*Cyan scratched her head and rubbed her eyes, still not sure if this was a lucid dream, a joke, or reality*
"Good morning..? I don't think everything is alright..."
*She took one of her file-sharpened finger nails and drove it across her arm. She could infact feel the pleasure-filled pain and blood dripped down her arm, that ruled out the posibility a dream*
"What is going on?"

*Cyan looked the woman up and down, checking for any signs of danger while also, admittedly, checking her out though only making it obvious if the woman was paying close attention
'Damn... what the hell happened? Why is everything suddenly changed? WHO IS THIS GIRL?' Cyan thought to herself, purplexed on the current situation. Not sure how to completely react in the moment. The blood, from the cut that Cyans finger nail formed, had formed multiple paths down her arm as it hung off her fingertips, never actually dropping to the floor*

The woman's eyes widened as she stared at Cyan's arm. At first, she was amazed a single drop had not fallen on the floor, but was filled with uneasy. She immediately started to feel queasy, the aura of slight nausea surronded from the sight of blood.

Her body stiffens as her focus returns to Cyan's face. "Cyan, are you feeling okay today?" She inquires. "You look... Puzzled." She takes a sip of her tea.

A door from another room can be heard opening and closing shortly after, followed by mummurs from others.

A man with a shaggy beard walks in. He's holding a duffle bag in one hand, and a sleeping child in the other. He looks at Cyan for a minute, and than says, "Oh, good, you're up."

Without saying a word, he makes his way passed the two, dissappearing around the corner of a wall.

*Cyan just looked around for a sec*
Did we get som structure work done over night?
*Her heterochromic eyes layed upon the woman once again, One a bright-ish red amber, the other a white icy blue, she looked serious enough to know she wasn't joking*

*Cyan had remembered having roommates but not these ones, maybe her mind was just tricking her, she then asked:*
"Who was that?" *as she turned around, then looked back at the woman, the blood had began to dry on Cyan's arm at this point and had never fallen from her fingers or hit the ground*

The woman looked amused at first. A small chuckle escaped from her parted lips before she replied, "Are you serious?" It took a moment for the woman to realize Cyan was, indeed, serious, and her face changed from amusement to concern. /Great/ concern.

"That's one of the Rebel's, and his daughter... They've been staying here with us for almost a year---WE ALL have been here for almost a year?" She slowly raised an eyebrow at Cyan, studying her. It was a no brainer something was wrong with Cyan's memory.

"Cyan," The woman started, resting her mug of tea on a nearby windowsil.

"That's Roger, he's a rebel and that's his daughter, Lucielle. We recruited him just a couple of weeks ago." She answered. "Do you remember that... At all... In the slightest bit?" While she explained, she adjusted her cloak, fidgeting with the wrinkles blanketed on it.

*Cyab looked at her arm and her eyes slightly narrowed at the blood, a smirk formed on her face. Memories started coming back to her and she realized she just forgot everything she has done for the last year, ever since the beginning of the 3rd war, known as "The Nuclear Rebelion", she realized that her mind forgot the entire year, rendering herself to think she never did the things she had.
Cyan was 3rd in command of the rebelious team that they all were in*
"I'm fine, everything just sorta popped out of existence for a second if that makes sense..."
*She smiled and looked back at the woman, she then looked at her left hand and there, in dark red ink, was the symbol tattoo that the entire team had when they became part of it*
"Whats on the agenda for today...?"

"Well, the original plan was to gather more intel about the the whereabouts of the missing H.A.R.T. group. As you know, there were three of them who stayed behind to help the rest of us escape with the children. One of them died." The woman explained. There was a hint of affliction in her eyes for a second before it vanished away. "Now we're looking for them, but we first need to protect those who can't protect themselves."
Roger came from around the corner. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "We're protecting civilians even though we should be looking for H.A.R.T." Roger said. His voice sounded gravelly when he spoke.

The woman seemed to scowl at him with her eyes, when she turned to face him.

"Roger, we've already spoke about this. Our duty is to protect the civilians in this area. We all agree to this, two to one."

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"Three* against one..."
*Cyan interupted, her red and blue heterocromic eyes covered by her hand holding her head up in annoyance from the arguing, her left arm still covered in dried blood*

"Three...The three of us have voted..." The woman corrected herself. "We voted to protect the humans and to leave the members of HART--"

"--to fend for themselves while preventing the inevitable: death? Is that correct, Natasha?" Roger retorted, interrupting her. Natasha rubs her temples, exhaling slowly. "Don't be difficult Roger."

