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

Chapter 2 - Tracking to Death

Bloodhound's Point of View

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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 a great at sniping 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 behalf in Bloodhound's missed Kraber shot was something that they could not conceive.

Bloodhound was perched on a roof top of a decrepit building near the cave opening that led to Market. Bloodhound showed no sign of emotion, even if they did it could not be seen through their mask and respirator. Even their body language lacked any emotion. 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 as they hit the dirt below. They kneeled as they hit the ground. They set down the Kraber on the ground and lowered their head. After a moment of silence Bloodhound raised their head, "The hunt begins." Bloodhound gave the sniper rilfe a short ritual before leaving the gun behind.

Everything Bloodhound did looked graceful and almost choreographed; like an elegant play that they had practiced for months on end. 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 and was able to use their tracking abilities to track enemies and even their actions.

In the distance Bloodhound could hear a drop ship inbound as it tore 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 more respawn beacons left within the ring so there was no chance of bringing back their fallen teammates. Bloodhound was the only left on their team at this point. 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 wrist band that was attached to their left arm. The wrist band resembled some sort of minicomputer. They clicked a few buttons in tandem.

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. Bloodhound then stood upright and began pulling their arms apart at they unclenched their fists. Bloodhound pulled their hands apart and released amplified red electricity. "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 for the them 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 footsteps to their precise location to where she had been. The timing of the footprints grew closer with each sprit of Bloodhound's pace. They knew that they would be there in no time. Their ultimate ability gave them such speed and power that it made it possible for Bloodhound to get to places quicker 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. Bloodhound was ready with their trusty weapon as they turned the corner. The tracker was always prepared for battle.

Bloodhound made it to the bend of the corner with the Peacekeeper in hand and eye down sight of the shotgun. They turned the corner and they were greeted with a loud piercing noise that rang through Bloodhound's ears. Then another loud noise and another until they could no longer hear anything at all.

The noise eventually turned into a warm 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 filled their head. The colors of the world around them didn't last long as everything began to fade into darkness.

They wondered how they were caught off guard by a simple combat medic. Bloodhound was finding it hard to think as blood left their body and pooled into the dirt and grass below them. It wouldn't be long now and they would but part of the planet. They got one last look at Lifeline, crouched on the hill only meters from 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.

Bloodhound could hear the echo of the announcer's voice declaring the winner of the match. It was the last thing that they heard. Everything was silent as the color completely drained from their world. Bloodhound was brought to their knees from the weakness that overtook their body. They fell face first into hard 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, "Probably from my blood mixing with the ground below me." A fleeting thought as Bloodhound faded away into nothingness.

Frantically their heart raced like it is trying to catch up with the time that it had missed when they were unconscious. They feeling of reanimation was something that Bloodhound could never get used to. Blood rushed through their veins and arties, giving Bloodhound life once again. Without warning radiant light returned to their eyes, or rather the eyewear of Bloodhound. A bright and almost pounding light took a moment from 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. Everything finally slowed down. The disorientation wore off and Bloodhound was aware of their surroundings. Everything was quiet except the light hum of the transport ship. "Maybe this is why everyone was so quiet at the end of the match, they were just trying to get reoriented to reality. Their bodies were trying to reestablish their link with reality."