You Bleed Just To Know You're Alive [Lyssa]

[Semper Capone]

The feel of sweet surrender. To just lie there and give up; letting the rain fall on me as though my body was already a part of the earth again, rotting and decaying in the soil. It made no difference if I stayed there or not -- either way I was sure to die. But how long did I have? The seconds were slipping away slowly like dew dripping off the leaf of a flower, being absorbed into the earth as though it had never existed in the first place. That was soon to be me. Remember man you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

I slowly opened my eyes, watching the rain hit the dark pavement at an angle, tiny droplets splashing up and glittering like sparks in the pale amber light of the street lamp. The sweet, cool smell of rain filled my rattling lungs, soothing my aching and tensed muscles. As I lay face-down on the wet asphalt, a thought occurred to me: Is this how I want my last few moments to be? All alone, out in the rain on a street? No..... no.

My cheek scraped against the ground as I lifted my head, blinking to clear my vision of water. Chicago was here somewhere; they had gotten her, too. They had tortured her, too.... I think. I never saw what they had done to her. Flashbacks crossed my mind of being strapped down, all sorts of knives slicing and gouging my skin. If they had done all that to her, I wanted to find her before she.... she....

Placing my right hand on the ground at my side, I gave a hoarse yelp as my left arm touched the rough asphalt. I turned to look at it, realizing with horror that my hand had been severed off; blood was all over my arm and mixing with the water both on my skin and the pavement, giving off a sickening coppery smell. I cringed, feeling the back of my throat burn with the wretched taste of bile. I was used to the smell and sight of blood back at the slaughter house, but human blood was different. The scent was heavier and filled the air more, leaving me nearly gasping for air. My throat felt constricted, anyway, from seeing the purple-blackish stump on my arm, so I was left hyperventilating and wheezing for any spare clean bits of air, but the rain covered it all.

Using only my right arm and what little strength I had left, I shakily pushed myself up off the ground, drawing my aching legs up underneath me to keep me upright and close to the ground. My shirt had several tears in it ringed with dark red stains, lighter in some areas due to the fabric being soaked through. The rainwater was stinging the gashes and deep slices in my skin, burning and biting and forcing me to set my jaw tightly in an attempt to alleviate the searing pain.

"Chicago..." I called out quietly and hoarsely, unable to get my voice any louder than hardly a whisper. I took a deep intake of air; a rush of coolness filling my burning lungs. Just saying her name had left me utterly breathless. I held my stump-arm against my chest as if I could protect it that way. "Chicago... wh-where are y-... you....?"

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The street was empty. Deserted, except for a young girl lying on the ground, bleeding out slowly. She let the tears fall freely as she lay battered and broken on the cold, gritty asphalt in the pouring rain. Chicago could feel the searing pain burning in her sides, her abdomen, her thighs and down one side of her head. Every part of her body screamed with pain, and she just wanted to give in.

She couldnt remember much as she put up a half-willed fight against unconciousness that she was close to bowing down to. All she really recalled was the determination that she had had to not let the people who had done...this...any satisfaction, not let them see just how much pain she was in. As much as it felt like she had ultimately failed, she was breifly comforted by the fact that she had at least tried, biting down on her tongue, willing herself to not let out anything more than a yell when she wanted to scream and cry each time they created a new wound on her body with all their knifes and such.

Her eyelids began to feel like they weighed a tonne, and it would be so easy, so great to just give in and let sleep wash over her for a moment. Chicago was tired and sick of fighting all the time, of having to be, or having to pretend to be tough, invincible, unbreakable. Today seemed to have most certainly proved that she was not one of those things, so to bow down to the urge to drift off to a land of nothingness sounded like bliss. She wouldn't have to pretend anymore. Her mind made up, Chicago began to inch towards sleep. Suddenly a thought niggled at her, like that one ray of sunlight that cuts through the fog and gets in your eyes. ...If she closed her eyes now, she wouldnt wake up. Not waking up meant she had no chance of ever seeing Semper alive ever again. He was around here somewhere....hopefully. He just had to be....she had to know if they had...if they..if they had left him alive...

