Girls Und Panzer Parabellum

CONFINED (part 3)

Blood was gushing out of her hand as it been sliced from the wrist up. No bones were broken, but the skin was certainly damaged. Darjeeling fell to her knees and looked in shock at her bloody hand.

The carpet now stained with innocent blood. Conqueror turned around slowly, looking at her in horror. Afraid of what he saw, and afraid from within. Still in shock, the pain only nearing her conscious as she came to the realization of what just happened. She now looked to see what caused it.

His hand, his arm, it wasn't human, It was robotic. Not to future-looking, but rather modern. However, a normal prosthetic arm would look human, his was completely grey witha few white spots of paint and british flag printed on it like an exspensive tattoo. Its shape was not streamlined, instead it was a boxy and rectangle shape.

Blood dripped off the end of it, like an axe after an execution. This was no normal prosthetic, it was an advanced one that could anything a normal human arm could.

The other arms glove fell off, revealing it was also an advanced prosthetic, the same as the other. Falling to his knees, his legs made a metal clang as they hit the floor. Were they too both prosthetic.

Bringing out his walk talkie, he spoke into it, trembling with his words."Hammond, floor five, code sixty-six"

"roger that sir" Hammond replied indignantly with rushing intent.

"Monsters kept inside their cages must stay in, I hope you understand" Conqueror forewarned, and then ran away from her as her hand bled out.

Darjeeling felt like a soldier in a battlefield who was being abandoned for a pathetic excuse by a cowardly soldier who could've carried hero on his back. Running away was forthe weak, his tank stood taller than him now to Darjeeling. The prestigious flag he wore was now just cloth, stripped of meaning.

Hammond found Darjarlng only ten seconds after Conqueror had run away. She looked back to see him, and he read her face like the cover of a book as that was his specialty at times with real ones, and thought it could apple to people. Her face read of pain, shock, and everlasting sadness.

"I will bandage you up, then we shall speak of what just happened" Hammond assured as he bandaged her hand up.

Whilst rapping her hand tightly, he offered aspirin, and she excepted it like it was mandatory. Getting up, he offered to carry her like a bride, but she refused as it was only her hand and not the entire portion below her midriff that had just been cut deep.

Together they went to her room, and without changing, or brushing her teeth, she went right into bed, sliding into the warm covers.

Tucking her in, she remonetized why Hammond was such good friend to Conqueror. His mouth opened to speak, but it didn't. A force was stopping him, a force that he hadn't battled in such a long time. Seeing the pain to speaking through his face. Dajarling reassured him with a face of a reason and sentence." it's ok, just tell me"

"When conqueror was born, he was brought into this world with one purpose decided by his parents. His brother who was born a year before him came out with no arms, legs, or a voice box" He wiped his tears as they had come on with such force.

"His parents made him take care of his brother allot, guilting him into seeing how privileged he was with his working limbs. Then at age six, after years of saying no to donating his limbs to his brother. th-the-they... Drugged him while he was sleeping, and surgically removed his limbs, all except for his voice box. That is all I know about how his physical form came to be, but an incident similar to this happened only four years ago" Hammond's words began to paint a story in Darjeelings mind.