"I'm not being difficult, I'm being honest." He replied, spinning on the heel on his boot, facing away from Cyan and Natasha. "I just hope you guys know what the hell you're doing." With that being said, Roger stomped away.

*Cyan shook her head in annoyance, she let out a depressed sigh but smiled and looked up*
"Well I know what I'm doing, Roger!"
*She yelled into the other room
She then looked at her "Mirror's Edge" esc clothing because thats the type of clothing that the free-runner part of the team wore, though hers was different and more special because of her 3rd Leader rank. Everything went silent around her as she started to get taken over by the depression that she gained from this apocalypse even starting, Cyan lost almost all off her friends, her family was killed. The only thing she had now was her rank, her agility, and her strength to make herself useful. "But atleast she was useful" was the thought keeping her alive...*

Natasha stood there for a moment. Her face was blank and numb of all feeling before she suddenly turned around and clasped her hands loudly. She swiftly turned to Cyan, and grinning.

"Don't worry about him, he's just been on edge ever since we made that decision. We'll rescue group HART, I'm sure of it." She says, giving Cyan a reassuring look.

As much as Natasha smiled and tried to convince others everything was alright, it wasn't. It never was. She had been lying to herself for nearly two months now. Every operation and plan to save the group had gone to waste, or was canceled before they began for various reasons. Her doubts had not been dispelled, and they would never be, no matter how much she smiled. Besides, her body always betrayed her, just like it was doing this very moment. Natasha wore a broad smile, but her body trembled, she had gone slightly pale, and dug her names into her palms causing them to redden.

"I'm... I'm going to go check the generators to the craft." She whispered, excusing herself. Cyan was left in an empty room with the last light from the sun spilling into it. It was already dusk, nearly night fall.

"Well the day sure passed quickly! I'm off to bed!"
*She walked back to her room to put more gashed scars in her arms before depressing herself until sleep washed her sadness away*

Natasha made her way to the generator room. The familiar hum fills her with ease as she makes her way down a couple of flights. Once she reaches the end of the steps, she comes to the dimly lit corridor. This hall had given her chills when she first became member of the team nearly a decade ago. She was just an oversized girl with pigtails staring down this same hall. She remembered her whimpers as the doctors carried her on the stretcher. She had been found bleeding out and nearly blown jn half by accidently stepping on a landmine.

That memory was from so long ago, but still stayed with her to this very day

Going down the hall, she came to the door. When she opened just a bit, she saw a small shadow peeking out from the side. "Who's there!?" Natasha yelled, sensing for anyone nearby.

"It's just me... Lucielle." A low voice came. There was no expression of fear of alarm in the child's voice, just numbness. "Lucielle? I thought you were asleep, what are you doing down here?" Natasha asks, opening the door to see Lucielle standing in front of the generators.
"I was bored." Lucielle answers, and leaves. Natasha's left baffle by Lucille's vague answer, but doesn't look into itm
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Lucielle was careful not to make a sound on the creaky wooden floor as she crept down the narrow hallway. She has left her room, silently closed her door, and made her way towards her father's. His door was ajar, and when she peered in, she saw him sleeping on his stomach, snoring the early morning light away.
She continued on, moving swiftly to towards the other hallway that housed Cyan and Natasha's room. She walked past Natasha's room. She only heard, Natasha chant her mantra from inside. She knew Natasha performed meditation in the morning, so she did not disturb her. It wasn't like she wanted to see her anyway.

Lucielle finally came face to face with the door she had been looking for, Cyan's door. In her hand laid a gift, poorly basted gift she had sewn together just last night.

"Miss Cyan..." Lucielle spoke, her voice sounded emotionless. "I have a... Welcoming gift... For you...?" She knocked on the door three times before stopping.

*There was only a faint whimper of a response, Cyan was on the ground, passed out and crying in a small pool of her own blood*

*The lacerations on her wrist were very deep and Cyan intended to kill herself by slitting them and falling asleep. She couldn't keep lying to herself, she had lost everything and she wanted to lose herself next...*

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Lucielle knocked once more. She didn't take notice of the whimper, though, she did open the door, and saw Cyan on the ground. She saw the gashes in her wrists, it was obvious this was intentional.

"Oh, Cyan..." was all she said, and she got in her knees and check for a pulse.
There was a pulse.

"Lucielle, what are you doing here..." It was Natasha. Her voice had trailed off as she covered her mouth in shock. Without a moment's hesitation, she pointed down the hall and signed 'father' to Lucielle. Lucielle got up and ran off to get Roger.

Natasha ripped two pieces of cloth from Cyan's bed and started to bandage her wrists. "Cyan--Oh my God-- Cyan, can you h-hear me!?" Natasha's voice was breaking.

