"We are here to see the queen to arrange for certain deals with her personally." When the guards asked him what sort of deals he is talking about Johann would only reply with. "That is classified. Now I want you to take me to her highness immediately." The guards ignored his demands as they instead began to talk with their radios on getting information on to why they weren't made aware of AEGIS arrival.
As Johann watch the guards make fools of themselves in front of him one of his assistants would lean close. "We detected a rift close by. Your orders sir?" She whispered. "Send Bravo team to investigate and if possible detain what came through. We aren't gonna have a repeat of Site-58 in here."
Lee glanced at all the planes and helicopters. A childish urge gripped him so suddenly that it had been done before he had realized what he had done. He had spelled out 'DICKS AND FASCISTS' on the grass using any and all nearby pebbles and rocks. "Shit! Dammit, brain!"
Link glanced nervously at Lee and took a step back. “Just what did you do?” He could tell that a regiment had shown up, most likely for them, and then he realized that if they wanted to capture him, they would be able to. “Lee, what I’m about to do could possibly be the most idiotic thing I’ve ever done.” Before Lee could ask him what he was going to do, Link lifted the chain from his neck, examined it, tossed it in the air, then caught the chain in his mouth and swallowed it. “Well...That’s done...Aftermath isn’t going to be pleasant at all though...”
Miria, for her part, was exhausted and numb from the encounter in Hyrule. Seeing the helicopters and other Terran vehicles lurking about, she knew what was about to happen - or, at least, she could take a good guess - and she was in no particular mood for another fight. She simply frowned and began to fidget with her hands, shaking her fists and balling her fists, finding the rhythm of the motions to be somewhat calming. She needed that repetition to keep herself from whining or panicking on the spot like that.
Kiara, of course, found herself holding her breath, counting the seconds. She shut her eyes, squeezed them tight, and raised her hands halfway up her torso as if she was undecided between whether she should cover her ears or not. Weapons, blood, the sight of people who were beneath her... it reminded her far too much of the past. She didn't want to hurt anyone, not yet, but she seethed and writhed within herself. Her heart twisted itself into iron knots, yearning to express something, anything of the anxiety, fear or anger that she felt. She was a cocktail swirling under its own momentum. She knew a lot about cocktails: she'd made a few in her time. A pinch of balsamic vinegar and human blood filtered through a starch lattice could produce some interesting results. Oh god, what was she thinking? That was utterly disgusting. She clung to herself, laying low. Unconsciously, she shrank into herself: her skin and flesh compacted, reducing the size of her silhouette.
Lee looked at Link like he had done something even more stupid than he had. "What the fuck were you thin- wait, you're a fucking genius." He proceeds to get the box of chalk out of his Inventory and put a couple pieces into a smaller box. Then he swallows that box. "Horrible taste. Hopefully it doesn't decide to shift horizontally when it goes out."
Upon hearing this, Link winced and gave Lee a nervous grin. “Ah...Yes...That would be bad...Although they might cut us open to get the chalk and chain before it gets to that point...”
"Please stop," Kiara murmured. Little creases appeared in her face. Her eyes segmented, her iris dissolving into a dozen. Fresh oculi begin to pop from her cheeks, growing in thick cloisters. "No, no... don't make this worse, please, no..." Not knowing whether she was speaking to herself or others, she remained stagnant and still, her hands slowly rising toward the sides of her head.
"But I can't be wounded like y'all can. That's why my world basically doesn't know what surgeries are. Our healing magic was always enough. And teleportation magic and portal magic. So the most they could do is smash the box to dust inside me, which may very well kill me in the process."
Midna suddenly appeared before the two and flew up to Link. “Where have you been!? I’ve been looking all over for you!”
“Hyrule.”
The Imp stopped yelling at her friend and stared at him, then looked him up and down. “Why are you covered in blood? And how did you get to Hyrule in the first place?”
Link looked at the ground for a second before looking up at Midna. “Got in a fight with various Dark World creatures. Dragmire showed up, destroyed the castle and took Zelda to I assume this world. The Queen gave me a chain...It makes portals.”
“Where is this chain?”
Link hesitated. “I...might or might have not swallowed it.”
“YOU DID WHAT!?!?!?” Midna moved her gaze over to the things at the other side of the courtyard. “Hang on, those weren’t there before.”
