The cops shot everywhere, screaming, fear and anger and AMP making them stupid. One charged into the room, shooting as if he knew nothing else. Kenshin charged him, moving left and right to avoid his fire, pivoting and snipping the tendons, first in his arms, then at the back of his legs. He screamed and fell, twitching onto the floor. Then there was another one, shooting. Shooting. At everyone. Everything. His lips drawn tight back from his teeth, his eyes black with shock. He had gone mad.
“Wait! Wait!” a shorter cop said. The mad cop gave him one glance before shooting him in the face. Kenshin, pushed forward, twisting out of the way of a bullet, using the force of his spin to come back and cut him in half, spine only giving momentary resistance before it severed and he fell.
Four down. One left. Crouched in the door way, crying, his fingers shaking as he held an epi pen over the unbroken skin of his forearm.
“Don’t.” Kenshin grabbed his hand, firmly but gently and the young man startled, a scream bursting from his lips. “You don’t have to be like them,” Kenshin said, looking into the cop’s eyes. “Don’t make a choice that you can’t turn back from.”
The epi pen clattered to the ground and the man pressed a hand to his face letting out a short harsh sob. Kenshin stepped back, satisfied that he wasn't going to do something stupid. A heavy weight started to fall over him as he looked at the room. Soaked in blood. Everything soaked in blood.
And there...in the shadows... He bought his attention back to the lean man, for the moment, until he could breathe, and looked at his hand wrapped around the knife still. And beside it...a phone. Kenshin narrowed his eyes and wondered...
No... His job wasn't done yet. He still had to find out one more thing. He flicked the blood off Kitetsu and sheathed it, crouching to pick up the phone which felt strangely heavy. The young man slumped to the ground, wrapping his arms around his head.
It was disgusting.
All of this waste.
All of this blood.
He looked through the lean man's call list and found the number he was searching for.
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Date: 2012-04-21 01:33 am (UTC)“Wait! Wait!” a shorter cop said. The mad cop gave him one glance before shooting him in the face. Kenshin, pushed forward, twisting out of the way of a bullet, using the force of his spin to come back and cut him in half, spine only giving momentary resistance before it severed and he fell.
Four down. One left. Crouched in the door way, crying, his fingers shaking as he held an epi pen over the unbroken skin of his forearm.
“Don’t.” Kenshin grabbed his hand, firmly but gently and the young man startled, a scream bursting from his lips. “You don’t have to be like them,” Kenshin said, looking into the cop’s eyes. “Don’t make a choice that you can’t turn back from.”
The epi pen clattered to the ground and the man pressed a hand to his face letting out a short harsh sob. Kenshin stepped back, satisfied that he wasn't going to do something stupid. A heavy weight started to fall over him as he looked at the room. Soaked in blood. Everything soaked in blood.
And there...in the shadows... He bought his attention back to the lean man, for the moment, until he could breathe, and looked at his hand wrapped around the knife still. And beside it...a phone. Kenshin narrowed his eyes and wondered...
No... His job wasn't done yet. He still had to find out one more thing. He flicked the blood off Kitetsu and sheathed it, crouching to pick up the phone which felt strangely heavy. The young man slumped to the ground, wrapping his arms around his head.
It was disgusting.
All of this waste.
All of this blood.
He looked through the lean man's call list and found the number he was searching for.