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stormdraconaI wrote! I made art! I made a new friend! Me happy! :3 Today was good. Yesterday I had a friend over(Gah how is it all my school friends seem to run on energizer batteries?!) Wore me out, watched my new DVD that I finally watched for the first time. "Garfield" ~smiles~
I now shall finish stuffs up an RP or go sleep..I've been feeling really...Odd. Both good and bad. I just don't have the energy. n.n; Woke up about 12 pm my time. Man I was just got up, ate and got on the comp then babysat then got back on the comp. I've been feeling just exhasted c.c And...Ill'ish that past few days.
ANYWAYS!
I now shall finish stuffs up an RP or go sleep..I've been feeling really...Odd. Both good and bad. I just don't have the energy. n.n; Woke up about 12 pm my time. Man I was just got up, ate and got on the comp then babysat then got back on the comp. I've been feeling just exhasted c.c And...Ill'ish that past few days.
ANYWAYS!
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I wrote! I made art! I made a new friend! Me happy! :3 Today was good. Yesterday I had a friend over(Gah how is it all my school friends seem to run on energizer batteries?!) Wore me out, watched my new DVD that I finally watched for the first time. "Garfield" ~smiles~
I now shall finish stuffs up an RP or go sleep..I've been feeling really...Odd. Both good and bad. I just don't have the energy. n.n; Woke up about 12 pm my time. Man I was just got up, ate and got on the comp then babysat then got back on the comp. I've been feeling just exhasted c.c And...Ill'ish that past few days.
ANYWAYS! <:3 Shady? I know it's not a 'finished' but I will finish it for you! I swear. I found one of my other little peices fit in so, hardy har there it went. It'll be a full fic sometime.
Sorry took this amount of time but..
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHADY! ~huggles~
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A stroke of warmth against pained coldness. That's all Michael could register in his beaten mind as he laid on the ground. The warmth was from his partners low front gently brushing over his back. The most heartbroken noise issued forth as Kitt helplessly tried to get him to respond, to get him up. Michael's eyes flickered open looking at the ground parallel. The asphalt biting painfully into his cheek as slowly he became more aware of everything. The quiet whispering noise accompanied with his partner's scanner sped up as a choked, hopeful voice broke the silence.
"Michael?...Can you hear me....?" Michael closed his eyes briefly, trying to focus on his partner's calming voice that sounded like a far away echo. He opened them again managing to turn his head a bit to look at his partner, who's shadow was now covering him protectively in it's depths.
"...Kitt?" He finally managed his voice thick with pain. Kitt immediately reacted, trying his best to soothe his ailing driver.
"Yes, Michael. I'm here.."
"Wha-"Michael coughed his ribs screaming their story at him. "What happened?"
"You were trying to get inside that van...When the driver managed to shoot you which knocked you off...." Kitt murmured as Michael tried to move, which only resulted in agony. Kitt watched a moment, mentally screaming at himself for not being able to help his driver.
"Oh, right..." Right, the van, the little girl and boy he was trying to save. All he could remember was falling and landing on something softer then the road. But being unable get a grip on whatever it was he had finally fell and hit the asphalt. Oh god...the kids..
"Michael...You need to get up, I can't call an ambulance or the mobile unit..." Michael groaned as his partner's insistence. trying to attempt to move. Kitt backed off so he could, his shadow no longer protectively covering him. Michael involuntarily shivered feeling vulnerable now. He managed to get to his knees, arms at his sides with his face to the sun. He could feel it the pain in his torso, but it was also numb. He shivered as his body felt the harsh air blow on his already beaten body mind in a haze still. He was about to collapse on himself, his body starting to fall forward in the few moments it managed to stay up....Only to land on a familiar warmth.
"Michael!" Michael forced his eyes open looking at the pristine black hood, the top half of his body draped on Kitt's front. Even in his foggy mind he registered that it was his partner. He turned his head sideways and rested his cheek on the warm metal, comforted by his partner's presence. What kept him awake was his partners worried voice. Why was he worried?
"Michael...Please..Get up, get in..." Michael's mind started to try an sort itself out. Right he was worried because he was hurt. He had to get up, get in and get help. With a last show of inhuman strength that only his partner's distress could call forth Michael used his partner to stand haphazardly, dangerously shaking. Kitt slowly moved and turned carefully, gently brushing Michael as he moved so to make it easier to get to his door. leaning heavily on his partner Michael managed to get to the door, he turned as it opened using what strength of will he had left to collapse in the drivers seat. Finally succumbing to his concussion. Closing the door Kitt sped off, his engine roaring as he plotted the fastest course to the nearest hospital.
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Kitt's tires squealed, leaving burnt rubber on the asphalt as he shot down the road.
