fourteen ✪ voice

[imfollowinghim]

[Anyone on the second floor (or first or third, really) might have heard a couple gunshots, shattering glass and other signs of a fight not too soon before Bucky's post. Then there's another gunshot, and silence for a couple seconds before quiet voices start up - C'rizz and Bucky.

A while later, a post's on the network. Bucky's panting and his voice is hoarse and strained, either because he's exhausted or in a hell of a lot of pain (it's both), but he manages to let everyone know what the hell was going on anyway.]

Zane's dead. [That's it. That's all he wants to say about it, and it kind of seems like he's going to leave it at that before he bites out:]

We need fucking call signs or passwords next time this happens.

[And then clicks the comm off so he can figure out how he's getting to the infirmary, because he is definitely not being carried.]

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[punched_hitler]

Where are you?

[Yeah, he'll save all the chatter for when he knows you're okay.]

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[voluntaryapnea]

[Stiles has been sitting at Allison's bedside since Scott carried her in. She's still dead. It's been hours, and there's no sign so far that the death toll is kicking in. Her face is unnaturally pale, skin cool to the touch. He's barely said two words, and his own face is paler than usual, expression blank. Maybe he's in shock still.

He hears Bucky's voice announcing that Zane is dead.

Good, he thinks immediately. It's probably terrible. Both because Bucky's probably the one who put him down, and because Zane was probably infected with the gas like he had been. He wasn't himself. Stiles can't scrape up a single iota of sympathy for the latter. He doesn't have the energy to try. Zane killed Allison. That's all that he can think right now.]

Are you all right?

[voice]

[notsoneedy]

Are you coming in to get checked out? [She's just guessing, but it sounds like he's hurt.]

Because if so, I'll see you soon.

[She's already there.]

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[mirrortouch]

[ That's... unfortunate. He'd grown to appreciate Zane, if not like him. He was interesting. He was new to Will. ]

I heard the gunshots.

You weren't hit, were you?

[fridgetothefire]

They don't work. Memory and trustworthiness change independently of each other.

[Quiet, bitter. She's thought through this, hates the futility of it. And Zane is - a good friend. She holds that back, as much as she can.]

Can you tell me what happened?