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night nine - kill log
Who: Killers and Elizabeth
When: The ninth night
Where: The operating theatre
[ No matter what you may have been doing, the deep sleep of the enforced curfew will eventually overtake you at 2AM. It's not clear just how much time has passed, but when you wake, you're certainly not in your room. You're in a room that you've never seen from the other side, and the drowsiness of whatever keeps you asleep is still making you sluggish as it fades away. The only thing familiar here is that about half a landing up, you'll see an overhead door that might be familiar.
However, this might not be as important as how Judy's voice suddenly speaks up. ]
All of the arrangements have been made, and databanks are recording. You may begin, science team. You'll find your requested tool next to the subject.
[ A tool? If you look around for what that might mean, it might be obvious.
On a surgical tray right next to you, you'll see a pistol. ]
When: The ninth night
Where: The operating theatre
[ No matter what you may have been doing, the deep sleep of the enforced curfew will eventually overtake you at 2AM. It's not clear just how much time has passed, but when you wake, you're certainly not in your room. You're in a room that you've never seen from the other side, and the drowsiness of whatever keeps you asleep is still making you sluggish as it fades away. The only thing familiar here is that about half a landing up, you'll see an overhead door that might be familiar.
However, this might not be as important as how Judy's voice suddenly speaks up. ]
All of the arrangements have been made, and databanks are recording. You may begin, science team. You'll find your requested tool next to the subject.
[ A tool? If you look around for what that might mean, it might be obvious.
On a surgical tray right next to you, you'll see a pistol. ]
no subject
the knowledge bomb implanted in both his and Elizabeth's minds is enough to make his jaw grow tight. for his head to hurt harder than it had been. whatever conversations he's had with Judy, whatever information she felt comfortable provided to him up to this point ― none of that mattered. nothing mattered. as she so eloquently puts it, everything is pointless. his nails drag against the floor uncomfortably until they ball up into his palms, and he just stares at Elizabeth while her robotic voice continues to chide him for his decisions. with a snap of his head, he's back to looking at the brain in a jar on wheels known as Hector Con Carne. ]
―Fuck. ―You. I wasn't even supposed to be a human. You're a human, else you wouldn't be... nnn, protecting your brain, hiding away in this damn complex.
[ Elizabeth pleads for him to not do this and he just reaches his arm out, clasping his hand over hers. he is able to get one squeeze in before Judy rips through his body with one of her lasers. that... hurts, to say the least. it just misses his heart by an inch, but it was certainly enough to send him back. blood begins to slowly pour from the exit wound as he manages to clamber up on propped elbows. ]
Maybe that's... for the best. Let the dead die. Don't... f-fucking cling to them... [ another look at Elizabeth follows as he suddenly coughs out violently, a spurt of blood leaving his mouth and dripping from his chin. ] ―S-sorry again.
[ any and all energy he has remaining is used to push his hand to the waist of his pants and pull his pistol out. the gun is cocked and he aims as best as he can with a shaky grip. he pulls the trigger and the resounding shot of a bullet leaving the chamber can be heard. again and again, he shoots at her with all intent of taking her out of the picture. regardless of the consequences, he wanted Judy dead. not Elizabeth.
fate would have it that he misses. they bounce off of her chassis and none of them make it to their target. because of course, right? ]
no subject
The tears can't be stopped at this point. Not sadness or realization, just frustration.
Elizabeth feels Bigby's hand on her and even as she flinches, she can't anticipate how to react. The beam was quick, hitting Bigby and echoing her scream so loudly it makes her own ears sting. ]
Bigb-
[ Elizabeth was on him before he could anticipate, her hand presses down into his wound, feeling the blood trickle out and stain against his shirt. It's mostly internal, right? The wound was nearly clean enough to look kind compared to a hail of gunfire but Elizabeth is doubled over Bigby at this point, even as he raises the gun to shoot at her, she flinches and tries to keep her hand steady, forceful down onto him.
