Entry tags:
- !location: the city,
- !plot: a house divided,
- anakin skywalker,
- arha masaari,
- ax,
- batman,
- chaucer,
- claire redfield,
- danny phantom,
- hunter blackthorne,
- jaime reyes,
- jean grey,
- katara,
- khel no'gran,
- leela bricker,
- leon s. kennedy,
- luke skywalker,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- paco,
- robert donovan,
- robin,
- sam winchester,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- xander
A House Divided [Part 3]
[Instructions: Here.]
Despite a few tricks up their sleeves, the Conspirators hardly stood a chance. It's all or nothing as they make a few last ditch attempts to kill the Yeerk, and as the fight grinds to a screeching halt.
Will they kill the Yeerk?
Will someone other than the Yeerk get killed in the crossfire?
Despite a few tricks up their sleeves, the Conspirators hardly stood a chance. It's all or nothing as they make a few last ditch attempts to kill the Yeerk, and as the fight grinds to a screeching halt.
Will they kill the Yeerk?
Will someone other than the Yeerk get killed in the crossfire?
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...is the sound the stone makes when Khaji's claws sink into it, inches away from Sam's face, to the side of his head. After that, Khaji pulls its claws from the stone and stands again, straightening out.
Jaime's voice, in perfect imitation: "'We don't kill.'"
Not on purpose.
He walks away from Sam, and the shield drops. Khaji walks over to Batman and holds out both hands in a gesture of surrender, as the armor goes back to normal.
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He kept his gun on Sam and approached him slowly. "A lot of good people put forth one hell of an effort to make sure you didn't end up dead for being an idiot. Don't make me put all that effort to waste."
In other words, be still while you're being cuffed, Sam, or you're catching a bullet.
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The armor recedes. There's a bruise on the side of Jaime's face and head that's healing much more quickly than it would be under normal circumstances.
Khaji kneels, so Jaime is closer to the ground. The glow of his eyes is the last thing to fade, eerie and orange-yellow as he looks up at them.
Then the glow fades, Jaime's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he slumps over. Apparently, he had indeed been completely out this entire time.
Creeeepy.
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Sam surrendered without the slightest resistance. Even if he had wanted to--he didn't--he couldn't, not with a gaping wound in his left shoulder and his right Achilles tendon severed. But that was all moot. Escaping responsibility had never been in the plan. It had never even been a goal. Sam knew he would have to answer for what he did once it was over.
But, as Leon cuffed him, Sam looked around and saw the damage that had been wrought. He saw the injured and he knew he was responsible. He'd led those that wanted Schmuz dead. He'd been the one that had advocated it from the start. He'd been the most vocal. And in the fight to further that goal, people had gotten hurt. The people he was trying to protect in the first place.
He didn't regret what he done, but he did regret the injuries that had been inflicted on both sides. Now he was going to have to answer for them.
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"I'll get him to medical. Let's wrap this up."