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Post by America on Jan 24, 2013 21:39:45 GMT -5
America laughed at that, taking a step back so as to give himself some more shooting room. "Atta girl, Czech!" he exclaimed cheerfully, pulling the trigger and bringing another zombie to the grave (well, to the grave once more). "Still, if you gotta run, just run. Don't worry about me, these guys are pushovers."
It saddened him to realize that he had fought so many zombies that it was almost second-nature for him to aim, shoot, and aim again. He just wanted things to be normal. He didn't like standing out in the open (re)killing old Canadian citizens.
He noticed one closing in on Czech and quickly shot it. He knew she could look after himself, but he made a promise, and he wasn't going to ever break that promise.
[[omg, we should break his promise because fuck da police.]] |
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 24, 2013 23:04:20 GMT -5
Fat chance that, that would happen. She would never abandon him to fight on his own like a coward. It just wasn't her way even if she was scared to death. Yes, she would stay with him no matter what...besides it looked like this fight wouldn't last long seeing how the Zombies' numbers were beginning to dwindle.
"There is no way that I am leaving you..."
She was cut short when the gun had been shot beside her, seeing that she shot a Zombie that was coming at her. She pouted slightly...the gesture was sweet enough but she did not want someone to protect her...she really didn't...she wanted to be independent like the rest but then again she was not above recieving a little assistance...
"Thanks!" She said with a grin then turned her attention to the task at hand. It felt very strange to Czech...usually when she'd kill her inner demon would start to manifest through smiles and stares that were as sharp as blades upon the victims yet now she found herself surprisingly calm...well about as calm as you could be when killing Zombies.
((lol sorry I is tired and not sure what to write seeing how I can't understand you message to me...are you saying that we should break his promise to protect Czech?)
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Post by America on Jan 25, 2013 11:28:52 GMT -5
Noticing that the number of zombies was already dwindling down to the single digits, America realized he hadn't exactly given Czech the proper credit she deserved. He had to remember that even without the crazy alter-ego inside of her, Czech was a very strong woman. She could handle everything by herself, and he didn't need to keep babying her simply because she was a girl.
He already knew that offended her.
He dodged a swipe that one of the larger zombies gave, and once he straightened up, the gun went straight to the undead creature's head. America's finger pulled the trigger as quick as possible. As expected, the blood splattered against him, mostly covering his outstretched arm. He grumbled curses as he kicked the body away.
"Well," he said, trying to hurriedly reload his gun. "This is real messy."
[[Eh, whatever you want, really. There aren't that many zombies here now, so it doesn't matter. ^_^;]] |
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 25, 2013 13:10:04 GMT -5
"Understatment of the year."
The neatfreak that stood next to America would of been having one the biggest fits ever seen from all the blood staining her clothes as well as his own. She knew very well that blood was the hardest substance to get out of cloth espcially white. But she was not throwing the fit as of now seeing that she had to worry over this.
Finally it was down to the last two Zombies that were killed on the spot allowing the sound of the gunshots to echo out around them. Czech looked at the corpse that the two had just killed allowing them to be at peace from their suffering.
Czech would have relaxed if the hairs on her neck weren't still up...she had no idea what was wrong they had killed the Zombies before them so why were her senses flaring up?
Her eyes had widened when the sound behind them finally reached her ears. Her head whirled around seeing that a Zombie had managed to sneak behind them during the comotion and was only a couple of feet away. Being that it was closer to America's side Czech reacted on an impulse as her hands reached out and pushed him aside yelling a warning to him just as she did then turned to face the Zombie.
She instinctually took a large step back and turned her gun onto it taking aim at its head and pulled the trigger. The earsplitting sound of the gunshot never came only a small click. Czech stared at her rifle in confusion then pulled the trigger again and found it had the same noise. It was then she felt a sudden panic come over her for it appeared she was out of bullets.
She backed up, her foot catching on one of the dead Zombies on the ground as her back hit the ground letting out a small cry in surprise. Her eyes looked up now seeing that the Zombie saw her for what she was...easy prey and was taking advantage as it lunged itself for her all the while she was frozen her eyes wide in complete terror.
