The needle narrowly missed Penn's throat, as he jumped sideways away from Wash. Penn tried to get behind him, but Wash whipped around and stabbed again. This time Penn grabbed Wash's hands before the needle hit his face.
Penn was pushed to the floor, with Wash on top of him. Penn was trying to keep the sharp object out of his face, but his arm impeded his efforts. Penn allowed Wash's hands to slip free and the force made Wash fall forward.
Penn rolled to the side, avoiding the needle yet again. He got to his feet, as Wash did the same. The two eyed each other, before Penn bolted out of the room with Wash at his heels.
The two freelancers ran down the hall, scaring a shit ton of marines along the way. Penn rounded a corner as Wash skidded around, not seconds behind him. Penn felt something heavy hit his back, before he was against the ground again.
Penn rolled so he was looking up. Wash was on top of him again, still holding the needle. He thrust downward, but Penn used his legs to kick Wash forward. The needle flew from his hands, as Wash was thrown off of Penn.
Wash scrambled across the floor, toward the blood stained medical tool. Penn was up first however, and kicked Wash in the gut. While Wash was stunned Penn went for the needle. Right as he was about to pick it up, a fist collided to the left side of his head, throwing him sideways.
He rolled a few feet before stopping, and seeing Wash about to pick up the needle. Penn shot to his feet and ran at Wash. He slammed into the other freelancer knocking them both to the floor. But this time Penn was on top.
He started landing hits to Wash's face. He kept punching as he felt the wall of anger start to overpower him. He tried to fight it, but most of his concentration was on Wash. The red haze started to consume him, until nothing was left but anger.
Penn pulled back his fist for another punch, but Wash kicked him forward. Penn landed on his back, as Wash started getting up. The two stood and faced each other. Wash had blood smeared across his hands, and face. Blood was also trickling from a cut above Penn's eye.
Wash was the first to move, in the manor of a sprint towards Penn. Penn ran head first toward Wash and they collided, each grabbing the others fists. Penn and Wash struggled against each other's strength. Bringing his knee into Wash's gut, Penn gained the advantage.
He continued to ram Wash into a nearby wall, before attacking his face. Penn started connecting his fist with Wash's face, again and again. Wash was able to catch Penn's fist, and he twisted downward causing Penn to go to his knees. Wash loaded up, and sent a fist crashing into Penn's face.
Penn was thrown back ward, and Wash advanced forward. He walked up to the now prone Penn, and looked down at him. He didn't attack however and instead walked away. Wash knelt down, and picked up the needle, then proceeded to walk back over to Penn who was still on the ground.
Wash was about to plunge the needle into Penn's back, when a voice rang out, deterring his focus.
"Put the weapon down and get on the ground! NOW!" A group of marines stood behind him, all holding pistols. Wash acted like he was dropping the needle, but instead he charged into the group.
Penn started slowly getting up, and he groaned. The force of Wash's hit had returned him to his normal self. He looked up and saw the carnage that was Wash murdering multiple marines. Blood splashed each time Wash swung the needle.
Penn stood up, and ran at the crazed freelancer. He managed to save a marine from the deadly point, as he collided with Wash. Penn felt a sharp pain in his uninjured arm. He go on his knees, and looked to his arm.
When he had hit Wash, the needle had embedded itself into his bicep. Tightly gripping the needle Penn pulled out quickly, letting out a grunt. The needle came free, along with a trail blood that oozed down his arm.
Penn looked up in time to Wash's knee in front of his face. He felt the pain as another blow was landed to his head. Penn was on his back in a second, and the needle was quickly coming toward his face.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO
The pelican entered the hangar bay, and landed on the ground. Tex was the first off the ship, followed by Carolina and the rest of the freelancers. They were met with blaring alarms and warning lights.
"What the hell is going on here?" York asks, stepping off the pelican.
"I'm not sure, but it can't be good." North responds. They walk out of the hangar, and into a long hall. A group of marines pushed past them, running full sprint. Carolina grabbed one, and spun him around.
"Where are you going soldier?" Carolina interrogated.
"Agents Washington and Pennsylvania are fighting, the Director has ordered all personal use lethal force." The marine says, before running off.
"Wash and Penn? It can't be." York says. His comment is unheard though, as the freelancers are already sprinting down the hall, following the marines.
"Why do I even try?" York says to himself, before sprinting after them.
Screams can be heard as the freelancers get closer to the action. They find themselves in the mess hall, and stand speechless.
Wash is covered in blood, and swinging a needle at Penn, who doesn't look much better. Wash swings again, but Penn grabs his wrist and twists. The needle drops to the floor, before Wash smashes Penn in the face with his elbow. Stumbling back, Penn catches himself on a table.
Wash charges forward, but is stopped when two strong arms grab him. Tex steps in front of him.
"This is for your own good." She says, before punching him in the face. Wash's head drops like a rock, as Maine picks him up. He carries Wash toward the med bay.
Penn is still leaning on the table, when the others come up to him.
"What happened?" Carolina asks. Penn tries to stand on his own, but dots fill his vision when he does. He falls forward, and can feel hands catching him before darkness engulfs him.
A/N
Hey guys! Im sorry for the long wait, but this chapter kinda stumped me. I still don't like it very much, and im sorry its short, I wanted to give you guys something. Anyway, thanks for reading!