Scene 7 (Part 2) Ayria and Sanders tackled a burning Ralph to the ground. He didn't resist. "Kill me." he gasped, blood leaking from his mouth. He handed Oakley to Sanders. Sanders growled in assent; he hated killing his own fireteam, but he knew in order for Ralph to come back to full health he was going to have to do it. He quickly whipped out his shotgun and pressed it to Ralph's forehead. Ralph closed his eyes as Sanders pulled the trigger. Brains and blood sprayed everywhere. "Yuck. Too bad ressurection doesn't take away the gore." Ayria complained, reviving Ralph. "Whew. Thanks guys." Ralph said, dusting himself off. "Sorry I went out of control." "We're just glad we could stop you." Sanders ruffled his hair gently. Ayria laughed. "What are you talking about? That was insane!" She held up her hand for a high-five, which Ralph accepted. Sanders spoke up."Focus, guys! We have to get out of here." He pointed to a door that had just opened, and they sprinted along the next corridors. It opened out into a vast airspace, filled with red and orange explosions tinged with black, burning bright in the evening light. "The explosions...they are beautiful." Ayria said in awe, her hand reaching out like a child. "I can almost touch them." "Guys?" Ralph said, and Sanders turned to see Taken Phalanxes charging at them. He whipped out his Answering Chord and dodged a sphere of energy, then returned fire. Black blood splattered the walkway, and they ran on. "Our ship will meet us over there!" John said, and Sanders saw their ship way out in the distance. They jumped down and charged the remaining Taken, screaming battle cries. After wiping out a wave of Psions, Sanders gave a status check. "Everyone here and relatively unscathed, count off. One." Ralph raised his hand. "Two." They waited patiently for Ayria, only to realize she wasn't there. "Oh, COME ON!" Ralph exclaimed, frustrated. Suddenly, Ayria's voice came over the comms. It was static ridden. "Close-ship.-Taken-ian. Pl-help. It's -goi-ll-me." "Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit." They both muttered, charging toward the ship. As they drew closer, they saw Ayria lying on her back, still. A dark pool of blood surrounded her. A knife protruded from her chest. "DAMN IT! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!" Ralph shouted, slamming his hand repeatedly into a wall. Sanders' face was grim as they crouched next to her body. He gently pulled the knife free, and there was a crinkle of paper. He picked a scrap of paper from her chest, and she coughed, and blood splattered Ralph, who quickly took out a first aid kit and began to patch her wounds. Sanders focused on the scrap of paper- it seemed to have writing on it. It read, [b]Barely alive pls help her[/b] "Look at this." Sanders muttered grimly, giving Ralph the bloodied paper. Ralph skimmed it quickly. "So there is a Taken guardian." "It would appear so." Ayria coughed again, and mouthed the word 'water'. He hurriedly produced a canteen and gave it to her, and she drained it greedily. "Sorry." she croaked, and they helped her to her feet. A fresh stream of blood trickled from the stab wound, and Ralph hurriedly wrapped it in guaze. "It's ok, it's ok." he said gently, walking her to the ship. Sanders watched them go and followed, but something wasn't right. He turned around quickly, and scanned the area with narrowed eyes. Nothing. He walked briskly and entered the spaceship, and the trio soon was far away from Phobos. Sanders removed the bloody scrap of paper from his pocket and stared at it again. He frowned- in addition to the main writing, there seemed to be additional scrawl on the bottom right corner. [b]HELP ME[/b] it read. This scene seems short. I know, I hate it when people do that. My apologies :( But, the next scenes require a lot time, plus, y'know, schoolwork(Also known as self-induced torture...I cri evri tim) and all that. However, to make up for it, I have a bit of a surprise for you guys next scene! Just as kind of a thank you and an apology gift, if you will. Catch you awesome people later! -Zebra, out- Chapter Index-------> https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/157266003 The guardian watched the ship go. It had barely been able to avoid killing that girl. [i]I TOLD YOU TO KILL THEM![/i] A fresh pulse of pain washed over the guardian, and it screamed. [i]NEXT TIME, I'LL DO IT MYSELF. YOU HAVE PROVED UNABLE TO FOLLOW ORDERS.[/i] It crumpled to the ground, sobbing. This is what hell feels like, it thought.