Chapter 5 - Life And Death
A gunshot followed by a piercing scream rang out from the alleyway. Two men lay motionless on the ground, one polluting the water in which he lay with blood.
"Shit... What have I done...?!"
A slim figure in a long, flowing purple coat ran from the two still figures to the nearest payphone.
"Th-there's two people lying in an alley... I-I.. I don't know how much time we have..."
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Nick saw himself slumped against the wall, half-sitting, half-lying. The water that surrounded him was a vivid red. Blood.. So much blood...
A man in a black coat lay on the ground a short distance from him. He held a pistol in his left hand and had a knife strapped to his belt. Glass shards surrounded him, gathering rain in the ongoing downpour.
A figure in a purple coat stood over the two of them, crying at the sight of the scene laid out before it. Nick walked over the two bodies and observed the figure more closely. A young woman hiding behind long pink hair stared straight past him through tearful eyes. Nick could no longer contain his thoughts.
"Excuse me, but what the hell am I doing watching myself bleeding to death?!"
The lady continued to be unaware of his existence. Nick felt all of his emotions drain away, replaced by emptiness. Was he... dead?
The rain continued to fall, passing through Nick and denying him the pleasure of feeling anything.
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Nick's eyes jolted open as his body was subjected to large amounts of electricity. Machinery surrounded him where he lay, people tending to them as if it was a matter of life and death. Needles were stuck in his skin, wires surrounding him completely.
"If we don't get it out of there, he'll die for sure!"
"I told you, he's no longer sedated, it wou-"
"Well get him back under anaesthetic, he can't die because of your mistakes!"
A silhouette against the bright light placed a mask over Nick's face. He tried to resist, but he didn't have the strength. His vision faded out to black, to eternal darkness.
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"Sir, Drake has failed in his mission to capture Black."
Darke continued to stare at the chrome sphere on his desk. The back of his chair still faced the bearer of bad news.
"...I see. Has his sphere broken?"
"We believe it has, sir."
"..Very well. You may leave."
As the worker left, Darke removed his black glasses. A look of frustration and anguish crossed his amber eyes.
End of chapter 5