The young girl rolled slowly from her back onto one of her sides, in an effort to get some kind of leverage or stability so she could push herself up. The still falling rain stung the cuts on her face and soaked her bloodstained clothes, and had soaked her hair which was now plastered to her face, to the back of her neck and down her back. As she moved one of her legs underneath her, she scraped it along the road, pushing loose gravel into the tender flesh that was now exposed thanks to a rather large knife. The contact of her raw wound with the rough ground beneath her pulled a cry of pure agony out of her throat. Sobs escaped her as she leaned her forehead against the road, trying to muster up every once of possible strength she had left to keep moving and praying to ever god and goddess out there that she didnt pass out.

Taking a shaky breath, Chicago braced herself and moved her leg again, being as careful as possible, and winced at the pain that shot up her leg as she moved it. Trying her best to ignore it, she tried not to make to many sudden movements. She had lost a lot of blood and was fighting off dizzyness, but was determined to not just lie there and bleed out on the street anymore. She looked around frantically, taking shallow breaths as she searched for any sign of the tall blond haired boy she loved. "Semper...?" the call was feeble and not likely to be heard as it disappeared into the rain. Her voice was gravelly and it took a great deal of effort to try to call out louder. "Semper...Babe? ....I-I....can you hear me?"

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notes: *sobbing uncontrollably* Hope that was okay D'x *blows nose noisily into tissues*[/size]

[Semper Capone]

In all the horror films, there's always a deserted street where the murderer or monster appears and terrifies people. The dark, isolated street is where the first death tends to happen, and it's the event that launches the movie into other streaks of psychopathic occurrences. The victim, always unsuspecting, is usually by them self and there's absolutely no one around to help them as death creeps closer, and closer, and closer....

I figured that that was where I was: alone in the street, out in the rain, bleeding to death. Looking down at my arm, I saw the layers of skin, the purple-red pulpy flesh around the jagged edges of bone from where the teeth of the saw had snagged it, and the dark marrow on the inside. The sight was grotesquely repulsive, and I felt my stomach tighten as if I were going to vomit, but I didn't. There was nothing in my stomach, so all I could do was dry heave, though it did bring an awful coppery taste into my mouth. Spitting it out onto the pavement, I noticed my saliva had mixed with blood, and that wasn't a good sign. Maybe some of those gouges had gone a hell of a lot deeper than I had thought..... fuck.

My right eye began to sting, so I blinked multiple times, but the burning wasn't going away. I raised my hand -- rather, the only hand I had left -- and rubbed it, noticing streaks of blood on it when I pulled it away. Furrowing my brows, I fingered along my temple, finding an awfully tender spot just above my right eye. There quickly followed a throbbing in my head from the bruise -- I assumed it was a bruise with a cut, anyway -- being touched. I closed my eyes tightly until the panging died down, allowing me to think coherently again.

It was then that I heard the scream. My heart nearly stopped it's frantic pumping and my blood ran cold. "Chicago--" My breath caught in my throat as I gasped, looking around in the pouring rain to find her. She was alive, thank God, but she sounded like she was in pain. A lot of pain.

The very thought of her being in the same state that I was just tore me apart as much as those fucking people had done to both of us. I didn't even know what they had done to her and already I could feel tears stinging the backs of my eyes. I wanted to just hold her, let her know that I was there, and tell her that everything would be alright even though I knew it was a lie.

I forced myself up onto shaking legs, wobbling and trudging nearly blindly over to where she was, dragging my feet along the way. I tried to keep my head down to keep my vision from greying out, but the blood and water running down my face got into my eyes, blurring my vision anyway.

I fell to my knees a few feet away from her, more from exhaustion than having actually reached her. Dragging myself that last little distance, I reached out with my good arm, pulling her into me despite the sharp stabs of pain the sudden contact with my wounds gave me. But I honestly didn't give a damn. Chicago was still alive, all injuries aside. The love of my life was still breathing, and I couldn't control the tears that started running down my face, mixing with the rain and blood while I kept my eyes shut tightly, cherishing every moment I had with her right now. I had been so utterly terrified when I didn't know where she was, and now that I did, I didn't want to let her go. I didn't want to lose her again so something like this reoccur. "I'm so s-sorry, Chicago.... I'm so sorry..." My voice was weak and wavering, openly displaying the distress I was in.



