trans_9 | A House Divided [Part 3]

Dodging boulders was easy. Dodging bullets was much more difficult, but not impossible. Leon started moving laterally the moment the gun was raised, so Sam could only aim where Leon had just been. While the bullets whizzed by his head, he tossed a can of tear gas at Sam.

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Leon, surprisingly, had really good aim when it came to throwing while he was moving. The can hit the ground less than a meter away from Sam and slowly rolled to his feet.

"Oh, F*#@ you!" Sam shouted, right before he kicked the can back at Leon just as the gas was starting to release. Sam has good aim, too.

But while he was kicking he wasn't shooting, and Leon took the chance to charge straight at Sam.

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Seeing Leon coming at him, Sam had to think fast. He dropped the Yeerk-ball, kicking it backward to rest against the wall behind him. Then, gritting his teeth through the pain, he grabbed a hold of the knife wedged in his shoulder and tugged it out, then sent it sailing back to its owner.

Leon raised his forearm to block, and the knife ended up embedded right in it. He grunted loudly in pain, but didn't even so much as slow down. He dove at Sam, wanting to tackle the little bastard and put him on the ground.

It was about time for him to put an end to this. One way or another.

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Sam dropped as Leon dove at him--sending a sharp pain surging through his shoulder as it hit the ground--and kicked his foot forward, aiming for Leon's chest in an effort to send the Echo lead flying off of Sam and in the opposite direction.

His plan only half worked. Leon went with the flip, rolling through on his uninjured arm and springing up to his feet only a few feet away.

"Get up, you filthy little shit."

Leon yanked his knife out of his forearm and held it ready.

"You want to turn yourself into a monster in order to kill one? Fine. But since day one on the job, I've been the guy who stood between the monsters and whoever want to harm."

He circled around a few steps, putting himself between Sam and the Yeerk, and took his stance there.

Bring it, boy.

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"I'm right here, dickhead," Sam answered, holding his one good arm out, taunting Leon.

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Sam leaned back and grabbed Leon's foot by the ankle just inches away from his own face, then swept his own leg down, aiming for Leon's other knee.

After Paco had been dismissed from the Precinct, he'd made himself scarce. The less he had to deal with this, the better; as far as he was concerned. Until the shooting and the shouting had started.

He'd gotten there just in time to see Jaime go flying, and while Sam and Leon had gone about beating the crap out of each other, he'd picked his way through the rubble to get to Jaime.

"Come on dude, please be knocked out..."

Leon dropped to the ground, but quickly aimed one kick straight at the inside of Sam's kneecap, then right up into his crotch.

He is out cold. Took a nasty, nasty knock to the head. In fact, he doesn't look in the best shape. That'd flung him pretty hard, and he'd felt it right through the armor.

So, it's likely rather surprising to Paco when his eyes suddenly pop open, and he abruptly sits up, pretty much inhumanly fast.

Inhumanly fast was right.

"Ow! Forehead! Ow!"

Paco sat back on his heels, rubbing the spot where Jaime's forehead had clonked him.

"...Jaime?"

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Sam was on his knees the minute the blow to his knee struck, then doubled over as a sharp pain erupted in his genitals from the kick to the groin.

"Is that all ya got, Barbie?" he spat. "You fight like a F#*@ing girl."

He then lunged for Leon, his fist flying, aimed right for Kennedy's nose.

He doesn't answer, merely glances at Paco with a scanning glance, then climbs to his feet with a stiff gesture, half-backbend, like a puppet being drawn up on its strings. He looks angry--no, furious.

That's when the armor transforms into something a little spikier, a little more...sinister-looking. The way he moves is terrifying, like something...just something other, tensed and coiled up like a spring, a clockwork toy only a key-turn away from slitting Paco's throat.

Only a few words are spared for Paco in a voice that is Jaime's but isn't Jaime's at all. There are no human eyes behind the glow. All that's there is the glow.

He is one that is loved by his host, one that is to be protected. So he needs to get as far away as possible.

Bad move Sam, especially with his left arm out of commission. Leon grabbed Sam's wrist with his left hand to force to punch to go wide, and stepped towards Sam and brought his knife right against Sam's throat, but stopped short of slicing it wide open.

Oh no.

"Whoa! Whoa, hey there Khaji Da!" Paco said, deciding at the very last minute to not try to touch him. "You're not planning anything crazy, are you?"

Come ooooooon Jaime, wake up...

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Sam stared down at Leon, his expression fearless. He could feel the sharpness of the blade--wet with Leon's and his own blood--pressing against his throat. One slice was all it would take and Sam would find himself drowning in his own blood.

"Do it," he said, his voice low and firm. "You wanna protect this thing so badly, then do it. Because the only way it's stayin' on this ship is if I'm dead. You wanna slay a monster well here's your chance. So F#*@in' DO IT ALREADY!!!"

Khaji says only one thing, the thing simmering at the top of his buggy mind, roiling away there.

And that is enough to send him rocketing out the hole in the wall and back into the fight like a something out of a nightmare. Sam and Leon are greeted by the sight of a horrible monsters shooting towards them both.

The red-haired man has managed to find himself another precarious perch on the roof of one of the nearby buildings. He must be a fast climber or something.

"Yes! Yes! Bravo!" He claps sharply, as if he were a commentator at a spectator sport. "And he makes a charge down the center line! What a sudden toss-up in this event, what a quick turnaround! Nobody knows what's going to happen next!"

Well, at least somebody's having a good day.

Leon twisted Sam's wrist and yanked on his collar to spin him and pin Sam's arm behind his back. He also rolled his eyes at the back of Sam's head. Did everything with this kid have to be so damn dramatic?

He didn't even bother saying anything, and was about to cuff Sam when he saw Jaime heading towards them. Kid looked pissed, and understandably so.

"Reyes! It's over! Stand down, kid."

With his hands pinned behind his back, Sam did the one thing he had left to get free. Jerking his head back, Sam slammed the back of his skull against the bridge of Leon's nose then quickly wriggled free from the man's grasp in time to roll out of the way of Jaime, snatching the Yeerk in the process.

If the change in appearance doesn't make it abundantly clear Jaime isn't at the wheel, the change in his voice does. It's grating, screeching, nearly inhuman sounding, like something with only vague familiarity with vocal chords is giving them a try for the very first time. Its tone and cadence are flat an robotic, but the words are hissed, communicating the depths of its rage.

It's Jaime's voice and yet isn't. Just as this is Jaime's body, and yet isn't.

He lifts Sam up with a hand around his throat, choking him.

Great. Juuuuuuust fucking great. Was his entire day going to be spent stopping one blindly raging violent asshole from killing another?

Leon didn't hesitate in moving, even though, frankly, he was frustrated enough to walk away.

Standing in front of Reyes, Leon took advantage of the roaring and snarling the kid was making and simply shove the barrel of his 9mm in Jaime's mouth. It was probably the only weak point the kid had right now.

"Reyes, if you are somewhere in there at all, if you can hear me at all, you have to stop this!"

He cocked the hammer, the whole time praying to someone somewhere that he wouldn't have to pull the trigger.

"Jaime, kid, don't make the same mistake Sam did. Don't let yourself become a monster just to stop one. You're a hero, Reyes, and right now three people need saving. You save Sam's life, save your life, and save my soul because I do not want to kill a good kid to save a piece of shit like him. He's not worth it. Save us all, kid, you're the only one who can do it. I can't."

Reyes, if you ever wanted to make your mark as a superhero, now was the time.

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