章節 84: Equalizer Bullet
Michael watched the bullet move and penetrate Floyd's back. He grunted after the initial hit, but soon he fell on his right side, screaming.
Since he was held up by Floyd, Michael fell to his knees as well, and he desperately started to cough for air. After a few seconds he took a couple of haggard breaths and tried to stand.
His mind still wasn't too clear because of the lack of oxygen, but it slowly got better. His ears were kind of healed at this point and he instantly jumped to the ground, when he heard another gunshot.
Turning around Michael saw Floyd on the ground pointing a gun at him, but he wasn't the person who pulled the trigger since there was a bullet wound right between his eyes.
He plopped to the ground dead, just like that. The struggle that lasted for only a few minutes ended unceremoniously. There was no duel of strength and wits, just two simple gunshots... That's all it takes really.
For a few seconds he watched Floyd on the alley floor. Below his head a small puddle of blood was spreading out.
Michael looked at him for another second, and he realized the changes on his body. His right ankle seemed broken, while on his left side, his ribs looked strange. Also, there was another wound on his chest just below his arm. It leaked blood constantly, but his previous Hemorrhage Bullet wound seemed to be healed.
The sight was strange and it confused Michael quite a bit. Only when he saw the cut marks on Floyd's neck, did he realize what happened.
'One of the two bullets in my gun was an Equalizer... FUCK!'
He instantly turned around and saw Veronica. She looked miserable. There was a hole in her right shoulder, which wouldn't stop bleeding and a knife in the same side. It wasn't moving, but Veronica still coughed up blood.
She was lying in a large pool of it. Her face was deathly pale and she couldn't keep her eyes open.
Michael moved instantly. He knelt down into her blood and propped her head into his lap.
He began trifling through his pocket, trying to find the lone healing potion he had brought with himself. Suddenly a piercing pain assaulted his hand and as he pulled it out a small glass shard was lodged within... The vial broke...
"No, No, NO!... Dammit!... Okay, fuck... I'm sorry Veronica!" With no healing potion, he had to use more mundane operations.
The Hemorrhage Bullet that he shot into Floyd got transferred because of the Equalizer Bullet. Sadly it couldn't transfer items with high Ethereal Property, so the dagger stayed in Veronica's side. It did heal the wound around it, which in turn saved her life.
She cough up even more blood, the movement causing a trickle to appear at the dagger wound. She groaned in pain, but she didn't wake up.
Michael tore off the right shoulder of her dress, so he could get access to the bullet wound. After that he took a deep breath, apologized again, then he pushed his index and middle finger inside the wound.
Veronica began trashing a bit, but Michael held her firmly. He felt her pulse weakening as he tried to fish out the bullet. After a few seconds of moving around and causing excruciating pain to her, he finally managed to get hold of the small metal object and slowly he pulled it out.
He sighed with relief, but it instantly turned into panic. Veronica lied limp and Michael spotted that her chest stopped moving. Sadly his knowledge about first aid only went as far as stopping bleeding, he had no idea how to resuscitate someone.
With nothing left to do he tried the only thing that came to his mind...
"HELP!... *cough* SOMEONE HELP!... *cough*" The shouting caused him to start coughing his lungs out.
When Floyd died, the bubble of silence got broken. It took only a few seconds for a few police officers to arrive in the alley. Their eyes instantly went to Floyd's dead corpse.
"Sir! Put your hands up and back away from the woman!" Said one of the officers with a firm commanding tone.
"Does any of you know how to resuscitate?" He asked quickly, but non of them moved a muscle. They even had their guns out, but they weren't pointing them at Michael... yet.
With an angry grunt he reached into one of his pockets and he slowly pulled out his inspector badge. Every ascended of the orthodox churches got one, and every cop knows that they outrank them.
Seeing the badge even in the low light of the alley, changed their demeanor really quickly.
Without any more question one of them, a policewoman ran forward and after a quick check-up on Veronica she began to resuscitate her.
While waiting he walked to the officer of this police force.
"Is there anyone else with an inspector badge here?" The officer nodded, then pointed to the crowd where a person in a large brown coat was talking the victims and survivors.
The officer was smart and read between the lines. He sent away one of the regular cops to bring the inspector here. His eyes then went to Floyd's corpse, but before he could've asked anything the previous woman came back.