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Post by America on Jan 25, 2013 14:00:39 GMT -5
America hadn't been expecting to have been pushed out of the way like that with only a shout as a warning. He fell to the ground, his gun falling from his hands and landing somewhere with the rest of the dead zombies. Rather than trying to find it, as his instincts told him to do, he glanced up, trying to catch his breath.
He then noticed why exactly she had pushed him aside. A zombie was facing her, arms outstretched. Had he been in the way, it was nearly certain that he would have at least been badly scratched. Still, he couldn't allow Czech to face the zombie on her own. He had to find his gun and help her, since hers didn't appear to be working.
Of course, when she fell on the ground, he knew that there was no possible way to get his gun before it got her. Thinking fast, he picked himself up from the ground and ran forward, tackling the zombie away from Czech, hoping, praying that it didn't touch her, that she was alright. He had moved too quickly to see the full extent of any damage done to her, but maybe he got the zombie away in time to protect her.
He felt the bones in the creature crack as they both hit the ground, and felt disgusted at how easily the body was already falling apart. His hand shaking, he reached down and tore his knife from its sheath, bringing it down and burying it deep into the zombie's head, ignoring what blood and bits of brain poured out onto his hands. Once the zombie was still, he sighed and sat back, giving himself a few seconds to breathe before turning wildly to face Czech.
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 25, 2013 17:19:07 GMT -5
Czech remained perfectly still as her heart hammered against her chest as though it was threatening to come out of her body...and why not? She had forgotten to exhale when she sucked in a breath as she tried feverously to reach her knife but found herself too late when it was right at her ready to do the deed. Suddenly it wasn't there anymore and instead it was replaced with the sound of the crushing of weak bones as well as the tearing of rotted flesh. Her eyes looked at America's hadiwork when he had finished was at last able to find the will to breathe again seeing that everything was fine.
She was so focused on the body that she almost didn't catch his next question. She blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out and mustered the best smile that she could making to stand up but found herself unable to. She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder...wondering what had happened to make her feel a pain there when obviously nothing had happened. But one look down on her shoulder and she saw that, that was far from the truth.
She saw three shallow scratch marks on her shoulder just inches from her neck that showed up as bright red lines against her pale skin. Czech was about to ask where they came from but she had no need to...she knew exactly where they came from...from the Zombie that had attacked her.
Her hand flew up in attempts to hide it yet knew it was useless...she knew America saw it. She felt her heart race again as she started to try and pick herself up trying her best not to seem shakened by it. "I'm fine." She said quickly keeping her voice as steady as possible though she was shaking violently unable to stop.
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Post by America on Jan 25, 2013 18:04:01 GMT -5
America had first noticed Czech's trembling figure and the forced smile. He figured she was scared, so he stood up to comfort her, slowly walking over with a sigh. It was then, though, that he saw the scratches, and though Czech tried covering them up, they still stayed firm in America's mind. He had broken his promise and he had let Czech get hurt. Maybe if he had been paying more attention, it wouldn't have happened.
As it was, though, he couldn't very well focus on the "what ifs." Czech was laying there, hurt and scared, and America had to at least do a little something to take care of her.
"Oh," he muttered, his face paling. He quickly bent down next to her, gently removing her hands from the wound and staring at it with worried eyes. "W-Well, it isn't too bad, so..." He glanced up at her face and gave her a reassuring smile. "We'll just go to the medics and get it fixed up, 'kay?"
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 25, 2013 19:14:41 GMT -5
"No." That was Czech's firm answer to America's suggestion to having the medics look at her scratches. She did not want them to for fear of being embaressed...what was she to tell them when they would ask her how this happened? Was she suppose to tell them she was out with America looking for some rock? No she would not allow herself to do something like that when it really wasn't that serious.
Reaching into her pack her shaking hands brought out the small bottle of disenfectant and showed it to America as she gave a smile as to assure him. "I have some disenfectant...I can handle it myself." She managed to open it after two tries then proceeded to place the liquid on her scarf and then began to dab her scratches with it. It stung upon touching her skin which made her flinch but she assured herself it was fine being that it was suppose to do that. She continued on with her dabbing avoiding eye contact with America while she fought the tears to stay in her eyes and not fall...she had to be strong...she wasn't a little kid who cried when things got scary, she was a woman.
