ironlady: (and i might know of our future)
Caterina Sforza ([personal profile] ironlady) wrote2013-01-14 12:27 am
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In this post, you have the option to either meet Caterina in person or leave her an audio or video message. State which you want and I will happily follow your lead.
ishotyouuu: (just got a lot on my mind)

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[personal profile] ishotyouuu 2013-10-11 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Uh... y-yeah. Sure. No problem.

[He runs his hand over his head; takes in another deep breath.]

Okay. You sent me out to see if I could find Abel, right? I just... I want you to know that that's all I've been doing these past few days. I wasn't slacking off or anything, honest. I know a lot of people were saying he was dead, that he died during the escape from the hospital, but... it just seemed too easy, y'know? So I did some scoping around. Headed toward the eastern part of town. The place is all opened up now, did you know that? Looks just like where we live-- well, maybe a little less dilapidated.

Anyway, I decided to check out that hospital. Wasn't too hard to find, really-- I mean, it was right on the outskirts of town. No one would miss it. I thought that... maybe they were keeping him hostage for some reason. I mean, Kite seemed to have a special interest in his kid brother, so I figured maybe he was keeping him around. For leverage, or something. I mean, we don't ever stay dead here, right? We always come back. And since he's one of the only ones who didn't come back when I did, I figured something must've happened to him. That they kept him there, or something.

But, Cat... it's all gone. The building's completely collapsed. There were a few med kits here and there-- some other things too, like syringes-- but... the whole thing's just nothing but rubble now. There weren't even any bodies, nothing to prove that anyone had even been there there. I mean, I thought... I thought I could at least find something of his, a scrap of cloth, a bit of his hair; some proof lying around that he... that he'd...

[Wade's voice breaks. He rubs his eyes as his vision blurs, and he's startled to find that the fabric underneath his eyes is damp.]

Heh. [His cynical chuckle sounds suspiciously close to a sob.] Guess I wasn't really ready to talk after all. Some mercenary. Can't even find a body when I'm s'posed to.