Hello again! I made it back today; are you proud of me? No, of course not, you just want the story. Well, here it is! Enjoy!
2. Gunshot
It was the sound of gunshots that kept him going.
They were far off, barely recognizable as gunshots, but they meant that Lust had found them, and she was fighting, and Lust wouldn't die, and she was so fragile, and-
He was bleeding practically to death, and his ignition gloves were soaked through, but he had to do something. He had to find some way to make an array, to seal his wound and get to her, but what could he do? He was absolutely worthless for allowing this to happen!
In the distance, the shots paused, started up again- she had changed guns. Unbid, a memory rose to the front of his mind- the smell of burning flesh, the image of an array engraved permanently in human skin- and it gave him an idea.
The pain was unbearable, to the point where he nearly passed out a few times and had to stop to regain his composure, and the irony cut just as cruelly. To think that when he'd first seen her back it had made him hate his teacher- that it had made him hate himself just as much and more when he'd agreed to burn it beyond recognition for her- and that now he was using it in the hopes of protecting her was almost too much for his blood-deprived brain to cope with.
But the irony didn't matter, he reminded himself as he struggled agonizingly to his feet. The self-loathing didn't matter, the pain didn't matter, his injured, maybe dead subordinate on the floor next to him didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was getting to her before Lust could lay a hand on her.
The gunshots stopped.
UWAH! Sorry, Havoc!
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