I reached over with my one good arm, and I could feel two indentations on the back of my head. Seeing you lying there, bleeding from the back of your head with half your arm missing.” Taylor, I-I can’t even begin to tell you how worried I was. You were covered head to toe in bandages. “A woman brought you to me while the whole Scion incident was simmering down. Sadly enough, I’d gotten through much worse. My entire body was wracked in a burning agony, and a splitting headache radiated out from the back of my head.
I couldn’t feel the bugs around me - the cries and sensations of a billion lifeforms, silent for the first time in years, it was eerily quiet. I reached out to him with my arm and froze, seeing the prosthetic prop where my arm used to be. “Dad.w-where are we?” I croaked weakly as the initial surge of adrenaline faded. What I had done and was capable of warranted a kill order ten times over. I was flabbergasted, I had walked into my final battle thinking just about everything I had ever cared for was dead or lying in a smoking crater, and left it knowing I could not ever be trusted again by the world at large. My heart rate skyrocketed as my eyes swept the room, searching for danger.ĭeadly golden lights, the screams of dying men, Lab Rat, an insectoid body, Oil Rig, Gavel’s last charge, ripped apart the crazed and maniacal laughter of Scion as he slaughtered us by the dozens. My chest rattled with an intense, burning pain, and the monitors around me to begin beep furiously as I clawed at the tubes and needles sticking into my body. I bolted up frantically, throwing off a heavy object straped over my torso. The terrible, excruciating agony of being split in two by Scion, and having my arm cauterized by Lung not too long after. Two years, training and planning with the Wards to stop Jack Slash, halt the apocalypse, only to fail at the end. My deep impression of shock and horror when I watched Behemoth flash fry Regent alive. All these images quickly flashed by in succession. Lying helpless, unable to help Brian as he was splayed out and tortured by Bonesaw.ĭragon and Armsmaster revealing my identity to the world. The bank robbery, the fundraiser, holding off Leviathan in the shelter, executing Coil - my first kill. Meeting the Undersiders, people who I cherished above all else. Juice raining down on my head in the bathroom stall, soaking me from head to toe as teenage girls giggled maliciously. Shutting me in that locker, the awful, awful vomit inducing stench that caused my trigger event and landed me in the hospital. All those intimate, vulnerable moments shared with her, turned around and twisted like a knife in my stomach. The bullying, the cruelty, the anguish she had inflicted on me with Sophia and Madison. Clinging to Emma, crying on her shoulder after the fatal car accident that claimed my mother’s life.Įmma, how she turned her back on me seemingly out of nowhere.
My mother’s tender smile as I fumbled over her flute for the first time. The second hit me before I could fall, before there could be any pain. The first bullet hit me from behind, where my mask offered no coverage, and I slowly toppled.
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