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Jun 21, 2010 12:26:17 GMT -5
Post by Sid on Jun 21, 2010 12:26:17 GMT -5
"Ha, there's no difference--they're just the same as you and me. Except they're licensed. Did you know the success rate for CPR ranges from only five to ten percent ranging on how quickly it's administered--"
The wail of sirens soon pierced the air, and Sid, despite himself, rushed over to the window.
"Shit. Those aren't paramedics. It's the cops. You called the cops on us?"
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Jun 21, 2010 19:12:14 GMT -5
Post by Anastasia on Jun 21, 2010 19:12:14 GMT -5
She blinked. What's CPR?
Before she could ask, however, there were the sirens, and she quickly moved to the window.
"What? There shouldn't be--I told them it was an accident!"
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Jun 22, 2010 13:00:46 GMT -5
Post by Sid on Jun 22, 2010 13:00:46 GMT -5
"Great, they probably followed us here. I shouldn't have fired those shots earlier," he muttered angrily, beginning to reload his weapon. "But, you know, whatever--bygones are bygones. Can't change the past."
Sid lowered his gaze to Christian's unconscious form. He sighed.
"I'll distract them. Just get out of here and get him some help."
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Jun 22, 2010 21:31:15 GMT -5
Post by Anastasia on Jun 22, 2010 21:31:15 GMT -5
His unselfish suggestion stopped her in her tracks, and for the first time the look that she gave him wasn't an unpleasant one.
"Thank you." She said sincerely. "Be careful of the gendarmes, they've seen so much oddness that they're rather jumpy."
Hesitating only a moment, she turned and fled from the room. She would go out the back way, she decided. That way the gendarmes would not see her face.
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Jun 23, 2010 0:19:49 GMT -5
Post by Sid on Jun 23, 2010 0:19:49 GMT -5
"Ah, Christ, I'm gonna regret this. You better have been worth it, Christopher," Sid muttered under his breath.
He hastily seized the coat that Christian wore by the shoulders and glancing about hastily, dragged the man, coat and all, underneath the four-poster bed, disarranging the sheets in such a way as to properly conceal his body. The bleeding had nearly stopped; Christopher would be fine. Thanks to Sid.
With that, Sid looked over his shoulder to ensure that Anastasia had gone from the room before running out and shutting the door behind him.
"Distract them...distract them..."
Sid breathlessly rushed down several flights of stairs, down a corridor into the nearest room, kicking in the door as he went.
There were no occupants, thank God.
He settled in beside the window, positioning his weapon on the ledge before taking aim at the nearest policemen and firing several rounds at them.
Their bodies fell onto the ground with a dull thud, dark patches of blood pooling out from under their lifeless forms. The captain exclaimed something in French frantically and fired a warning shot into the air.
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Jun 23, 2010 0:38:51 GMT -5
Post by Anastasia on Jun 23, 2010 0:38:51 GMT -5
She was halfway down the street when she heard the gunshot, and momentarily paused in the shadows before continuing on to Le Rouge. Please be all right...If asked who the thought was for, she would have been unable to say .
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Jun 23, 2010 13:29:30 GMT -5
Post by Christian on Jun 23, 2010 13:29:30 GMT -5
Inopportune as always, Christian came around presently, sitting up in one abrupt but groggy movement, and consequently, banged his brow against the thick wood frame of the bed.
"Wha--"
He rubbed his brow and partially crawled out from underneath the bed before having to pause and wait for the pain that wracked his body to subside.
Oh, that Sid fellow would pay...
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Jun 23, 2010 13:37:07 GMT -5
Post by Sid on Jun 23, 2010 13:37:07 GMT -5
Sid shot a round at the captain, who collapsed clutching his chest and making innumerable indistinguishable sounds, drawing the momentary attention of nearly everyone around him.
"Oh, don't get your damn panties in a wad. You'll live to serve another day," he grumbled.
He seized his rifle and sprinted back upstairs. Better to confuse the policemen, he thought.
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Jul 7, 2010 21:07:49 GMT -5
Post by Christian on Jul 7, 2010 21:07:49 GMT -5
In the meantime, Christian managed to drag himself out entirely from underneath the bed and began his slow, painful journey towards the closed door, cursing lightly under his breath all the while.
Eventually, he reached his destination and paused there to catch his breath.
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Jul 7, 2010 21:10:36 GMT -5
Post by Sid on Jul 7, 2010 21:10:36 GMT -5
"Yikes," Sid muttered, as a muffled volley of shots abruptly shattered the momentary silence. "Back up and at 'em, are we?"
It was time to make a break for it.
As it was, he rushed into the room just as Christian had gotten one hand wrapped around the doorknob, knocking the poor man to the floor.
"Bloody Christ--what the hell are you doing down there?"
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Jul 7, 2010 21:14:05 GMT -5
Post by Christian on Jul 7, 2010 21:14:05 GMT -5
He groggily rubbed his aching brow.
"Escaping from you, actually, before you tried to kill me yet again!"
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Jul 7, 2010 21:18:07 GMT -5
Post by Sid on Jul 7, 2010 21:18:07 GMT -5
Sid rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, well--I'm saving you now," he sighed. "Come on."
He carefully adjusted the strap of his rifle on one shoulder, seized Christian by the arms, and huffing, slung the man over his free shoulder.
"God...you're heavy! What do you eat?"
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Jul 7, 2010 21:22:13 GMT -5
Post by Christian on Jul 7, 2010 21:22:13 GMT -5
Somewhere amidst a string of loud protests, Christian ceased struggling and lay limp in Sid's grasp, exhausted beyond belief. It didn't matter, really--the madman was "saving" him, after all...or supposedly.
Even so, he didn't believe he would make it far on his own, especially with his wounds. He owed Sid that much, if he made it out of this particular situation alive.
His head bounced up and down, as the two made their tortuous way down the stairs and to the back of the hotel.
"What I eat is my own business...thank you very much..."
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Jul 7, 2010 21:26:11 GMT -5
Post by Sid on Jul 7, 2010 21:26:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, whatever."
He made a clumsy dash towards the back door and, praying that no one had bothered to notice an armed man supporting another heavily wounded and bleeding man in the midst of all the commotion, leaped into a nearby clump of bushes and began tracking his way towards the nearest infirmary.
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