He wasn't going to make it. He watched his driver helplessly as he lay in the drivers seat. Kitt knew the crimson wasn't good as it leaked out of the tiny holes in Michael's chest and abdomen. Flashing lights and sirens appeared as he passed the city limits. The wail of the siren knocked Kitt out of his thoughts. Despite having the SPM engaged he couldn't go very fast with all the traffic and civilians around him. But obviously he was going fast enough to be chased by law enforcement .
He didn't have time, he couldn't stop and explain. He couldn't wait for them to help Michael. Kitt sped up more. The hospital was in sight now...So was the police barricade they set up to stop him.
What did they think he was doing?! Attacking the hospital?!?! Kitt growled quietly, he didn't have time for this. Michael didn't have time for this. Kitt ran a worried and protective virtual eye of his driver, counting the breaths and the heart beats. Then he floored it as Michael's heart stopped beating. He knew he shouldn't but there was no real choice, his programing was tearing him up.
Go through the barricade and injure or even kill several officers at the barracde. Stop and risk Michael with having to take time and explain, or turbo boost while in SPM and risk hurting Michael further.
Why, oh why did things have to get so hard? He chose the very last option. At least there was a possible chance that it wouldn't hurt him further. And he clung to that fact because he didn't have time to explain and he couldn't take a life. Quickly he tightened the PLRS carefully around Michael while speeding up. Then he turbo boosted over the barricade. All the while calculating variables, thinking of possible hitches in his choice as he landed.....
And upon landing it had somehow jarred Michael's heart to start beating again, even if irregular. Hitting to EBS, leaning on the horn he skidded to a halt. Orderlies ran out and saw the driver door open to them, Michael in plain sight.
"Someone get a stretcher! STAT!" Kitt watched as one of the orderlies barked out orders while checking Michael's weak pulse. He stayed silent, both mentally and physically he had been run ragged. As the ordered stretcher appeared so did the knight semi. Having been called by law enforcement that had managed to read his plates. As Michael was pulled out and put on the stretcher. Kitt could see Bonnie run out of the semi and towards him. She finally reached his side as the giant building swallowed his partner up in it's depths.
"..Bonnie." Immediately she went to go inside, Kitt locked the doors more for her sake. She looked at him worriedly.
"Kitt..? "
"You don't want inside...It's...Really bloody.." Bonnie closed her eyes, leaning on him. Her stomach queasy just thinking about how bloody it could be.
"...Thank you, Kitt."
"Of course." Kitt quietly murmured, exhausted. Bonnie nodded and motioned for him to get into the semi trailer.
"Let's check you up...Devon will check with the doctor."
"..Alright." With that Kitt tiredly fired his engine up listening to it catch then drove up the ramp of the trailer to be checked up.
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And yes. Big cliff I know but I gotta finish the first portion before I can continue to the ending n.n;;
Only ran through a spell check. Also helped me use what my english class is teachin' me at the moment. So we all benifit!
Now lets just hope because of how long my stories are taking I don't get chained up at the lair <.< >.> Though that would also be cool..^-^;;; Okay I'm off to write more or somethin! n.n;;
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I now shall finish stuffs up an RP or go sleep..I've been feeling really...Odd. Both good and bad. I just don't have the energy. n.n; Woke up about 12 pm my time. Man I was just got up, ate and got on the comp then babysat then got back on the comp. I've been feeling just exhasted c.c And...Ill'ish that past few days.
ANYWAYS! <:3 Shady? I know it's not a 'finished' but I will finish it for you! I swear. I found one of my other little peices fit in so, hardy har there it went. It'll be a full fic sometime.
Sorry took this amount of time but..
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHADY! ~huggles~
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A stroke of warmth against pained coldness. That's all Michael could register in his beaten mind as he laid on the ground. The warmth was from his partners low front gently brushing over his back. The most heartbroken noise issued forth as Kitt helplessly tried to get him to respond, to get him up. Michael's eyes flickered open looking at the ground parallel. The asphalt biting painfully into his cheek as slowly he became more aware of everything. The quiet whispering noise accompanied with his partner's scanner sped up as a choked, hopeful voice broke the silence.
"Michael?...Can you hear me....?" Michael closed his eyes briefly, trying to focus on his partner's calming voice that sounded like a far away echo. He opened them again managing to turn his head a bit to look at his partner, who's shadow was now covering him protectively in it's depths.
"...Kitt?" He finally managed his voice thick with pain. Kitt immediately reacted, trying his best to soothe his ailing driver.
"Yes, Michael. I'm here.."
"Wha-"Michael coughed his ribs screaming their story at him. "What happened?"
"You were trying to get inside that van...When the driver managed to shoot you which knocked you off...." Kitt murmured as Michael tried to move, which only resulted in agony. Kitt watched a moment, mentally screaming at himself for not being able to help his driver.