“No they most certainly were not.” Queen Elizabeth was standing in the doorway, looking out towards the vehicles in the distance. She looked down the steps at Lee, Link and Midna. “I’m afraid AEGIS has caught up to you. It seems as if I will have to defend you...” The old woman reached into her handbag and pulled out an old wand, one made of hickory, had a core of unicorn hair, and was one foot in length. “Madi did tell you I was a renowned dueler when I was younger?”
Lee waited a few moments after the Imp came before mentioning, "I followed his actions and swallowed a box of chalk. And yes, they weren't there before. I think they might be the same group as the ones at the base we escaped."
As the queen came up to them and told them she would have to defend them, Lee spoke. "Would it be alright if I helped you, Your Majesty? I can fight well and can cause massive amounts of damage to the force they brought."
Elizabeth smiled at Lee and nodded. “Of course. I am afraid there is no way I can convince them to not capture you, but I except you to put up a fight before hand.”
“I heard you guys swallowed stuff? Do you have any idea how stupid that was?” Madi was leaning against a nearby column looking annoyed. She pushed herself off the column and walked up to Lee and Link. “What the hell happened to you two?”
Lee grinned wolfishly as the queen agreed but it died as Madi came up. "I thought capture was likely so I followed Link's actions so I could summon a spirit of electricity later."
From the air several Morrgians in stealth mode saw the words scribbed down on the garden. "Sir I think the people in this palace don't like us all that much." The pilot told the director through his ear piece. The camera would recording the words as it appeared through Johann's AR contacts. The director frown at the words. When the gunship exposed the group his frown only deepen.
"It's them. Just great." The director said. On the ground Bravo Team was getting close to the group from all sides as they argued with each other. The gunships moving into postion. As the team surrounded the group the queen would make her appearance known and reveal her wand to Johann and AEGIS.
"Your majesty, we came here with peaceful intention to discuss important matters about your kingdom and our operations. We will ignore this little outburst and threat if you retract your eariler statement." Johann said, his words still cold and flat but the queen can still pick up an undercurrent of a threatening tone within
The Queen narrowed her eyes. "Several of these people you wish to capture are innocent, nonetheless not even of age. What do you intend to do with them?"
"Some of these innocent people who you want to defend are complacent in the deaths of many people, both ours and the many that are now dying due to the containment breech they helped cause." Johann retorted. "We promised to leave them be but I had my suspicion that they would try to cause trouble and I was right. They seem to have you convinced that they are innocent and that we are the threat. You majesty, need I remind you that it was the Ministry. your own subjects! That has led to the current predicament you now face? If they had worked with us instead of branding as their bogeyman than your magical subjects wouldn't be hunted down like animals and your mundane subjects be guilty of crimes against sapient life. You may want to believe that all of this is our fault but the real issue lies with your people."
Elizabeth merely gazed at the man before him, before she reached out and slapped him across the face. She then took a step back and brandished her wand. "I am fully aware of what is happening. I am also aware that as soon as the Muggle population learns that my family and I are magical, they'll turn on us. Do your worst, Johaan, and I shall do the same."
When the queen slapped Johann at the face the group with him looked at the queen with shock. None were expecting her to slap the man. At worst they excepted her to scream and insult him. Johann eyes were also widen in surprise by the actions but as quickly as his mask fell off he quickly placed it back on as he gave her a cold gaze.
"I see peace was never an option between us? It's a shame it had to come to this your majesty." Johann would walk to the queen's right side. "It's even more of a greater shame that I must do this." He would raise his hand up and with a snap of his fingers a loud bang would sound out in the courtyard. The queen would feel an intense shot of pain hit her on the chest. If she look down she would see a bleeding hole on her chest.
Bravo team would drop the cloaking field as they reveal themselves to the group, guns aim at the group. Three of the gunships appeared before the group as others were also revealed in the courtyard. Johann would take out his pistol. "My people can save the queen Goodwell. We have the technology and magic to make a bullet through the heart be as treatable as the common cold." The guards pulled out their guns but all of them were quickly gin down by more invisible soldiers.
"If you surrender now we can save her." He would aim his pistol at the queen's head. "Otherwise if you resist the blood of this nation's monarch will be on both our hands."
The world had gone to hell in a matter of seconds. Everyone had been disarmed and restrained, including Madi, Johaan had shot the Queen and was now threatening to kill her, and everyone was helpless but to look on. It was all on Madi now. The witch bowed her head a bit, then desummoned her magic and looked up at him. "I only have one thing to ask you. Those that are innocent, don't harm them, please." She went silent for a second, then spoke again. "You win. I surrender."
