((suggested listening -- Jesper Kyd: Ave Maria
'Stop the bleeding. There, that's good. Pressure. Good, good. Okay, now just...just...
"Shhhh..." he responded to Tori's second apology. He had to concentrate or he was going to lose her. Her breathing became weaker, and he doubled his efforts despite the detriment of his heavy breathing and tearing eyes. The cloth he was using to prevent Tori's bleeding stomach was becoming steadily more crimson.
"No, come on...Tori, stay awake!
" he choked, wiping one of his eyes with a free hand. She said she wished they were back on the beach in Denton, and he never wanted anything else so bad in his life. But he knew it couldn't happen.
'Please don't take her away...I thought...I thought she was for me....
Bryan stopped applying the pressure, his chest still heaving but beginning to slow. It was quiet now except for the crackling announcements, but he was tuning them right out. His lip trembled as he kept his eyes fixed on his hands, which rested on Tori's now motionless stomach. Her breathing had stopped. She was dead. That was it; you lose, thanks for playing.
It hurt so much. Bryan curled his quivering hands into fists as his face contorted into an expression of agony. Now there was a different kind of pressure building up at the front of his skull as he clenched his teeth and exhaled with a low grumble until it hurt at the back of his eyes. A half-insane chuckle rumbled past his lips. "Come on..."
Bryan slammed his fist against the cold, hard floor. "COME ON! DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME!!
" he screamed, getting to his feet in a wild rage and hurling the medkit against the wall with a crash. He let out a cry and toppled the instrument table. Surgical tools and 9mm shells spilled onto the floor. He wasn't screaming at Tori. It was someone else, someone he couldn't see. Not Danya. Not Wilson. Someone he wasn't even sure could hear him, or existed. Someone who'd cheated him, who'd let Tori die because she'd had a big enough heart to save Mari from being worm food.
"MARI, YOU FUCKING STUPID BITCH!
" he roared at the top of his lungs, snatching up the SPAS-12 furiously. The daypack that lay open beside him held the hand axe and the Agram, and he threw the shotgun strap over his shoulder to grab them both as well. Hastily he opened a box of shotgun shells and clumsily stuffed a handful into his pocket. The supplies meant nothing to him anymore. He'd fucking eat Mari's skin if he had to, but now pursuing her was top priority. The only priority. Get her. Fucking catch the bitch and make her pay. Anything to stop the awful hurting.
Wiping his tearing eyes, Bryan cast one final glance at the girl who'd meant everything to him and scrambled through the window after Mari, full-out sprinting toward the school building. He had nothing to lose anymore.
'Goddamn you, she was for me!
((concluded in Redemption