*Cyan opened her eyes and weakly responded*
"Yes, I'm fine... Sadly."
*She then closed her eyes and went silent, she was still awake though, Cyan was just dissapointed in her failiure*

"Cyan, hey, listen to me, you need to stay up!" Natasha said, her voice was trembling no matter how hard she tried to stay calm. Despite her quivering legs and white knuckles, she continued wrapping the now blood soaked bandages around Cyan's wrists. It was a makeshift, she knew, but it was the best she could do in the little time she had before Roger showed up.
Lucielle nearly fell three times racing to Roger. When she got to his door, she banged like there was no tomorrow. In fact, she banged so much she almost punched his chest when she swung the door opened.
'What, what's happening-- Lucielle?" His eyes darted to both sides of the hall. He was always on the look out for danger, especially in the world they live in.
Lucielle grabs her father's hand firmly and start to drag him behind her as he led him to Cyan door. Along the way, he bombarded her with questions.

"Natasha!" Natasha heard Roger's voice. She quickly scrambles to her feet. "Cyan's inside! Shetriedtocutherwrists! IknowshewasdepressedbutIdidn't--" Her words slurred into each other as she tried to explain the situation. Roger ignores Natasha and walked towards Cyan.

Roger inspected the slapdash bandaging. He gently picked her up off the ground and started to walk towards the medical room.

"Cyan, what's your mother's maiden name?" As random as the question sounded, Roger was checking Cyan's ability to stay concsious.

"My mother died when I was 6, I don't know her maiden name... I was seven when this all started... 10 years later in the same sh!t-show... I don't want to leave people behind, but I don't want to live either..."
*Cyan responded weakly but clearly*
"I lost everything; my family, my friends, my happiness, my love... Everything..."

*Cyan kept her eyes closed throughout the entire explaination and through the entire walk, weakly comunicating very clearly*

"And so did everyone else..." Roger replied, almost immediately. He realized how much a jerk he sounded, and quickly added, "And since everyone has lost so much, I know you're going through a hard time, but you'll pull through..." He laid her on the medical bed. "I'll be right back. I just need to get the medkit from my room." And with that, he walks out the door and closes it softly.
When Roger left, he found Natasha already waiting for him. She was staring blankly at her crimson colored hands, dried with Cyan's blood.

"Is she going to be okay...?" She murmured, taking her eyes off her palms and looking at Roger. He paused for a second, speechless. For a moment, she had the same worried look a mother has for her child. Unsure and frightened, but full of concern and love. It seemed unreal to him though, a mother caring for her child. His wife left of without hesitation. If he hadn't left work early that day, he doesn't know what would've of happened to Lucielle. He doesn't want to know.
"Uh, yeah, she's going to be fine..." He responds, walking past Natasha. "Nat, watch over her. After a stunt like this, we need to keep watch of her." He turned the corner, and disappeared. Natasha meekly nodded her head and entered the medical room where Cyan was being held. She took a seat next to the window. The sun had already risen.

*Cyan opened her eyes and looked at Nat*
"I'm really f*cking stupid, huh?
I couldn't even pull off suicide to die fast enough... I'm sorry."

"I just-- It got to me... We're all gonna die at some point... This is pointless fighting the depression of my past, It will never go away..."

"Why should I have to endlessly suffer between the decision of leading the runner team or ending my constant misery..."

"...When either winning or losing this war doesn't change anything about my past..."

"And will only change how I was useful for our team? I can't keep going on forever and we both know that my suicide attempts will succeed at some point..."

"I know that everyone has gone through everything I have or something simillar but I still want to die... Be with my family and friends, ya' know?"

"No, Cy, don't say stuff like that..." Natasha lets out a loud sigh as she makes her way over to the edge of the medical bed. She sits down, and looks over at Cyan.

"Life is hard Cyan, it's harder than it ever was. In times like this, it can bring out the worst in people, break down trust between people, and it can lead to horrible things like what happened today: Amazing people such as yourself trying to take themselves out of it..." She starts, pulling her sable curl back from her face and behind her ear.
"Trust me when I say this: you trying to take yourself out was not a act of weakness. You were just... Overwhelmed by everything, and understandably so..." Natasha continued.

While Natasha spoke to Cyan, Lucielle and Roger gathered the supplies in his room.
"Lucielle, get the first aid please." Roger requested. He pointed his index finger to the sky, and wrapped it around in the air. He proceed to spell out 'aid'. It was all apart of the process of Lucielle learning ASL. She'd be needed it soon, unfortunately.
Roger grabbed the stitches from the shelf of his closet, and some antibiotics. He shook his head when he realized it was the last. Necessities was scarce in this day in age.

