Silver ran a hand through his hair and stared at Red who gazed back, pleading him to see his wrongs. Red had become a monster due to Team Rocket, the reason as to why Red was so… ruthless and angry whenever he became upset… it all made sense. When Red became upset it made him vulnerable to his emotions and all the self hatred and anger he kept bottled up inside would come flooding through and causing him to hurt anyone who came too near. It was self defence mechanism which the scarlet eyed male's consciousness had adopted- it was to protect Red from never getting hurt again. Yet it was so self-destructive, it didn't matter any longer if it had or had not been intended to break the awkward stoic male.
"I'm sorry."
Red mumbled his eyes downcast and Silver reached out to pat him on the shoulder once effectively getting Red to look at him briefly.
"It's ok. I forgive you."
Red had never gotten over his loss and the last thing he had done was murder a man who in all rights deserved to die. But it had felt so fucking wrong. Silver realised that this man standing before him was the man who had taken Team Rocket down in a single night. Not even a day even and killed their leader and as a result effectively sent the organisation crashing down to earth once more into chaos as they tried to continue without their iron leader- but it hadn't worked and members- the unwilling ones fleeing as soon as they could. The rest merely melting away into their lives once more now that their purpose to serve was now gone. Silver recalled as a child seeing his fathers' dead body being wheeled away. He hadn't felt anything that day towards his father. He just knew he felt pure relief that the main cause of his hell was finally gone.
Gone.
That had been a nice thought.
But 'gone'… that also told him Gold and Green were gone. Silver was desperate to go find them, their bodies, their… anything that was left of them. He felt his sanity slowly slipping and he let out a small harsh bark of laughter- he was going insane finally. It was either make it or break it and Silver knew that all the shit he had endured as a kid, was flooding back and Team Rocket intended to psychologically kill him. Break him mentally before slowly torturing him to death. Why they wanted to kill him the redhead had no idea. He focused on Red who was clutching his head in his hands, shaking from side to side.
Red had been a member of Team Rocket against his freewill and had prevented the world from collapsing into a dreary hell. Red pulled his shirt back on slowly. When he did so Red looked at Silver chillingly and Silver had a feeling they would be witnessing Red's battle rage soon. The pure dormant fury he still held towards Team Rocket was astounding and Red wanted to destroy them all, finishing what he had started so many years ago properly.
"I want Green back."
"We will get him back."
"I'll kill them all."
"Yes. Yes you will Red."
"… Green… I want Green back…"
Red whimpered sounding like a small child as he paced about the equipment room looking so very lost in his vulnerable state of having revealed his past to everyone currently in the room. Silver tried to console the man but ended up getting distracted by a rather delusional Brock who was going a little bit conkers from the pain of his twisted ankle. Trying to pry the dirt bike specialist off his leg Silver answered Red as best he could.
"I know, but we can't affor-"
"TESTING TESTING~! OOOH~ WELL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THAT YOU WON'T BE DYING UNLESS SILVER GIOVANNI FORFEITS AND SURRENDERS TO TEAM ROCKET. IF HE DOES SO WE'LL LET ALL OUR HOSTAGES RUN FREE! SO PLEASE IF YOU SEE HIM CATCH HIM IF YOU CAN!"
Silver froze finally dislodging Brock from his leg, now it was all about him. It was all down to his personal choice and say in the matter as Petrel cackled maddeningly his voice as always a grating screechy pitch. Silver hissed.
He hated being the centre of attention.
They knew his weaknesses inside out. They knew how much he hated attention, how much he hated being singled out and how much it broke him down to have all that occur.
He swallowed as he re-tied his dark flaming red hair back into its high ponytail.
They still knew him.
It sickened him to know how much he had not change…changed...? He had changed. Silver believed he had changed for the better but right now… He felt suffocated like he couldn't speak and he wanted… Horrified he found himself knocking unconsciously on the wall of the room they were enclosed in. he was using the knock. He wanted to self harm.
He was having the worst relapse of his life and there was nothing he could do about it. Try as he might Silver knew that his mind was far too fragile from years of abuse to handle all the stress. It made him feel weak and worthless. Green's therapy had been brilliant and Silver knew he could fight this now but the problem was… Team Rocket was at large, and just knowing they had their greasy dirty paws on both his psychologist and his golden eyed lover made Silver want to curl up and die.
