Todd Wants Key's Face

Sam: *he notices that Sarah is crying. In the happiness of the moment, he forgets about Todd needing to finally leave once Sam and Sarah are married, and wonders what on earth could be wrong* ... Sarah...? D:>

Harry: *he notices Todd leave - he catches the ghost right before he fully disappears* ... Todd... D:>

Key: *only catches a glimpse of Todd vanishing, but she knew from Harry's expression that he was GONE* ...Todd...

Sarah: *tries to wipe the tears away, but more keep coming. she speaks very quietly* ...He's gone... dad's gone...

Harry: *he keeps staring at where he has last seen Todd, willing him to come back. He just wants to talk to him. To just TALK to his friend... to tell him how happy he is that Sam and Sarah got married... like a friend would... right? He'd come back... right?*

Sam: *he gives Sarah a sympathetic look, then pulls her into a tight hug*

Claire: ...? Harry...?

Key: *knows that Todd isn't coming back, not matter how much she wishes he would... but he deserved to rest. he had been through a lot of difficult ordeals and managed to overcome them--though she was glad that he was finally at peace, she couldn't stop herself from shedding a tear or two*

Sarah: *hugs him back, refusing to allow her sniffles to devolve into full-blown sobs, not in front of this many people*

Everyone: *has gone into a dead silence at the sight of Sarah, the bride, crying*

Sam: *he rubs her back as he hugs her* <:/ ...

Harry: *He finally realizes that Todd really isn't coming back. Harry wipes some tears away, looking away from the aisle, where Todd walked into the afterlife* Th-this is... *he tries to smile* ... th-this is a happy... d-day... we need to be h-happy...

Claire: *doesn't understand why Harry's crying--she puts her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it with her thumb* This IS a happy day... so why are you UNhappy? <:(

Key: *looks back over at Sarah and Sam, and realizes that Sarah must have seen him too* D:> ...

Sarah: *tries her best to stop crying. she looks up at Sam, and gives him a sad smile, once again attempting to wipe away her tears* Come on. We need to get moving. <:)

Harry: ... h-he left...

Sam: *he gives her a warm, comforting smile* ... Right... *he then leads her off the altar, heading out with her*

Sarah: *heads outside with him. They both get into a car that was waiting outside for them. the tears were still flowing*

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Claire: He...? *looks at Key, and suddenly connects the dots--Sarah had been crying as well... that meant that they all saw him. They all saw Todd* ...Harry... D:>

Sam: *gets into the car as well, rubbing comforting circles around Sarah's back* ... What happened...? <:(

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Harry: *he sniffles* No, it's okay... i-it's okay... he needed to go, anyway...

Sarah: *sniffles, then looks up at him, an almost heartbreaking sadness showing in her eyes* ...H-He... he was there... he walked me down the aisle... and after the vows... h-he turned around and... and now he's gone.

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Claire: <:( ... *rubs his back comfortingly, only able to imagine how he was feeling* You're right... He can rest now.

Key: ... *leaves when the other people do, joining the mass of people that was filing out of the church*

Sam: Y-you're dad...?? Oh... I'm so sorry, Sarah... D:> *he pulls her into another hug, still rubbing her back*

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Harry: He must've been really... really tired...

Sarah: *hugs him back tightly, letting herself sob into his shoulder. It was quite childish, yes, but she felt like if she didn't do this now, she could explode later*

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Claire: I think he was... You should be happy for him, then... <:(

Sam: That's it... you just keep that up... you'll feel better later... <:(

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Harry: ... I am... I'm just also sad...

Sarah: *nods, and continues to cry until she can't anymore. When her sobs turn back into sniffles, she pulls away and looks up at Sam, giving him a half-hearted smile* ...heh... Feeling a bit better...