"Oh, right..." Right, the van, the little girl and boy he was trying to save. All he could remember was falling and landing on something softer then the road. But being unable get a grip on whatever it was he had finally fell and hit the asphalt. Oh god...the kids..
"Michael...You need to get up, I can't call an ambulance or the mobile unit..." Michael groaned as his partner's insistence. trying to attempt to move. Kitt backed off so he could, his shadow no longer protectively covering him. Michael involuntarily shivered feeling vulnerable now. He managed to get to his knees, arms at his sides with his face to the sun. He could feel it the pain in his torso, but it was also numb. He shivered as his body felt the harsh air blow on his already beaten body mind in a haze still. He was about to collapse on himself, his body starting to fall forward in the few moments it managed to stay up....Only to land on a familiar warmth.
"Michael!" Michael forced his eyes open looking at the pristine black hood, the top half of his body draped on Kitt's front. Even in his foggy mind he registered that it was his partner. He turned his head sideways and rested his cheek on the warm metal, comforted by his partner's presence. What kept him awake was his partners worried voice. Why was he worried?
"Michael...Please..Get up, get in..." Michael's mind started to try an sort itself out. Right he was worried because he was hurt. He had to get up, get in and get help. With a last show of inhuman strength that only his partner's distress could call forth Michael used his partner to stand haphazardly, dangerously shaking. Kitt slowly moved and turned carefully, gently brushing Michael as he moved so to make it easier to get to his door. leaning heavily on his partner Michael managed to get to the door, he turned as it opened using what strength of will he had left to collapse in the drivers seat. Finally succumbing to his concussion. Closing the door Kitt sped off, his engine roaring as he plotted the fastest course to the nearest hospital.
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Kitt's tires squealed, leaving burnt rubber on the asphalt as he shot down the road.
He wasn't going to make it. He watched his driver helplessly as he lay in the drivers seat. Kitt knew the crimson wasn't good as it leaked out of the tiny holes in Michael's chest and abdomen. Flashing lights and sirens appeared as he passed the city limits. The wail of the siren knocked Kitt out of his thoughts. Despite having the SPM engaged he couldn't go very fast with all the traffic and civilians around him. But obviously he was going fast enough to be chased by law enforcement .
He didn't have time, he couldn't stop and explain. He couldn't wait for them to help Michael. Kitt sped up more. The hospital was in sight now...So was the police barricade they set up to stop him.
What did they think he was doing?! Attacking the hospital?!?! Kitt growled quietly, he didn't have time for this. Michael didn't have time for this. Kitt ran a worried and protective virtual eye of his driver, counting the breaths and the heart beats. Then he floored it as Michael's heart stopped beating. He knew he shouldn't but there was no real choice, his programing was tearing him up.
Go through the barricade and injure or even kill several officers at the barracde. Stop and risk Michael with having to take time and explain, or turbo boost while in SPM and risk hurting Michael further.
Why, oh why did things have to get so hard? He chose the very last option. At least there was a possible chance that it wouldn't hurt him further. And he clung to that fact because he didn't have time to explain and he couldn't take a life. Quickly he tightened the PLRS carefully around Michael while speeding up. Then he turbo boosted over the barricade. All the while calculating variables, thinking of possible hitches in his choice as he landed.....
And upon landing it had somehow jarred Michael's heart to start beating again, even if irregular. Hitting to EBS, leaning on the horn he skidded to a halt. Orderlies ran out and saw the driver door open to them, Michael in plain sight.
"Someone get a stretcher! STAT!" Kitt watched as one of the orderlies barked out orders while checking Michael's weak pulse. He stayed silent, both mentally and physically he had been run ragged. As the ordered stretcher appeared so did the knight semi. Having been called by law enforcement that had managed to read his plates. As Michael was pulled out and put on the stretcher. Kitt could see Bonnie run out of the semi and towards him. She finally reached his side as the giant building swallowed his partner up in it's depths.
"..Bonnie." Immediately she went to go inside, Kitt locked the doors more for her sake. She looked at him worriedly.
"Kitt..? "
"You don't want inside...It's...Really bloody.." Bonnie closed her eyes, leaning on him. Her stomach queasy just thinking about how bloody it could be.
"...Thank you, Kitt."
"Of course." Kitt quietly murmured, exhausted. Bonnie nodded and motioned for him to get into the semi trailer.
"Let's check you up...Devon will check with the doctor."
"..Alright." With that Kitt tiredly fired his engine up listening to it catch then drove up the ramp of the trailer to be checked up.
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And yes. Big cliff I know but I gotta finish the first portion before I can continue to the ending n.n;;
Only ran through a spell check. Also helped me use what my english class is teachin' me at the moment. So we all benifit!
Now lets just hope because of how long my stories are taking I don't get chained up at the lair <.< >.> Though that would also be cool..^-^;;; Okay I'm off to write more or somethin! n.n;;
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