He just knew it was the fact that it was him who had been shoved centre stage and it was his decision that would determine the lives of everyone in the stadium.
Silver hadn't been so stressed in such a long time. He recalled self harm had been his escape from all the stress and difficulties in his life that stopped him from going mad or insane from the choices. He looked away, he had no idea what to do. If he gave himself up they would kill him for sure. Red certainly looked ready to spill some blood. Red's dangerous scarlet eyes flashing with fury and his pale hands twitching, itching to break something in the most violent manner possible. Silver looked at the athletes who all stared back at him speechless and Silver turned to the hole in the wall, making his mind up.
"I'll go to them, so once you hear them crowing their victory try and escape."
"No you can't!"
Falkner growled, Riley having woken halfway through Red's story shook his head solemnly and Silver almost wanted to scream at how difficult everything was. He could try and please them all but whilst it had seemed easy, so much easier before… Now it was the most difficult he had ever done in his life, trying to make everyone happy with what choice he made.
"Don't you see Silver? It's a plot. They're still going to kill us all even if you do give yourself up. You can't be a fucking martyr. It won't work. For once in your life be selfish."
Volkner was standing, his eyes strangely clear, the moody blonde from before long gone, after hearing Red speak of his past, Volkner felt like his own troubles (idiotic things such as a certain flame haired man with a massive afro continuously pestering him for the better part of his life as well as his broken family issues considering a drunkard step father who liked him until he opened his mouth.) didn't matter so much anymore. He would fight now and if he died then that was just how it went. Volkner stood barring the way and Silver could hear the screams in the stadium. It was agonising. It was taking too long.
More would die and they would just sit here.
Silver was going now.
"Move."
"No."
"I don't have time for this! And I know YOU don't have time and the rest of you don't have time to waste anymore. We've taken long enough. We need to go now!"
"Fine. I'm coming with you."
Red immediately agreed with him as he stretched out his muscles with feline grace, Silver gritted his teeth, fuck it. They would all just go now, ready or not. Surge seemed pretty eager to just go. He and the rest of them had had enough of waiting round.
"Alder…?"
The Unova champion turned to look at him questioningly his face worn as he tended to the wounded, a roll of clean bandages slung about his shoulders. Silver looked round at the unwilling and the injured. They looked terrible, beaten and defeated, weary and just so tired and Silver hoped they weren't willing to die just yet. Even if he himself felt like just waiting for the bombs to go off, he at least wanted to see Gold before that happened and maybe just say goodbye.
Gold couldn't be dead.
Not yet anyway.
They knew his relationship with Gold was more than just friends. They would keep the hawkeyed male alive to see him die. Silver tried not to crumble; pulling himself together he faced the awaiting Alder.
"Make sure you get everyone left behind in here that can't fight out of the stadium if you can."
"May I ask why?"
Morty asked delicately and Silver grimaced not looking directly at the dopey blonde's still gruesome shoulder wound. Morty didn't seem to notice it anymore but he breathed quickly and lightly as if it elevated the pain somewhat. Falkner was stocking up on arrows slotting different lengths, sizes and types into his quiver.
"This place is going to blow up as soon as they capture me."
"Ah, shit."
Alder immediately began pulling out orders for his Unova team to get a move on, Silver knew they probably had thirty minutes until everything went off, that was the minimum, and hopefully he could buy enough time and give them at least an hour so that the people in the stands could have a chance at fleeing. Team Rocket would grow tired of waiting and might just decide to kill them all now anyway. Red was blazing now, looking furious and dangerous and Silver knew that this man, who had taken Team Rocket down before, could do it again. Red had one purpose now and that was to find Green and rescue him. Silver hoped Gold was alright. He hoped to fucking god Gold was alright. Volkner stepped out and over the rubble in the hole in the wall a taser strapped to his wrist the electrocuting studs wrapped over his knuckles. The blonde gave him a dry smile.
"As soon as we step out of this place completely, we're effectively declaring war and we're going to be swarmed by grunts."
Silver nodded and Falkner held out a second bow to him. The redhead hesitant took the weapon and the quiver full of arrows. He doubted he could actually use it… Falkner loaded his own string and carefully stepped out his fingers hooked on the feathered end of the arrow, Wallace following him holding a hockey stick- Surge swore that using anything that could bludgeon a person was your best friend in war. The enemy least expected it which was why he had survived that dreadful war prior to Team Rocket's uprising in Red's life story. He looked at Volkner warily.
