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[06-PAIN] Cammy
positioned herself between Barlog and Mark, assuming an aggressive stance.
“Mark, stay back.”
She murmured to him, “And if you get a chance, run.” Mark opened his mouth,
about to protest. “MARK! I’m serious! These guys
will kill you without hesitation, and Barlog will do it for amusement!” Barlog
stood up from the doorframe, and looked Cammy square in the eyes, challenging
her to try something.
Suddenly his face split into a fanatical grin, and he screamed, “GET HER!” The
Shadoloo soldiers charged at Cammy, their batons at the ready. She knew those
batons well, it
was what had been used to subdue and punish her all her time at Shadoloo. The
soldiers didn’t have
to hit her with much force, because when the weapon connected, it gave off an
electrical discharge
that mad your muscles feel like jelly. Cammy knew she couldn’t afford to get
hit by one of
those even once right now. As
the first soldier charged her, aiming for the side of her neck, a blow that
would instantly take her out,
Cammy ducked, her left foot shooting out to trip him. Not taking any chances
in this battle, Cammy
broke the man’s neck as he hurtled past, and spun to meet the next wave of
assailants. Taking
the next soldier by surprise, Cammy jumped within his guard, delivering a
solid blow to his abdomen
and winding him. Cammy snatched the baton from his now weak grip and hammered
the weapon
into the back of another attacker’s knee as she slammed her fist into the
unarmed and winded
soldier’s throat. Both went down, and Cammy bashed the second over the back
of the head with
the baton. Spinning,
Cammy thrust the baton into the eye of her next victim, whose head snapped
back with both
the impact and discharge. She blocked a thrust from another soldier, sparks
leaping form their batons
as the collided. Continuing her spin, Cammy wrenched her body around and
roundhouse kicked
him with all her force, snapping his neck and sending him into two of his
comrades. Cammy
was beginning to feel the pressure as more of the 20 men crowded her in,
forcing her to fight
harder and more desperately, but the months of malnutrition had taken their
tool on Cammy’s stamina,
and she was beginning to tire. A
baton slammed down on Cammy’s arm, and she felt bone snap. Her baton fell
from limp fingers, and
she slammed her other fist into the face of the soldier who had hit her.
Doubling her efforts, Cammy
managed to debilitate or kill 3 more men before a soldier landed a blow to
the middle of her
back, sending Cammy sprawling to the ground in agony. As
she tried to right herself, the soldiers drew back responding to an order
from Barlog. Cammy looked
up- to see Barlog holding Mark, the long knife across his throat! “Pain
is beautiful,” Barlog drawled, the fanatical grin still in place, “And beauty
is everything!” Even as
Cammy tried to pull herself to her feet, Barlog dragged the blade across
mark’s exposed throat. Drawing
on all her remaining strength, Cammy awkwardly hurled herself across the room
to Mark’s side,
landing poorly on her broken arm. Barlog stepped back, sick fascination
dominating his expression.
Cammy managed to catch mark’s falling body, as he clutched at his ruined
throat, gurgling
for breath. “Oh
god, Mark, hang on!” Cammy pressed against the wound, trying to stop or at
least slow the bleeding,
but the damage was too severe, and Mark’s lifeblood continued to gush out his
throat, covering
them both and soaking their clothes. Mark’s eyes stared wildly, desperately,
filled with terror.
His eyes locked to Cammy’s, seeming to plead for her help in his terror and
pain, but there was
nothing she could do… suddenly,
his eyes went calm, and he reached a shaking, blood-covered right hand to cup
her left cheek.
Mark smiled one last warm, affectionate smile… …and
died. Mark’s
dead hand slipped from Cammy’s right cheek, leaving a red streak, slapped on
the floor lightly,
and Cammy’s heart broke. The
soldiers, who had moved to surround her, and even the sadistic Barlog froze
as a terrible wail, at
first quietly, but quickly gaining volume and pitch emitted from the stricken
girl, rising to an ear smashing
wordless howl of despair and loss. As
the sound came to an end Cammy slowly lowered her head, and her eyes locked
onto Barlog. “You.”
All present took a step back as Cammy came to her feet, a grisly sight, her
broken arm dangling
at her side, covered in blood from head to toe, glaring pure menace at the tall
blonde man who
had thoughtlessly destroyed the most precious gift she had ever received in
her life. “I’LL
KILL YOU!” she screamed, as she sprung like an animal past the soldiers and
at Barlog, knocking
him to the ground. The startled soldiers merely stood still as Cammy beat at
Barlog’s face with
both fists, oblivious to the pain in her broken arm, yelling her wordless
fury in an unending barrage
of fists and sound. “Soldiers!
Take her!” came a commanding voice from the doorway. Snapped out of their shock,
the Shadoloo
soldiers charged forward, and quickly incapacitated the ferociously
preoccupied girl, and turned
to take their orders from the giant behind them. “Barlog,
you fool.” Sagat muttered as he surveyed the carnage before him. “It never
ceases to amaze
me how much trouble you can cause.” He turned to the men, and issued orders
to clean up the
site and load the unconscious forms of Cammy and Barlog onto the transport
outside. As
he walked back to the transport to report to Lord Vega, he muttered to
himself, “One day, little Bumblebee,
you will find freedom.”
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