Johann didn't say a word to Madi as he put the gun back at the hostel. "Activate the anchors now" he ordered his assistant who in turn relayed it to others by her ear piece. The reality anchors would activate, creating a rippling effect on the courtyard that quickly vanished along with everyone's powers .
As the team restainef them with handcuffs they would see soldiers going into the palace while a stretcher was brought fir the queen who was injected with a healing potion.
There was a single loud crack, much like the sound of glass being struck and splintered. Kiara put a finger to her face, a single long chasm running from the top of her head to the bottom of her jaw, crossing her left eye. A few dozen oculi burst. The others, spared from the sudden injury, focused on her hand as she raised it to her face. Long blue seams as thin as silk strings and twice as delicate migrated from her fingers tips toward her palms, crawling down her arms. With a pop and a hiss, they ruptured and split open like eggshell coming off of a frozen yolk. Her jaw relaxed, her dermis undulated, falling into disarray and turning her skin coarse like sandpaper.
Spiders, and fingers, and knifeblades stuck beneath Johann's eyelids. Every crease in his psyche, every single minute dent, was gripped by a pair of needled hands and torn apart. He heard wet crackling coming from between his ears, muffled and deafening. The capillaries on the outside of his eyes burst, shooting hot blood down the front of his face. Every muscle tensed, every sensation became an overwhelming stimulus. Warmth became the feeling of being doused with boiling water - the tactile sense of fat sloughing off his body and bubbling, turning to a wet, greasy soup - while coolness became rigid frost, deeper than bone and agonisingly painful, like a vast pressure was being applied to his body and his joints were seizing up. A piercing whine cut through his eardrums, so loud that they should've shattered his skull.
From Kiara's perspective, everything grew utterly and completely still. She became totally numb to the world, her attention caught by the viscous azure goo welling up from her fingertips and crawling down her cheek, spreading warmth over her chilly scales. Nobody moved, nobody spoke. The planet seemed to have died before her. No bacteria replicated, no cells divided. But there was still one noise, more loud than any other. Heartbeats. Hundreds of them, growing louder and louder and faster and faster. She heard a thousand rhythms palpitating at once, each speeding up at a different rate but all unanimously approaching a height that shouldn't have been possible and couldn't have been healthy. The wind did not flow. Her friends and her enemies did not move.
AEGIS' troops, stiff in their combat-ready postures and covered from head to toe in black garments, felt their bodies lock in place. Their eyes welled up with tears and blood: sour and salty red. Their tongues grew sore and their voiceboxes raw with their efforts to speak, their efforts to shout or yell or scream. Their lungs were set in stone. Deprived of oxygen, those who'd been breathing out when the anchors had come online could not help but feel their hearts slowing down, their visions fading, their minds slipping away. Desperation overtook them, as did an intolerable agony. Excruciating exertion to breathe netted no results: no amount of will could overwhelm the thing that'd taken hold inside their minds. Dead things screamed inside their ears even as their eardrums burst from the force that their ossicles imparted on them. As a damp, waxy fluid mingled with blood inside their heads - producing a sound like a roar or a rushing river over gravel - they heard, above all else, whispers.
There were no words, no transmission of physical media. Indeed, all they received was vectorless information; modifications to their egoes that stemmed from nowhere but themselves. They began to see the world in the same way that a Kalmite would. They saw themselves as fluid and flesh, easily torn and frighteningly dead. They saw their planet as a stone in an endless void, tethers of gravity only tenuously holding together tiny balls of matter in spite of the universe's propensity for expansion. They saw the leviathan abscesses that lay between stars and atoms, they saw the dreadful insignificance of themselves. The air became toxic, acrid and unsuited for respiration. Their minds burned with emotions that they could not comprehend but could very well perceive. But most of all, they saw her, the girl, standing alone at the precipice.
What precipice? Some asked. They posed the question, despite knowing the answer. The precipice. The definitional zenith of existence, the absolute highest state in which someone could be. She was so much larger, so much more significant than them. So much more relevant. A perfectly evolved multiversal predator, was what she was. An adapted, natural destroyer of worlds. She was but a seed, a miniscule cell part of a greater organism known in its totality as her species. The perspective that the onlookers were given, the gravity of the revelation that was forced upon them, could not be overstated. In short, they were small and she was big.