"Why the sudden change of heart?"
"After listening to Red's fucked up life I realised that I have nothing on that if he can fight I will too. Besides I owe Flint a knuckle sandwich; that dumbass. I hope he didn't go and get himself killed."
Volkner switched on the taser and smirked at the hiss and crackle of power that buzzed through the stunner. The hallway got a bit crowded as the rest of Hoenn and the majority of Sinnoh joined them out and Silver didn't bother making a head count knowing that as of now, they would lose more people. But they wanted to do this for the sake of doing something right. Then it made him feel better. Only a little; Red was the only one who did not hold a seriously dangerous weapon save a small knife, the one he had threatened Gold with earlier. Red held up a hand for silence and held out one finger, telling them all to stay put as he scouted ahead. Slinking round the nearest corner on the left Red slipped round. There was a moment of silence when a vicious crack and a thud followed. Red poked his head round the corner beckoning them to come.
The commander grunt laid on the floor his eyes sightless and Silver shocked took a step back. Red had… Red had killed him. Red kicked the body of the Rocket member his expression dark.
"He was my dorm mate when I was a grunt. He liked killing birds and twisting their wings off before killing them. I never thought someone as dim as he was ever going to be promoted."
Silver looked back over his shoulder, they needed to split up. One group needed to get into the stands and free the people as well as try extinguishing the flames at still burned bright and furious in the arena gates. The other would come with him to rescue Gold and Green and the other hostages- there were simply too many of them. Red toed the body of the man without any kind of emotion evident, his expression cold and pitiless.
"This is what we will do. Grunts just ignore or knock out. Kill the commanders and any higher ranking officer."
"Why?"
Sabrina frowned, clutching a knotted piece of heavy rope which made an effective mace when swung about. Red gave her almost what Silver would call a withering look. Sabrina was unphased by it and the redhead was rather surprised the Kanto gymnast was able to withstand Red's current wrath. But then again Sabrina was unusual; they all were in their own right.
"They're dangerous unlike grunts. They'll start Team Rocket again and again if we let just one go, it'll never end. No, show no mercy, they won't for us so why should we even bother with them."
"He's right."
Wallace agreed his hair frayed and untamed and Silver turned to them all. He shuddered, what happened if the enemy had guns? They would be no match. Unless they got guns themselves. The silvery eyed male had a feeling they would need to attack or ambush a large group of Rocket members in order to obtain the materials they needed. He glanced at Surge out of the corner of his eyes, the horrible sensation of wanting to just… flee swirling in his gut. But he wouldn't flee. But he felt like he'd go mad by the end of it all if he still lived.
"Surge I want to split us up into two groups. One to set the stands free and the other to come with me and Red to rescue the hostages; it will also be where I will surrender."
"You still aren't thinking of that are you!?"
Volkner growled and Silver glowered at him heatedly, the blonde would never ever understand his dilemma. Of how much he had lost already to his own damn father- the one who preferred to beat him when becoming one of his sick experiments would've been so much kinder. The blonde stood over next him.
"I'm going with you just to make sure you don't do anything stupid."
"Me too."
Falkner was looking edgily about, as if worried about something. Silver then voiced his concerns about the guns and Maylene shook her head.
"That's suicide if you want to go and wrestle some guns off some trigger happy idiots."
"Its suicide if we just walk in there unprepared for flying pellets of metal."
The redhead snapped his patience wearing thin and he was just about ready to bolt and go off to find Gold himself. He could tell by the strained tension in Red's body how much the raven haired male wanted to do just the same. Surge quickly divided them. Volkner, Falkner, Red, Wallace, Silver, Roxanne and Whitney and the rest of them would combat the grunts guarding the way into the stands. Wishing each other luck Silver watched Surge and his team leave and then turned to look down the looming dark hallway, wondering if they were going to make it out in time. He just hoped… But knowing Team Rocket he knew the detonator for the bombs would be wherever Archer was. If they found Archer, they would find the main mother-ship for the mass networking of bombs in the stadium.
"We need to go."