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Claire: I can understand that... <:( We'll talk some more in the car, we need to get to the reception. *leads Harry out of the pews, towards the exit*

Sam: Good. You had me worried for a second. Like, you were gonna be upset for the remainder of this wedding or something. <:/

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Harry: *is helped out of the church and into their car*

Sarah: I'm trying really hard not to be. This is a happy day....

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Claire: *gets into the driver's side, and drives off to the reception* ...Are you feeling better, Harry?

Sam: *smiles warmly at her* It IS a happy day... so let's try being happy. <:) *he gently kisses her*

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Harry: ... No. But I don't care.

Sarah: <:) *kisses him back, combing her hand through his hair. she tries to focus on NOW, on being here with Sam, and is mostly successful* <3

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Claire: ... *sighs in slight frustration. she really couldn't make him change his mind... she keeps driving, hoping she'll at LEAST be able to convince him to stay sitting down the rest of the night...*

Sam: *he breaks the kiss, smiling at Sarah still* ... Can you seriously believe that we're married now?

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Harry: *wipes some sweat from his brow, his fever making him feel overheated*

Sarah: *grins at him* It hasn't quite hit me yet, but it will...

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Claire: ...Harry, are you SURE you're alright? <:/

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Sam: *walks out to where his parents are, fully dressed in his father's suit once again*

Claire: ? *looks over, and smiles* Very handsome. :) Now, we have to go, or we'll be late.

Sam: Right - don't want to be late. That would be embarrassing. D:

Harry: *slowly gets up with the help of the arm of the chair and his cane*

Claire: <:/ *goes over to help Harry keep his balance* Sam, could you open the door? <:/

Sam: Yeah - <:/ *goes over to the front door and opens it for his parents*

Claire: *helps Harry out the door and down the front steps, into the car, then gets into the driver's seat*

Harry: *he waits for Sam to get in*

Sam: *gets into the car, somewhat nervous about the day*

*they drive to the church*

*About an hour or so later, once everybody is settled in the pews, the music starts up*

Sarah: *steps forward once the doors open, not even thinking of looking back*

Sam: *smiles warmly at Sarah, his heart bursting with happiness. It is finally happening*

Presence: *walks Sarah down the aisle, keeping a hand on her shoulder*

Sarah: *is almost overwhelmed with joy--she was marrying the love of her life and her father was still right there with her. she felt like she could cry. She walks down the aisle, right up to the altar, not worrying about who was sitting in the pews--that wasn't important anymore*

Presence: *separates from Sarah to watch her walk up to the altar, smiling*

Sam: *he's just grinning. He can't help it. He is simply too happy to NOT grin*

Sarah: *smiles right back at him, casting a brief glace back at where she assumes her father is. she walks up to the altar, and hands off the flowers to a bridesmaid, turning to face Sam*

*And so the ceremony proceeds. The priest reads off a few biblical passages, then gives a heartfelt speech about marriage and wishes the couple good luck on their journey together. finally, they near the end--*

Priest: Samuel Gatzsky, do you take Sarah Huntings as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honour, and cherish, as long as you both shall live?

Todd: *becomes visible for Sarah, Key and Harry, watching from where he stands* <:) ...

Harry: *Notices* ! D: *he tries not to look at the ghost - he doesn't want to miss a single moment of the wedding*

Sam: ... I do. <:) *he slips the ring onto Sarah's finger*

Key: !! *notices, but tries very hard to keep her eyes on Sam and Sarah--she didn't want to miss any of this*

Claire: *is completely oblivious, as Todd didn't reveal himself to her. she watches the ceremony, feeling incredibly proud of her son*

Priest: And do you, Sarah Huntings, take Samuel Gatzsky as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honour, and cherish, as long as you both shall live?