"Nat, you're right but... *Sigh* ...I don't know how to say it, I have no emotion left, it kills me on the inside but I act happy anyway. The longer that you're depressed, the easier it gets to be able to fake happiness masterfully... I guess no one noticed that I was over my limit..."
*Cyan explained with a dead look in her eye, there was no happiness left for her to fake... She was completely depressed*
"You know; almost everyone made fun of me for being lesbian... Even some of the runners, when I worked hard enough to become leader of our runner team they refused to be ordered around by an 'edgy white gay girl', but I persisted and kept trying, some of the other leaders in our other teams bullied me for being into girls...
I kept going anyway..."
*Tears formed in Cyans eyes and ran down her cheeks but her voice only became colder and emotionless*
"...I just kept going, and going, and going on. But I've finally shattered."

"And to be honest; I liked you the most, and still do, because you believed in me and continued to do so...
You keep giving me the hope and willpower to live..."
*C,an turned her head to Nat and looked at her with a blank emotionless stare, but had a slight smile on her face*

Natasha's face reddens as her eyes widens for a bit. She looks surprised for a moment.

"But, Cyan," She starts, putting her hands on Cyan's shoulders. "You don't have to care what others think or say about you. This is /your/ life. If you want to be into girls, go ahead. If you want to just run, than be the best runner you want to be. And when you feel like you're overwhelmed and can't take it anymore..." She beamed from ear to ear. "It's okay to stop and breathe. You're not a robot, it's okay to take a break y'know, alright."

"No I can't... I can't take a break, I can't breath, I can't even f*cking think... No one can in this world, no one like me anyway..."
*Darkness absorbed her eyes, turning them completely black before she closed them and sighed*
"...You would think I'm a freak if you knew what hides within me... Cowardess? No. Fear? No. Something much darker... If anyone in our team knew the power I'm capable of they'd kill me... Nat, please don't tell anyone of what I just said, I'll reveal my power to you at some point... But for now let's just say: I'm not completely human..."

"I won't tell anyone, but to be honest... I kinda already know you aren't completely human Cyan..." Natasha points to her head, giving a vague clue as to how she knew. "But for your sake, you don't have to show me anything. I--"

Before the conversation could go any further, Roger walked in, holding the supplies. He doesn't notice the darkness in Cyan's eyes as he starts to set up shop. Natasha gushes up. Standing off to the side.
"Did I interrupt something...?" Roger asks

"No, I was just on my way out. I'll tell you more later Cyan. In the meantime, I hope you feel better soon..." Natasha exist the room. Her face is still bright red. Roger is left baffled.

*Cyans eyes were closed, not letting anyone see the darkness anyway*

"Hey Roger... Sorry for being a f*cking idiot and trying to kill myself, I guess..."

"I'm guessing I lost blade privlieges, huh?"
*Cyan giggled abit smiling while still keeping her eyes closed*

"You weren't being an idiot. You were just feeling the moment," Roger tells her, walking over with an IV pole. "But, yeah, you lost your privilege of just owning a weapon. The most you can carry on missions is a walkie talkie. Plus, you'll be under suicide watch for awhile, so someone will always be watching over you."
Roger strolled over, pulling the IV pole over.
"Y'know, if the light from outside is bothering you, I can close the shades." Roger suggested. He was talking about her close eyes.

Roger stands the IV pole next to the bes where Cyan was. Instead of pricking her with a needle to start the blood transfusion, he pulls out. A circular disk that floats around. It glides over to Cyan's wrist, scanning the damages.

"Eh, too bad... I don't need to be put under suicide watch, Nat talked me out of retrying it... And I don't exactly need a weapon right now. Anyways, the light isn't bothering me!
*Cyan opened her eyes and they were back to the same old red-ish amber/Icy blue that they always were, Cyan smiled at Roger good enough to make him believe she was okay, and Cyan was okay... atleast for a while*

"Though I am keeping my 2 Golden Deagles for reasons already known; My... deceased ...girlfriend gave them to me right before she died in my arms..."

"And no, that is not up for discussion, I'm keeping the golden desert eagles whether you like it or not, Roger... They have value to me that will only make me retry suicide; shall they be taken from me. So don't take them and I stay alive, deal?"
*Cyan tilted her head and put her arm out to shake Rogers hand, all the while the drones kept tracking and scanning damage on her arms, It was obvious that she had a high pain tolerance therefore being able to ignore the stinging sensation in her arms*

Roger's eyes narrowed. He wasn't much of a person who liked to be demanded into things, but he was backed into a corner in this one. Take the weapons, another suicide attempt. Don't take the weapons, there's a chance something could go wrong.
He shook his head and crossed his arms. "Put your BOTH the Golden Deagles on the table next to you, and than we'll make the deal. You can't have them on your person, we have to follow some parts of the protocol." He was waiting for her to comply.