Nothing physical held them in place. They were as free to move as anyone else, it was just that time and again, with every passing second, they simply chose not to. Their bodies and minds and spirits and souls all refused simultaneously to do anything, because it was utterly futile. She was predator and they were prey, and who were they to run from what was the natural manner in which things were supposed to exist? There was a hierarchy here that they had all been given the ability to perceive, and they were strictly at the bottom. They no longer saw themselves as people, they no longer had identities. All that they saw themselves as was food. Unintelligent and inanimate in comparison to the cosmically, cataclysmically awesome thing before them. So they did not mind the screams inside their heads nor the whispers of the dead in their ears, nor the blood that streamed freely from their eyes and ears and mouths and noses, staining the ground a dark red and turning dry soil to mud. They did not mind that they could taste their own tongues, gums and teeth, and they did not mind that they thought that they tasted like ash. They were substanceless. The planet beneath them was dead, they were dead. Just automata, not even intelligent enough to be considered alive.
"Why did you...?" Kiara clutched her index finger even as it split. Her efforts to hold herself together were half hearted and fruitless. "Why did you kill them?" Her eyes bled freely, weeping turquoise humour that glimmered like moonlight trapped in crystal. She was amethyst and beige, a living canvas of condemnation and mundanity. She was speaking to her blood, asking it questions that it could not possible answer. Her mind was in denial, trying to protect herself from the reality of what was happening. "I'm sorry," she blubbered, before taking in a sharp breath. Her whole body trembled, shaking like a leaf caught in a storm. She felt so small, so weak, so pathetically incapable of protecting others. She did not perceive her blood as being part of herself, she perceived it to be a totally separate entity that lived within her: a monster that resided between the folds of her skin. She was the only thing in the world that could look upon, smell and feel her blood without being struck down, and in her mind that meant that she was responsible for handling it. And once again, she had failed to fulfil the most basic of duties required of someone of her station and strength. She was smart and fast and capable while so many others weren't, it was her duty, her burden, to ensure that others stayed safe. But what had come of her efforts besides more grief, more death?!
"I'm sorry," she said out loud again. "I don't mean it. Please, I'm- I-"
She fell on one knee as a searing lightning bolt of pain shot through her, travelling from the middle of her head throughout the rest of her body. She gripped her skull even as it broke into pieces beneath her bleeding fingers. The reality anchors were killing her, trying to force her into a state of being which simply wasn't compatible with her physiology. She vomited in the grass and fell down. She tried to catch herself but her arms splintered underneath her own weight. Her fingers broke into shards, chunks of her cheeks fell off of her face like loose pieces of pottery falling off of a damaged vase. "I'm not... I don't want to do this... please, let them live. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She grabbed Link's cape and tore it off his shoulders. She wrapped it around herself, pulling her legs up into her body. "I'm sorry, I'm..." her breathing was panicked and fierce, irregular and jittery. She shook and quaked. She felt naked and cold, like a freshly born child. She saw herself on that tram again, standing still while the blood of dozens soaked into her body and the lining of her shoes. She was surrounded by a halo of red, of human blood. "I can't help it. I-..." Miria's scarf, her own jacket: she held her knees to her chest with her arms and covered herself in fabric.
Then, like a switch had been flipped, everyone came back to their senses. Those that would've fainted didn't, no matter how much they wished they had. Oxygen deprived, brain damaged - perhaps permanently - and blinded - mostly temporarily, some not - by the blood in their eyes, they vomited on the ground. Every single one of the witnesses was fully conscious, fully aware of their surroundings. They felt no fatigue, no desire for rest. Sleep had become foreign to them and thus they were forced to live through the aftermath; every single excruciating moment of it.
And beneath a pile of black cloth, hidden under layers of stolen garments, injury and misery continued to develop. Loud squirting sounds and meaty clicks emanated from where Kiara lay as her body continued to break, continued to degrade. And her tears, mingled with a sealike blue, clung to her face and pooled on her cheekbones, staining her face with loathing and regret.
As the effect left everyone Johann can only hear the screaming of his own men and the of Morrigans opening fire with their mini guns and rockets, hitting the palace. The queen was done on the ground as the people carrying her became paralyze and fell on the ground.
The group, if able, would see not only the gunships firing wildly at the palace and at everything but some of the gunships crashing. Some crashed onto each other and exploded, causing flaming wrecks to fall on top of some of people. A few crashed into the palace itself or on the ground.