Sarah: *doesn't notice Todd quite yet* ...I do. <:) *slips the ring onto Sam's finger*

Priest: May this couple be prepared to continue to give, be able to forgive and experience more and more joy with each passing day, with each passing year. In so much as they have consented to live forever together in holy matrimony, and have witnessed the same before this company, having given and pledged their love, each to the other, and having declared same by the giving and receiving of a ring, I pronounce that they are now husband and wife. *to Sam and Sarah* You may kiss the bride. :)

Sam: *he happily kisses Sarah. Sarah, his wife. And he is her husband. The thought made him almost feel like he is floating - he is just so delightfully happy, kissing Sarah, experiencing a joy greater than anything he's ever experienced before*

Todd: *continues to watch, proud of Sarah* ...

Harry: *he grins happily at his newly-wed son and daughter-in-law*

Sarah: *kisses Sam right back, unable to recall any moment where she had felt happier than she did now--this was quite possibly the best day of her life. when they finally breaks the kiss, she grins at Sam, feeling her eyes start to well up with tears of joy. finally, FINALLY... she had found someone she could be with forever.*

Priest: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the loving couple, Mr. and Mrs. Gatzsky.

*There is much applause*

Sam: *he laughs a little, wondering if he is dreaming the whole thing*

Harry: *he claps with everyone else, smiling widely*

Todd: *still standing in the middle of the aisle, he he smiles sadly at Sarah, then wipes what seems to be a tear from his eye (as he looks now, he has eyes). From there, he turns around and walks down the aisle, to the exit of the church, fading away more and more with each step until he finally vanishes completely, finally at rest*

Sarah: *catches the movement out of the corner of her eye, and looks--she watches her father fade as he walks back down the aisle, staring at that spot even after he's gone, not even feeling the tears that roll down her cheeks*

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Harry: ... Thank you. *from there, he carefully walks out of the room and down the stairs, managing to get down on his own*

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Sam: *he goes out, driving to his parents' place, knowing the procedure for the wedding. He deems it necessary to also visit them because he wants to check on his dad*

Claire: *is very much surprised by Harry's determination--she follows him downstairs, just to make sure he made it down there alright* ...

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Sarah: *is at her mother's home, back in her wedding dress. She stares into the mirror the same way she did last time--only this time, she knew she wouldn't have to leave. nothing could keep her from saying her vows this time* ...

Sam: *arrives at his parents's house. He knocks on the door*

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Harry: *makes it down just in time to hear the door to knock* ?

Claire: ! *hurries over to the door, opening it for Sam* Hello. :)

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Sarah: *remembers that this is the last day her father would be staying in the realm of the living--the thought brought her mood down, but not NEARLY enough for her to consider calling off the wedding* ...

Sam: Hi Mom. <:) Hi... Dad?

Harry: You go get ready here. I'll wait. *walks over to the chair he normally sat in before he had gotten sick. He slowly lowers himself into it*

Sam: *to Claire* ... What's Dad doing out of bed? D:

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Presence: *casts its familiar warmth over Sarah, trying to comfort her*

Claire: *lets Sam in the house, and closes the door behind him* ...He insists on going to the wedding. I don't think anything we can say will stop him... You're welcome to try, though. <:/

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Sarah: *smiles sadly, closing her eyes* ...M'really gonna miss ya, dad.

Sam: ... This isn't gonna be very good for him... D:>

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Presence: *rubs her arm with its hand. It understands*

Claire: I know, I told him that... he won't listen.

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Sarah: *sighs* I'm... I'm kind of glad you stuck around. Made losing you a bit easier... But I think you deserve to rest now.

Sam: ... I guess that's that, then... he's gonna have to come. D:>

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Presence: *is seen in the mirror as Todd, who smiles gratefully at Sarah*

Claire: ...I'll make sure to keep an eye on him... try not to worry too much, this is a big day for you.

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Sarah: *smiles back, quite happy to see him like that* ...Did I do good, dad?

Sam: I'll try, Mom... <:/

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Todd: *his smile widens, and he nods again*

Claire: <:/ ... Go get ready, we'll wait for you out here.

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Sarah: *grins, and laughs a bit, feeling her eyes start to water* ...I'm glad you think that.

