Hurricane on Fire
No matter what hes says or does, no matter how many people carry each other past him he cannot be there. Not fully. Despite how dire the job is and how much attention he focuses on it. His attention is divided still, as he gives his orders in the strictest of manners leaving no room for error or misunderstandings. The sound of a heart monitor beeps in the back of his mind in an empty lonely room.
The time has come, every citizen has been transported, evacuated. Its time, Mordecai watches as the specialized buzzard scooter and Ellie put together touches down. The blades slow to a stop and Zero looks out the pilots window, the sound of scraping metal announces Dr. Zed rolling opening the steel door. He doesn't want to look but he does. A thin white sheet is pulled up to her chest and tucked into the mattress. Her arms lay over the sheet so as not to obstruct the many thin plastic tubes that jut from her veins. Her eyes don't close fully, the color in them slowly fading- is she blind?!
Pretty blue lips are forcefully propped open to accommodate the rather bulky tube that keeps her lungs from collapsing. The good doctor is followed by Salvador who pushes the large machine that breathes in her stead, the machine goes in first. They strap it down then bring her girder in, the wheels fit perfectly in the indents Ellie put in for it. They collapse the legs and buckle her down, carefully. Mordecai watches as Salvador pulls a door shut, he listens to the whir of the blades spinning again before the craft slowly lifts off the platform and floats away.
When Mordecai turns around he finds Axton watching from the door of head quarters.
" Axton. You need to leave."
He continues watching the helicopter shrink into the sky.
" there are still things that need to be done"
I can't look at her like this
" I need you to guard the medical bay at overlook."
please be where I can't
He looks at Mordecai strangely, a weak glare is aimed at him.
" why cant you go- I can finish whatever needs doing."
are you ashamed?
" That's not the plan, you need to go."
I would be there if I could
Axton gives a sneer before shoving his hands in his pockets and heading for the fast travel station. He shakes his head in no particular direction before tapping his destination and disappearing from sight.
Alone
All alone on sanctuary. Strange for it to be so quiet, so still. Like dead thing. It is dead though, isn't it?
No life is left here. In distance the speck that is Mayas carrier grows slowly smaller. He wants to watch it fade from his sight. A moment later and its gone, with a sigh he strolls off toward scooters garage. Completely empty aside from a piece of paper sitting on a chair, he picks up the paper and finds that its a map with four bright red dots on it. Beside each number is a three digit number, at the very bottom are the words.
'don't get dead'
Mordecai walks the grounds in no particular hurry over to Marcus's shop where the door sits open. An empty place, waiting for him.
He walks past the small target range to a door further back, close to where the targets are pulled from. A tiny hallway, with two doors. On is dented and heavily damaged, locking the holding cells, the other a narrow black door. Cold and unscathed.
His hand folds shut around the cold handle, gently he pulls it open to find a strong gust of wind almost throwing him backward. Mordecai pulls the red wrapped around his neck up just slightly to cover his nose and mouth. Pausing slightly he looks at the door and crams the lock in place, making it useless on either side of it.
Fear settles in the pit of his stomach making it difficult to step forward. In the back of his mind an image flashes, the way she cried. The sound of screaming at him and the memory of her hands slamming into his chest. She wanted him to go, to go away.
So he steps forward gripping large bolts on the surface of Sanctuaries exterior, he presses his body flat against it and carefully places the tip of his boot on the various dents caused by heavy weather damage.
Great. The ladders is just gone.
Fear and guilt make him sweat, the memories make him feel heavy and slow.
From his station by over look Axton listens to the scraping sound of Daisy's broom swatting at the floor. She sweeps in a mild panic all the dust out the door before she sloshes down a bucket full of soapy water. He glances back to see her on her hands and knees with a scrub, a wave of pity rolls through him.
So he looks away.
He looks up and watches as Sanctuary begins to slowly descend, then silence surrounds him. Axton looks around to find most of the very busy citizens have stopped what they where doing to watch the city lower itself.
It is then that the sky lights on fire.
An explosion rings out and fire blooms forward in every direction, The city crumbles as it falls, pieces of it scattering across the tundra beneath it. Over look shrieks in horror, Axton stumbles forward not believing what he sees.
Very suddenly the Echo Net flares to life, people shrieking and chattering in confusion and freight. Axton bolts away running all over and finding Lilith standing in front of the fast travel station, just waiting. Her eyes are wide and her body rigid and stiff.
" don't worry, I think he he.. he just hit the wrong destination. He just went to the wrong place. He's fine... he's fine."
Axton watches her refuse to crumble, he watches her square her shoulders, ball her fists and march back to work. In a moment he finds himself standing back by his station listing to daisy cry while scrubs the floor clean.
Almost two hours later the sound of Maya's carrier floods the air, it touches down in the very center of the small ramshackle city. Hundreds of eyes watch as Dr. Zed and Salvador hurry her out of the craft and over to the empty warehouse that was cleared special for them.
The static in the air calms and people continue working as if they did not see what they saw. Just outside the shield several small greenhouses are erected and stuffed with the many jars that Tannis had passed out to the soldiers. Soldiers take shifts between guarding and working alongside the addled people of Overlook.
Stalkers watch the people from a distance, idly digging their claws against the ground watching as the walking meat sack's go about their business. They give their strange shrieks from afar earning only a curious glance here and there.
A day passes in this manner.
Around the middle of the Second day Zed exits his new hospice with a wide smile.
"shes awake"
a/n: sorry this ones so short but i had a lot to do today and i was kind of tired.
these are all labeled as separate stories cause originally it was a one shot, the i got attached to it.
when i post the next part its probably just going to be a chapter on this piece okay?
and for the love of whatever you believe in shat up about my grammar i'll mess with the next one one purpose.
to the rest of your thanks for the support
especially you suri