Outside the room, Natasha had gone to the generator room. She had already checked on it earlier. She places her hand on it, seeing it's past and future installments and any problems that will inevitably come up.
"Na..." She heard a voice, and peered over her shoulder to see Lucielle peeking her small head out. The young girl's blonde hair swayed to the side as she kept staring at Natasha and the generator.
"Lucielle, why do you keep coming down here? You aren't supposed to--" Natasha stopped. She had forgotten about Lucielle's impairment. She walks over and grabs Lucielle hand, leading her down the corridor to the rooms above.

*Cyan sighed and pulled the Deagles out of her thigh holsters then set them down on the table next to her, the guns automatically popped the clip out and cocked themselves back, popping the bullets out of the chambers. This was a special tech thing that allowed the self-empty-ing of both the guns*
"DO NOT take them away from me... I'm not asking you, I'm warning you. They mean too much to me and I have them on me where ever I go."

"Cyan, I heard you the first time, and we've compromised. Keep the deagles on the desk, keep them off your person, and everything is fine. You don't have them on you, I won't take them, a deal's a deal." He said. Roger walks back to the front of the room. The sound of the keys on his coffee-colored holster jingled as he took each step. When he reached the other side, he opened a cabinet and extended his arm inside it. A few seconds later, he pulled out a tablet of some sort.
"It's a bit too early to do a check up right now, but it's not too early to see if you need a blood transfusion or if the blood lost caused any underlying internal damage of any sort..." He pressed the tablet's interface before holding it up in Cyan's face and saying.
"Real quick Cy, look at the screen and say your name."

*Cyan looked at the screen and shrugged, then responded*
"My name is Cyan Sinix Dubstep."
*She then waited*

Words and notations pop up in the screen. "Cyan D., recognized. Patient entered. ID confirmed." Roger takes the tablet and goes back to pressing more things on the screen. He eventually lays the device down on a nearby counter. There's static coming from his radio. A male voice can be heard yelling out incoherent sentences in a foreign language, but the audio was too unclear to tell.
Roger picks up his radio from his coffee colored holster. He puts the speaking part of the walkie-talkie to his mouth and talks.

"Da'pl, are you there...?" When there's no response, Roger repeats himself again. There's a moment of quietude before the radio shakes with the sound of bullet and panicked screams.
"Sie haben uns gefunden!" Can be heard over the cries and the extra rounds of explosions.
"Da'pl, wer, wer?" Roger was practically yelling into transmission. The line went dead, leaving a frightening long beep.
"Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!" Roger hissed under his breath.

He was still trying to get thr radio to work, twisting the knobs but nothing was working.

*Cyan looked at him in confusion, she then stood up, walked over to him, took the radio and carefully turned it back to the right channel, gunshots and more screams were heard, she handed the radio back to him and walked back over to the medical bed, laying herself back against the matress*
"You're welcome..."

"Thanks..." Roger says slowly, like he was studying Cyan for a second. His voice trailed off a he held the walkie to his ear. He listened for a bit before grabbing a nearby sharpie and writing down words in German.
By the time the transmission was over, the door had swung opened and in came Natasha with Lucielle. "Roger, I just heard the message. It sounds like the dispatch is in trouble--" Natasha was nearly done talking when Roger finishes scrambling the last of the message.

"Nat, I gotta go warn the officials! Watch Lucy and Cy, guard them with your life!" He was gone out the door in a flash, leaving the girls behind.

*Cyan grabbed her Golden Deagles and loaded them, she then put the guns in her thigh holsters and pulled her katana's off of her back*
"Lets get this sh*t over with"

*Cyan was sitting on the floor right against the door, waiting*
"I know... Roger can't hold them off by himself either... But I have a duty to protect you two with my life. That's just what I'll do, now we just sit here and wait..."
*Cyan looked at the katana in her right hand and the golden Deagle in her left, She knew that she could not let anyone into this room with out a fight...*

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"Cyan, you're in no condition to fight. You're wrists are slit, you lost a lot of blood too. For goodness sake, you shouldn't even be standing right now!" Natasha protested, resting her hands on her hips.
Natasha felt a light tug on her vermilion saloon skirt. she looked down to see Lucielle pointing out the window. She was hesitate, and had to force herself to see.