Sam: *goes into the bathroom*

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Todd: *he keeps his smile, watching Sarah through the mirror*

Claire: ... *turns to look at Harry* ...Are you sure you want to do this?

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Key: *enters the room, looking Sarah over and smiling widely* You look beautiful, Sarah. :) *sees something odd out of the corner of her eye, and looks at the mirror--she stares at it in a stunned silence when she sees Todd* ...

Sarah:

Harry: Do what? D;

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Todd: *stares back through the mirror*

Claire: ...How are you feeling, Harry?

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Key: *continues to stare* ...

Sarah: *puts an arm around her mother's shoulders, and hugs her to her side*

Key: *speaks very quietly* ...I'm glad he can see this...

Harry: Well enough to go to the wedding, thanks. >:/

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Todd: *disappears*

Claire: ...Alright. Just making sure.

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Key: *stares at the mirror for a bit, then shakes her head* Come on. We have to get moving! D:

Sarah: *nods, and follows her mother out. No turning back this time*

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Sam: ... Alright. I'm tired, and I bet you're tired. It's been a long day. *he gets up and stumbles over to the bedroom, rubbing the cut side of his face* ...

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Blood Puppet: No one has lived long enough.

Sarah: *follows him into the bedroom, getting under the covers, the full extent of her exhaustion hitting her as she lay her head down on the pillow* ...mnh...

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Celine: *wasn't expecting that answer, but at the same time, she wasn't really surprised* I see.

Sam: *crawls into bed, his exhaustion overwhelming. This day was not a good day*

Sarah: *snuggles into him, putting an arm over him and hugging him close to her--she just needed to feel him there. The thought of almost losing him was almost too much to bear--she just wanted to make sure he would be safe* ...

Sam: *he puts an arm over her in return, using the arm with the missing finger. His mom will notice. His mom will have a FIT*

Sarah: *rests her forehead against his, lightly touching his cut cheek with her fingers. She would make them pay for all the grief they've been causing them...*

Sam: *he nuzzles her, touching his nose against hers, feeling warm with Sarah around*

Sarah: *smiles a bit, and closes her eyes, nuzzling him back* .... <3

Sam: *he continues to snuggle with Sarah until he falls asleep*

Sarah: *takes a while longer to drift off due to her still-lingering worry*

Sam: *he sleeps, too exhausted to really think about what has happened*

Sarah: *eventually falls asleep nuzzled into his shoulder*

*The day of the wedding. Everyone prepares in almost a total recreation of the first attempt at it. The day is greeted with rushing and chaos, but also a larger sense of joy*

Harry and Claire's Home

Harry: *he's still dangerously ill, but today he manages to fight his way out of bed, his legs weak from a lack of use. He grips his cane tightly. Whether Claire likes it or not, he plans to go to the wedding*

Claire: *is quite surprised when she comes back into the room and finds Harry standing, but she is also quite displeased* Harry, I really don't think you're up for this as you are now...

Harry: And who says? You? I just want to go see the wedding. Can't I just go see the wedding? I'm not... I'm not that bad. Not today...

Claire: *steps up to him and puts her hand on his forehead* ...Your temperature hasn't changed, Harry... I don't want to risk you getting worse because of this, I know Sam wouldn't want you to.

Harry: *he suddenly gives Claire a very serious look. A look that showed his apparent lucidity. In this moment, he looks like he looked before, back before his Alzheimer's ever took hold* I don't care, Claire. I want to see our son get married. I'm not letting a goddamned fever stop me. >:(

Claire: *stares at him in a moment of brief shock. She knew in that moment, that he was completely aware of what he wanted to do--and she couldn't say no. she nods* ...Alright. If... If that's what you want. I won't stop you.

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Sam: *he shows Sarah his hand - more specifically, he shows her where the pinky finger is missing, still bleeding*

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Blood Puppet: I'm not going to kill you, Celine. It wasn't your fault that the Lieutenant got away. It's Ms. Huntings's fault.

