[They wrestle like animals, Oswald snapping out his fist through the red, sticky fingers clawing at him and clipping Rob's jaw. Blood sprays from Rob's gasping mouth. A dying man with a hole in his throat shouldn’t have half the fight this one does. But nothing’s more dangerous than someone with nothing to lose — except Lee, with her double-barreled shotgun. She kicks the man aside, giving Oswald the chance to scurry out from under him before the shotgun goes off. The blast punches wet, ragged holes through Rob’s chest. He flops over, dead for good.
Oswald can barely hear Lee over the ringing in his ears, and the alarms still shrilling in his brain. He blinks at her, breathless, his heart racing. He aches all over; a few more bruises added to the collection, no doubt. Each a humbling reminder of how helpless he still is without his crutch and a gun.
Scraping his Colt off the floor and stuffing it into his pocket, he clasps her hand, wincing as he forces himself to his feet.]
...where's Alfred? [He rasps, waving off any concern.] Go, I will catch up!
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Date: 2025-02-07 04:07 am (UTC)Oswald can barely hear Lee over the ringing in his ears, and the alarms still shrilling in his brain. He blinks at her, breathless, his heart racing. He aches all over; a few more bruises added to the collection, no doubt. Each a humbling reminder of how helpless he still is without his crutch and a gun.
Scraping his Colt off the floor and stuffing it into his pocket, he clasps her hand, wincing as he forces himself to his feet.]
...where's Alfred? [He rasps, waving off any concern.] Go, I will catch up!