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5/13/2016 2:11:35 AM
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[b][i]The bullet had not only entered his chest, but it also exited through his back- this was actually good, as he didn't have to worry about having a bullet inside. But bad, because- well, he had been shot.[/i][/b]
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"You'll hate me for doing this." He says, and jams a needle into you, a viscous foam filling the bullet wound and stopping bleeding, though it fills you with a jarring pain at first
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[b][i]He grits his teeth.[/i][/b] [i]"I've been through worst."[/i] [b][i]He spat blood onto the pavement.[/i][/b]
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"I don't doubt it. We need to get a line of Sight in the sniper."
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[b][i]Jason cut the filling out of the wound, rolled up his sleeve, revealing several archaic runes. He dripped blood into his hand and then poured it on the runes, causing a loud burst of blue flames to detonate around him. You weren't affected by the flame.. It felt, warm...? The enemies however, were decimated by the blue flames that covered the city block. The fire died down, and the enemies were slain. Jason collapsed to the blood stained pavement, blood trailing from the corner of his lips.[/i][/b]
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[b][i]He picks him up, covering the bullet wound.[/i][/b] "Which way."
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[i]"I'm sorry I left you, Mother.."[/i] [b][i]He said softly.[/i][/b]
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[b][i]He slaps you.[/i][/b] "Where the hell are we going to get you medical help!"
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[b][i]His blind eyes gained a look of recognition.[/i][/b] [i]"Medical help?"[/i]
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"Yeah. Your bleeding like he'll."
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[i]"I'll be fine in about.."[/i] [b][i]He looked down at the wound that already had veins and flesh snaking across it.[/i][/b] [i]"-two minutes tops."[/i] [b][i]He stood up, flecks up blue flame still evident on his hood and armor.[/i][/b]
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"Well, not the craziest things I've ever seen. Pretty flashy though."
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[i]"Curse of Immortality."[/i] [b][i]He gritted his teeth.[/i][/b] [i]"I would bank on the fact that I'm probably three times your age."[/i]
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"190. You?"
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[i]"Almost 540."[/i] [b][i]He said, sitting down and wiping blood from his mouth onto his sleeve.[/i][/b]
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"One man in the village I lived in was 890."
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[i]"I hope to die sooner than that."[/i] [b][i]He breathed heavily.[/i][/b]
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"Well, maybe one day." He says jokingly
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Edited by The WORLD1897: 5/14/2016 11:46:39 AM[b][i]He sighs, and pulls up his sleeve, looking at the all the runes.[/i][/b]
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"And what would those be?"
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[i]"More curses,"[/i] [b][i]He had quite a few of those, He thought.[/i][/b]
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"Damn."
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[i]"I'm an unlucky person."[/i] [b][i]Tears rolled down his cheek, and he chuckled.[/i][/b] [i]"You'd understand after you keep letting in people you love, only to outlive them."[/i] [b][i]His blind eyes were filled with sadness and dread.[/i][/b]
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"One must bear it to save others. You bear this curse so others may live."
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[i]"That's... And oddly optimistic way to look at it..?"[/i]
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[b][i]He turns, revealing the device that fired the plasma mortars on his back inbetween his shoulder blades,[/i][/b] "While it may not be your curse, it's a highly deadly and experimental weapon. No one should have it, so I keep people,from getting it."
