[log] I, Robot [closed]

[jumpthegun]

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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cw: facial and hand injury, blood, throat trauma

[ecks]

[ 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. ]

cw: facial and hand injury, blood, throat trauma

[averytinyparticle]

[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.]

cw: facial and hand injury, blood, throat trauma

[jumpthegun]

[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.]

cw: facial and hand injury, blood, throat trauma

[ecks]

[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.]

cw: facial and hand injury, blood, throat trauma, death

[brokethefirst]

[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.]

cw: blood, throat trauma, death

[averytinyparticle]

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.]

cw: blood, traumatic wounds, partial dismemberment

[jumpthegun]

[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.]

cw: blood, traumatic wounds, partial dismemberment, throat trauma

[ecks]

[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.]

cw: blood, traumatic wounds, partial dismemberment, throat trauma, death

[jumpthegun]

[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.]

cw: blood, traumatic wounds, partial dismemberment, throat trauma, death

[ecks]

[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.]