Chapter 2 – Tracking Death
Bloodhound's Point of View
BOOM! THUD! Bloodhound was unsure of how the shot had missed. They stared through the closely focused, precision scope just in time to see Lifeline trip around the hill side. Bloodhound was perched on a roof top of a decrepit building near the cave opening that led to Market. Bloodhound showed no sign of emotion, even if they did it could not be seen through a mask or detected through body language. Bloodhound's breathing was even and non-labored. The ring was about to close and the storm would be coming.
Bloodhound hopped down from the roof top, with little noise, kneeling as they hit the ground. They set down the Kraber on the ground and lowered their head. After a moment of silence Bloodhound raised their head, "The hunt begins." Everything Bloodhound did looked graceful and almost choreographed; like an elegant play. Bloodhound stood up, with only a Peacekeeper on their back, they took off on Lifeline's trail. Bloodhound's vision marked footprints that were about a minute away. Bloodhound was a good tracker and was able to use their tracking abilities to track enemies and even their actions.
In the distance Bloodhound could hear a drop ship inbound. Bloodhound looked up towards the area that the other Legends referred to as Three Way, where Lifeline was last spotted; they were almost there but it wasn't fast enough. They knew they had to get there faster if they were going to beat the other team to the drop. There were no more respawns left. Bloodhound was the only left on their team at this point. Gibraltar and Pathfinder took a dive off of the side of the world during their disorganized looting in Relay. Correction. Gibraltar fell down the waterfall and a botched rescue attempt made by Pathfinder sealed their demise. The storm had already hit and it was too late to retrieve their banners from their death boxes.
A sad story to those that would listen but there was no time to grieve. The fight would continue without them. Bloodhound knew they had to activate their ultimate ability. Bloodhound opened a compartment on their left arm, almost like a mini computer. They clicked a few buttons in tandem. Clenching their fists, Bloodhound then hunched their torso over a slightly, almost like they were drawing energy from deep inside their very core. Bloodhound then stood upright and began pulling their arms apart unclenching their fists. Bloodhound pulled their hands apart and released amplified red electricity. "I am Blóðhundr!" A loud roar erupted from Bloodhound's masked face. Their body engulfed in power. Bloodhound's vision plunged from full, vivid color into gray scale. The red of enemies and their footsteps stood out in their gray scale vision. "The same color of blood, which will be sacrificed as an offer to the Gods for this hunt today."
Bloodhound made haste up the hill, following footsteps, and where they had last spotted Lifeline. The timing of the footprints grew closer with each sprit. Bloodhound watched as crows were now flying around the footprints. Bloodhound reached behind them and to draw out their peacekeeper from their backside. Bloodhound was ready with their trusty weapon as they turned the corner. Turn the corner with Peacekeeper in hand and eye down sight of the shotgun they were greeted with a loud piercing noise that rang in Bloodhound's ears. Then another loud noise and another until they could no longer hear.
The noise turned into a warm slushing sound that oozed and trickled from Bloodhound's ears and the front of their skull. Vivid color came rushing back to Bloodhound's eyes, followed by a pounding, sharp pain. Everything then turned black and silent. The color drained from their world as Bloodhound dropped to their knees and then fell face first into hard dirt and below. The ground smelt of mix of copper and earth, "Probably from my blood mixing with the ground below me." A fleeting thought as Bloodhound faded away. A faint, familiar voice is distance, almost an echo announces the champion squad.
Frantically their heart races like it is trying to catch up with the time it had missed out on. This feeling never changes. Blood rushes through their veins and arties, giving Bloodhound life at light speed. Without warning radiant light returns to their eyes, or rather the eyewear of Bloodhound. A bright and almost pounding light took a moment from them to adjust to. Just for a moment Bloodhound felt like their heart was pounding in their head; a primal beat which slowly faded. Everything finally slowed down. The disorientation wore off and Bloodhound was aware of their surroundings. Everything was quiet except the light hum of the transport ship. "Maybe this is why everyone was so quiet at the end of the match, they were just trying to get reoriented to reality. Their bodies were trying to reestablish their link with reality."
