((OOC: I'm bored, really... nothing much to do.... *yawns*))
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Solene was down. She knew that this time.... she would die and nothing could save her. Dietrich bent over the shivering Priestess and lifted a hand, twitching his fingers to raise her head. Solene's head lifted up against her will and she was forced to look at him. "Solene.... You really are a beautiful girl, you know... Too bad it had to come to this....."
"Oh, come now, Marionettenspieler," Issak chuckled behind him, calmly smoking a cigar. "You can always wait untill she's dead and bring her back to to the Orden as your personal puppet."
"But it wouldn't be the same, Panzer Maiger." Dietrich smiled over his shoulder at the long black haired man. "I want her alive. It won't be fun if she's dead." He looked knowingly at his master. "Besides, I know you want her for yourself."
Issak's eyes narrowed, and he stared long and hard at his protege. "Don't push it too far, Dietrich." He threw the rest of his cigar away and nudged Solene's body over with a foot. Blood bubbled around a bullet lodged in her abdomen, staining the white robes she wore a rich crimson. "She won't die yet. The bullet didn't go deep."
"But she'll suffer." Dietrich smirked and made a sisscors-like, cutting motion over his raised fingers, and Solene fell forwards again, landing with a hard thump as he released her. "Goodbye, Solene D'Cruz... I hope you'll be able to live.... so we can meet again." He kissed her, leaving a trail up to her ear, and whispered, "Remember this, my dear.... Igne Natura Renovatur Integra..."
With that, the two Rosenkruez members vanished into the shadows, leaving her to bleed to death.
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"Solene! Solene!" Faintly, a rough Spanish-accented voice brought Solene out of the dark haze that enveloped her. Who is it....? she wondered dimly. How long had she lain there? Was she dead and gone to Paradise yet? "Solene!" she heard the voice again. "Wake up! You can't close your eyes! Stay with me!"
Grimacing against a sudden wave of pain, Solene struggled to open her eyes, and was rewarded by blurry outlines of faces. "Oh, thank God! Try to keep awake now! We don't want to lose you!" Leon? Water was poured into her mouth and she swallowed, returning to awareness of more searing pain that made her scream.
"Stop!!"
"Negative, Sister Solene," Came Tres's voice. Was it her deliriously pain filled mind, or was the android's voice shaking slightly? "The silver bullet has to be removed and your wound sealed, or you'll die of blood loss and poision from the silver in the bullet."
Tres's words penetrated the hazy fog in Solene's brain and her eyes widened. "You're.... digging...."
"Tres has to do it now and here to save you," Leon explained, relieved that she was awake and consious. "Just bear the pain, alright? It'll be over in no time, and......" He couldn't continue. Leon was holding her down, cushioning her head in his lap, trying to make her as confortable as possible. "Get on with it, tin-can," he growled. "I'm not going to let her die."
Tres shot him a freezing look, but continued heating a pair of tweezers untill it was red hot. His eyes met Solene's, who was still subconsious, her glazed eyes trying to focus on what he held. Something in him twisted, and for a moment, he wondered if one of his mechanisms had come loose, but he then realized..... he felt apprehensive and a bit of fear. His hand shook slightly as he reached towards the wound, and as he placed one palm against her side to brace himself, she weakly lifted a hand and closed it over his in a trembling grip.
Tres froze and lifted his head to look at her. Solene managed a little but brave nod, sending a message to him. I trust you... Go on.
It was settled, then. Tres returned his attention to the wound where the flow of blood had slowed to a small bubbling. Tearing away the fabric around it, Gunslinger inserted the hot tweezers with amazing accuracy, not touching the tender flesh of the small open wound. It was then that he began the probing and prying to get the bullet dislodged.
Leon winced as Solene threw her head back and let out a scream. Tears welled up and ran down her face, fresh rivulets that added to the dried tracks on her cheeks. Another scream tore from her throat, causing even the hardened Hispaniac to tremble. "Solene, we're almost there. Just hold on, alright?" He gripped her hand tightly, willing himself not to wonder what it would be like if his lover or his daughter was in her place. Solene held on to him, and belatedly, he realized that she wasn't asking Tres to stop eventhough she was in pain.
Tres finally managed to get around the bullet, and gripping it tightly with the tweezers, slowly pulling it out of her flesh. It tore the muscles and ligaments that had stuck to it during it's time there, earning another scream from Solene, who went limp the moment he was done, blood spurting again.
It was as if she was being stabbed by ten thousand silver daggers. Solene lay shivering in Leon's arms, glad Tres had got the bullet out. The pain, screaming and blood loss had left her physically exhausted, and the blackness that hovered at the edge of her consiousness now began to claim her........
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((OOC: Alright.... I'm too tired and my back aches.... Going off to hear Cupid's Chokehold since it's the song Leon dedicated to me.... Badadada Badadada...... Take a look at my girlfriend... She's the only one I got....))
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