Post by Xaier McCaine on Feb 19, 2016 11:49:45 GMT -5
Quickly now, or we might lose him! Check all vitals.
He has sharpnel lodged in his chest, don't touch it!
We have a lot of work ahead of us, It's going to be a long night..
Xaier's body rest upon a stretcher, his emerald iris' staring groggily toward the ceiling. Brifht lights flashed by as a group of doctors and paramedic's surrounded him, hauling his body through the hospital hallways and into his own private room within the local hospital's Emergency ICU. The young male's brain was still trying to piece together what exactly had happened.
Foggy visions slipped into his cloudy head, flashes of images from the moments before he suffered the wound which had now hospitalized him. Xaier remembered standing up on the rooftop of a building. He remmebered Luca and Alexai being there, along with Ira and Tatiana, formerly known as Zoe. He also remembered watching Austin Huntsman's decapitation and subsequent self-detonation.
That was what had happened. He remembered looking down to see a shiny red shard sticking out of his chest. His glassy eyes widened at thw realization that he had nearly died. His body bega to shake, his breathing rapidly picked up and he began to struggle without even realizing it. He could feel the paramedic's fighting to keep him still, to prevent him from damaging hia body further.
He's beginning to panic. We need to put him under! Get the Anastasia!
Before he knew it a mask was placed around his face. And as he began to take in the sleeping gas, his eyes grew weary and his heart rate settled as he soon slipped into a deep sleep.
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"Get up, kid. You're stronger than this! You're a McCaine!"
"I-I'm trying! S-So exhausted.."
"No excuses, damn it! Get on those two feet, RIGHT NOW!"
"Jeez- Y-you're acting like this is life or death.."
"Because if you don't train like it is life or death, your enemies will best you when it is indeed life or death. NO MORE TALKING! GET UP!"
The silver haired teen stared toward him face, chest down and resting on his hands, Xaier would suck air into his legs as he pushed through the sharp pain in his chest where his father had just struck him. It seemed his father's military mindset had kicked in again. The young boy didn't mind though. Even though it was tpugh to train with his dad, he knew it would benefit him greatly.
Grunting, the shirtless teenager lifted his sweaty, bruised body back up onto his feet while doing his best to stand up straight. His father was already moving, leading with a feint and the young McCaine boy fell for it, watching as his father switched his kick into a spinning back kick. His heel buried itself in his chest again, sending him back and o to the ground, sliding across the slick wooden surface.
"Fight through the pain! Cmon! GET BACK UP XAIER!"
The pain that shot through his chest was becoming unbearable. Tears were forming at the corner of his eyes, but he couldn't give up. With shaky legs the emerald eyed teenager would stand once again only to find his father pushing forward. Xaier's arms would flail out to strike away the straight thrusting punch his father attacked with. He would successfully knock it aside, but would feel his father's free hand grasp his throat and hoist him off his feet. Backwards he would move until he felt his body collide with the wall behind him, his father's grasp tightening upon hia throat.
"Carelessness! I trained you better than this!"
There was a fire burning in his chest, his lungs working overtime to try and keep oxigen flowing, which was becoming increasingly difficult with every passing second. And then he felt it.An odd sensation he had never felt before. A burning and tingling from within his chest and a rage that seemed foreign even to Xaier. His teary emerald eyes would shift downward past his father's muscular arm to see a red glow emanating from his chest.
Out of nowhere, with strength he wasn't aware he possessed, Xaier's arms would thrust forward and his palms would connect with his father's chest, launching his elder across the room and watching as he slid until he came to a halt against the wall. Xaier himself dropped to the ground, gasping for air as those emerald hues looked downward again. That red hue was slipping over his entire body now. He felt as if he was on fire.
"T-there it is.. I felt it within you. Something you didn't have before.. S-something strong. Y-you arent the same.."
"What is this!? Dad.. W-What's happening!?"
"Y-you've been t-tainted, Xaier.."
"W-Who was that!?"
The voice came out of no where, but echoed around the room as he stared toward his downed father. He would decide to step forward. But it seemed his father wasn't hearing this ghastly scream. Or at the very least, chose not to respond to it in any way. Again he would hear the scream and it seemed that every time he heard it, the aura surrounding him grew larger. As he stepped closer toward his father, the reddish aura burst forward from his chest, consuming his father's body within a thick crimson cloud.
With little time for his mind to fully grasp what was happening, a form stepped forward through the thick cloud. Thick, longish dirty blond hair. A single commanding hazel hue and an eye-patch covering the other. Clothed only in a pair of slightly baggy grey jeans, the familiar figured continued to move toward Xaier as he stared in awe.