Sarah: *mutters a "good god" under her breath, and runs into the bathroom to grab bandages and the like. she quickly returns* You should probably sit down... D;

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Celine: *relaxes, but only slightly--Blood Puppet was unpredictable. He could change his mind any moment now* ...She came out of nowhere...

Sam: <:/ *he sits down in a chair - he is rather tired of sitting down*

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Blood Puppet: I know. That's why I'm not blaming you.

Sarah: *pulls up another chair, very gently takes his hand, and proceeds to clean the stump, applying some pressure to it to try to stop the bleeding* I'm sorry if this hurts...

Celine: *still doubting his decision, she slowly stands up, her eyes never leaving his (or rather, where they WOULD be)* ...So what will we do now?

Sam: *he bites his bottom lip HARD, trying to hold in his cries of misery and pain - it leaks out as a tiny whimpering*

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Blood Puppet: ... We wait. Again.

Sarah: *gives Sam an apologetic look--she HAD to do this to get the stump to stop bleeding...*

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Celine: ... *(So maybe he isn't really going to kill me.)* ...Again.

Sam: *swears under his breath*

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Blood Puppet: Indeed. *checks his sword for blood

Sarah: Sorry... *lifts the gauze slightly to check and see if it had stopped bleeding--she sighs in relief when she sees it has. throwing out the bloody gauze, she picks up a clean piece and wraps it around the stump, wrapping it tightly with surgical tape* ...We should probably go to the hospital tomorrow and get that looked at...

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Celine: ... *walks across the room to pick up the used needle--it wasn't going to be of any use anymore. she throws it out with a sigh, briefly lamenting yet another failed grab at power*

Sam: M'kay... c-can't believe he just cut it off... just like THAT... a-and I still feel like it's THERE...

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Blood Puppet: *he cleans the sword with a rag until all the blood is off the blade*

Sarah: *holds his hand in both of hers, rubbing the back of it with her thumb. her hatred of Blood Puppet and Celine was quite obvious in the way she glared at the spot where his finger SHOULD be* ..They both deserve to rot in jail...

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Celine: *looks back at him* ...How did you end up using a sword?

Sam: *he is taken aback by the pure fury he finds in her eyes, and answers her quietly* ... I know...

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Blood Puppet: ... I took fencing classes in Britain when I was younger. I liked the way the sword felt in my hand. After I was cured, I found that using a sword - specifically one meant to SLICE flesh - was especially good to fit my new uncontrollable NEED... a gun... the powder that comes off the bullet... it only taints the meat. The same with poison.

Sarah: *continues to rub the back of his hand, still glaring* ...We know where they ARE... why don't we just go get them...

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Celine: Ah... I see.

Sam: ... Because that's reckless. And therefore dangerous. You know how Blood Puppet is - we could go running in and receive a flying hatchet to our faces. The guy's unpredictable, and now that he has HELP, he's even harder to deal with...

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Blood Puppet: What? Would you have rather heard some sappy made-up story of how a sword once saved my life and we became friends ever since?

Sarah: ...we could take backup... They can't just keep running around doing whatever the hell they want... they KIDNAPPED YOU, Sam...!

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Celine: *snorts* Of course not. I was, in fact, quite interested by your story.

Sam: Well it's not like I'm getting any backup if the soldiers are still trying to murder me with their picket signs. I've been trying to get the soldiers' salary back to normal, but it's just... a lot of signing papers and writing long paragraphs for these guys - because no, I can't raise everyone's salary at once, I need to do it all PER SOLDIER!

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Blood Puppet: A first.

Sarah: *remains silent. Sam was right, there really was nothing they could do about them now...* ... maybe we should try getting some sleep...

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Celine: Oh? No one else thought the same?

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Sam: *he watches all of this with wide eyes, begging whatever force may exist and control their lives to let Sarah win this struggle she's engaged in with Celine*

Sarah: *pulls her arm back, pulling Celine off-balance, and punches at her face*

Celine: !! *is punched, and stumbles back, dropping the needle* D:!!

