night nine - kill log

[judgejudy]

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. ]

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[judgejudy]

[ The bullets ring off of Judy's chassis, and there's a creak as her tracks start to move. Her pace is slower this time, and it almost comes off as leisurely. ]

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.

[tearable]

[ Both hands replace one now, pressing firmly as Bigby lays back. Even with her sobs, how her broken wrist aches from her pressure, she has to try. She can't stop - it's seeping too quickly. Her fingers are coated, and soon her wrist and sides of her knees as she digs them into his back. It may be beginning to pool underneath him, who knows. Shit was slow, right?

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. ]

[puffing]

[ the next... ―minute? ―half a minute? ―hour? all begins to blur together as Bigby suffers from the new hole in his chest. this one was far different than the stab in his shoulder from Kei. he accepts that there's no chance of coming back from this, and even as Elizabeth desperately fights to stop the bleeding, he was fine with the end results. Judy should have been the one killed if her words have any ounce of truth, but he supposes he will have to find out when his eyes close for good.

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. ]