Austin Huntsman, the one who he had idly stood by and watched get executed by Tatiana on Alexai's orders. The same one who sacrificed his body to try and get his own revenge. It was beginning to come back to him now. Stuttering images of this male's body ripping itself apart before Xaier had been struck down. But if he was here, this wasn't real. What did it all really mean? What was happening to him?
"You. You just watched them butcher me.. Do you even feel guilty for it!?"
"Y-yes! I didn't want to be there in the first place. I never eanted to see them kill someone.."
"You didn't try to stop it! You didn't even say a damn thing.. You're just as guilty as the others. A coward. Too afraid to stand up to tyrants.."
"It's not like that! I mean- What could I have done!?"
"Coward.. Coward! COWARD!"
"They would have killed me too.."
COWARD! COWARD! COWARD!!
Xaier remained still as the ghastly vision of Knuckles swept toward him screaming as it did. It paused in front of him though and Xaier watched as Austin threw his arms wide. His head rolled bsck and then off, dropping to the floor and bouncing backwards. His body then began to boil, pulsate before exploding like it had under the dome.
The green eyed boy's body was shocked by the energy that blew out from Austin's phantom. However when he felt the shock again, the room around him darkened, before flickering and then dissipating all together. Bright lights and blurred vision soon accompanied him as he slowly came out of his induced sleep.
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"Can you tell me your name?"
"Xaier.. McCaine."
"Excellent. Doesn't seem to be any memory loss. Do you remember what happened?"
"...Yes."
"Well, to be blunt. You're lucky to be alive. Any further down and toward the right and the shrapnel could have pierced your heart or severed an artery."
"Oh good. Lucky me.."
"Unfortunately, there were a couple large pieces we were unable to extract. Deemed too dangerous by the surgeon. It is going to be uncomfortable and could be potentially damgerous under the right circumstances. But over all, after a couple weeks, you should be back to normal for the most part."
"Thank you..
"I'll be back in a little while to check in on you. In the mean time, you should get some rest. Oh, Also I was requested to give you these- They were delivered by the Apostles. Anyways, Take it easy."
Xaier would slowly shift his eyes toward the duffle bag at the side of his bed. He wasn't about to reach for it. But the zipper was slightly undone. What he could see almost made him queezy. Something that looked like an eye-patch and what looked to be a vest of some kind. The Apex Warrior patch could be seen clear as day. The gear must have been confiscated from Austin before he was captured, the rest probably gathered from his corpse.
His emerald hues would slip behind his eyelids as they closed. The young Apostle couldn't allow himself to think about it. Not after the experience he had just went through inside his head. Instead, Xaier would opt to try and take the nurses's advice and get some sleep. That is, if his brain would even allow him.
It didn't take long for him to realize that wasn't going to happen. With a sigh, he would begin to contemplate his recent choices. Was he really being a coward by siding with the Apostles? To him, it seemed more true than ever that a lot of these people trapped within the wall might indeed deserve it. Especially if they were willing to go as far was Knuckles had been. Sure, even he would admit there were a lot of innocent people caught up in the mix. But overall, Xaier was beginning to believe he wasn't on the wrong side of things. Maybe this really was the only way to weed out the trouble makers and clean these streets up.
Xaier would eventually come to a decision on his own terms. He would recover and then continue to work under Alexai and Luca. Law and order was the only way to quell the growing violence. As barbaric as it was, hopefully Knuckles execution would deter many from attempting to do the same. Realistically though, Xaier knew retaliation was likely to follow in some form. The young male just hoped that he was ready when the time came.
So long as he gave himself time to heal and continued to work hard under Luca Walker's tutelage, Xaier knew that his ability learn and grow would be exponential. Xaier would show these people what an Apostle was to be. He knew that if he remembered his fathers words and stuck to it, he would become one of the greatest warriors to defend this city.
In his mind, Xaier knew it wouldn't be long before these gangs and agitators knew him by name. Not only would they learn his name, they would learn to fear his justice. He wanted nothing more than to be peaceful. But he knew that was a naive train of thought. Peace would come, but not before the storm ran it's course.
No matter how hard it gets.. No matter how much blood has to be spilled.. Things need to change. Someone needs to make it change.. I have to be that someone, I know I can do it. I WILL do it.. But these people aren't going to just give up. So I'll just have to get so strong that they don't have any choice in the matter..
A yawn would escape his lips. Finally he was feeling groggy again. New motivation coursed through his damaged and weary body, but even that wasn't enough to keep him from drifting off into a slumber. With another large yawn, Xaier would close his eyes again and fall back to sleep.
