Wounds
By Majamane
This is the third story in the Raven series. If you enjoyed this or others
criticism welcome and appreciated.
Safe! I breathed heavily as the adrenalin drained from my system. With
the flow came new pain the wound at my side screaming its attention. As I fumbled for the
medkit a ruby drop life falls to the floor.
Ruby red wine. We had finished a run the week before and still had cred to burn.
Eating out, a place that served real food none of that soy drek. It cost more to get
in then most families dole out a month for food. I laughed as Jase tried tries to feed wine
to Tanya, a trickle flowing down her chin a drop of red falling towards the floor.
I scream as Shadcat cradles Jet's body. Her hair plastered to her face
with sweat as she holds her love's body as the ruby life drained to the floor. In a split
second I had drawn my Predator but the sec-guards Smartlink was faster still. As my wild
rounds head towards the doomed guard I watch in slow motion as scarlet paints the wall
I didn't want to take the run, I had a bad feeling, but I let them talk me into it.
"Come on Yehl, the team needs you." "Even a Raven can't 'find' shiny things forever.
You need to work for your cred." I gave in, shaking my head as we each tossed a cred chip
onto the table in agreement clinking against the cheap table top.
Where fragging the hell is that kit. I fumble blindly around the room, my hands shaking
and barely listening to my brain. I can hear fat cursing me, telling me to get metal put
in but I won't can't do that.
The shell casings clinked and clattered against the ceramic tile as I cut my way through
the security team. Wheels and Turtle waited in the van outside the compound I had the
prototype I just had to make it out. Bullets whizzed past me and I could feel it as if
someone was punching my back. I cried out at least once as a burning trail was ripped
I woke up in the van. Turtle was still completely still, perhaps he had hit
Black Ice. That could have been what alerted security. Maybe this was all bad luck and not a
setup. I slumped back into a stupor as the van rode on.
I pulled myself into the van, the chattering of weapons surrounding us. Turtle was laid
out in the back unconscious or dead I don't know. Wheels was gritting his teeth as he
attempted to work both drone and van to suppress the guards. He seems about toask about
Cat and Jet but I just shake my head and we peel away. The shock and adrenalin catch up
to me and I collapse in the seat.
I fumble through the medkit as my blood paints a mural of pain and loss on
the floor. I seal the wound in my gaping flesh but some wounds will never heal....