Piotr Rasputin goes by Peter in America (artistic_mutant) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-12-03 07:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | peter rasputin/colossus |
Who: Piotr Rasputin, NPC! baddies and a child
What: Peter sacrifices himself to save a child
Where: Block from the complex
When: Early morning of the 3rd
Status: Narrative/Complete
Rating: Character death
With everything beginning to get worse outside, Piotr began patrolling more regularly around the complex if only to keep himself occupied. While he could no longer trigger his power, he was not helpless. He knew how to fight and he had done much reading and research since arriving here, though he cursed at himself for not taking the chance to go to camp when he should have. Still, he was armed with holy water, a collapsable baton, and his amulet shoved in his boot to keep it from getting torn off during any fight.
As he rounded a corner, he caught sight of several men and women around a screaming child. A child who looked so much like Illyana. Gripping the baton and one of the holy water balloons, he slowly approached. It didn't take him long to realize the child was screaming in fear. Dark eyes narrowing, he drew in a breath and shouted "Christo!" at the demons. They siezed and the Russian took the opportunity to run in and snatch the girl before he began running full speed.
He risked a glance behind and saw the demons giving chase. Perhaps under normal circumstances he could have dealt with that many. Being metal often reduced his need for sleep, food, and rest. But the lord of Hell had seen fit to prevent that. Unwilling to risk further harm to the child, he spotted a small store full of afraid looking people and set the girl down at a corner.
"Little one, you must run for that store. You shall be safer there than with me," he said. He gave her a warm smile. "I will lead the bad demons away. Go!" He waited for her to run before he turned and looked back at the approaching demons. He hurled a water balloon at them and flicked the baton free before he began walking towards the group of eight demons. He fought as hard as he could in attempts to knock them out, but he was overwhelmed.
After an hour of merciless beating, the demons left him and he coughed feebly, blood spilling from his mouth from a punctured lung. He was too far from the complex to go to the medbay and he would not have them risking their lives for him. But he needed to do one thing first for when the other displaced survived this. Managing to get his phone out, he began typing, barely remembering to keep his words in English. When he finished he let the phone fall from his grip and he rolled to his back, staring up at the lightening sky.
He let his eyes fall close and darkness come to take him, glad that he had been able to at least save one life.