Lucem
Ten Thousand Club
Ashley Hart
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]
LOCATION:
CDPD-HQ, Upper Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Ashley, Bandy, Boltius, Callista, Dyne, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Jericho, Tatsuya
TACTICAL MAYHEM
Sprawled out on a bed of shattered glass and sharp rock, Ashley opened his eyes and awakened to find that the world was still on fire. His vision was still blurry, and the scenery seemed to shake each time his brain trembled from the aftershocks of pain, but his other senses picked up on the destruction around him. A smokey, rust-like odor filled his nostrils, and his tongue drowned in the familiar taste of iron.
As the red glow faded from his eyes, the images they captured became clearer. He noticed the nearby wreckage that blocked his view, and he struggled to remember when he left the car. A loud, irritating ringing played in his ears as he picked at the pieces of forcibly scattered memories, making it even harder to recall. Moments before everything went dark, he tried handing off the wheel of the denali to another Phoenix and went to hold off the masked enemies that halted the getaway. Then there was a powerful shockwave and the terrible sound of crunching metal.
Pushing against the ground, he slowly pulled himself together. As he did so, blood trickled down from his head. His hair was more red than black, having filled in the dark spaces between each bright streak with his own crimson. Even compared to his appearance from a few moments ago, he was looking rough, but that didn't concern him. As he collected his scrambled thoughts, he could only think about the others.
When he finally found his way to his feet, he scanned the ruined area to find any sign of his friends. In spite of his current state, he spotted them quickly, but it brought him no relief. He felt nothing but worry as he watched Bolt charge in, his body bathed in scorching flames.
DUMBASS!
Gritting his teeth, Ashley put all of his remaining strength into his legs and clumsily chased after the Ace. The panic-fueled beats of his heart were loud, counting down every precious second. They only intensified when he saw the blonde woman effortlessly evade Boltius.
He'd been reliving his biggest regrets all day, but those horrific memories were more vivid now than ever. Once again, he was about to lose everything, powerless to do anything about it. He wanted to deny it with all of his heart, but with nothing except stubborn will and refusal to repeat the past, he was well-aware that he couldn't beat the people who were trying to rip away what little he had left. At the very least, he wanted to buy time for everyone to escape. That should have been his job, not Bolt's. The Phoenixes could afford to lose a no-name piece of shit. They couldn't lose one of their leaders.
He ran ahead, but in a moment, all of his determination was snuffed out, made to crumble along with the earth beneath his feet. With an outstretched arm, he fell, failing to reach the person in front of him as his vision became clouded by debris. He could feel his heart sink along with him. Even after all this time, he couldn't pull through when it mattered most. Absolutely nothing about him had changed.
Feeling the rushing wind, Ashley clenched his fist and looked around as the world sped by. This wasn't the time for an undeserved pity party. If there was still time to feel sorry for himself, then there was sure as hell time to do something else. He wasn't dead yet.
Catching a glimpse of a more familar streak of golden hair, Ashley reached out, trying to grab Callista's hand and pull her close. He couldn't fly, and he couldn't slow them down, but he could at least take the hit for someone else. That's all he was ever really good for. If he could get even one person out of this, then he could say he did at least one decent thing with his life.
Sorry...
As the red glow faded from his eyes, the images they captured became clearer. He noticed the nearby wreckage that blocked his view, and he struggled to remember when he left the car. A loud, irritating ringing played in his ears as he picked at the pieces of forcibly scattered memories, making it even harder to recall. Moments before everything went dark, he tried handing off the wheel of the denali to another Phoenix and went to hold off the masked enemies that halted the getaway. Then there was a powerful shockwave and the terrible sound of crunching metal.
Pushing against the ground, he slowly pulled himself together. As he did so, blood trickled down from his head. His hair was more red than black, having filled in the dark spaces between each bright streak with his own crimson. Even compared to his appearance from a few moments ago, he was looking rough, but that didn't concern him. As he collected his scrambled thoughts, he could only think about the others.
When he finally found his way to his feet, he scanned the ruined area to find any sign of his friends. In spite of his current state, he spotted them quickly, but it brought him no relief. He felt nothing but worry as he watched Bolt charge in, his body bathed in scorching flames.
DUMBASS!
Gritting his teeth, Ashley put all of his remaining strength into his legs and clumsily chased after the Ace. The panic-fueled beats of his heart were loud, counting down every precious second. They only intensified when he saw the blonde woman effortlessly evade Boltius.
He'd been reliving his biggest regrets all day, but those horrific memories were more vivid now than ever. Once again, he was about to lose everything, powerless to do anything about it. He wanted to deny it with all of his heart, but with nothing except stubborn will and refusal to repeat the past, he was well-aware that he couldn't beat the people who were trying to rip away what little he had left. At the very least, he wanted to buy time for everyone to escape. That should have been his job, not Bolt's. The Phoenixes could afford to lose a no-name piece of shit. They couldn't lose one of their leaders.
He ran ahead, but in a moment, all of his determination was snuffed out, made to crumble along with the earth beneath his feet. With an outstretched arm, he fell, failing to reach the person in front of him as his vision became clouded by debris. He could feel his heart sink along with him. Even after all this time, he couldn't pull through when it mattered most. Absolutely nothing about him had changed.
Feeling the rushing wind, Ashley clenched his fist and looked around as the world sped by. This wasn't the time for an undeserved pity party. If there was still time to feel sorry for himself, then there was sure as hell time to do something else. He wasn't dead yet.
Catching a glimpse of a more familar streak of golden hair, Ashley reached out, trying to grab Callista's hand and pull her close. He couldn't fly, and he couldn't slow them down, but he could at least take the hit for someone else. That's all he was ever really good for. If he could get even one person out of this, then he could say he did at least one decent thing with his life.
Sorry...