Apocalypse Zodiac

Scorpio

          Scorpio slammed open the door to the safe house, immediately collapsing into a chair. 

Pisces was on her immediately.  Pisces was short and thin, with salt and pepper hair showing a lot of grey.  He was around 50, a former science professor and before that, a radio host.

"Where are you hurt?!" he cried out.  Scorpio reached over and turned on a lamp, flooding the room with light.

Pisces gasped when he say the numerous wounds covering Scorpios body.

"What happened?" he asked, as he grabbed a first aid kit.  Scorpio grimaced as he began cleaning her wounds.

She held out her left hand, showing Pisces the patch she had ripped off the Hammerblows shoulder.  He gasped again, recognizing the stars and hammer that made up the symbol of the elite force.

"Di-duh-did you ki-kill him?" he questioned. Scorpio nodded. Pisces whistled slowly," That's a serious feat. I thought that Leo guy from the desert was the only one outside the Corporation who could do it."

Moving to the second to last wound, the long slice on her left leg, Pisces sighed.  "This ones pretty deep," he said," its gonna need to be stitched."

Scorpio nodded, slipping off her glove and putting it in her mouth.  Pisces got out the needle and thread, and looked at the glove in her mouth with approval.

He kneeled down, and carefully started sewing.  Scorpio bit down hard on the glove when the needle and thread dragged through her skin.  She struggled to keep her leg relaxed.

She shuddered when Pisces finally finished and pulled the needle and thread pretty tight, cutting of the thread right after.

Finishing up and washing his hands, Pisces stepped toward the radio booth that sat in the back of the hideout.  "Time for the next bit of Resistance Radio." he chuckled at the nickname he had given to the radio station he hosted.  It spread the word of the resistance, and tried to inspire others to join.

Scorpio stood, steadying herself with her sheathed sword.  Using it like a cane, she shuffled to the her small room, not bothering to take off her clothes before she collapsed onto the bed.  'I'm weak' she thought,'if the resistance leader almost died to one Hammerblow, then what chance do we have?' She drifted off to sleep, leaving the question unanswered.