Johann heard the chaos going around him, the screams of the personnel dying or suffering, of machines going out of control and being destroyed, of the world erupting into full blown anarchy, and he can barely see anything as he felt his own vital elena flow down his face like a stream unimpeded.
Johann would move around frantically as he called out for help, shouting that he can't see. In his heart he knew he felt fear but he didn't want to admit it. He hates the fact that in what should have been his moment of triumph Goodwill found a way to strike him.
"MADISON!" the man howled out, spit flying out of his lips as his face snarled like a beast. A primal rage overtook him. This insult to him, this insult to the Imperative that was everything to him. He allowed her to get away with harming the Imperative once before, he won't let her get away with this latest act of betrayal.
"YOU THINK YOUR TREACHERY WILL GO UNPUNISHED LIKE BEFORE GOODWILL? NO! I WILL MAKE YOU PAY DEARLY FOR THIS." he ordered one of the soldiers to take him to the queen. As two soldiers guided the blind man to the queen he would search for his gun, ultimately being given the pistol by a soldier who helped him.
As he stood next to the queen he would open fire, the bullet hitting a few centimeters away from her leg. "I TOLD YOU THAT HER BLOOD WAS ON OUR HANDS GOODWILL! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
The Queen knew she would die.
She knew she would die soon, but not today.
However, she still had hope.
The old woman raised her gaze from the hole in her chest not to her family, not to Madi, not to anyone, except for the young man she had knighted a mere hour ago.
"Link." He had been staring at nothing, but then turned to face her, walked over, and knelt beside her.
"You must protect them. That is the oath you swore to me. No matter what happens, no matter how hopeless it may seem, I still believe in you. I may die, but I shall still live on. In you." Elizabeth eyed Johaan and then moved her gaze back to Link, then hugged him. After a few seconds, she let go and fell back against the grass, looking up at him."Leave me. They're going to kill you if you stay here." Despite what she knew was about to happen, she smiled, knowing that her wand was safe with him, at least.
All he could think was 'Why?'. His thoughts weren't exactly his, they were scattered, his mind trying to figure out what had happened, if he was still sane or not. But, he had sworn an oath, an oath that could not be broken. And by Hylia he would honor it.
Then she called him by his full title. His head snapped up and he looked at her in silence. She then repeated part of the oath she had give him, and he, on cue, responded with "I do." The rest of the oath was spoken, and he replied at the correct times with, again, "I do", his weak voice becoming stronger as he spoke. It was deathly silent, even Johaan seemed to stop talking as the Queen spoke again. "Protect them. Save your Queen, even though you cannot save me."
The Queen watched Link get up, but yet, he didn't walk away. Instead, she watched as the young Hylian knight seemed to foolishly throw his life away as he attempted to tackle Johaan and disarm him. Anyone that was listening would possibly hear him yell "For the Queen" as he tackled Johaan, possibly meaning Zelda or Elizabeth, or perhaps both.
Johann would not see the charge and the two soldiers were caught off guard that they couldn't react on time. They watched as the elvan knight collided with the director and brought him down on the ground, Johann hitting his head on the stone walkway.
Disoriented from the bump to his head and the tackle Link gave to him would make him lose his grip on the gin and those it was easy for the Hylian to take it from him. Just as Link would relish his victory he would feel a powerful blow on the back of his head and being pushed off Johann. He would see that the blow was one of the soldiers who hit him with the butt of his rifle, the other had tackled him and was now strangling him.
Another soldier would come over and help pick up Johann. As he was up would ask for the soldiers gun to which the soldier would give him the gun. As Johann walked over to where Link was he would say. "Move." The soldier would let go of Link's neck and move over. Just as the soldier got off Johann would point his gun at Link's stomach and shoot him. "This is what being a hero gets you. You're courageous, I will give you that. But also unimaginably foolish. Trying to fight against the Imperative is like fighting against fate Link. Fight it. Run from it. Hide from it. It doesn't matter what you do."
He would walk back to the queen and once he was next to her he would point his gun at her head. "All paths lead to this moment."
He pulled the trigger and a loud bang rang out throughout the courtyard. The barrel of his gun was releasing steam and a pool of blood began to form from beneath the queen. Queen Elizabeth the Second was dead.
The Queen was dead. He had failed to save her, and now he was possibly going to die. He was kneeling, trying in vain to stop the bleeding. Madi was screaming various curses at Johaan, while trying to summon her magic, but it was no use.
It was over.
