Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving - An Apex Legends Story

Chapter 2 - Tracking to Death

Bloodhound's Point of View

BOOM! THUD! Bloodhound was unsure of how the shot had missed the combat medic. They stared through the closely focused precision scope just in time to see Lifeline trip around the hillside. They had lined up their shot perfectly. Bloodhound was great a great sniper, so the only explanation that Bloodhound could fathom was that Lifeline was really bad at running. Luck was something that Bloodhound did not believe in. Hard work, training, skill, and critical decision making were things that all made a good Legend, not luck. To say that luck played a factor on Lifeline's on Bloodhound's missed Kraber shot was something that they could not conceive.

Bloodhound was perched atop a decrepit building near the cave opening that led to an area called: Market. Bloodhound showed no sign of emotion, even if they did it could not be seen through their mask and respirator. Their body, void of anything except the taste of the hunt. Bloodhound's breathing was even and non-labored. Their goggle-hidden eyes peered off into the distance, plotting their next move. The ring was about to close, and the storm would be coming soon. There was no time to waste.

Bloodhound hopped down from the rooftop with little noise, kneeling in the dirt once they hit the ground. They set down the Kraber neatly onto the ground and lowered their head. After a moment of silence Bloodhound raised their head, "The hunt begins." They gave the sniper rifle a short ritual before leaving the gun behind.

Every movement from Bloodhound looked graceful and almost choreographed; like an elegant dance that they had done their whole life. A dance that only they knew. Bloodhound stood up with only a Peacekeeper on their back. They were soon on Lifeline's trail. Bloodhound's vision marked footprints that were about a minute away. Bloodhound was a good tracker; in fact, they were the best in the games. They were able to use their tracking abilities to track enemies and even their enemies' actions.

In the distance Bloodhound could hear a dropship tearing open the sky above Three Way. Bloodhound looked up towards the area that the other Legends referred to as Three Way, where Lifeline was last spotted; they were almost there but it wasn't fast enough. They knew they had to get there faster if they were going to beat the drop of Lifeline's teammates.

There were no longer any respawn beacons left within the ring. They knew this meant that they had no chance of bringing back their fallen teammates, not that they could even if they wanted to. Bloodhound was the only one left on their team. Gibraltar and Pathfinder took a dive off of the side of the world during their disorganized looting in Relay when they landed. Correction, Gibraltar fell down the waterfall and a botched rescue attempt made by Pathfinder sealed their demise. The storm had already hit, and it was too late for Bloodhound to retrieve their banners from their death boxes.

A sad story to those that would listen but there was no time to grieve. The fight would continue without them. Bloodhound knew they had to activate their ultimate ability if they had any chance of winning this battle. Bloodhound opened a compartment to a wristband that was attached to their left arm. The wrist band resembled some sort of minicomputer. They clicked a few buttons in tandem.

Shortly after, Bloodhound began clenching their fists as their body hunched slightly at their torso, almost like they were drawing energy from deep inside their very core. They then stood upright and began pulling their arms apart as they unclenched their fists. Bloodhound cupped their hands to either side of them and released a jolt of red electricity around their entire body. "I am Blóðhundr!"

A loud roar erupted from Bloodhound's masked face. Their eyes emitted a red glow through the goggles that covered them. Their body was now engulfed in raw power. Bloodhound's vision plunged from full, vivid color into gray scale. The red of enemies and their footsteps stood out in their gray scale vision. This made it easier to track their enemies. "The same color of blood, which will be sacrificed as an offer to the Gods for this hunt today."

Bloodhound made haste up the grassy hillside that led to Three Way. They followed the combat medic's footprints towards their precise location. The timing of the footprints grew closer with each sprint of Bloodhound's pace. They knew they were almost there. Their ultimate ability gave them such speed and power that it made it possible for Bloodhound to get to places much more quickly than any other Legend.

They watched as crows were now flying around the footprints, a dead giveaway that they were narrowing in on their target. Bloodhound reached behind them and began pulling out their Peacekeeper that was holstered to their backside. With their trusty Peacekeeper in hand, Bloodhound rounded the corner of the hillside, prepared to battle the team of three.

As Bloodhound made the turn around the corner, they aimed down the sight of the shotgun, vision focused through the iron sights. As soon as they completed the turn, they were greeted with a loud piercing noise that rang through their ears. Then there was another loud noise and another until they could no longer hear anything at all.

The noise had transformed into a slushing sound that oozed and trickled from Bloodhound's ears. A warm sensation trickled down the front of Bloodhound's face from the bullet wound in their skull. As their ultimate ability wore off and vivid color came rushing back to Bloodhound's eyes, a pounding, sharp pain immediately filled their head. The colors of the world around them were red-tinted and quickly began to fade into darkness.

They wondered how they were caught off guard by a simple combat medic who could not even run up a hill without tripping. Bloodhound was finding it hard to think as warm crimson flowed from their body and pooled into the earth beneath them. It wouldn't be long now; they would become part of the planet to continue the cycle of life. This would be true if they weren't in the games.

They got one last look at Lifeline, crouched on the hill only meters above them. She was hidden in the bushes and brush with her Wingman. "Not a bad tactic. I should have expected something like this." Bloodhound felt disappointment fill their body as they grossly underestimated the enemy that they hunted.

The announcer's voice echoed in and out, declaring the winners of the match. It was the last thing that they heard. Still standing, everything was now silent. Dark. Gone. Bloodhound was brought to their knees from the weakness that overtook their body. They fell face first into the wet dirt below them. They couldn't see or hear anything, but they surprisingly still had their sense of smell. The ground that surrounded their face smelt of a mixture of copper and earth. A fleeting scent as Bloodhound faded away into nothingness.

Frantically their heart raced like it was trying to catch up with the time that it had missed when they were unconscious. The feeling of reanimation was something that Bloodhound could never get used to. Blood rushed through their veins and arteries, giving Bloodhound life once again. Without warning radiant light returned to their eyes, or rather their eyewear. A bright and almost pounding light took a moment for them to adjust to.

Just for a moment Bloodhound felt like their heart would pound out of their head; a primal beat which slowly faded. It was symbolic of the pounding in their head from their recent death in the games. Everything had its purpose in life; at least to Bloodhound it did. Their body finally calmed. The disorientation wore off, and Bloodhound was aware of their surroundings. Everything was quiet except the light hum of the transport ship.