Her mouth was rimmed red with blood, from the mouth-to-mouth, her hands were similarly red, and actually nearly everything on the front of her clothes was bloody.
"She breaths again, but its really shallow. At least one of her lungs is filled with blood. That knife in her side is keeping the other from filling up as well. The wound on her shoulder is luckily stopped bleeding, but the knife can't be pulled out no matter what. That's the only thing keeping her alive currently!"
Michael nearly collapsed hearing that and without saying a word he moved to where Veronica lay. Her every inhale made a gurgling sound and her every exhale caused a bit of blood to leak from her lips.
He didn't dare to move her even an little, but he still grabbed and held onto her hand.
At the mouth of the alley people talked, but Michael was fully zoned out. Every time Veronica inhaled he took a breath as well, and after every exhale he waited... Waited to see if it would be her last breath or not...
Suddenly he felt someone tapping his shoulder. He looked up to see the only other ascended in the area... His only hope...
"Please... Do you have a healing potion?" Asked Michael in a whisper. At this point his heart was pounding so hard he feared it would explode.
The man who's face was shadowed, smiled down at him. At least that's what Michael thought, he only saw the man's white teeth and the white of his eyes, and only after he spoke did he figure out why.
"It is lucky day my friend. For both of you." His voice was deep and he spoke with a strange and rare accent.
'An Islander? Here in Hammon? And an ascended non the less...'
The Islanders was a generic name to anyone who came from one of the island clusters. They were quite rare in these smaller cities like Hammon, but the large ones were fully of them, especially Vindra, the capitol of the Free Cities.
One very defining feature of the Islanders was their dark skin color and jovial attitude. They found happiness in every part of life, and they loved to dance, sing, listen to music, and of course drink.
The cities in the island clusters were like gigantic parties. Getting a peaceful sleep wasn't an option in one of those places.
The man knelt down on the other side of Veronica and he raised her head with one hand. With the other he took out a vial of healing potion and poured it down her throat.
She instantly began coughing, but the Islander closed her mouth, so no liquid would escape. It only took a few seconds for the healing to start.
"Pull knife out now! She needs wound healed before she begins cough!" It wasn't easy to understand his speech, but Michael payed extreme attention to his every word.
He didn't even think if he should trust him or not. With a quick pull the knife left her side, causing a large amount of blood to escape through the wound. She wasn't bleeding it out he realized, this was all inside her lungs.
"Good, good! She live! For next part you should stand back." Michael didn't understand what he was talking about, but in the next moment it became clear.
Suddenly Veronica began coughing up all the blood that was still trapped inside her lungs. The healing potion caused her to heal the wound and made her vomit out everything.
The Islander pushed her on the side, so she wouldn't drown in her own blood. Michael had already went to the other side and now he helped keep Veronica on her side.
She continued to cough blood for the next few minutes, but eventually she stopped and her breathing changed back to normal. Her pulse was also fine, and all her wounds were healed.
"She won't wake for few hours. Suggest getting her back to headquarters." He said while standing and walking away. Before he left though Michael shouted after him.
"Wait, what's your name?" The Islander turned back a large smile on his face.
"My name Hu'elani Kamehaha, but people call me Hu! I'm part of the Creator's Will, Hammon Chapter!" He giggled a bit when he saw Michael's reaction to his name. It was always funny to see their bewilderment, and it was even funnier when they tried to pronounce it. People only call him Hu, because he started to lie at introductions, so they believed that someone else started to call him that!
"Well... I owe you Hu... Thank you, if you ever find yourself in trouble my door is always open for you!" Hu laughed a bit again, and it was such a booming laughter that it even made Michael smile a bit.
"Good! I like make new friend! What name?" It took Michael a second to decipher the question.
"My name is Michael Kane, I'm part of the Unbroken here in Hammon. And this lovely lady behind me is Veronica Navarro, she is a Freelancer." The large man named Hu nodded while still smiling.
"Happy meeting! Take care her, she get cold on ground!" With that the man walked back towards the large crowd and continued to question them. He didn't even ask anything about what happened in the alley, and why was there a dead body lying there.
Michael didn't care though. He was just extremely happy that Hu was here to help Veronica out.
After he checked Veronica all over again, he stood up and sent a cop away to the Unbroken headquarters. He needed a bit of help to get everything in order!
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