The tears however broke through and fell down her cheeks in complete silence when she stopped what she was doing when she felt she had down enough. "I'm sorry America." She turned to him now flashing a very weak and fragile smile as the tears streamed down her cheeks without any way of stopping them. "If I hadn't acted like a stupid kid and had wanted that stupid mineral none of this would have..."
Her words were cut short when her body went numb and very much cold from the inside out...then her head started to tingle. A tingle that was far too familiar. She hid it very well from America however, thinking everything was fine...she wasn't about to break down or anything...she was perfectly fine! Wasn't she?
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Post by America on Jan 25, 2013 19:39:23 GMT -5
He supposed that using a disinfectant would be fine for the moment. He still expected her to get checked by the medics, just in case there was some sign of infection that was left over, but he wasn't going to complain if this was what she wanted to do for the moment. Besides, she just looked too shaken up. Her hands were trembling, even as she spread the liquid around her skin, and he could tell that she was struggling to keep her tears in check.
When she did finally start crying, America was quick to shake his head and gather her in a hug, running a hand up and down her back. "Come on, don't cry!" he whispered, trying to laugh it off. "We're both fine, you know? Look, that's just a scratch, it's nothing we can't fix." He grinned, drawing back from her just slightly. "And now, once we finish digging up this pota- uh, potash stuff, we can go back home and take a nice shower, alright?"
He did notice a slight change in her, but he didn't dwell on it too much, thinking it to just be some sort of shock. |
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 25, 2013 20:14:47 GMT -5
She tried her best to suck it up yet found it futile as she let a tiny sob escape her lips as she gripped America tightly the tears refusing to let up no matter what she told herself. And America's words weren't helping in the least.
At last she had managed to calm herself down as she began to wipe the tears off of her face swallowing a large lump in her throat keeping her head down as she smiled down at her lap. Thats what she loved about America...he could make her feel so warm just from simple words...a very rare and very special talent to possess. She about to speak when the tingle progressed this time turning to a headache which made her eyes widen as her hand grabbed his jacket tightly as her fists shook.
She tried to relax...no...no way that she'd give in...not now...not now! It wasn't his fault that this whole thing happened it was her's.
Though that did not seem to matter. A promise was a promise and the other Czech always kept her promises.
"You made her cry..."
Her voice had suddenly changed into an icy tone with a note of danger laced into the words. America no sooner found a very strong and powerful grip tighten on his shoulder squeezing it with no such mercy as she looked up to meet eyes with him her blue green eyes that were filled with so much childish cheerfulness were now replaced with intent to murder.
"You didn't keep your word."
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Post by America on Jan 25, 2013 20:46:23 GMT -5
It had been alright at first. America was comforting her (or he felt like he was comforting her, he didn't know how good of a job he was doing) and she was slowly calming down. He figured they would dry her tears, finish with their digging, and go home for a checkup. He didn't anticipate being suddenly gripped by his shoulder. The fingernails dug into his skin and he found himself wincing, eyes turning down to Czech in surprise.
No, not Czech. This was the other Czech.
"N-No, I swear, I was...I mean, I did-" America quickly blurted out, trying to defend himself. He knew he was in the wrong on this one. He had made Czech cry, and he hadn't protected her like he should have. He broke the promise. He broke it, and Czech was fulfilling her part of the deal. Not that America was going to just sit back and let her. He had every right to protect himself- after all, he did try.
Trying didn't cut a promise, though.
He swallowed. "L-Look, it won't happen again!" he assured. "It was just a mistake this time, and I swear, I'll never let her get hurt again!" |
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 25, 2013 21:18:46 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed onto him while a look of venom touched her and the very hint of a snarl touched those lips seeming to be very much aggitated by his words. Without any more words exchanged between the two, she had grabbed him by both shoulders now and pinned him down now on top of him while one hand pressed down against his neck.
The dangerous looked stayed as to distract him while her nimble fingers were reaching down to one of her boots. Suddenly a look of what could of been called dissapointment was seen in her eyes. "Such a shame...to think I actually thought you would keep the promise you made...to think I trusted you even a fraction...well you can trust me America..."
Her hand now closed around the handle of a knife that her host kept hidden in her boots for safe keeping. A slow smile touched her face one that showed what sick desires she wanted to inflict onto the man before her.
