Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

I tried to do it as fast as I can, you know. Rachel grumbled back in response before crossing her arms and pouting her lips. She couldnt help but heave out a sigh of relief to know he was at least alive, probably not his best, but still thriving. Walking besides him, she made sure to keep a close eye on his posture, ensuring he wouldnt miss a step or collapse from exhaustion. Luckily, he had bucked over just in time for Rachel to pivot around and catch him , her eyes broadening in disbelief with how heavy he was for being so tall and skinny. Youre pretty heavy there, buddy. Trying to soften out his discomfort, she joked at him. Her hands steadily resided by her legs, unsure if she should wrap them around him in a reassuring hug or to just let him be. His body heat was like lava radiating into her clothing to seep against her skin. Her body ached just thinking about what torment he had endured. As her hands were about to reach up to hug him, he pulled away, and so did she. Theres the Isaac I know. Rachel grinned playfully to see his true colors seeping out, finally getting back to his usual self after their recent scare. They walked together onto the next obstacle, this time intensifying in difficulty, ergo resulting in greater chances for their own demise. Great, just what they needed! Rachel rolled her eyes as Cathy chattered away, not too electrified by her enthusiastic speech. Isaac was growing rather impatient in the meantime, carelessly throwing his foot down on a plate without regret. What are you doing, you have to be more care- As if on que the syringe popped out on command, impaling his flesh to release its undesirable chemicals inside of his veins. You have to stop being so careless! Rachel bit her lower lips in frustration, the striations of her teeth leaving indentations in her lip from the forcefulness of her bite. Her cheeks reddened as bright as the red liquid inside of the syringe, not wanting to see him endure anymore unnecessary pain. Good choice to leave it up to me, obviously youll get us killed. Snarling like a feral wolf she would quickly jerk her head away from his direction to ponder on which plates to steps on and which to avoid. As Isaac played around with his scythe on the plates, she noticed that some were easier to press down than others, gaining an idea from watching the patterns. Perhaps we can use your scythe as a tester before stepping onto the plates? It seems like some are easier to press down than others, and the harder ones might be the good ones. Instead of requesting for his scythe she would use her foot in its place. Gingerly she took a step forward and placed the tip of her blackened boot on a plate. With little pressure, she noticed it was hard to press down and took that as a sign to step forward. Holding her breath as it sunk down slightly, she waited for something to happen, but noting did. So far so good. She nodded before clenching her hands together in attempt to take another courageous step. There was a plate to her right, and upon pressing it she could tell it was easy, so she moved onto the one on the left. This one was harder to judge as it was easy to push in but also budged for a second. Trusting her gut to trust the left plate more than the right she would firmly step onto it. It sunk down, slowly, but stopped. Nothing happened. Phew. She breathed out before wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Rachel adjusted her footing to take another step, but the plate underneath her snapped again, this time sinking lower until a lurid flash of light accompanied with a bang corrupted the room. A sharp pain ripped through her shoulder, and before she realized it blood was seeping out from her new wound. Something hard was lodged inside, perhaps a bullet, as it bulged upwards slightly. The pain was unbearable, but she dared to not let out a scream, not wanting to give Cathy the satisfaction of her sick fantasy. Instead, she clasped onto her wounded shoulder tightly to stop the overflow of blood. It has seeped in between her fingers, little pitter-patters of blood spots coating the tiled floor. Youre fine, youre fine . The words mumbled out from her mouth but the trembling in her legs told her otherwise. They had to peruse forward, and a little blood here and there wouldnt stop them, but she would challenge herself to be more cautious than before. Its a hit or miss to tell if theyre actually stable enough or not. I dont mind walking first to find out, youve already been through too much. It has hard to take another step after what had just happened, but she carried on and tested the plates as before, checking to see if they were easy to push in or not. The right plate barley moved under some added weight while the opposing one quickly wanted to shift, making it easy to tell what was the right one and which would cause further agony. She was right again for this round, but they had a lot more steps to take before reaching the other side, and she was growing tired of being this paranoid.