forum Dystopian RP (Based off of "Legend" by Marie Lu)

Started March 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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Santiago stopped stifly when he saw Alec and the others. His arms and hands shifted over Rylan, doing his best to cover the vital parts of her body, such as her head and chest area.

“You are a sick man, Alec!” Santiago snapped, hate in his eyes.

"What, I don't even get a second look? Disappointing," she sighed. She aimed the gun at his foot and shot.

Alec growled in pain and shot Harlow's shoulder, he turned and pointed his gun at Santiago. "I'll kill you so I can kill her." He said with a deathly calm voice.

Harlow hissed and grabbed her shoulder. "Ow," she muttered, hand pressing against it tightly. "Jerk." She shot the man to his left in the stomach, doing her best to avoid killing him.

“Harlow!” Santiago yelped, his eyes wide. Where the hell were the other Patriots? Were the three left there to die? His looked to Alec, taking a deep breath. “Do whatever the hell you want to me, but I will not allow you to you have her again.”

One of his guards took the bullet and Alec stepped closer to Santiago. The rest of the soldiers pinned Harlow down. "Put her down!" He growled, pointing his gun at Rylan's head.

Harlow yelped and kicked at one of them, hitting her stomach. "Go easy on the shoulder, *ssholes!"

Santiago suddenly wished he hadn’t given his gun to Harlow. “You’ll have to pry her from my cold, bloody hands if you want to achieve that,” he snapped loudly, pressing Rylan’s head to her chest, shifting his arm to cover it.

"Fine." Alec grinned madly and fired his gun at Rylan's leg. She whimpered in pain, her head pressed against Santiago's chest. He shot again at her leg and at Santiago's left shoulder, forcing him to drop Rylan.

Harlow lashed out again, hitting a man in the groin. Luckily, she still had her grip on the gun and wildly shot, hitting another one. "Santiago!" She shouted, tossing him the gun.

Santiago cursed sharply and stumbled back. He snatched up the gun, firing a few shots in Alec’s chest area. He presses a hand to his shoulder, groaning in pain.

Rylan was on the ground, her breathing shallow and shaky. Her brow furrowed in pain as gunshots filled the air. She could hear Theo and a couple other Patriot's voices as they ran towards Santiago and Harlow. She tried to focus on staying away, but black spots danced across her vision. Stay awake. . . Rylan told herself.

"This plan is going great," Harlow muttered, pressing her free hand to her shoulder again. She continued fighting out of the grip, but the last two holding her down were stronger.

She stopped struggling and lay limp, deciding to focus her energy on Rylan, as she could see Theo coming. "Rylan?"

Rylan didn't answer as she slipped in and out of consciousness. She could hear Harlow and Santiago's voices, but it felt like she was underwater.

"Rylan! Wake up," she hissed. "Santiago, help me out here real fast?"

Santiago raised him arm unsteadily, shooting the two that had Harlow down. “Get Ry-Rylan,” He stammered uneasily, blinking the spots away from his vision. He pushed himself up with his good arm and grimaced.

She didn't answer as black started to fill her whole vision. Her leg was gushing blood from the two bullet wounds.

“Thanks,” Harlow grunted, pushing herself up. “C’mon Rylan. Theo, hurry the hell up!”

//if my cursing bothers u, just let me know

She did her best to pick Rylan up, staggering towards the exit.

Santiago forced himself to shift over to Rylan, placing one of his hands on her face. “Come on, Rylan. We are so close, just hold on for a little longer,” He stammered in an attempt to wake her.

Santiago stumbled to his feet along with them, doing his best to ignore the throbbing pain in his shoulder as he jogged after them.

//let’s get injury assessment
as far as I know, Harlow has a bullet in her shoulder and probably a few bruises and scratches