paradisa | EVENT HORIZON

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EVENT HORIZON - DAY THREE

[Well, things sure aren't fun for you guys right now, are they? And to make matters worse, some of you have become completely corrupted by the ship, and you've got some crazy new ideas in your heads.

Anyone not corrupted isn't doing that hot either. Not only do you have to deal with your new crazy-face buddies, but you have to deal with your own terrible hallucinations coming at you when you least expect them, and they want you to do terrible, awful things]

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[ He laughs and he breaks into painful coughs. ]

Do what you want. Anyone asks, you can say Greg House has a heart. Just has a hole.

[ He lets his hand drop and nods to Allen. ]

[He makes a chocked noise that's somewhere between a laugh and a sob. He's doing his best to keep it together, only because he knows if he starts fracturing now, he won't have any chance against this ship]

We'll get right on that.

[His voice sounds weird. He needs to stop it sounding weird. He glances at Allen, then back at House]

See you around, Dad.

Yeah...sure.

[It hurts so much. His hands are trembling, he knows what he'll be doing. Even if House is dying, this is taking a life isn't it? Taking the life of someone who gave him a path when he thought he had lost everything. One who had pretty much, kept him sane the past two years in his own way.]

[He swallows, he has to force the words out as his throat is so dry, he'll look him in the eyes, forcing a smile back despite his tears]

Goodbye, House.

[His eyes squeeze shut as he pulls out the knife in one quick motion. He knows House is an atheist, so he won't bother to say the words he always said when fighting. Instead thinking them in his head.]

[May your soul rest in peace.]

[ Blue eyes flit to Once-ler. Whatever he thinks, he keeps to himself. He does not answer; he does not refute it.

To think he would have two people with him when he died.

And the shades. The most solid, Stacy, kneels beside him, unconcerned by the blood. Greg, she says as Allen pulls out the knife.

With it gone, his blood has an exit. He can breathe again.

He smiles. ]

And they said I'd die alone.

[ His head lolls to the side and hangs limp. ]

[He makes note of that. He's not sure if it makes this whole thing hurt more or less.

And then he's gone. He's actually gone. And it feels like a weight has been dropped into his stomach and just stays there. It could be so easy right now to give up. To just curl into himself and stop caring.

But that's not what the Once-ler does. Perhaps it's because he does care. Perhaps it's because he's too stubborn to just lay down and give up. Whatever it is, he knows he can't just...stop. Not now. He takes in a deep, shuddery breath, then lets it out.

He can't find any words right now, but at least he can grip on his sanity. Or insanity. Whichever one it is]

[He'll only look when it's grown silent, forcing himself to look up to see his teacher gone. The light was gone from his eyes, head lolled to the side. The signs of death, Allen knew them well. ]

[Die alone? He shouldn't have had to die at all. This entire thing was nothing but an atrocity.]

[His hand shake so hard as he reaches over...and closes House's now glazed over eyes with a slow swipe. Give the guy some rest, some respect to the body. He should probably do something more, like haul him to a stretcher, find a place for him to rest]

[But the eyes, those are all Allen can manage. All he can manage before he has to pull away and break down into heavy crying, his entire body shaking as it all finally comes loose into heavy sobbing.]

[He's been stuck in his own thoughts, watching an unless scrawl itself across the floor, just for SOMETHING else to focus on when he hears Allen crying. He glances up with a soft frown, a part of him envying the guy. The Once-ler is pretty sure he was all cried out a long time ago.

Still, he shifts himself a little closer, wincing as his broken bones protest at the movement. He lets Allen cry for a moment, a little unsure what to do. He's no good dealing with his own emotions, let alone anyone elses. Still, after a moment, he'll put a hand on Allen's shoulder]

Hey, come on. We've still got a lot to get through and he'd never have let you hear he end of it if you fell apart now.

Just give me a moment, okay?!

[It's all he needs. He knows that there is so much to be done, that he can't lose it all here. But he feels the tears won't stop, not until they run their course. Mana and Cross would always let him cry, they knew it was better for him to get it out than to pent it all up. ]

[Then again, they were gone too weren't they?]

Okay. I'll just...uh.

[Shuffle away a little. If that can be called shuffling. Dragging? Yeah. Dragging. He'll take that as permission not to be involve din the swirling vortex that are emotions]

[He'll be there for a minute or two more, letting himself cry and get it all out of his system. Letting the pent up pain of the past few days get out of his system and in the form of tears. It's all he feels like he can do, cry it out so the madness doesn't consume him instead.]

[But finally the tears will slow as he runs out. He'll close his eyes and calm his breathing. Enough was enough- he had to finish the job that they were here to do. As hollow as he felt, as weary as he felt- this hell wasn't over. More people would die if he didn't pull himself together.]

[He had to keep walking]

[And so he gets up eventually, wiping his eyes. He spots Once-ler dragging himself- that's right, he was badly injured. House must have meant so much to crawl this far. So he'll approach him. His voice is hoarse from crying, but he tries to speak gently]

Here...let me help you get back to your bed.

[He meant the world, really. The Once-ler hadn't even thought twice about doing it, a rare moment of complete and utter selflessness. Now though, now he's really starting to feel the pain from his injuries again, now the adrenaline has begun to worn off. He takes a steady breath, before nodding]

Yeah. Thanks.

[He'll nod, bending down to pick his arm up over his shoulder and carry him in a fashion that will assure less breakage. Onceler's really tall so it's awkward, but Allen is strong so he's able to drag him to his bed without much difficulty]

[The Once-ler can't even say he;s surprised any more. There are so many people here, who come from so many different world, different situations. A little more strength in a person than they look like they should have is nothing new.

He'll get back to his comfort of the bed, taking a deep breath and regretting it. Screw you, ribs, just screw you]

Well...it's better than the floor.

[Hey man he just trains a lot okay. With powers he'd be able to throw you like a rag doll. \o/ ]

I'd say...I'll have to check to make sure you didn't do any further damage to yourself.

[That's a happy thought!]

Knowing my luck... [still, he couldn't leave House there and do nothing. He doesn't voice these thoughts, the pain is still far too raw to even speak House's name right now]

But hey, still not crazy so that's gotta be something.

Yes...that is something.

[Not crazy means there's still a chance. If enough of them make it through this...]

[He falls silent as he begins to check to see how much damage Once-ler gave himself]

Yay me.

[He'll wince as he's poked and prodded, likely whatever work House managed to do on his knee has been undone, but that's just life. At least he hasn't cracked any more ribs]

[he doesn't reply, instead simply keeping to the work of redoing the things that House did on this guy. It's not nearly as good, he isn't nearly as good on a good day. It's all so makeshift but he's trying his best and trying so hard to keep it together]

[They still had a long time to go, he had to keep going. He couldn't let himself stop anymore than he has]

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