forum Dystopian RP?

Started February 25, 2018 by @Oakie Dokie

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“I always liked gore… it suited me. Besides that painful memories.”, Yuki whispered. Why am I whispering? “Where’s Apollo?”

“Apollo? The god?” Rowan furrowed her brow in confusion, momentarily losing focus on the situation.

“No“ Yuki realized with horror that she couldn’t remember what he looked like.

“What’s Apollo look like? Is that just a nickname you came up with for someone?” Rowan hauled herself to her feet, stumbling at little when she stood. “There’s gotta be gauze around here somewhere.” She muttered to herself.

Yuki struggled to remember. After a long hesitation she replied, “That’s his real name.”

Rowan rummaged through the drawers in Armand’s office, sifting through steaming, multicoloured potions, desperate for anything to stem the bleeding. “Apollo is his real name? He doesn’t happen to be a healer does he? That’d be really helpful right now.” She said, half joking. Rowan hissed in pain as a purple liquid from a nearby beaker spilled on her arm, leaving a nasty looking burn.

“No.” That was all she could say. She was losing her breath.

“Maybe this will work?” Rowan pulled out a beaker with a luminous white liquid inside. The label was half rubbed off and faded, but it looked as though it said healing. She cringed, remembering when she’d accidentally ingested poison. But what choice did she have left?

(It’s totally up to you whether this heals Yuki or not)

(Alright!)
Yuki had one last wish. Not paying attention to Rowan, she pulled out a knife. Without hesitation, she stabbed her artificial eye. To her surprise, blood poured down her face like a red tear. She felt a squeeze in her heart. She was losing too much blood. Yuki knew she must have slightly damaged her internal carotid artery. That was fatal. Good, it would only be a matter of time before she was gone.

“Yuki!” The beaker dropped out of Rowan’s hand, plummeting to the ground and smashing. She gagged at the sight of the blood and looked away in shock.

“Yuki… Yuki, no! Please. Please!” Rowan choked, caught in between being paralysed by shock and fear, crying, and gagging.

“I-I don’t… want it-“ She coughed and started to hyperventilate. “Anymore.”

“I need you! Yuki, I don’t know the way out! They’ll capture me! You don’t want that, do you? Please! Stay with me. Just a little longer!” Rowan was panicking.

“ARMAND?! ANYONE PLEASE!” She wailed at the top of her lungs for help.

The sound of Rowan’s wails started to drift away.

“Yuki! Stay with me!” Rowan sobbed, rushing over to her friend and hugging her close.

I can’t believe this is how it ends… It can’t end like this! I’m no good on my own! I’ve lost everyone! There’s no point if going on if Yuki’s not there! If Armand’s not there! If… If everyone I care about is gone…

And suddenly through her stream of violent thoughts, Rowan realized, although not completely, why Yuki acted the way she did. Why she refused be happy. Why she was so deeply broken. She cried, for the war, for Yuki, and for the dark road ahead she’d have to face alone for the first time in her life.

I was thrown in a torture camp at a young age. Both my parents died. I hate my sister, whom I had abused. Carla died. Apollo is probably dead. I have nothing to live for now that the woman who is reason for my pain and worthlessness and everything was dead. I knew I was dying, but I didn't care. I didn't care about my life or my pain or my loved ones. My family, my love, they were grains of sand, I was unable to hold them in my hands. They slipped away and it was the fault of mankind. The whole world was at fault. That was why I couldn't be part of it.

(i willlllll)
"Rowan?"
Kodiak dashed frantically down the halls of the hospital, following his friend's voice to his best ability. President Harris had kept him prisoner, and, once she died, he had made a promise to himself that he wouldn't stop looking for them.
Then again, it wasn't hard for them to stay hidden when Yuki' face was plastered on every TV screen in the country.
He was surprised the doctors even let him in the building; his clothing was still ragged and torn from his time in jail, and he couldn't even tell which room his friends were in. But it worked out beautifully, and now he was turning the corner to see Rowan through the half-open door of room 314-B. "Rowan!!"

“K-Kodiak! Oh my god! Yuki- she… Kodiak help, please! You have to have!” Rowan was in hysterics, covered in Yuki’s blood as she paced by her side. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at Kodiak.

"Jesus Christ! What did I miss? Is she alright?" Kodiak had no clue what to do, so he made himself busy wetting paper towels to clean everything up. His mother had always said he cleaned excessively in overly stressful situations, and there he went. "Rowan, I need you to calm down. Here, help me wipe down Yuki's face."