Sarah: !! *goes for the needle*

Celine: *also makes a grab at the needle*

Sam: *struggles as he watches, fearful for Sarah's life - and what will happen once Blood Puppet gets back?* D8>

Sarah: *can see that Celine's going to reach it first--so she ignores the needle for now, and just slams herself into the other woman*

Celine: *was within reach of the needle when Sarah suddenly knocks into her, throwing her off balance once again--frustrated, she shoves back*

Sarah: *did not expect this--she ends up on the ground, flat on her back* !!??

Celine: *holds her down, grabbing her neck in an attempt to choke her* D:<

Sam: *he panics, and hates that can't do anything - not ANYTHING! NO, HE CAN'T LOSE SARAH! NOT NOW! NOW NOW!!* SARAH!! D8>

Sarah: *is very much unable to breathe, and she tries to shove Celine off--but out of the corner of her eye, she sees the needle on the ground. in a last-ditch attempt to save herself, she grabs the needle, and stabs at Celine's arm*

Celine: !!!!!!! *doesn't move fast enough, and has the full contents of the needle injected into her bloodstream--after a moment of struggling, she collapses, unconscious*

Sarah: *gasps for breath, shoving Celine off her, still in shock from the close call* D8 ...

Sam: *is completely relieved* Oh g - oh thank god - S-Sarah, untie me, quick! Blood Puppet could come back at any second!

Sarah: *shakes off her shock, and picks up the gun as she hurries over to Sam, setting it down on the dentist's table so she can work on undoing the straps. she is shocked when she sees his finger* Oh god--D-Did HE do that to you!?

Sam: Yeah, well, no time to talk about that - we need to go NOW! D:

Sarah: *not INCREDIBLY angry at both Celine and Blood Puppet, she frees Sam from his restraints, and hands him the gun* I'm pretty sure you're a better shot than I am. D:

Sam: No, keep it - I still have mine. D:

Blood Puppet: *comes in* Wha - ??

Sam: !!! *picks up Celine and throws her at Blood Puppet*

Blood Puppet: !!?? *catches her*

Sam: RUN!! *does so*

Celine: *is completely unconscious*

Sarah: *RUNS, headed for the window, climbing out after Sam, and immediately climbing up onto the roof* Come on! D:>

Sam: *climbs up onto the roof with Sarah - not used to having only nine fingers, his climbing is a bit slower* D8

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Blood Puppet: *doesn't chase them, oh no. He feels that chasing them will make the game less fun - and OH how he loves this game. He holds Celine, not knowing what to do with her* ...

Sarah: *helps Sam up onto the roof, then flees back into the city with him, constantly looking back to make sure they weren't being followed*

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Celine: *is unconscious*

Sam: *runs with her - by the time they reach the apartment. he's panting, exhausted*

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Blood Puppet: *sits Celine down on the floor against a wall, waiting for her to wake up*

Sarah: *has to lean against a wall to catch her breath (which says something about how damn FAST they ran)* Oh god... how... how did we get out of that...?

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Celine: *takes a while for the drug to get out of her system, but when it finally does, she starts groggily waking up* Mnh... what...?

Sam: *huffing, shaking his head* I... I dunno... luck...?

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Blood Puppet: You've failed me.

Sarah: Huff... must've been... guh... hey... hey, let me see your hand... D:>

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Celine: ...?? *blinks awake, and looks around. when she sees that Sam is missing, her confused expression turns into one of terror--Sam had gotten away, after she had been specifically told NOT to allow that to happen* ... D8

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Sam: *through his teeth* You fracking dog...

Blood Puppet: That's very rude, Lieutenant.

Sam: I DON'T GIVE A SINGLE FLIPPING frack ABOUT HOW GODDAMN "RUDE" I'M BEING!! DDDD8<

Celine: *frowns. she probably did deserve the insult, but she isn't about to feel sorry for what she's done* You're not in a good position to be acting rude, Sam.

