The Original

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

BOOM!

Natalia had thrown herself to safety as soon as her beloved had given her the warning. Maile could have been blown to bits for all she cared then. Indignation and fury went pulsing hot through her veins. The sudden explosion shot out, and cries of pain and agony went ripping into the air in a violent cacophony of sounds. Bits and pieces of flesh were flung left and right, and death claimed the few that remained.

Her ears rang, and blood went seeping from her ear. Warm liquid dripping down as the woman slowly stumbled. There were nothing but groans and the stink of charred flesh. With a grunt, Natalia brought one foot down, drawing herself up. Her blaster swung up, she was not going to risk it.

However, there was nothing standing for her to shoot at. Nothing but a mass of pink, quivering charred flesh. Off at the edge to her right, there a small whimper.

Maile.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

Slevin slowly pushed himself up from the floor.

His fingers curled, blackened and charred. Blood still dripped from his shoulder, cuts had slipped deep into his flesh, he could hardly feel his skin. He frowned slightly as he slowly stood, his eyes darting towards the scorched and burned corpses on the ground. For a second he glanced towards Natalia, then towards the tiny shaking figure that hid just behind the bar. His lips thinned for a moment as he slowly shifted, taking a singular step forwards.

"I." He began, then coughed.

His voice felt torn, broken, charred as the outside of his suit. His fingers curled into fists and he stumbled slightly, catching himself on the couch. Slevin wasn't invincible, he wasn't a god. He wouldn't die simply because he refused to, but he wasn't in a good way.

"My love." His voice was a bare rasp. "Call the doctor."

Blood dripped down his arm and onto the floor.

 

[Noire]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

"Slevin!" Natalia cried out. High heels staggered over to reach over to him. It was a rare occasion that Natalia's face would blanch so. With her free hand she tapped away at her wrist comm, contacting their guards, her Little Birds and Clippers to send for aid.

Her exotic green eyes flared as the mewling, pain filled sound of a mercenary laying prone not two meters from Slevin. Without hesitation, Natalia sent two quick shots to end his miserable life. She was angry. Livid. They would all pay.

Coming beside her beloved, the blonde took stock of the damage. Her crimson lips drew thin.

"I'll make them pay, my love." she promised him then.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Natalia Thawne"]

He let out a hiss as he hand gently settled against the shard of glass that had dug into his arm.

The pressure was necessary, but that didn't mean the pain simply went away. His lips thinned, his face contorted slightly as she checked the wound, the rather grim expression on her face being more telling than anything. The shard had dug itself deep, likely severed several muscles and caused permanent damage that would have to either be repaired on the surgical table, or simply reworked in physical therapy. He scowled, his other hand balling into a fist.

What a waste of time. "Yes."

He agreed quietly with his beloved, eyes slowly sailing over the corpses within the room. A loud bang could be heard, half a dozen men marked with the skulls of the Coratanni cartel nursing into the room with a clatter of weapons. Slevin looked at them for just a moment.

"They will." He would need a new arm.

Soon.