Thread: puppies and kittens // virginia greene & sixlikesgore.

How someone, even the stupidest bounty hunter in the world, could assume that a poorly disguised Murphy was a woman was anyone's guess.. but such a ridiculous situation was what lead to a bullet slamming solidly into the youngest member of Operation Bitemark. Everything had happened so fast one moment, the entire bar was at a stand still, guns drawn and ready to fire. The next thing 10k knew, an array of bullets were being released from every firearm in his general surroundings, and a flash of adrenaline was pulsating through the young man's veins. The jukebox that had been playing the background abruptly came to a halt as bodies settled on the floor, the owner of the establishment clear in her intentions to have everyone calm down and lower their guns. Confusion was the first thing that swept over the young male when he attempted to take a step forward to lean against the table in front of him. A warm trickle had started to soak his shirt, causing the material to cling to his abdomen. The nineteen year old's hand shifted to ease over the wet spot, and was shocked when he withdrew it to see crimson red coating his digits. Ug-gh.. was the only thing that could escape his lips before his legs were buckling out underneath him, and he found himself flat on his back, staring up at the bar's rooked ceiling. I've been shot. The next thing that came into view was Addy's vibrant hair against the brown backdrop of the ceiling, quickly accompanied by Doc's voice reassuring him. The pressure his hands had already been pushing against the bullet hole was joined with a towel, or rag, and Doc's firm grip. Over the next few moments, everything seemed like a blur. He had somehow ended up on one of the tables, Doc hovering constantly over him, with Addy fretting not too far behind. 10k's vision blinked in and out between focused, and hazy blurs, the pain slowly replacing the adrenaline that had been trying to course through his body. Whatever happened next was completely out of his comprehension the front door sounded, and the Roberta's heavy footsteps sounded after it. The only thing he could do was try and listen to the conversations floating around him, and keep his consciousness. All he could do was trust in his group - trust in Murphy. The trip to the submarine wasn't ideal, and the last goodbyes hadn't been something 10k was prepared to go through. It was happening all so fast, and the only member of the group he was able to stay connected to was the only one he wanted absolutely nothing to do with. Not to mention, if anything screwed up, could he really trust Murphy to watch his back in this current predicament? The longer he remained strapped to that medical bed, the more his judgment started to clarify that he most likely couldn't. It probably didn't help his gut instincts that every time they ended up getting close to anything Military, or too good to be true, it ended up being a sham. The exact situation that 10k had unfortunately been placed into was far beyond his knowledge, however. It was pure luck that he'd merged up enough energy to rip the IV needle from his arm when he did, and flopped himself off that bed. Without anything to defend himself, it wasn't his most comfortable situation. Given the fact that he had just been shot didn't help matters, either. Retrieving his jacket, the young adult took to his instincts, relying on what his Father had taught him while tracking in order to slink his way around the ship. In fact, it was probably his persistence in moving that kept him alive when the submarine finally blew its last casket, and exploded entirely. Two very close brushes with death in less than several hours apart 10k's body was thrown into the water, knocked unconscious after taking a solid blow to the side of his head. If it weren't for the various items of floating debris slowly making its way to breach the surface, his body most likely would've been lost to the current's undertow eventually, caused by the explosion. The jacket he had retrieved was scuffed, luckily the water absorbing most of the explosions impact, but still cling to the boy's torso, revealing the bandage of his very recent wound. Fate would surely decide, eventually, if he was to overcome this third brush. Unfortunately, with his odds already, he was starting to run out of his nine lives, and he couldn't expect anyone from the group to be able to save him now. Especially not with the current, dragging him and his poorly pieced together raft towards an entirely different beach.