(OOC: In process of reworking items)
He's losing blood, but not as bad as it could be.
He has sharpnel lodged in his chest, don't touch it!
She's right. Pull it and he will bleed out.
We have a lot of work ahead of us, It's going to be a long night..
Xaier's body rest upon a stretcher, his emerald iris' staring groggily toward the ceiling. Brifht lights flashed by as a group of doctors and paramedic's surrounded him, hauling his body through the hospital hallways and into his own private room within the local hospital's Emergency ICU. The young male's brain was still trying to piece together what exactly had happened.
Foggy visions slipped into his cloudy head, flashes of images from the moments before he suffered the wound which had now hospitalized him. Xaier remembered standing up on the rooftop of a building. He remmebered Luca and Alexai being there, along with Ira and Tatiana, formerly known as Zoe. He also remembered watching Austin Huntsman's decapitation and subsequent self-detonation.
That was what had happened. He remembered looking down to see a shiny red shard sticking out of his chest. His glassy eyes widened at thw realization that he had nearly died. His body bega to shake, his breathing rapidly picked up and he began to struggle without even realizing it. He could feel the paramedic's fighting to keep him still, to prevent him from damaging hia body further.
He's beginning to panic. We need to put him under! Get the Anastasia!
Before he knew it a mask was placed around his face. And as he began to take in the sleeping gas, his eyes grew weary and his heart rate settled as he soon slipped into a deep sleep.
-----------------------------
"Get up, kid. You're stronger than this! You're a McCaine!"
"I-I'm trying! S-So exhausted.."
"No excuses, damn it! Get on those two feet, RIGHT NOW!"
"Jeez- Y-you're acting like this is life or death.."
"Because if you don't train like it is life or death, your enemies will best you when it is indeed life or death. NO MORE TALKING! GET UP!"
The silver haired teen stared toward him face, chest down and resting on his hands, Xaier would suck air into his legs as he pushed through the sharp pain in his chest where his father had just struck him. It seemed his father's military mindset had kicked in again. The young boy didn't mind though. Even though it was tpugh to train with his dad, he knew it would benefit him greatly.
Grunting, the shirtless teenager lifted his sweaty, bruised body back up onto his feet while doing his best to stand up straight. His father was already moving, leading with a feint and the young McCaine boy fell for it, watching as his father switched his kick into a spinning back kick. His heel buried itself in his chest again, sending him back and o to the ground, sliding across the slick wooden surface.
"Fight through the pain! Cmon! GET BACK UP XAIER!"
The pain that shot through his chest was becoming unbearable. Tears were forming at the corner of his eyes, but he couldn't give up. With shaky legs the emerald eyed teenager would stand once again only to find his father pushing forward. Xaier's arms would flail out to strike away the straight thrusting punch his father attacked with. He would successfully knock it aside, but would feel his father's free hand grasp his throat and hoist him off his feet. Backwards he would move until he felt his body collide with the wall behind him, his father's grasp tightening upon hia throat.
"Carelessness! I trained you better than this!"
There was a fire burning in his chest, his lungs working overtime to try and keep oxigen flowing, which was becoming increasingly difficult with every passing second. And then he felt it.An odd sensation he had never felt before. A burning and tingling from within his chest and a rage that seemed foreign even to Xaier. His teary emerald eyes would shift downward past his father's muscular arm to see a red glow emanating from his chest.
Out of nowhere, with strength he wasn't aware he possessed, Xaier's arms would thrust forward and his palms would connect with his father's chest, launching his elder across the room and watching as he slid until he came to a halt against the wall. Xaier himself dropped to the ground, gasping for air as those emerald hues looked downward again. That red hue was slipping over his entire body now. He felt as if he was on fire.
"T-there it is.. I felt it within you. Something you didn't have before.. S-something strong. Y-you arent the same.."
"What is this!? Dad.. W-What's happening!?"
"Y-you've been t-tainted, Xaier.."
M-MACHT!
"W-Who was that!?"
The voice came out of no where, but echoed around the room as he stared toward his downed father. He would decide to step forward. But it seemed his father wasn't hearing this ghastly scream. Or at the very least, chose not to respond to it in any way. Again he would hear the scream and it seemed that every time he heard it, the aura surrounding him grew larger. As he stepped closer toward his father, the reddish aura burst forward from his chest, consuming his father's body within a thick crimson cloud.
With little time for his mind to fully grasp what was happening, a form stepped forward through the thick cloud. Thick, longish dirty blond hair. A single commanding hazel hue and an eye-patch covering the other. Clothed only in a pair of slightly baggy grey jeans, the familiar figured continued to move toward Xaier as he stared in awe.