Red said softly, his voice betraying no fear just anticipation. He was going to find Green! Definitely! Falkner hissed his seventh sense tingling and whipped about sending his already loaded arrow flying with lightning reflexes, the sharp point spearing the grunt that had come up behind them, intending to surprise attack them; in the shoulder. The navy haired male lowered his bow looking paler than normal as the man shrieked in pain; Volkner quickly silenced the screaming man with a sharp electrifying jab to his sternum rendering the grunt unconscious. Falkner retrieved his arrow, looking thoroughly grossed out as he stuck the bloody object back in his quiver, favouring a clean one.
"AHEM~ LADIES AND GENTS~ A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT HAS BEEN MADE IN HONOUR OF THE RENOWNED PROFESSOR SAMUEL OAK, NOTABLE FOR HIS EXTENSIVE RESEARCH ON THE HUMAN PSYCHE WHO HAS JUST ARRIVED, LET US GIVE HIM A WARM WELCOME!"
Shit.
It was as if karma was a bitch times a million today. They really had the worst luck and the shittiest timing in the world. Red looked at Silver and Silver looked back, speechless. Even the rest of their team had varying degrees of distress and anger at the announcement.
Now Team Rocket was fighting their dirtiest. They had a world psychologist/ scientist and a rather prominent head figure as well at that in their bloody paws. Silver knew they couldn't afford to mess up now.
This gave him no choice but to HAVE to go give himself in to them.
Red turned to look at the fallen grunt whose partner was haring down the corridor at them after realising he had lost his buddy. Snarling at this fresh piece of breaking news Red flung his knife at the man, the sharp lethal blade sinking into the grunts' flank. The grunt felt squealing like a pig and Red turned to look at Silver his eyes wild with fear- for the first time it was fear.
Fuck.
Samuel Oak was a punctual man and liked to be on time everywhere, as soon as he had received notification of his grandson's abduction he had immediately called off his research, putting it onto a temporary hiatus he had gathered himself together and had taken the first flight he could from Kanto into Unova. He had been greeted at the airport by two men in black. They had been ever so shifty as they drove him in silence to the intimidating… smoking…
The stadium burned in all of its hellish underworld stage.
It looked like hell.
Oak had been watching the games on and off in his labs, especially Green's matches- this however… he had heard of the lockdown terror in the stadium and that any form of outside help was impossible- the army was immobilised under threat from a nuclear bomb scare and the police force couldn't even infiltrate lest they got blown up as well. Oak couldn't really believe it all until he drove past the scores of Rocket members guarding the outer shell of the stadium decked with guns of many shapes and sizes. He hoped Green would be alright. He knew it was a bad idea coming to this place- but Green was his precious grandson.
The screams of pain coming through that phone line had been excruciating and Oak had given in so easily to the pained cries of Green. He stepped out of the car and onto a death plain. It was a nightmare come true and more. Dead bodies littered the arena some were women, some were men, many of those limp cold bodies were children as the parents sat submissive and muted and shattered beyond repair as they had watched their own flesh and blood and love murdered in front of their very eyes. Static crackled in the speakers as a man with a high mocking voice commandeered the mic:
"AHEM~ LADIES AND GENTS~ A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT HAS BEEN MADE IN HONOUR OF THE RENOWNED PROFESSOR SAMUEL OAK, NOTABLE FOR HIS EXTENSIVE RESEARCH ON THE HUMAN PSYCHE WHO HAS JUST ARRIVED, LET US GIVE HIM A WARM WELCOME!"
Only that man clapped, maddened and hysterical as he laughed screeching through the mic, the people in the stadium cowed and shrank back frightened like little mice, Oak looked about, he was supposed to make the transaction here, Green for the money. He hadn't brought the money in person stating- his overly clever mind not allowing him to fall for the 'bring it in cash'- a few terms that Green better be alive by the time he arrived and the fact that he would pay up when Green was safely out of the stadium and in safe hands, away from their nasty claws.
However…
He should've foreseen their dirty play. They wouldn't and weren't going to keep their promise. This actually made the professor feel a little bit better that he hadn't actually brought the money physically. He knew it was impossible to fight; he was an old man for goodness sake he couldn't fight to save his life let alone move fast enough to do anything really. The blow came heavy and hard and Oak dropped to the dusty arena floor, hoping they still let Green go. When he came to his vision somewhat fuzzy he realised he was face to face with the last person he had ever imagined to be here- Agatha.
