Day One: Part 1

[Lubbock]

The silver blade in Lubbock's hands unravelled itself and disappeared. Shit... That was not expected, he complained as he shambled over towards the beach across from the tunnel, away from the savage girl. He grunted with each step, blood pooling and spurting out on impact with the ground. He placed one of the foam fists over his wound, hopefully absorbing some of the vital liquid. He could tell it ruptured something and maybe even chipped the bone, but all he had to do was think of Najenda and he could withstand any pain.

He found himself at the shore, his feet firmly on the sand. It reminded him of the moment just before he signed up. He dragged his leg through the soft grains, red blood dropping every few slides into the sand, dotting it as a trail. He made a mental reminder to clear that away after helping his leg. No way was he going to heal it easy, but he may be able to slow the bleeding.

He crouched down at the water on his good leg and slid off one glove, standing it in the wet sand beside. He bent forward and scooped up the water, bringing it back to his mouth and tasting it. The bitterness hit his tongue in a flash, and he spat the liquid out. That was actually a great help: salt water washes wounds well. He stepped his injured leg into the water, and winced as the salt but at the flesh. Learning survival skills were kind of a perk of being an assassin.

"Hey, Syura? Do you think I'll survive this?" he asked, hopefully without anyone nearby. He heard no reply. He tried again.

"Syura, you there? It's great you've learned a sense of humour now, but I need you right now..." still nothing. His head tipped down.

Only now he realised how lonely he was without the asshole in his head.