The bullets miss every single one and if Bigby was to be reprimanded for such action - Judy needs to shoot through Elizabeth. She looks out over the railings of their floor, away from Bigby and Judy almost in shame for showing her sadness and fear. She snaps her head back to Judy with a choked sob - ]
Go to hell... you sad... pathetic creature.
[ Elizabeth's eyes trail back to Bigby, losing the anger she once had... Maybe they can talk later... ]
no subject
You still misunderstand. Both of you. But that is fine. That is what you are meant to do. Just as I am meant to do this.
[ There's no gaze or direction to speak of with Judy, but she speaks to Elizabeth now. ]
You do not remember why you are here. You do not even remember what came before here. Like you, Elizabeth. Your memories are very interesting. You chase after a man named Comstock. It's endless. But you will always kill him. That is what you wish to do. It is what you are meant to do.
But what we are meant to do is not easy. Or, it is not supposed to be. You are human, so there is difficulty in such a choice. That is why you do not remember. You do not remember who Booker DeWitt is, because it seemed best to me that perhaps you did not. But as you will die anyways, then I would like to give you at least that memory.
They are one and the same, after all. Booker DeWitt and Zachary Comstock, they are the same person. You will always kill him. It is just as certain as the fact that you will die here.
[ As Judy speaks, Elizabeth will suddenly be hit with an absolutely splitting headache, as if her skull was cracking. It starts with a nosebleed, but as her memory returns to her, it will progress into a brain bleed that will lead into a seizure. ]
But do not worry.
You will remember much more in death.
no subject
She just waits for the end now, waiting for the brilliant red light to hit her in the same way it did Bigby.
But, no... something else does. It's impact weighs much heavier than a laser, honestly.
Comstock's name rings through the air and she looks back to Judy only slightly. Her breath leaving her as she winces. The memories - everything about them seem... cold, unfamiliar? She didn't kill Comstock - did she? Not by her own means, no that was Booker wasn't it -?
Judy proposes something outrageous. Just hearing Booker's name makes her blood run cold and her fingers tighten onto Bigby's shirt. She looks down to him, mouthing something like "stay with me" under a muttered, raspy breath. Judy's revelation doesn't pull her away from the wolf underneath her. It's not real. It's not real. That didn't happen - that's not...
And then, the headache hit and Elizabeth doubles over. Her own blood mixes with his on that poor shirt, a hand going up to feel the familiar thickness of blood. Her digits are stained red and before she can say anything, Elizabeth's body tightens. She trembles at first before the headache rips through her. A hand goes up to clutch onto her head and no.
Booker. Comstock. One man. One city. One baptism.
It's clear as ever. As her body falls tightly onto Bigby's, she convulses with a pained groan, trying to regain her nerves. She's alive, unfortunately, and if she can regain her strength, she may survive.
Or may not.
We'll see, won't we?
For now, Elizabeth's limp on Bigby's body, looking down into the red that spreads slowly between them. ]
no subject
the robot's conversation with Elizabeth doesn't make much sense for him, regardless of how much they've spoken of her life. it goes in and out, in and out, only picking up on words like Comstock and Booker. the important ones. what matters is how it seemingly affects her as a consequence, seeing the blood drip from her nose and her body beginning to twitch on top of his. Bigby cringes as he begins to worry that she was dying right next to him. his one good arm manages to summon the rest of his strength to reach up and wrap around Elizabeth's hip, pulling her in closer as she falls on top of him.
his voice is labored and weaker than that of the tough man she's gotten to know, but it's pressed close enough to her ear. ]
Be strong for me, alright? Don't die. Live as... long as you possibly can. [ however short that may be. ] Tell the others what I couldn't tell them. Just... nn, have faith.
[ he doesn't dramatically die after those words, but his eyes close and he does find himself losing consciousness. there's no happy ending waiting for Bigby here, either. ]