Will stood up. Evidently, he was still alive. With a look of bewilderment on his face, he surveyed the scene. There was a girl, lying dead on the ground with her head blown open, three people with gunshot wounds, Ianto and Will being the only ones not injured severely. Then, there was the strange Viktor Kurchatov standing nearby, a revolver poking out of one of his pockets. He didn't know him well, but he knew enough about his personality that he could be potentially dangerous. Right now he was pleading for his life, saying that the girl on the ground was dangerous, that she had a knife and was going to stab them.
All he'd seen was somebody trying to help. If she'd had a weapon at the ready... who didn't? There were so many dangerous people on this island it would be stupid not to. Will knew people. She seemed a little strange, but that could be attributed to being kidnapped and forced to kill people on a deserted tropical island. This guy, Viktor... werido. Not someone Will would trust, regardless of the circumstances.
Looking back at Christian, who seemed to be stirring, he walked towards Viktor, palms towards him, to show he meant no harm. A deranged look was plastered on Viktor's brutalized face.
The boy nodded.
"Viktor, buddy... I understand. You're scared, we all are. It's too bad she's dead, but nobody can do anything about it now. Settle down, okay? Listen... we've got wounded people here... we need all the help we can get. The fact that you didn't shoot the rest of us, tells me that you're a good guy, who's just scared out of his mind. If you can keep yourself together, would you help us?"
He nodded again, looking reassured. Will held out his hand.
Naive little prick.
"I... I will help, yes, I will help you Will."
But before he could shake Will's bloodstained hand, the Icelander drew it back and sharply elbowed him in the face. Viktor fell like a ton of bricks. He was small, only five foot-seven, which let the marginally stronger Will overpower him. Disoriented, he got off the ground again, reaching for his gun, only to be met with a sharp kick to the face. This time, he was out cold.
Will knelt down to Viktor's unconcious body and removed the revolver from his pocket, carefully as if to avoid touching Viktor, like he was diseased. Pressing what he correctly guessed to be the little button that popped the cylinder out to the side of the gun, he removed the three empty rounds and dropped them on Viktor's chest, and then loaded in three new ones. Stoicly he removed the box of rounds from Viktor's pack and placed them in his own. Not only would it be great to get this gun off of Viktor, they could use another gun in the group. With Christian injured as badly as he was, they needed all the firepower they could get. The gun was heavy in Will's hands, and he was suprised that Viktor was able to fire it.
"I always wanted a hand-cannon."
But as dangerous as Viktor seemed, Will wasn't going to kill him. It wasn't his way, and Viktor seemed like he had meant what he said, for the most part. He wouldn't stop anyone else from hurting Viktor, and the fact that he'd decided to shoot somebody in the back of the head without any discretion... Will simply couldn't trust him. Though admittedly, he might as well be signing his death sentence, leaving him here defenceless, but after looking at the girl's body on the ground, he didn't think much more about it.
"Hate to order you about Will, but could you carry him out of here? I'd offer to do it, but I'm feeling kinda dizzy... We've got to find a haven where we can rest... we've spent all day here."
Breaking from his brief triumph over that parasite Viktor, he looked back to Brad, who had been speaking to him as he took down Viktor. It looked like Christian was waking up, so Will rushed over.
You can still get off this island Christian, man... I can't fucking imagine what your sister, your parents... are going through now. You'll get back Christian, you will...
Agony. All Christian felt, was agony. Then, he passed out. It was strange... when people always said you could see things, in your mind, when you're unconcious... Christian never did. He'd had surgery before, he'd been knocked out before, all he saw was an almost constant blackness, the complete abscence of light, emotion, anything. This time, for whatever reason, was different.
Christian dreamt, of a vast plain, seemingly endless. Filled with grass, and nothing else. The sun was setting, the sky clear. And he just sat there, admiring the sunset, in this endless field of... happiness. But then, when the sun finally dipped beneath the horizon and the moon took it's omnipresent place in the sky, figures began to appear. Many of them. Some, he recognized. Blood Boy, donning his signature smiley-face mask. Gabriel Theobaldt, still as monstrous as ever. Jason Foley, alive and well, standing beside Christian. Will was there too, and he thought he spotted Adam Dodd amidst the crowd of people. But... it was strange. They were all standing on two different sides, like in the old wars where soldiers would stand in lines facing each other. Then, he realized, that was exactly what it was. They all seemed to be brandishing weapons. Swords, knives, axes, guns, bombs... all ready to attack. Christian himself held a shotgun, and aimed it directly at Gabriel, who was gritting his teeth in anticipation for the attack. Suddenly, the group exploded into a flurry of violence, people falling left and right. Just as Christian was about to unload a shotgun shell into that giant freak, he was struck. Two bullets, into the waist and shoulder. He collapsed limply on the blood-soaked grass.
The scene above him faded away and he was met with reality once more. The wounds didn't seem to hurt nearly as much as before, and he saw that large, makeshift bandages had been tied around them, hopefully stopping the bleeding. Still, the seething, nagging pain wouldn't let up. Carefully, he tried to get up, seeing Will come back over to him, a large gun in his hand. Moving quickly, he helped Christian off the ground. He felt really, quite groggy.
"We took the bullets out and patched up your wounds for the most part... do you feel like you can keep up? We're about to get outta here, things aren't going too well here."
"Yeah, I see that. I can walk, yeah. Who shot me?"
"Brad. It was an accident-"
"Thanks for shooting me, y'dick!"
"-he won't do it again."
The two jokingly conversed before picking up Christian's bag, and following Brad and Terrie out of there. Christian called out to Ianto and Serenity, as he gingerly picked up his daypack with his good arm. Christian didn't know the guy well, but a sense of trust seemed to be about him, and he hoped he'd tag along. Serenity, well... they couldn't just leave her there, in the state she was in. Hopefully Ianto would escort her along, because it seemed like she might just sit down and start rocking on her knees in a corner any moment now. A bizzare, scarred boy lay unconcious on the ground, and a girl he noticed when he got up lay on the cold dirt as well, but with her brains blown out of her skull. Christian didn't ask what happened there.
((Will and Christian continued in Der Metzgermeister
Viktor lay on the ground, figuratively kicking himself for trusting that boy who had came up to him, and figuratively kicking himself harder for putting the gun away. Now, he drifted through his thoughts like a bubble drifts through the air. Eventually the only thing occupying his mind, were images of cats. It was comforting, yes. Uplifting, yes. Horrifyingly unnerving as well. He would awake half an hour later, but until then dreamt of small felines.
((Viktor continued in Der Metzgermeister