Project 43: Healing

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He didn't have a single good option, not even a decent one. Elias tried to think until nothing the gears in his brain got too clogged to turn. The Counter Terrorist Taskforce was too close. They would cut off all roads, flights, and ships leaving Nagoya as soon as they saw Elias wasn't in the building. Whatever he was going to do, he needed to do it fast because bleeding out in a bush wasn't an option.

He wasn't going to make it out of the port, the task force had probably already blocked all the roads leaving the area, so the only available option was the ship the Dimitri had arrived on. Elias heard the horn, blaring against his eardrums when he realized it to be his only option, his only chance at survival. So, he started running.

Even the air around Elias seemed to be working against him. The chill of the breeze pushing past him cut through the deep flesh wounds left there from the broken glass he had to drag himself through. It felt freezing against his burning skin. With each step, Elias felt the vibrations shooting around his body, aching through his bones.

Elias ducked behind a crate just as the workers were carrying in the last luggage. He sucked in a deep breath that stung his lungs and brushed off the specks of sweat already coating his forehead. It had been too long since he had to endure such pain but he would have to hold it off for a bit longer.

Elias saw an unlikely window as the workers gathered around a bigger container. He knew it was risky, but it was a risk he needed to take. Nothing about what he was doing was safe. most probably the task force would come and search the ship in minutes, but nevertheless, it was his only way out.

With one more inhale Elias pushed away from the crate and frantically ran towards the ship. He desperately grabbed onto the railing in front of him and pushed himself up and onto the deck. He didn't waste time lying around where anyone could see him. Instead, he shot up and started running. His escape had suddenly turned into a deadly game of cat and mouse.

Elias found himself on the top deck, ducked down next to a railing on a balcony where he could see everything that was happening on the main deck. It was there that Elias finally took notice of his wounds. The glass had slashed long, deep lines throughout his abdomen. He had a huge gash all the way from his arms, through his armpit and torse, all the way down his legs and onto his ankles. His ankles had hit the frame as his body bent down leaving behind a gash on both ankles which were bleeding heavily onto Elias' shoes, turning the beige material into a dark, reddish brown. The back of his head had also taken a hit but it wasn't as bad as it could be.

Elias tore off the hem of his shirt and wrapped some of the fabric around his ankles, trying to stop some of the blood flow. He also wrapped some of the shirt around his head before tying his shirt tighter around his torso in a wild attempt to help stop himself from bleeding out.

The next minutes felt like hours. Elias sat against the wall, exhausted beyond comprehension. He felt his body regenerating but it left him weak. He felt the dark, slimy tentacled of fear wrap around his mind, suffocating his instincts to stay emotionless. His mind seemed to be closing in on itself as he lay there, motionlessly like a dead body decaying away. That's what it felt like. He felt like he was dying. He had finally reached the end of his road with nowhere else to run. It had never gotten this close. He had always stayed one step ahead but this time, he had been caught and his best friend was behind it.

Dimitri had sold him out. The man Elias would have trusted with his life, the person he told his secrets, the person who he thought would never be capable of something like that. That man had left Elias helplessly bleeding out, practically waiting to be locked up where Hydra would be able to pick him up like an apple from the tree. A single salty drop escaped Elias' eye and he felt too weak to even wipe it away.