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thearena2013-07-18 09:51 pm
futilecycle) wrote in thearena2013-07-18 09:51 pm
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A rabbit will run [CLOSED]
Who| Sigma and R.
What| Dr. Klim is ambushed by wild animals and saved by R, but isn't used to friendly zombies.
Where| Desert arena.
When| Week 3.
Warnings/Notes| Violence, animal death.
As many times as he had done it, Sigma Klim hated to die.
Perhaps it wasn't the dying he hated as much as the suffering. There had been dozens of timelines where he had lived through fates worse than death: his arm cut off for the watch it carried, losing his mind with grief in a room with a cold corpse, sacrificing his eye and arms to be left suffering on a cot for three months. And, of course, living with a virus long enough to become a staggering violent zombie.
Dying was not something he treated as trivially as his partner. Despite the hundreds of deaths he'd died, never had he walked into it with nonchalance. And as another night fell that day and Sigma found himself pursued by ravenous and agitated coyotes, where Eponine would have embraced the teeth of the wolves the Doctor resolved to fight for his life.
An aging man of old metal and thin bones, the senior was significantly slower than the pack. Once they were almost upon him, the Doctor spun around and, using his mechanical eye to frantically zoom, aimed a throwing knife into the eye of the alpha. The dog yelped, but the other two were unfazed - soon Sigma was on his back in the sand, two wolves atop him.
One lunged for the hands shielding Sigma's face and neck, teeth sinking into the cybernetics of his arm. As capable of feeling pain in his enhancements as he was anywhere else in his body, the Doctor screamed, and thick chunks of artificial skin tore from his arm like meat from a bone. But it would not kill him: using this to his advantage, Sigma shoved his metal arm deeper into the dog's mouth and grabbed the flesh of its cheek, buying himself some time while the animal tried to pull away.
Beside him was a growl, and he knew the last animal would soon be upon him, tearing at the rest of his body that wasn't made of wire and metal. In his free hand, Sigma's grip tightened around his last throwing knife, and he took one last shaken, horrified gasp. It seemed he was about to add "eaten alive" to his long list of deaths.
What| Dr. Klim is ambushed by wild animals and saved by R, but isn't used to friendly zombies.
Where| Desert arena.
When| Week 3.
Warnings/Notes| Violence, animal death.
As many times as he had done it, Sigma Klim hated to die.
Perhaps it wasn't the dying he hated as much as the suffering. There had been dozens of timelines where he had lived through fates worse than death: his arm cut off for the watch it carried, losing his mind with grief in a room with a cold corpse, sacrificing his eye and arms to be left suffering on a cot for three months. And, of course, living with a virus long enough to become a staggering violent zombie.
Dying was not something he treated as trivially as his partner. Despite the hundreds of deaths he'd died, never had he walked into it with nonchalance. And as another night fell that day and Sigma found himself pursued by ravenous and agitated coyotes, where Eponine would have embraced the teeth of the wolves the Doctor resolved to fight for his life.
An aging man of old metal and thin bones, the senior was significantly slower than the pack. Once they were almost upon him, the Doctor spun around and, using his mechanical eye to frantically zoom, aimed a throwing knife into the eye of the alpha. The dog yelped, but the other two were unfazed - soon Sigma was on his back in the sand, two wolves atop him.
One lunged for the hands shielding Sigma's face and neck, teeth sinking into the cybernetics of his arm. As capable of feeling pain in his enhancements as he was anywhere else in his body, the Doctor screamed, and thick chunks of artificial skin tore from his arm like meat from a bone. But it would not kill him: using this to his advantage, Sigma shoved his metal arm deeper into the dog's mouth and grabbed the flesh of its cheek, buying himself some time while the animal tried to pull away.
Beside him was a growl, and he knew the last animal would soon be upon him, tearing at the rest of his body that wasn't made of wire and metal. In his free hand, Sigma's grip tightened around his last throwing knife, and he took one last shaken, horrified gasp. It seemed he was about to add "eaten alive" to his long list of deaths.