"Well, well, if it isn't the great Samuel?"
The iron haired hag circled him slowly, an old rival of his, it was a shame she had been such a clever woman. Oak saw his grandson now bound with ropes lying submissive, bedraggled and silent. Another male, chained this time was beside the brunette and this raven haired teen was shirtless with dry blood crusting darkly all over his strong muscled torso his half lidded eagle golden eyes glittering with hopelessness and pain. Green stirred and upon spotting his grandfather let out a quiet shriek.
"G-green!"
Oak gasped out, feeling muggy from the blow he had taken to the head, everything looked blurry now instead of fuzzy. Agatha chuckled.
"Sorry old chap. We've broken your pretty little grandson. He speaks no more."
"Don't tell me you've ripped his tongue out you-you!"
Oak struggled to find words and Agatha shook her head simpering sickly sweet at him, gently patting the older scientist on the cheek in amusement, Oak jerked away from her his mind still hazy and blank. He didn't understand, why Agatha!? She had always been a malicious and spiteful woman but never in a million years had he imagine her working for 'Team Rocket'. Agatha leered at her old enemy looking very much like an oversized toad in her saggy glory. Green whimpered pitifully- Gold rattled his chains in response, too exhausted from Proton's torture to even begin to speak.
"No…"
Oak bit out as he took in the reality of both Gold and Green's physical states. Gold lay against the wall, quietly saving up his energy now, yes he was tired and he had lost quite a bit of blood, if he managed to break free… He would have enough to fight his way out using the last of his brute strength. But Gold had been observing Archer who now stood to one side talking on his communication device to Petrel who was now back down in the stadium something about bombs and detonations. Proton was with Ariana in a corner looking out the windows into the arena, now that the fun was over and Agatha was merely having a reunion with an old 'colleague' they had simply just stood down for a break to watch Petrel restart his murderous puppet show. Oak looked at Green carefully as the way his handsome grandson's eyebrows were pinched together in pain, his lips blue and he was shivering violently.
"If you've ripped his tongue out…"
"No. We found we didn't have to resort to pulling out his lovely little tongue. As much as I'd love to have done Archer wants to sell him for high price to one of the rich tycoons who can afford human pets. Thus we need ALL of him intact."
Agatha cackled and whacked him casually with her cane in her glee.
"It is very nice to see you again Samuel. I trust you are well?"
She then bared her browning, yellowed teeth in a horrible ugly smile and Oak far too polite to look away or make some kind of reaction kept his expression perfectly neutral as he addressed the hag like witch in front of him. Green lying directly across from him looking beaten and very much like a distressed animal, his nostrils flared and the whites of his eyes showing as blatant fear rolled off the psychologist in waves. Oak couldn't forgive them for what they had done to all these poor people, trapping them and killing them and torturing them just because of their ridiculous wish for world domination.
"I am very good."
The elderly man responded, keeping his tone equal and Agatha howled with laugher. Gold glanced at the laughing old woman's' back, coming to the inevitable conclusion that every executive or higher commander in Team Rocket was officially insane. He hissed in pain as every breath his took opened up the tally chart of cuts etched into his chest again, over and over. He could tell by the way Green was pulling at his ropes whining over and over that his brilliant psychologist reduced to a mute shadow of his former self was distraught.
It had been ridiculously stupid of Green's grandfather to have come to Team Rocket; the hawkeyed male could see it written across Green's face at how he was desperately trying to tell his grandfather how he shouldn't have come and that he should've just let him die. But Oak was a true gentleman to the core and did not sever such family ties so easily.
"Let us go."
Oak stared Agatha down, the woman who had so spitefully hated him for so long, deciding gentleman or not he would never forgive such a monster of a woman to have caused so much pain.
"Let them go Agatha."
Oak grunted as her cane collided with his cheek viciously.
"Oops~ my hand slipped. Let them go? Ha! In your dreams."
"Let's go!"
"We're wasting time running in circles like this!"
"Guys I think my arm… My arm is broken. Fuck don't touch it!"
"Here, use this to make a sling."
"Let's go upstairs!"
