t want it to be. The one thing that led to a series of fucked events that ended any type of relationship that they once had. She shook her head in disbelief; it was the only motion that her body could seem to produce at that very moment.
She watched as he pulled the pin out of the grenade and tossed the pin into the water as he held the live grenade in his hand. It flashed red as he moved closer to her and closed the small gap between the two of them. She knew that the grenade wouldn’t go off until he released it. As soon as the grenade was released it would only take a few seconds to detonate. The technicians had programed the grenades not to detonate until a few seconds after the Legend that pulled the pin had released the grenade. After releasing the grenade the Legend only had a matter of seconds to throw the grenade or get the fuck out of the way.
She knew that in her current state that she wouldn’t have enough time to get out of the blast radius of the grenade. She also knew that Octavio Silva was insanely fast, with his prosthetic legs, so he would be able to make it out of the blast radius in no time. This was going to be her demise; death by a fucking grenade to end her win streak. In all honesty she didn’t even care about the fucking win streak. She wanted to know why he was even here and why he was doing this to her.
Numb was the only word that she could think of to describe her body as everything unfolded right in front of her. All she could do was watch as his face was now right up against hers. She took in his familiar scent, which was often mixed with dirt and alcohol. His very smell drudged up painful memories of their last encounter together. She wanted to punch him in the face but she was still in too much shock to move. Eventually her hand became so weak that she dropped her gun into the water; she hadn’t even realized that she was still holding it.
She swallowed hard as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Why…” Pressing their foreheads together was something that they had done ever since she could remember. Her cheeks stung and burned as tears began to form and stream down the sides of her face. Her body and brain had finally come to agreement that this moment was, indeed, real. “Why is he doin dis ta mi? Hasn’t he tortured mi enough for one lifetime?” She wanted to push him away but she couldn’t will her body to move. She couldn’t even hold her own tears back.
Her hands were forced open as she felt him grab her hands. Even to this day his hands still felt rough against hers. She stared into his goggles because it was all that she could manage to do. The grenade was now in her trembling hands. She watched him as he released the grenade completely. “Dis how it gonna be. A single fucking grenade.”
The tears poured down her cheeks even faster as her whole body began to shake with animosity towards him. She wanted to yell at him and then ask him why he was doing all this but she couldn’t find the words. In a few seconds it wouldn’t matter anyway, because soon she would be back in the transport ship.
Lifeline was surprised when she felt his hands wrap tightly around hers. She started shaking her head at him as if he were playing some type of game with her. "Dis just has ta be a game." She couldn't handle any more of his games. As the shock wore off, her brain was finally able to put together some words and she whispered them, uncontrollably, to him, “No. No. No. No.” She still couldn’t believe that he was staying here with her.
She heard his voice over hers, “Shhh. It’s okay. Just like old times. Just me and you Che….” She thought that he had sounded so calm. “Why does he sound so calm? He is never calm. Never eva.” She closed her wet eyes and pressed her forehead firmly against his as the grenade stopped flashing and turned solid red. The expulsion was loud as it echoed through the small valley just beyond Bunker. It was the last thing that she remembered hearing.
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