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[log] I, Robot [closed]

Characters: John Watson, Quark, Ecks, and Luna
Location: Building 70
Date: Day 273
Summary: Event stuff
Warnings: Radiation sickness-related grossness, character death, severe injury, probably mentions of amputation.

[A standard two-story house with a basement. The first floor has a kitchen, living room, and dining room, while the second floor has two bedrooms and a bathroom. One of the bedrooms was once littered with pages torn from a book, with various unnerving scribbles drawn all over them, but they're gone now. The backyard to this house is pretty large, including a plastic child's slide and a buried sandbox. The ice underneath the slide has been shattered. There is a mound of snow in the yard where it seems something has been buried. A chair--taken from the kitchen--has been placed over the mound. "UNIDENTIFIED CHILD - FOUND BY JPHAWKINS S.B. DAY 27" has been written on it in black paint.]

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[It's been a rough, sick day for everyone. Naturally, nobody's really been moving or terribly talkative. And John had them restrain him in case anything happened, so when he's out and about, it's an immediate red flag. Quark tenses, and starts to speak, starts to rise.]

Doctor John, how...

[But he doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence. He's so startled when John lunges for him that he doesn't register the thought of moving away. And then, all of a sudden, the man's hand is around his neck and Quark can barely find the strength to breathe, let alone make any other noise. He scrabbles at the hand crushing his neck, kicking his legs and trying to find traction. He implores John with his remaining eye--please, don't do this--but to his horror can sense no glimmer of recognition in the cold face that stares back at him.

Where's Ecks? Could she stop him? Distract him? Snap him out of it? He tries to get a glimpse of her, but can't see where she's resting. Isn't sure how to alert her without taking his hands away from their so-important task of trying to pry John away from him. Maybe the sound of him slamming to the floor, his hat clanking and spinning against the ground, will be enough to alert her.]

Edited 2017-08-27 21:34 (UTC)

[John pays no mind to Quark's kicking, even as the boy manages to get in a few good ones to his Chest. The fingers prying at him are also ignored. John just squeezes, digging his fingers in and beginning to crush Quark's windpipe.]

[Quark's head whirls as dark spots press in on his vision. Good this hurts, this hurts. There has to be something he can do, something that'll work. Think, Quark, think.

There's a knife in his pocket. He always keeps it there for emergencies.

As fast as he can he take a hand away from John's and plunges it into his pocket. He's careless, so the blade slices into his fingers but he doesn't care. Adrenaline helps him push through the sharp bite of pain. Quark grabs the handle and plunges it into the hand around his throat.

No time to question the choice. He'll jut have to hope that John forgives him later.]

[Unfortunately for Quark, the knife doesn't faze John. He blinks at it and cocks his head slightly. Where did that come from? His grip weakens slightly, though. But Quark might have only a moment or two to celebrate. John's broken hand comes up and pushes down harder on the handle, slicing fully through the doctor's hand.

Quark's neck is still directly beneath it.]

[It's hard to hear the scuffling from outside, given how sickness makes her head pound unnaturally, how her body aches and trembles. Determination alone gets her to the house where she knows Quark is resting, and determination alone opens the door.

It's the Laws that spur her to drop everything in the doorway and sprint.

She doesn't want to hurt him. She can't hurt him. But there's still plenty of force as she drops herself between Watson and Quark, force behind the grip that she shoves against his arm, against his gripping fingers, her hand digging into his coatsleeve with a strength that isn't quite human, isn't quite right for a woman her size.

It's hard. It's so, so hard to keep her grip when her body screams with sickness. But she can't let Quark be harmed. Especially not like this.]

John! John, l-let go of him! Let go!!

[John topples over onto his side with the force of Luna smacking into him and shoving. He doesn't particularly respond to that, just turns his head to look at her. There's no recognition, nothing even particularly human in the gaze that settles on her for a moment. He needs his hand free if he's going to murder Quark. And Luna, as well. She's there.

The doctor raises his stabbed hand and settles his teeth around the handle before pulling it out. He doesn't have a very strong grip, but he gets the thing in hand and lashes out, aiming for Luna's face.]

Edited 2017-08-28 00:18 (UTC)

[It didn't work. He's going to die. Everything is going black and tears burn hot down his cheeks at John's relentless strangling. But then, all at once, he can breathe again. Quark sucks in air wildly, coughing and sputtering and wheezing as he curls instinctively in on himself.

But no, this is wrong. What's going on? Luna's voice is muffled under the ringing in his ears, but he manages to look her way as she and John topple over. Oh...oh, the knife. The knife.]

No...

