Tears of blood
Ch. 5
Tank was baffled by what he was seeing. How the fuck could this happen to him!
" Richtofen! What the FUCK is going on here!" he roared, enraged. Richtofen pushed Nikolai away, despite the hurt expression painted on the Russian's face. The nazi yelled back in his feminine high pitched voice,
"Nozhing happened! Zhis fool jumped onto me!" he screetched, a tear rolling down his cheek. Tank didn't hear, nor did he really give a flyin shit about what the nazi said. It was payback time. Tank turned his attention to the Russian, who was trying to walk out of the room without creating a disturbance. He ran at the drunk man, throwing a punch into his chest. The russian stumbled, but refused to fall over. He glared at Tank, eyes flickering with anger.
"So that's how it is, da?" he asked, "Fine! Let's dance, you filthy capitalist!" he threw a punch at Dempsey, who dodged with ease and brought his fist back into Nikolai's chest. The Russian took the opportunity to crack Dempsey's jaw with his knuckles. The two men fought on the floor, punching, kicking, reduced to animals, scrambling around, as if fighting over a mate. It was until a few moments later that Tank finally got Nikolai good, in the face. The Russian fell, to the ground, unconscious.
Dempsey turned back to Richtofen, who stood up and ran back down the hall towards the teleporter. He jumped into it, rapidly pushing the buttons to activate the teleporter.
"Gott verdammt! Vork already!" he yelled as Tank sprinted after him. The teleporter finally activated itself. But it was already too late. Dempsey dove in as they were teleporter to the projector room. The doctor desperately stumbled away from Dempsey, still trying to recover from the teleport. Dempsey recuperated much quicker, and grabbed the Nazi's shoulder and turned him around to face him. He wrapped his huge hands around Richtofen's small neck, pressing him against the wall. The German fought back desperately and kicked at Dempsey, trying to control the situation. Figures. The man always wanted to be in control.
"Nein! D-Dempshey!" he cried, prying at the American's fingers. " Shtop! It vasn't me! Please!" he begged. He heard Dempsey whisper something into his ear,
" You fucking traitor! I should've never trusted you!" he growled,
"Dempshey, please!" Richtofen begged, his world beginning to become hazy the longer that Dempsey held him in this position,
" I loved you, god damnit! And now you go and fuck with Nikolai!" His voice got louder and louder,
"D-Dempshey, Shtop!" Richtofen cried, his body becoming numb as he stopped flailing, ready to just give up and die.
There was no way out now.
Doctor Richtofen was a dead man.
He suddenly felt something hard collide with Tank's head. He heard Dempsey cry out in pain and release him, falling to the floor, unconscious. Richtofen stumbled, no longer supported by Dempsey's weight and the wall as he too, fell to the ground. The world was still incredibly hazy for him. He didn't recognize it when a figure leaned over him, stroking his cheek as he was lifted off of the ground and into the strange person's arms. He didn't care, really, who was carrying him in such a bridal-like style. He nestled into the person's chest. He looked back at Dempsey, who laid there, very still.
And then... he was suddenly afraid. Afraid that the stranger had killed Dempsey... What if... what if he had?
Richtofen's thought was interrupted when the teleporter reactivated suddenly, and they were all teleported back to the lobby. The person carrying Richtofen walked upstairs and set him down on the sofa and began inspecting the Nazi for any wounds.
The hat... The thin, small mustache... Richtofen was shocked,
" T-Takeo?"