Falkner had already lost three arrows, two had pinned a grunt to the wall and the third had hit another in the stomach, sinking deep enough to make it a horrible wound but not life threatening. The group turned the corner into the large atrium of the main west stands hall. All eyes were on them and the grunts advanced immediately engaging them in battle. Falkner was on fire, as if he were on auto he loaded and fired volley after volley of arrows, each one hitting their marks perfectly. Their enemy dropping like ripened fruit off a tree. Red had acquired another blade and was swiftly moving amongst the mass of black commanders and grunts alike, like some dark ethereal spectre, furious and frightening slitting throats and breaking necks as easily and without emotion. Whitney and Roxanne had each other's backs- the Johto martial artist pinning her opponents and leaving Roxanne to finish them off with the metal baseball bat she held, bludgeoning them into unconsciousness. Wallace and Volkner had likewise teamed up and were protecting Falkner's back as he shot his deadly barbs into the fray.
Volkner was almost as lethal as Red with his stunner, executing clever, quick strikes that paralyzed their enemy within seconds of contact. Wallace gave off a menacing aura, holding a training half javelin he speared his enemies. The atrium was filled with the cries and shrieks of the inhabitants as they fought one another knowing it was do or die. They were not soldiers but with a born desperation and the anger fuelling them to want to survive the athletes held their own favouring brute strength as their ally in the mini bloodbath that was fast unfolding in the wide space, nowhere to hide. The ricochet of a gun went off and the redhead looked about alarmed as did Falkner, frantically searching with his bow so he could take the gunman out. Finally spotting the sole gun user Falkner shot him easily, the gun falling from prone hands and Whitney pounced on it, kicking out of arms reach under a large cabinet before swivelling with an impressive display of flexibility dealt a high jump kick into a rather large grunt's face.
Silver wondered how on earth people in the face of such danger could just pull out their baser instinct and just… hurt others like this, he didn't think it was possible. He felt sick as he watched Falkner, so gentle in reality shoot a commander in the face, his lips bared in a snarl. How Wallace flew about piercing his opponents anywhere and in any manner he could. Volkner was not out for blood and instead mocked and danced round his foes. Red however in contrast was bathed in blood.
There was so much crimson all over him.
"FUCK!"
"HELP ME!"
"WHAT!?"
"NOW!"
Whitney shrieked as she ducked a swipe of a knife and Roxanne was there for her swinging out with her bat her face contorted in fury. Red was leaping about, like some mountain cat of some kind untouchable and incredible in his power as he easily destroyed grunt after grunt. Silver whipped out with his bow tripping up a pair who tried to grab Wallace as he struggled to get out of a chokehold, escaping by biting on his assailant's hand savagely.
"Thanks."
The Hoenn second gasped out massaging his throat stabbing the man who had choked him with his half javelin before turning to elbow a Rocket member in the face and then pummelling him with the butt end of the metal lance, Volkner his nose bloodied and his lip torn reeled back seeing stars and Silver let an arrow fly, hitting the blonde mans' attacker in the leg causing him to crash to the ground in alarm and pain.
There was so much blood.
It splattered across the floor amidst the battle cries and pained howls. Falkner swearing loudly as a grunt managed to overwhelm him even though said Rocket minion was pin cushioned with arrows, Volkner coming to the bluenette's rescue, his taser fully powered delivering a crackling and electrifying blow to the Rocket members' temple.
Red truly lived up to his name his Kanto athlete uniform painted crimson as were his hands and even his hair was stained with the stuff; as he stood at the other side of the atrium battling it out with a commander grunt who held a large blade himself. Silver was holding his own near Wallace as he grappled against a young grunt, a small boy, very young using his bow as his weapon. Silver didn't really know how to fight but even now he was stronger than this boy. It just felt wrong to hurt him but… Silver stepped back and swung the thicker length of the bow out, catching a heavy blow to the side of the boys' head. The young grunt dropped to the ground stunned and Silver spotting Red taking on at least three to four other black clad men drew an arrow, took aim and the sharp shaft flew straight and true to sink into one of the unsuspecting backs.
Red cut the rest down his grip slipping on the knife he dropped it in favour of taking the final grunt by his own weapon and turning it in on the man. Dropping the body Red nodded to Silver in thanks and the redhead turned his arrow on Volkner who was fiercely choking a higher ranked officer. Interesting. Silver shot him, but missed as his hands were shaking so much, Red thoroughly into the blood lust that had over taken him picked up the fallen arrow and stabbed the struggling man with it, in his eye. Shocked Silver almost dropped his bow and Falkner looked away surveying their battle field with piercing scrutiny. The man died instantly and Volkner dropped the body in disgust.
