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Like Mother, like son.
Like Father, like daughter.
Chapter six:
They searched bars for information all night. Between them in twelve hours they cleared out nearly 50 bars with no luck. They were both tired. They were about to give up hope when they reached one of the most horrifying corners of Down Below. It was dark cold and dirty. It was filled with prostitutes carrying on with customers and gangs. While they filed through to an abandoned corner, they saw an elderly woman being beaten. Silently, the two rushed to her aid. Susan swung her leg, her heel digging deep into the belly of one of them, causing him to loose consciousness.
Michael was also dealing with his own opponents. He directed punches at several men. With only two standing, one took out a knife and stabbed Susan in the stomach. She fell to the ground. Irma rushed to her side using basic first aid to try to slow the bleeding. Michael felled his opponent and the man who had struck Susan with the knife. Wordlessly, he and Irma used his cloak and jacket to Susan's flat belly. She was conscious and in extreme pain but she didn't so much as moan.
Michael watched silently as Irma stroked Susan's hair as if she were a child, softly telling her what a brave girl she was, as if Susan had fallen off her bike as a child and was silent. But she had been stabbed and unless they got her to medlab she was going to die.
Like Mother, like son.
Like Father, like daughter.
Chapter six:
They searched bars for information all night. Between them in twelve hours they cleared out nearly 50 bars with no luck. They were both tired. They were about to give up hope when they reached one of the most horrifying corners of Down Below. It was dark cold and dirty. It was filled with prostitutes carrying on with customers and gangs. While they filed through to an abandoned corner, they saw an elderly woman being beaten. Silently, the two rushed to her aid. Susan swung her leg, her heel digging deep into the belly of one of them, causing him to loose consciousness.
Michael was also dealing with his own opponents. He directed punches at several men. With only two standing, one took out a knife and stabbed Susan in the stomach. She fell to the ground. Irma rushed to her side using basic first aid to try to slow the bleeding. Michael felled his opponent and the man who had struck Susan with the knife. Wordlessly, he and Irma used his cloak and jacket to Susan's flat belly. She was conscious and in extreme pain but she didn't so much as moan.
Michael watched silently as Irma stroked Susan's hair as if she were a child, softly telling her what a brave girl she was, as if Susan had fallen off her bike as a child and was silent. But she had been stabbed and unless they got her to medlab she was going to die.