[His voice is a weak croak as Quark staggers to his feet. Everything is moving so slow and confusingly. But Quark can't let Luna get hurt here. He hasn't even seen her again yet, not for real. She saved him. She's here. Blindly, Quark stumbles forward, trying to intercept the path of the knife, reaching for it without really knowing what he's doing, other than the single-minded determination not to let it get Luna.]

[In the moment Luna meets the glassy look John gives her, her heart sinks. It's John, but it's the wrong John, a shell of a person. How similarly it looked to the starts of Radical-6...

And then she hears the murmuring voice behind her, turns her gaze just enough to see that Quark is not moving away like she'd hoped. No, no, what was he doing???

Frantic, desperate, her attention rips from Watson to instead grab for Quark's outstretched arms and pull them down hard to redirect him, putting her broad back between him and where Watson still sat.]

Q-Quark, don't--

[She doesn't see the knife, doesn't see John rip it from his own hand without an ounce of reaction. So when the blade hooks Luna's skin with the subtle screech of metal against metal, ripping a line from her jawline nearly all the way up to one of her eyes, she shrieks, a hand flying up far too late to shield herself. Where a line of blood should run instead drips fluid of stark white, down her face and onto the floor in frantic spatters.

John... has attacked her? He'd hurt her?

She knows it can't be him. Something was too horribly wrong, everything already so out of character to the doctor she knew before. But her bleeding face still can't hide the look of pained shock when she finally glances up.]

John... please, you can't do this --

[She sounds tired, fear heavy in her eyes. But she still shifts herself in front of Quark, still gripping for the boy's wrist even though she knows he'll likely rip it away soon enough.]

[It's white that drips down Luna's face, but John's blood is red as ever. He doesn't react or respond when she addresses him, just moves to attack again. This time it's a stab for Luna's throat. He'll take care of her, then the boy. Luna might note that his right hand is hanging limp and that his fingers are sticking out at odd angles. A set of handcuffs hangs from his left wrist.]

Edited 2017-08-28 01:15 (UTC)

[Ecks had been dozing, unaware of any remaining danger after they restrained Doctor Watson. The shouting roused her, dread filling her gut along with nausea. The hatchet is the weapon closest to hand and she grabs it up without thinking, sending crayons and stuffed animals flying from the bed as she sprints out the door and down the stairs. She has a split second to take in the scene, to see the blood, the not-blood, the knife stabbing toward the woman's throat --]

Stop.

[She speaks, but she doesn't pause to give Doctor Watson a chance to listen. Not knowing that the others have already done worse to him without garnering a reaction, she lowers the hatchet and charges forward to drive the relatively blunt top edge of the head hard into his kidney.]

[Quark isn't sure where to focus first. His vision and breathing is still ragged and shaky. So much is happening. He coughs as he tries to speak, fighting through the damage to his vocal cords.]

Miss...Luna! Luna, no!

[She's hurt, she's hurt so bad. He's weak and she has a hold on his wrist and she's shielding him but he desperately lunges to try and grab John's arm, steer it away from such a vital hit.]

You have to stop! You have to!

[But he knows John won't hear him, not anymore, so he turns his desperate gaze to Ecks instead.]

We can't let this happen!

[Between Quark lunging his weight from her grip and Ecks suddenly charging in to shove the doctor aside, Luna is jostled enough that the blow to her neck misses its mark, cutting instead across the line of her collarbone. Again the blade draw up white, mingling with the red of John's blood and staining the collar of her coat.

She shudders with a cry, curling up on herself slightly, but not before noticing the shape of John's unoccupied fingers.

Her mind buzzes. To come up with a plan on the fly like this is not her strength, but she can't just sit in indecision. Too much is happening at once.]

E-Ecks, his knife! T-try and pin it down, we-- we need to restrain him somehow...!

[In the same breath, she's moving, breath hitching with pain as she abandons Quark and clumsily scrambles to get her fingers wrapped around John's broken hand. To actually apply pressure takes more effort than it should - she doesn't want to hurt him, she doesn't want to - but her grip squeezes, trying to yank it down to the floor as best she can.]

[Luna does John more of a favor than Ecks when she yanks on him. John stumbles, but doesn't go down and the golem's blow hits his stomach. It knocks the breath out of him, but nothing else. He doesn't respond to pain.

His next moves are purely tactical. John kicks at Ecks and uses Luna's grip on him to yank her closer. He'll try to stab Quark's knife into her neck again, this time from the side.]

Edited 2017-08-28 02:48 (UTC)

[With the distance so close, there's no time for Luna to react. The knife jams into the skin of her neck with a jolt of electricity and enough ABT fluid to make the redhead instantly halt. It's just like the severing of a major artery.