Austin Huntsman, the one who he had idly stood by and watched get executed by Tatiana on Alexai's orders. The same one who sacrificed his body to try and get his own revenge. It was beginning to come back to him now. Stuttering images of this male's body ripping itself apart before Xaier had been struck down. But if he was here, this wasn't real. What did it all really mean? What was happening to him?
"You. You just watched them butcher me.. Do you even feel guilty for it!?"
"Y-yes! I didn't want to be there in the first place. I never eanted to see them kill someone.."
"You didn't try to stop it! You didn't even say a damn thing.. You're just as guilty as the others. A coward. Too afraid to stand up to tyrants.."
"It's not like that! I mean- What could I have done!?"
"Coward.. Coward! COWARD!"
"They would have killed me too.."
COWARD! COWARD! COWARD!!
Xaier remained still as the ghastly vision of Knuckles swept toward him screaming as it did. It paused in front of him though and Xaier watched as Austin threw his arms wide. His head rolled bsck and then off, dropping to the floor and bouncing backwards. His body then began to boil, pulsate before exploding like it had under the dome.
The green eyed boy's body was shocked by the energy that blew out from Austin's phantom. However when he felt the shock again, the room around him darkened, before flickering and then dissipating all together. Bright lights and blurred vision soon accompanied him as he slowly came out of his induced sleep.
---------------------------
"Can you tell me your name?"
"Xaier.. McCaine."
"Excellent. Doesn't seem to be any memory loss. Do you remember what happened?"
"...Yes."
"Well, to be blunt. You're lucky to be alive. Any further down and toward the right and the shrapnel could have pierced your heart or severed an artery."
"Oh good. Lucky me.."
"Unfortunately, there were a couple large pieces we were unable to extract. Deemed too dangerous by the surgeon. It is going to be uncomfortable and could be potentially damgerous under the right circumstances. But over all, after a couple weeks, you should be back to normal for the most part."
"Thank you..
"I'll be back in a little while to check in on you. In the mean time, you should get some rest. Oh, Also I was requested to give you these- They were delivered by the Apostles. Anyways, Take it easy."
Xaier would slowly shift his eyes toward the duffle bag at the side of his bed. He wasn't about to reach for it. But the zipper was slightly undone. What he could see almost made him queezy. Something that looked like an eye-patch and what looked to be a vest of some kind. The Apex Warrior patch could be seen clear as day. The gear must have been confiscated from Austin before he was captured, the rest probably gathered from his corpse.
His emerald hues would slip behind his eyelids as they closed. The young Apostle couldn't allow himself to think about it. Not after the experience he had just went through inside his head. Instead, Xaier would opt to try and take the nurses's advice and get some sleep. That is, if his brain would even allow him.
It didn't take long for him to realize that wasn't going to happen. With a sigh, he would begin to contemplate his recent choices. Was he really being a coward by siding with the Apostles? To him, it seemed more true than ever that a lot of these people trapped within the wall might indeed deserve it. Especially if they were willing to go as far was Knuckles had been. Sure, even he would admit there were a lot of innocent people caught up in the mix. But overall, Xaier was beginning to believe he wasn't on the wrong side of things. Maybe this really was the only way to weed out the trouble makers and clean these streets up.
Xaier would eventually come to a decision on his own terms. He would recover and then continue to work under Alexai and Luca. Law and order was the only way to quell the growing violence. As barbaric as it was, hopefully Knuckles execution would deter many from attempting to do the same. Realistically though, Xaier knew retaliation was likely to follow in some form. The young male just hoped that he was ready when the time came.
So long as he gave himself time to heal and continued to work hard under Luca Walker's tutelage, Xaier knew that his ability learn and grow would be exponential. Xaier would show these people what an Apostle was to be. He knew that if he remembered his fathers words and stuck to it, he would become one of the greatest warriors to defend this city.
In his mind, Xaier knew it wouldn't be long before these gangs and agitators knew him by name. Not only would they learn his name, they would learn to fear his justice. He wanted nothing more than to be peaceful. But he knew that was a naive train of thought. Peace would come, but not before the storm ran it's course.
No matter how hard it gets.. No matter how much blood has to be spilled.. Things need to change. Someone needs to make it change.. I have to be that someone, I know I can do it. I WILL do it.. But these people aren't going to just give up. So I'll just have to get so strong that they don't have any choice in the matter..
A yawn would escape his lips. Finally he was feeling groggy again. New motivation coursed through his damaged and weary body, but even that wasn't enough to keep him from drifting off into a slumber. With another large yawn, Xaier would close his eyes again and fall back to sleep.
(OOC: In process of reworking items)
