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part 3 of the crystal trauma lol

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There I was, running for my life. Some of blackrock's defence fired their guns at me, luckily most of the bullets missed me. I'm sure that Subspace had called them on me.. one of the bullets hit my torso though. Just to make matters worse... I kept running though despite all the blood I was loosing. From my eye and my chest.

Soon enough, I was out of Blackrock. Finally.. that place was sickening and the weather is terrible. So cold...

I realised soon after that I had no idea where the hell I was. It sure wasn't Blackrock.. or Crossroads.. I was so puzzled but I didn't think too much of it. There was a nearby alleyway so I hid in it so no one could find me. There was a garbage bin was infront of me, so that gave me more protection..

I opened my medkit and pulled out a healing crystal, might as well try it out right now. Once I placed it near my chest wound, the bleeding stopped. Magnificent I say, but the scar and dried up blood was still there so I grabbed some bandages from my suitcase and wrapped it carefully around my torso. After making sure it was secure, I went ahead to heal my right eye.. despite my eyeball not being present anymore, the eye socket bled hard. I'm sure I would've died from external bleeding if I didn't have my medkit, alas, I don't have much inside it.

I put the last crystal onto my right eye, it healed quickly but still left the scar. It cured the bleeding, but not the pain and the hole was still visible. I reached out for bandages but I ran out.. ugh. I guess I didn't prepare well.

I sighed as I laid onto the hard concrete ground, the alleyway stunk as hell but what else could I do? I had nothing left.. everything lost over a stupid conflict. Damn I hated that pink jerk.. and changing his name too? What kind of shit is this?

Forget it. It's late now, and I'm so tired I might as well pass out. Maybe it'll be better in the morning.. don't get your hopes up Medkit.

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The sun had started rising, the strong sun-rays hurt my eyes a bit so I figured now's the time to get up. This was not the best sleep I've had.. considering the location I'm at.

I groaned as I got up, a pain shot through my torso and I immediately dropped onto the surface again. Argh. The wound still hasn't properly healed. If I don't find a proper place to rest in, I'll most likely die untreated. I've ran out of supplies, I have to refill my medkit too..

I have nothing left.

Might as well lay down on this rusty cardboard cutout and succumb to my inevitable doom. No ones around to help. Slowly, I felt my eyes shutting once again. I couldn't help it anyways, I was so tired.

Just like that. I was out.

I heard some voices call out to me, but I ignored it.. it's probably just some guy asking for change but they kept shouting and shaking my body so I opened my eyes in annoyance. Surprisingly, it wasn't who I thought it was.

It was some.. phighter?.. wearing a cowboy hat? Not to my liking, but in their eyes, they seemed quite concerned despite the smirk on their face.

They were yelling a few things at me but most of the words didn't get to me, all I heard was 'rummage' and 'help' most likely indicating that I 'obviously' need help. Yeah, it's pretty clear. Anyways, after a few repeated sentences, I finally started understanding them.

"Hey! Whatta ya doin' in all this rummage?" They asked, with a stern tone. I didn't reply, not wanting this stranger to get involved with my problems.

"Speak up would ya? You need help or sumthin'?" They spoke even louder, looking for an answer or even anything from me. I still didn't want anything to do with them, but only problem is, they're the only option I have right now. So I have no other choice.

I coughed and hacked whilst trying to speak, I haven't spoke since I received these injuries, it was extremely painful. I answered with a slow nod and they gave me a thumbs up.

"Listen here, I'll help ya but I want sumthin' in return." Oh great.. a deal.

"You join my region and I'll help ya! I'll be your boss, seems good enough, eh?" They held out their hand to me, offering a handshake. I sighed and shook their hand, being mindful of their sharp nails, insuring not to touch them.

"Good! By tha way, I'm Rifle! Pleased to meet ya!" Rifle eh? Seems untrustworthy... whatever. She helped me up and directed me to where she and her gang lived. Apparently in her case, she is in Lost Temple which is the hottest faction out of all of them. I was looking forward to this, Blackrock's weather was getting to me.

I held my empty medkit tightly, she kept looking back at me which I didn't like but alas, I was helpless here. I was severely wounded and this person here is my only hope now until I can fully heal myself and get proper rest.

"What's ya name, weak one?" She turned to ask whilst we slowly strolled past the Lost temple sign. I hadn't replied, for obvious reasons, so she frowned and turned back.

I hope her 'friends' aren't as annoying as her.