Down she crumples, hands weakly clawing at her neck in some failed attempt to stop the damage. It shouldn't be getting so hard to think, to process, but all she can do now is panic. She's hurt. She's hurt badly.]

[ The fluid is not blood but Ecks sees Castiel's dying moments in the way Luna drops; sees the helpless fear of people she has killed by her own hand in a past life. Too late, too slow, she grabs at Doctor Watson's arm, hatchet clattering to the floor as she gets a handful of his shirt at his shirt instead. His kick may work against him; she stumbles off balance and yanks at him as she tilts off balance. ]

[Quark, for his part, stops putting up a fight. His shoulders slump and his grip on Watson fails as he watches Luna fall back onto the floor. His eye wells with fresh tears as he leans over her, hands on her arms.]

No, no, no, no, please be okay, please don't die. What can I do? There has to be something...something I can do.

[But he doesn't know. He's not a doctor. John's a doctor and he's the one who did this.]

[John let's himself fall forward with Ecks once Luna let's go of him. He tries to turn to make sure he falls on top of her. She's not a target, but the golem is in the way. He aims to stab Quark's knife into her arm to get her to let go. If that works, he'll pull himself up to try to stab Quark in the back of his neck.]

[Ecks has no chance of regaining her balance once John adds his weight to her momentum. She falls hard, her handless arm coming up to thump at his head and shoulders, though it assuredly hurts her more than him if a strike lands. She's fighting to get out from under him even before they've quite landed; his strike only grazes her arm but it's more than enough to make her let go as she shoves hard against him instead, sure he's going to go for her own throat next. The second his weight is off her she's reaching for the hatchet; when her hand closes on its grip she swings it up at him without a thought as to the direction of the blade.]

[It's odd, how still she grows the more she states to fade. Her hands are still curled to her neck, feeling the spill, feeling every alarm start to ring vibrant and red in her mind. She tries to talk, but her voice spills out in a metallic, distant tone, like she's speaking through the back of a tin can.]

Q---Quark--

[He's not safe. He's still not safe. She needs to make sure he's safe, but she can't move, she can't do anything but bleed and bleed.

But she has to do something. She has to tell Quark something to snap him out of it.]

Please--- run--

[With a shudder and a sudden, unnatural halt to her breathing, Luna's eyes dim, her weight falling limp. It will take another minute or so for her to properly fade as her systems start to crash one by one, but outwardly, she's now beyond saving.]

You...You killed her. Doctor John, you...

[But there's a sickening sound as his own knife plunges into the back of his neck and Quark can't talk anymore. He sees red, feels red, hot and angry, as the blade slices through important pieces of him. Quark feels the blood spill out and stain his clothes, bubble out of his mouth, and his own gaze loses its clarity as he continues to look back down at Luna.

He's so sorry, Luna. He didn't have a chance to listen. And soon, his body tips over and hits the ground, still.]

[And that's Quark dead. Good. That's done. John would turn from that and just carry on, but Ecks' hatchet slams into his right arm above the elbow, partially severing it and spattering blood. The doctor just blinks and glances down at the wound before dropping Quark's knife and going to reach for the hatchet to pull it out. It's going to be a hindrance, and that's really all that matters.

He stares blankly at Ecks as he attempts to remove the weapon.]

[Ecks stares back into his eyes, her seemingly blank gaze finding a mirror there. She has seen that look before in her brothers' and sisters' eyes, the same as she has seen them fight like this, without pain or fear. Dread certainty that he will not stop fills her heart, and she lets go of the hatchet to twist and grab the knife he has dropped, rocking up onto her right elbow and then letting her weight carry her back over as she swings the knife in a backhanded arc at his throat in turn.]

[John does absolutely nothing to stop her. Instead, he's focused on getting the hatchet out. When the knife cuts across his throat, he pauses, then coughs, blood bubbling up to his lips, even as it pours from his neck. He wavers and half-raises a hand to pull her away, but doesn't make it. John collapses, half-atop Luna's legs. He draws in a few gurgling breaths and coughs before simply succumbing to the rapid blood-loss.

He doesn't say a word or make any sounds but the coughs throughout this.]

[It's done. Ecks scrambles away from under him, eyes never leaving him. She shudders violently, fearful that he will somehow continue even as she watches the life ebb from him and panicked at the thought that she has just murdered her friend. She doesn't make a sound, either, for a long time, but sits trembling with the knife clutched in her hand until long after she is the only living person in the room. Only when the blood on her skin is growing cool and sticky will she get up and move, though her wits are scattered and she does not think to bind her new wound before a new wave of terror crashes through her and sends her running back to the bedroom for her tablet to warn the others.]

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