Sam: *snarling at her* Let me out of the fracking chair...

Blood Puppet: You shouldn't just go demanding her like that all willy nilly. *gets out his sword*

Celine: I wouldn't get on his bad side, Lieutenant... It will only result in more pain for you. You're at OUR mercy now.

Sam: *growls at her, not saying a word*

Blood Puppet: Lieutenant, don't fret so very much - you won't be able to relax those muscles of yours, and you'll probably toughen up.

Celine: *smirks. asking him not to fret would be like asking a shark to not hunt. she knew it wasn't going to happen.*

Sam: *he fights against the restraints, but the restraints simply won't budge* ... And you're planning to eat me? D:<

Blood Puppet: Of course. But slowly. Shall we start? I believe we should start. *grabs Sam's hand*

Sam: !!! W-WAIT! D8

Blood Puppet: Yes?

Sam: D-Don't you realize what you'll cause if you kill me??

Blood Puppet: Chaos, disorder, confusion... I still want to eat you.

Celine: *watches silently* ...

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Sarah: *starts to worry--it wasn't like Sam to be this late... he would have called her to let her know if something had come up* ...

Sam: *he glares at Blood Puppet, thinking of ways to kill him in his head. Also in his head, he is in a state of panic, especially because of how hard Blood Puppet was squeezing his hand* ...

Blood Puppet: *suddenly, quickly, he uses the tip of his blade and slams it downwards on Sam's pinky finger, cutting it off like a guillotine*

Sam: *he cries out from the immense pain, staring in horror at his now-three-fingered hand - and dear god the BLOOD - the blood is getting EVERYWHERE! And his finger! GONE! It's GONE, just like that! He still feels like it's there, though, the moment rather surreal for him. He's speechless, other than his sounds from the immense pain*

Blood Puppet: *speaks over Sam's cries and hissings of agony* A good way to taste-test your meat first. *he puts the finger on the inside of his coat pocket* I just need to steal the right spices... maybe get a barbecue sauce. Ah... it sounds so very good already... *he slides his katana across Sam's left cheek, pressing the blade against it so he can at least break skin and make him bleed* ... I'm going out now. You be a good boy. *to Celine* Watch him. Make sure he doesn't do anything... silly. *he then leaves the Dentist's Office*

Celine: Y-Yes, Blood Puppet. *had tried to keep her face neutral throughout the whole event, but Sam's screams of pain had caused her to wince, if at least just slightly* ...

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Sarah: *only grows more and more worried as the minutes go by, and it soon feels like it's turning to paranoia--something HAPPENED. Something went wrong, and now Sam's missing... and she could only come up with two reason why. Both of which she hated with a passion. She knew where Sam hid his weapons--she finds them, and takes one (hopefully she wouldn't need any more), and hides it in her coat as she leaves out her window--it was faster than climbing down the stairs, anyway, and she wasn't about to waste time--if they had Sam, she was going to make them pay*

Sam: *he tries to stifle his cries and moans - tries, and only half-succeeds, letting out a tiny whimper every minute or so. He shakes, in pain, feeling nothing but pain and discomfort as he watches his blood leak from where his finger once was*

Celine: *briefly wonders if she should bandage that, but pushes the thought aside as she realizes that Blood Puppet would probably not like that. she crosses her arms and looks away from Sam, waiting for Blood Puppet to come back*

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Sarah: *dashes across the rooftops, running as fast as she can. She fervently prayed that they hadn't killed him yet... she heads in the direction of the dentist's office she and Sam found a while ago, not really caring whether Blood Puppet was there or not*

Sam: *he glares at Celine - surely she has a shred of human compassion somewhere inside all that ilk. How could she just stand idly by while Blood Puppet mutilated him??*

Celine: ... *ends up looking back at him, and locks eyes with him* ...Don't think I enjoyed watching that.