"You can trust me that I will make this very quick so long as you stay still..."
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Post by America on Jan 25, 2013 21:50:43 GMT -5
America didn't even have time to panic sufficiently before he found himself pinned to the ground. While he knew he was stronger, while he knew he had the strength to get out of this situation, Czech was also strong. Getting her off of him would involve hurting her in some way. He already let her get hurt under his watch, and even if this was her crazy side, he wasn't prepared to hurt her even more just to save his own skin.
He did struggle under her grip, though, wishing (for once) that he was smaller so he could slide out from her hands easier. He certainly wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of triumph. But, no matter what, it seemed he was doomed to lose this battle. He either went with it and let Czech kill him, knowing he would regenerate (but also knowing the real Czech would never forgive herself), or he used physical force to fight back, knowing that the evil Czech would probably never leave him alone after that (and knowing he would hurt Czech if he tried anything involving too much power).
Simply put, he was stuck, and he hated being stuck.
Still moving against the hold she had on him, he snapped, "Get over yourself, gosh! I already said I promise it won't happen again and she wasn't even hurt that bad! It's just a scratch, I swear!" |
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Post by Czech Republic on Jan 25, 2013 22:28:52 GMT -5
The darker Czech seemed to pause at this the knife still in her hand raised above her shoulder threatening to strike him down any second yet did not. It seemed his words struck a positive cord with her. Well not with her exactly.
"Don't do it!"
The voice of the original sweet Czech left the lips of the other as her eyes seemed to widen in what looked like horror when her mouth came to cover her lips.
"Wh--What..."
"I said don't! Don't you dare hurt him! It isn't his fault!"
She released his neck from her death grip leaving him with probable bruises and stood up still holding the knife tightly as she glared down at him yet her face seemed twisted as though in pain.
"It is his fault! He promised to protect you in my place and he did not with hold it! Men who are dishonorable deserve to die!"
The two voices mingled together was quite a sight...It seemed almost unreal...like two women really were arguing with one another over whether or not kill the man beneath them...Only God knew what he must be thinking!
The knife was raised up as thought reluctantly as e hand shook as it touched Czech's fragile neck.
"If you do kill him...then I in turn will kill myself...then what will you do?"
There was a deep silence...one that seemed to cut deep into the atmosphere while the other Czech and the orginal were battling one another mentally. A hand reached up and touched the place where Czech was striked and then looked to the Zombies at her feet not seeming to be bothered by the sight nor the smell of rotted death. She thought this over in silence...she had promised him...she always kept her promises no matter what...yet her other side was giving her an ultimatium...the last time Czech had died she was the one who appeared as a result...what would happen if this was done once more?
((I'm having fun with the split personalities...I use to be able to hear voices as a kid...so I am able to draw my own experience into this!))
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Post by America on Jan 26, 2013 10:24:02 GMT -5
The young superpower had been preparing himself to be brutally stabbed, so when the alter-ego was cut off by another voice - one that came from her own mouth, it seemed -, America blinked in surprise. He watched for a few seconds before realizing that Czech had let him go. His hand flew up to his throat, caressing the spot he knew was bruised. His blue eyes, though, never once left the girl in front of him.
When she mentioned killing herself, America gritted his teeth. Now, there was another reason he had to stay alive. He couldn't very well let Czech do that! It wouldn't be her fault if he was killed, since she seemed to have no control over her alter-ego (if she did, they wouldn't even be here in the first place), so she didn't deserve to die over him.
"Look," he said, cautiously getting to his feet. "No one's gotta die over this." He wasn't sure if anything he had to say would set this Czech off, so he knew he was treading in very, very thin ice. Trying to reason with someone this insane wasn't like reasoning with any of the other nations. This involved both careful speech and careful movements. However, the couple of centuries he had in hand brought a little bit of experience into play, especially when taking the Cold War into consideration, when it seemed all he had to deal with were people this insane.
Swallowing, he pushed aside those memories and continued. "Like I said, it's a scratch. It won't happen again, alright? I was just trying to get Czech a birthday gift, is all." Not that guilt-tripping the alter-ego would work, but he had to make an attempt to save them all. |
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