"Nat, you leave this to me, I can fight anyway... You know I don't need anything but my fists and my sight to kill. Leave it to me..."
*Cyan looked at the window and her eyes widened, then she rolled her eyes. Standing up with only slight problematic pain.*
"Ah sh!t... Here we go again..."

There were at least ten red tiny dots flying towards the craft. It was no mistake to think they were the enemy, because they were. Natasha felt her heart sink, than rise, and try to pound its way out of its skeletal cage.
Natasha felt her eyes rolling to the back of her head when she realized what was about to happen, but stopped. She slowly raised her walkie to her face.
"This is Natasha Schullz... We have a problem."

"Repeat that please," A voice said. It was female this time.
"Evacuate the city... Our base has been comprised."

Lucielle runs over to Cyan, and hides behind her a bit. She couldn't exactly understand what was happening, but she knew something was wrong. She clung onto Cyan's shirt, wondering where her father had gone in such a hurry. Had he forsaken her too?

*Cyan loaded in 10 mini-nuke explosive bullets into her Deagle, she the pulled away from Luci and ran at the window, breaking through with a jump kick, her rocket boots activated and she flew up towards the crafts/dots*
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*Cyan flew further and further till she was a dot herself from Luci and Nat's sight, She then began shooting and blowing up each craft untill there was one left, it hit her and sent her rocketing back to the room but she shot and blew up the last aircraft, her left wrist wound reopened as she crash landed into the tile across the room from Nat and Luci. She stood up though and walked over to them, sitting on the floor against the entrance door, arm bleeding but she didn't care. Cyan's main focus was keeping both of them safe*
"Both of you, hide under this desk..."
*Cyan pointed to the desk next to her and the door, it had a table cloth covering it*
"...If anything happens you can make a quick escape."

Instead of making her way under the table, Lucielle stood there. She was glaring at Cyan, practically giving her a death stare. "You're one of them..." She muttered. "One of those super powered fre--" Natasha pulls Lucielle towards the table.
"Now, what did I tell you about discriminating people just because they're different Lucielle." Nat interrupted, getting under her knees.
'She's one of them,' Lucielle signed. Natasha shook her head dismissively and watched as Lucielle crawled under the table, grumbling. She than looked back at Cyan worriedly before pulling the cloth down. They were hidden away from the world, hidden in plain sight.
A set of multiple heavy footsteps could be heard harmoniously charging up the stairs. There was a loud thud at the front of the base. The footsteps continued into. Unfamiliar voices could be heard yelling, "Clear," or, "No rebels here!" Until they came close to the room.
There was silence for a second. Than the door was busted down, to reveal at least five guards. They started yelling different commands at Cyan, the most command one being, "Where are the others!?"

By the time Roger had reached the official's base, he knew he was too late. The central city was already on fire, they had sent their fleets in to tear down what remained of their sanctuary, one of humanities only home. People were screaming, trampling each other to get to the nearest exits. Little children that had been left behind in the mass chaos. The level of entropy here was off the charts.
The noise was getting to him, reminding him of it, taking him back to his earlier years in the war. He jerked himself behind a wall, placing a hand over his heart, reminding himself it was over. He was here now, not there. When he recovered, he started to make his way to the hall, trying to block out his thoughts.

*Cyan stood back up, darkness flooded her eyes as she responded*
"You mean where are your other limbs?"
*Black tendrils came out of her back and wrapped around three guards, squeezing them until they popped like pimples, sending blood, guts, and body parts everywhere, her right arm then became encased in an obsidian like sharp material, slashing at one guard with her katana, and stabbing her whole sharp obsidian glove through the last guards torso, ripping out his intestines*
"...Looks like they're all around this room..."

"Yes, I am a freak. But atleast this freak is defending you instead of trying to kill you, so Lucielle. Tell me, which one would you rather be; a sexual-slave? dead? or maybe, quite possibly, alive because of this freak?"

*The tendrils retracted into Cyans back and disappeared, the Obsidian glove encasing Cyans arm also shrunk and disappeared. She put her katana on her back and the darkness disappeared from her eyes*

All the guards had been ripped to shreds. Intestines blanketed the carpet and were splattered on the walls. So much "shredding" had been done during the short lived battle, each major organism from the guards couldn't be recognized. It was now just the globs that once were identifiable parts from the inside.
Lucielle lifted the sheet from the table they hid under. She was staring at Cyan. She looked bitter, the first time Lucielle had expressed an emotion in a long time.
"I guess I'm supposed to say, 'I rather be alive than dead,' my answer is merely the opposite. The uncertainty we face everyday is taxing on one's emotions. Everyday, I don't know what carcass I'm going to wake up to, or who I'm going to be burying with hands by dusk. So, I'd pick death any day."