"Is everyone alright?"
Wallace panted, sporting a heavy slash on his shoulder and one of his fingers was at a crooked angle. Silver knew by looking at the digit it had been broken or dislocated. Roxanne looked the worst off being the smallest of the group, chunks of her hair was missing and her face was bloody mess from where she had been defeated before Whitney could help. Whitney was limping and her hand was bleeding from where she had blocked a knife slash. Wallace tore up one of his uniform sleeves, grateful Whitney used it to bind her hand tightly.
"We're okay…"
Falkner coughed, his weak chest still recovering from the blow it had endured. Silver knew that they couldn't afford to have such a battle the next time, they were all tiring fast and some of them already sported injuries that would hinder them.
"Quick. We need to go."
"Go where?"
"What happens if we get split up?"
"Get the fuck out of the stadium perhaps?!"
"SHUT UP! We need to find out where they're keeping the hostages!"
"I'm sorry what's happening?"
And they were all back again; human and arguing and not ruthless killers- Red paced agitated snorting like a horse. Silver was truly amazed; Falkner seeming to have picked up on his appalled train of thought sent him an apologetic smile that looked more of a contorted parody of a grimace than anything else. Silver picked up a bloodied arrow and looked at it quietly not joining in the arguments he wandered off towards the exit of the atrium, near to Red who was kicking the dead bodies aside.
There was a crackling noise and the athletes looked up at the ceiling worried slightly before returning to deciding on what their next course of action was.
The sound came again.
There was a high pitched buzzing followed by several beeps and Red sprang into action, his strange pre-cognition allowing him time as he lunged forwards tackling Silver, both of them tumbling, rolling as the atrium shook violently, fire erupting over the mouth of the ceiling as large and even massive chunks of metal and stone tumbled down. Silver gasped as he felt one of his ears tear slightly, pained feeling blood trickling out of his damaged ear, gritting his teeth he sat up but dizzily fell back down, his balance corrupted by the loss of hearing in one ear due to blood clotting inside, his bones almost humming with the aftershocks of the blast. They knew where they were. The executives were now playing with them, their mass network of bombs aiding them to just give them the advantage of blowing them up whenever they wanted. Red slowly sat up, sliding off of Silver's limp form as he did so, brushing the dust off his bloody clothes.
Silver took in his bearings from his position on the floor breathing, sucking in oxygen trying to stem the pain and regain his balance. It seemed only he and Red was trapped on this one side, all the rest were on the other or… suffered the same fate as Roxanne.
Roxanne lay under the mass of rubble that had cascaded down from the ceiling, Silver slowly got up his one good ear picking up on Whitney on the other side of the mountain of debris whimpering as she tried to get Roxanne to stay awake.
"Babe, please! Rox! Roxy! Stay awake, come on! Look at me, look at me we're going to be alright, we're going to get you out from under there! God you STUPID BITCH DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE YOUR EYES! PLEASE ROXANNE! DON'T!"
"She's fading."
Wallace muttered his voice thick and Falkner who had said nothing so far merely gave a small whispered prayer and as Whitney sobbed over the body of her crushed friend. Silver sat up and then stood shakily, testing out his mobility and found that he had regained the majority of his balance now, he didn't want to try cleaning the clot of blood in his ear lest he make it worse. He looked over at Red who was plucking distractedly, scowling darkly at his bloodied clothing. Silver looked at their only exit behind them before picking up his bow which had somehow survived the blast, it was missing chunks but still functional, he had lost all his arrows and the redhead assumed the quiver was on Falkner's side, making do with the ones still sticking unbroken out of the dead Rocket recruits (only about 5 arrows) Silver limped slightly over to the corridor that would continue both his and Red's solitary journey. Volkner called out to him his voice muffled by the rubble.
"Silver?"
"Yes?"
"Find them!"
"We will. Get out of here whilst you still can."
The silvery eyed teen promised as he looked down the corridor. The executives had done this, separating both himself and Red from the rest of their group on purpose. Red joined him his hands bare, favouring to do the next stage of their awry 'rescue' plan unarmed. Silver bit down on his dry tongue as he heard Whitney scream in anguish.
He knew where they were keeping the hostages now.