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Title: 'System of a Down'
own the line, from 'War?'. Not me.
Michelle's POV
LaOC XXXVI - Of
War, We Won't Speak Anymore
I think she broke my nose!
I shake my head, and try and clear my vision.
The blood in my eyes stings.
You'd think with three people keeping her
down, we'd be ok.
Wrong!
I feel like there should be a buzzer sounding
at the end of that word.
Where is she?
I get my vision back in time to see Kreousa
hook one of her legs, stopping her from getting to Elle.
What's got into Dis?
When I left her in her office earlier, she
was fine.
Ok, major hangover, nervous about the Elle
stuff, but she was ok.
And now this?
I run over to the pair of them and drag Kreo
off her.
Kreo will take any excuse to punch her
into next week.
No love lost there.
'Dis...'
I put all my weight on her, and hold her
arms.
Shit, she's strong.
'Dis, it's Michelle. Please, calm down! Dis...
fuck.'
I can't hold her much longer.
Where is everyone?
Then I remember.
Monthly on ground meeting, great timing.
'You fucking her too, Mich?'
Yeez, she looks psychotic.
I lose concentration for a moment, and she
manages to kick me off.
I feel myself hit a wall and fall in a heap
on the floor.
What a great Angel you are Michelle. Not.
She turns to Kreo and round-houses her in
the face.
I taught her that move, nice time to
show it off, Dis.
The other Amazons are going to kill
her for doing that.
I try to get up, but she winded me and it's
making me move slow.
I need to calm her down.
How I'm going to do that should
be interesting.
She stands then turns to face Elle.
My legs give out under me as I try to break
into a run.
Get up Michelle, don't be a spaz and lie
on the floor.
Then she starts running, full speed at her.
Elle doesn't move, she just stares at her.
'Elle, run.'
But she doesn't.
And I know she has to do it.
She hasn't got a choice.
As Dis gets within thirty foot of her, Elle
raises her hand.
Don't wait, do it!
The closer she is the more likely you are
to kill her.
'Do it. Now. Bolt her, Elle.'
But then she lowers her hand.
I see her face and she can't do it.
I finally get to my feet, but I'm too far
away.
She's going to kill her, I know it.
Dis what are you doing?
Elle turns to run, but the doors got buckled
when David was thrown into them.
Another lot of good timing.
Replace the glass doors in reception for
metal ones.
Not such a good idea now.
Come on legs, speed it up!
I'm still too far away.
My leg hurts like you wouldn't believe.
I must have torn a muscle.
Dis is ten foot from her now, with me five
behind her.
And Elle finally makes a decision as she
raises her hand again.
A second's hesitation, then she lets rip
with a bolt.
Dis has got really good instincts, because
she sees it coming and manages to roll out the way.
But I'm not so quick.
It tears into my chest, throwing me backwards.
I land hard, then slide along the floor.
Warm liquid splashes on my face.
Warm liq... oh, it's my blood.
Oh!
My blood!
Shit, shit, shit!
I finally stop, hitting the wall.
It's kind of weird because I'm more worried
about Dis and Elle.
I'm on my side, and I can see Dis being taken
down by Jude and Kreo.
I've got to look a real state, lying here.
But I can't move.
There's this huge trail of my blood across
the floor, showing my path.
Shit that's a lot of blood.
Is it ok for me to bleed that much?
Then Gab's next to me, and... I think it's
Elle.
I can't see to well.
I want to tell them that I'm ok, but I can't
move.
Why can't I move?
As Elle moves to my side I see them putting
the restraints on Dis.
See, no, you're being too rough.
You're going to hurt her!
Someone's stroking my hair.
I like my hair being stroked.
My breathing's getting slower and slower.
I can't speed it up.
You know, I think I'm dying.
Everyone sounds really far away.
I'm moved onto my back.
Shouldn't this be hurting?
I'm dying, right, so I think this should
be painful.
I swallow some of the blood in my mouth.
Voices all around me.
I can't really make out who's saying what.
I'm trying but... see, it's hard to concentrate.
'Michelle, can you... Help her... I need
a...'
Nothing makes any sense.
My eyes won't move from the light fitting
on the ceiling.
It's bright.
I'm going to die.
Elle's face above mine.
I try to open my mouth, to say I'm not dead
yet.
Not yet.
But blood bubbles out.
Yeah, I'm going to die.
I thought I'd be scared.
Because this is it.
I don't come back.
At least everyone else is ok.
Bet I'm a real state, all bloody and looking
stupid.
My lungs start filling up with liquid.
Blood.
I'm going to drown in my own blood.
Someone moves my head to the side, and that
same blood drips out of my mouth.
I'm glad she got me and not Dis.
I've been around for loads of years.
Then I realise I'm not breathing.
I can't figure out what I do to make air
get in my lungs.
No-one teaches you how to do it, so...
Everything goes quiet.
Peaceful.
Then the bright lights of Heaven start to
dim.
Darker, darker, darker.
Elle, if you can hear me?
I love you guys.