Hastily, Natasha crawls out from under the table, getting in front of Lucielle protectively. "What Lucielle meant to say was 'thank you'." She said.
"Like hell I did."

"Lucielle!" Natasha barked. "I swear she gets that mouth from her father..."

"Let's just leave the room before you hurl..." Lucielle grumbles, grabbing Nat's hand and stomping past Cyan. Natasha was confused by Lucielle's comment before she noticed the guts oozing off the surrounding walls. The smell of bodily fluids and fresh flesh set straight into a nauseated state as she covered her mouth and gagged.

In the city, Roger was making his way into the hall, the heart of it all. He threw himself onto an unsuspecting patrolling enemy and put him in a head lock. His first instinct was to twist the guard's head just enough to hear a satisfying *snap*, but those days were over. Instead, he slammed the guard hard enough against the chipped stone wall to knock her out.
He dragged her body to the side, out of view of the other guards. At this rate, he'd never reach the officials in time. He wasn't sure if they were even here-- let alone alive. He was split between two decisions: keep going and risk life, or fall back to keep the others safe-- mostly go back and keep his daughter, Lucielle, safe. He let out a slight groan as he pulled out his walkie, setting the frequency, and started to whisper.
"Cyan... Nat... Luci... Are you guys okay? Answer me." He waited.

*Cyan picked up the radio and sigh, then pressed the button and responded*
"We're fine... I just had to rip some worthless @sswipes into shreds... Luci and Nat left the room without me, I got to catch up and keep them safe, I can't promise that we'll all leave without wounds, but I can promise that I'll be the first to die before Nat and Luci even get touched. I will keep them safe but I know what you are doing and you can't fight all of them off if you get caught, so my best advice for you is to get back to the base. Wether the officials are dead or not doesn't matter, they'll get killed eventually, your daughter is the most important thing that will ever be in your life... If you decide not to risk your life and come back for your daughter; meet us at 'Sector C-A40', We'll be there by the time you get back."
*She then let go of the button and put the radio on her harness shoulder holster*

*Cyan ran out of the room and caught up to Lucielle and Natasha. Not a single drop of blood covered her except for the broken wound on her left wrist, which still bled and kinda covered her arm*
"Lucielle, Natasha, We're heading to 'Sector C-A40', Let's go before more guards storm the halls"

"Wait, how're YOU going to protect them? Your wrists--" The radio beeped once, and the static was gone. It was dead.

"Crap..."

Roger held the radio in his hand, staring at it. When the line went dead, he muttered something about Cyan under his breath.
Something wasn't adding up...

He turned to go on his way only to see a couple of guards. They had already found the body he had dumped off to the side. He expected that, but not that fast. He estimated he had some time before his position was compromised. Scanning the area around, he found what appeared to be a vent. Nearly a two decades ago, he would've been small enough to fit in it. His broad shoulders would do him no good.
*Think* He thought. They would be coming for him soon. He decided to use the oldest trick in the book: Distraction by noise. He tossed the dead radio to the side. It made a loud clatter, and to his surprise-- and disappointment---It worked. The guards actually ran to it. They fell for a simple trick...Wow...

He took off out the hall, but not before grabbing the communicator of the enemy off the body. It could prove to be useful later.

*Cyan walked down the halls with Natasha and Lucielle, Staying silent the entire time, only breaking focus to check her arm at points and then return right back to focus, She didn't respond to questions, she didn't enter conversations; Cyan could hear Lucielle and Natasha perfectly fine, but she refused to break focus to talk. Cyan just walked with them and stayed completely silent*

((Also, kinda weird since Roger told me to guard them with my life but he asks how I can protect them over radio))

"Why are we going to Sector C-A40!? That's one of the most dangerous places to go to in a time like this." Lucielle yells. She was tapping her foot hurriedly, a small habit of hers.

"Yes, it's dangerous, but there are ships there that can get us out of here," Natasha added.

"That's if we can make it there without getting blown to smithereens." Lucielle mumbles, walking ahead of the two.
Natasha lets her go on, than turns to Cyan while holding out her hand to her. "Cyan, let me see your arm..." She didn't really want to look at it, but she had to. After the bandaging had dismantled itself during the fight, the gashes were prone to infections, or bleeding out again.