((It was more than okay. It was poifect. :'3 <'333 ))

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Chicago was still sitting in the same spot in the middle of the road, rain still pouring down on her. She was freezing cold, but she was certain that wasnt just from lying in the downpour for goodness knows how long. She didnt know what to do. Everytime she tried to move, she agitated a wound or got dizzy. Her brain didn't register the faint sound of footsteps behind her, but she did flinch when she felt a hand wrap around her arm, but its like her sixth sense was still intact, because she didnt feel threatned or in danger.

Being pulled into an embrace, she let herself lean into the person, who she just knew was Semper, distraught sobs wracking her slight frame. There was so much emotion in those tears, she couldnt process it all. Chicago was overjoyed that the love of her life was still alive, that he was here, but there was so much pain between them both it just ripped her apart. To know that the people who hacked at her with every sharp instrument possible, had done the same to Semper, it was too much to take. As she sat there in Semp's embrace, shivering with cold and loss of blood, crying quietly into his chest, as she heard his tears, her pain was irrelevant, even though there was so much of it. All she wanted to do was take that pain away and make everything better for him, because for her, there was no greater torture than seeing Semper in so much pain and discomfort.

As Chicago heard Semper apologise, she shook her head, and shifted in his arms, trying not to agitate her wounds too much. She cupped his face with her hands, gently forcing him to look her in the eyes. She knew her eyes were red and she had dried blood stuck to her face, but she didn't care as she spoke in a gravelly voice, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. "D-don't apologise baby.....you did n-nothing wrong....alright? ...N-none of this...is your f-fault....you hear me?"

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Notes: Is blubbering like a blubbery thing that blubbers alot DDD'x
Listening to: Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade[/size]

[Semper Capone]

I could feel her shaking as I held her tightly against me, and it made me hold onto her the same way I would if I was told that I would lose her forever if I let go. Chicago looked just as awful as I felt: there was blood all over her, and it was obvious that she was in pain.... so agonizingly obvious.....

I held onto her tighter, but it wasn't tight enough. I felt like she could just slip through my embrace at any moment, only to leave me by myself. The mere thought of her dying in my arms was enough to make me terribly fearful, and I started shaking, too. Though my left arm was trembling the most; probably from the short-circuiting nerves that were in the raw, black-purple stump of my forearm. It felt strange not being able to touch her with my dominant hand since it was no longer there.

When she held my face and made me turn to look at her, I couldn't bear it. I couldn't face her knowing that I wasn't there to protect her and keep all this from happening to her. If I could take her place, take all her wounds onto myself, put all her tears into my eyes, I would have done it in a heart beat. She was telling me that this wasn't my fault, but I still thought it was. I shut my eyes tightly for a moment, leaning lightly into her hands, and then opening them again. I believed every hoarse word she was saying, but I couldn't get rid of the stabbing guilt. "I coulda... I coulda s-stopped 'em from gett-in' you, though..." I tried to be strong for her, but my will was so beaten down and broken.... there was no way I could be even remotely strong. There were too many thoughts running through my head right now to think straight and it was no use arguing at a time like this, so I simply gave into what she said. I didn't do anything wrong and it's not my fault. I nodded to let her know that I understood what she was saying, much to my regret. I still thought it was my thought, though....

Keeping my left arm around her, I brought my right hand around, shakily and lightly holding onto her hand and pulling it down off my face, clutching it to my chest. "They d-didn't cut off an-anythin', did they?" I asked hesitantly, almost scared to hear the answer, but my voice was more steady. She still had both her hands, but what about her feet? I didn't want to show her my stump, but maybe she could already feel on her back where my forearm abruptly ended and there was no hand caressing her.

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