But yet, after everything that happened, Link was still alive. He found himself looking at his left hand, the Triforce of Courage glowing, as it had only done a few times before. ...I might have failed you, but I will still save her.' Then Link realized that he had almost killed Johaan with the advanced flintlock before he had been hit in the head and strangled by two soldiers. - It had been the first time he had ever held a flintlock in his life, and yet, scarily enough, he had known how it worked. It was also the first time he had ever been shot with one. And it hurt. A lot.
Johann ignored the curses hurled at him and the looks of hated directed at him. "Push the elf to his stomach." He ordered. Link would be kicked from his side and flipped over. "Fired on his spine." The same soldier would comply and shoot Link on the back. As he screamed in agony Johann would say. "How can you be a gallant knight if you can barely walk on your own Link?"
As Link scream he wouldn't see that the soldier who gave Johann a gun had reservations on what he done. He wonder if any of this was nessearcy? Haven't they gone too far? "Sir what are we going to do with the rest of the royal family? They will surely have our heads for this?" He asked.
Johann would turn to see him, the soldier shuddering upon seeing Johann's blood filled eyes and the intense look of hatred on him. "There is no royal family, nor other prisoners besides Madison's little group." The soldier and others looked surprised. "Sir have you gone mad? We can't just assassinate the royal family! We shouldn't have killed the queen either!" The soldier yelled.
The courtyard was silent after that one soldier told off the director. Johann's face was impassive but the others were in various states of surprise over the outburst. "What's your name soldier." Johann asked. The soldier was confused by the question but he still felt an overbearing sense of dread. "Clyde sir. Clyde Ironside." He told him. Johann chuckled.
"Ironside huh? I once worked with your brother Richard. He was a good man and a fine soldier." He admitted, allowing a small smile to form on his face. "I normally don't feel bothered by death as that is common in our job but your brothers death was too soon. Those traitors in GLADIUS robbed your brothers potential before he can fully utilize them." He told him. Clyde feeling strangely touched by Johann's words.
But as quickly as he was complimenting a person and showing a never before seen smile the rage returned. "A shame I will have to see another lost potential under my care." Without warning he ain't the gun on Clyde's head and pulled the trigger, causing blood and gray matter to splash out from the back of the soldier's head.
As the soldier dropped dead Johann would turn around to face the others. "Anyone else wish to question my orders?" No one said a thing. "Good. Now bring the prisoners and our injuried to the crafts. Make sure no witnesses are here. Burn the palace and the bodies." He ordered as another soldier came over to guide him to his VTOL craft.
The others were grabbed by soldiers and were pulled to helicopters or VTOLs as they heard gunfire and screams of horror from within the palace.
It hurt to see him lying there, helpless, in pain, scared. Midna flew over to Link and hovered over him, Madi was there too, and they both shared a panicked glace as the wounded man beneath them tried to make some sense as to what was happening. "I-I-I can't...I can't feel...."
"Link." Madi's voice got his attention and he looked up at her. "You were shot."
He gave her a confused look. "I know."
"No, in the stomach, yes, but they also shot you in the back."
"In the...." Link tried to turn his head, tried to see what Madi meant, then he saw it - a gaping wound in the middle of his back, blood coursing down him. "I...No..."
He turned his gaze back to Madi and Midna, silently pleading for them to tell him that this was all a dream, that he was fine, that none of the events of the past three hours had not taken place, that he was in his guest room in the palace, but everything had happened. He dimly realized that other people were standing around him, he heard someone talking to Madi about "having a hard time being crippled." Then he heard a voice.
"Hey."
He looked to his left and saw the younger Hero kneeling beside him. "I'm going to help you. I suppose I'm sharing a cell with you, so..."
The pain was finally fading, along with his vision and sense of reality - he was finally, finally, passing out and he was grateful for it. Link heard Midna yell his name, then he knew nothing more.
The Palace was burning. More people were dead because of her, people were hurt because of her. Madi got up, not saying a word, then started to walk towards Johaan. She knew she would be fine if she was shot, due to her ghoul properties, so she continued to walk. "Johaan!" She stopped about ten feet away and held her arms away from her. "You gonna shoot me too? Then do it, shoot me you fucking bastard!"
Johann heard Madi screaming at him to shoot her. He would turn to face her direction and aim his gun at Ammy. "With pleasure Goodwill." He said as the soldier help moved his arm to face Madison. Once the soldier let go of his arm Johann pulled the trigger and shot Madi. Multiple times.
End of Arc One
