React to Rhodes Island's Psychologist

Chapter 2: Chekhovs_Gun

Chapter 2 is here

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The threat loomed over the splattered halls of the hospital. Infected hesitant to even make a move out of fear for their own lives.

The audience can hear the thoughts he had, his doubt, his amusement in his bluff working, his father's words.

They all paused in shock. The words reflected a man that has seen countless battles in his life, wanting others to not repeat his mistake.

"If you want to die, keep on smoking.", before punishing his son severely. Several others wanted to draw their weapons out only to be scolded by the more collected members of each group. They were still angry, but they knew in here control was not something they had.

They watched as the girl was forced to get

yelled at by the person that saved her like a thug, as if she was a bother. The audience felt the same sting Ye felt in order to keep the guise of the situation.

Seeing the gathering of infected still tense, Ye's words would make them question his sanity further.

"I didn't have six bullets. All I had were three.", he rotated the barrel before cocking the hammer back in place. The live round placed firmly in the chamber.

"And so which one of you wants to be my last victim.", his words were a bluff but to a crowd of infected that only had mania and not thought. The gears in their heads started to click as Ye started to smoke.

This wasn't worth it.

The audience watches in amazement as one by one infected patients slowly moved away from the exit Ye is blocking. Not risking the costly charge as he nearly finishes the cigar he smoked.

Amiya watches in horror as she sees a thin figure holding a gun aimed at the very first one to leave.

A gunshot howled.

Mania set in and anger boiled in each one, rushing towards Ye even when he still makes a clean shot dropping one of them. They still charge him.

Horror in the audience's eyes as he was beaten over and over, with a figure raising their axe to finish the due deed. They stared into Ye's eyes and for a split second they thought they saw him stare back at

them.

Only to feel relief at the arrival of the cavalry.

"LIGHT, HEED ME!", a brilliant flash of light tore through the one holding the axe. A barrier surrounding Ye's body with a gleaming glint of an unsheathed sword.

When his eyes finally closed and thoughts absent, unconscious from the ordeal. The audience returned back in what they accumulatively described as "The Lobby" courtesy of Ifrit.

None dared to voice anything out, until a voice seem to break them out of their stupor.

"Pardon everyone, you all seem down but have you seen my kids. Two of them, a girl

and a boy. I could've sworn I left them with Yelena and Patriot.", the woman muttered in worry, chewing her her nails in worry.

They shifted their gaze questioningly at Speaker who was smoking a questionably large roll.

Without missing a beat he pointed at the room at their left before puffing out a large cloud. Nodding respectfully before rushing towards the room and hearing the distinct laughter of the kids put the lobby at ease.

Kal'tsit stared at the man that was smoking, she tried to remember if she saw Ye smoke on the landship, Mon3tr was spying his movement not because of distrust but of paranoia for his safety.