((I completely forgot about that detail. Yikes))

*Cyan held her arm up and the cut was still bleeding, but not badly. It was starting to heal already but she still had a few days to go.*
"I'm fine, the only care I want right now is to hold my girlfriend and love her again but she is dead... And ever since this team started I can't chicken out of the fight anymore... The only thing on my mind right now is getting you and Luci to C-A40 and back to Roger in one piece, once we get to that point and we're safe once again is when you can start worrying about me and my wounds. But now is not the time..."
*Cyan put her arm back down and then called for Luci to stay close. Natasha could tell Cyan was: scared, depressed, pissed off, and focused on keeping both Natasha and Lucielle safe, even if it cost Cyan her own life life*

"Alright... but do be watch our for yourself. You aren't obligated to push yourself past the limits." Natasha uttered, still. Her voice was soft, just yesterday.
Lucielle stops walking and turn around, waiting for the two women to catch up. She was still tapping her foot when they had caught up. Although it didn't show much on the outside, anxienty was definitely present inside Lucielle. She couldn't shake the feeling of danger lurking everywhere. Admittedly, she was shaken up about the sudden ambush. And that her father was away. And frightened about the different possibilities of this little plan of theirs going to waste, just like how they would if it didn't work.

Natasha, sensing Lucille's worries places her hand on the child's shoulder. No words were exchanged, only a look of slight relief and that was all.

Roger sprinted out ehat remained of the hall. He had only been in there for about twenty minutes and found it strange when the streets that had been once filled with screaming people had become empty. The desolation of the world around him sent chills down his spine.
A cold and vacant world, Emory of humanity, of people, of life. Just the though it it terrified him, and every minute standing in the freshly red streets unsettled. He kept low to the shadows as he ran in the direction of sector C-A40.

*Cyan smiled as she saw Roger running down the hall towards them, she yelled out*
"There you are you rat bast*rd, Roger!"
*She tapped Lucielle and pointed out her father*
"Go give him a big hug."
*Cyan then sat down on an armory/ammo crate and closed her eyes as she leaned her back up against the wall*
"It's almost over, we're almost out of here!"

*Natasha soon noticed blood dripping down the crate and staining the shin part of Cyan's pant-leg*

*Cyan sighed and ripped her pantlegs off, turning her skinny jeans into short-shorts, and handed the pantlegs to Natasha*
"Use one on each wound then."

((I had deleted my comment because I was going to change it, but lets just keep going with this. Sorry 'bout that))

*Cyan then looked at the gun shot wound on her leg and smiled, now starting to feel the blissful stinging sensation*

Okay))

Natasha began to get to work, wrapping the ripped cloths around each wrist As Natasha bandaged Cyan, she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of Cyan's smile. It was nice to see her that way, looking happy and peaceful for once, but Nat felt disturbed.
Although she didn't have to, she asked, "What are you smiling about...?"

"We're all safe, I granted my duty to protect you, you didn't even get a scratch! I didn't have to see more of the ones I love die in front of me."

*Cyan smiled once again. Her relieved expression and the fact that she said she loved Natasha and the others warmed Natasha's heart*

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way about us..." Natasha wrapped the last bandage on her wrist before she looked back down at Cyan's thigh.
"Cyan, your thigh..." She breathed, looking at the gun shot in her leg. She looks back up at Cyan with worry.
"Thaaatt's going to get infected without a doubt..." Roger said aloud. He was still holding Lucielle in his arms. He picked up his daughter and carried her as he inspected the wound.
"Roger, didn't you have antibiotics?" Natasha asks. She remembered seeing them in Roger's hand after he went to get the first aid kit along with other medicines what felt like a day ago.
"I left it on the counter back at the craft..." He answered. Natasha's eyebrows shot up. "What?!" She hollered, throwing her hands in the air.
"Why did you leave them behind? They were in the medkit, were they not? How'd you leave them behind?"

"Did you forget I left to warn the officials? I received a com from Da'pl. He was yelling in german about being found, so I ran out to tell the officials." Roger's explaination checked out. He left in a rush to warn the others about the incoming attack. The last thing on his mind was antibiotics.

"I would have expect /you/ to have grabbed them. You were still in the medical room, long before I was gone..." He added. Natasha shakes her head, "It wasn't on my mind either."
"We'll work something out..." Lucielle chimed in. Natasha and Roger look in her direction, and than to Cyan. "We have to, anyways..."

"Guys, trust me when I sat: It's not gonna get infected, and you atleast gotta let me enjoy a little bit of pain"
*Cyan added, her confident smile made Luvielle remember what she witnessed Cyan do earlier*
"Just wait and see!"

((You need to repost this RP soon because the amount of comments on here is making my 3DS crash when I try to veiw this post's comments))

((Repost tgis RP before you make your next action please. I can't even view this post's comments for 40 seconds before my 3DS crashes!))