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Sarah: *arrives on the roof of the building, and hops down to try looking in through a window--unfortunately, they were all blocked or shaded somehow. She was going to have to go in blind. she looks for the window they climbed in through last time*

Sam: *he winces in pain from the sudden throbbing in his hand - the blood still gushes out of the open wound, making the room smell strongly of iron* ... Then why didn't you stop him?

Celine: *wrinkles her nose a bit at the smell* We both want you out of the way. My method would have been a lot quieter, but keeping Blood Puppet happy is rather important.

Sarah: *drops in through the window, making sure to land quietly. she can hear voices a bit farther down, and she pulls out the gun, sneaking down the halls to the room with the chair*

Sam: ... Because he'll kill you if you don't? *he catches Sarah there out of the corner of his eye, but says nothing, making sure Sarah still kept the element of surprise*

Celine: Precisely--!?

Sarah: *hadn't noticed a can of SOMETHING on the floor in front of her, and she accidentally kicks it, bumping it into the wall* D:!!

Celine: *grabs a scalpel off the dentist's table, along with a full needle of the sedative, and turns to face Sarah* Well well well. Looks like the cavalry's finally arrived.

Sarah: *points the gun at Celine* I swear to god, if you don't move RIGHT NOW, I will shoot you.

Sam: Sarah...! D8> *he struggles against the restraints again, desperately trying to break free so he can help*

Celine: Will you? I don't think you have the guts.

Sarah: Oh, I think I hate you enough to do it, you dog.

Celine: *smirks, then suddenly throws the scalpel at Sarah*

Sarah: !!! *steps to one side to dodge it*

Celine: *moves surprisingly fast--she's in front of Sarah in a second, grabbing her wrist and twisting it*

Sarah: !!? *automatically lets go of the gun, and it falls to the floor with a clatter* D:<!!

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Sam: *he smiles softly at her, warmly. He nuzzles her without a word, closing his eyes when he does so, relaxed*

Sarah: *nuzzles him back, softly kissing his cheek, his neck, his lips, still stroking his cheek, loving him. No words were necessary*

Sam: *kisses her back wherever he can. Touches her. Holds her. And then he lies his head down, feeling tired from the long day*

Sarah: *lays her head down on his shoulder, closing her eyes, sighing happily. Today had been a good day...*

Sam: *he closes his eyes, rubbing Sarah's back until he falls asleep*

Sarah: *falls asleep with a smile, hoping tomorrow will be just as good (if not better)*

Monday, 9:04pm

Sam: *drives home from work, having been trying to get the soldiers' salary back to normal so the soldiers can finally stop protesting. It has been a long day for him, having been jumping through all sorts of hoops*

Blood Puppet: *waits*

Celine: *waits in the alleyway, needle in hand* ...

Blood Puppet: *waves at Sam when he drives by*

Sam: !!!??? *quickly parks the motorcycle (nearly flinging it to the ground as he gets off) and runs at Blood Puppet, pulling out his guns and pointing them at the masked man* DON'T frackING MOVE, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!! D8<

Bloo Puppet: Oh dear. Whatever shall I do.

Celine: *comes out from behind Sam, and jabs the needle into his neck, inserting all the contents into his system* Night-night, Lieutenant.

Sam: !!! N-NO...!! *he sways, quickly becoming overcome with dizziness* N... no... *he blacks out from the massive amount of the drug in his system*

Blood Puppet: *catches him and flings Sam over his shoulder, carrying him like that* Back to the hideout, then. *quickly travels with Celine to the Dentist's Office*

Celine: *constantly looks over her shoulder, making sure no one's seen them. she only relaxes when they are safe in their hideout* ...

Blood Puppet: *sets Sam down in the dentist's chair, strapping his down rather tightly. He plays with the dentist equipment on the little table to the side of the chair* How very excellent to finally have him here, Ms. Gris... *takes off Sam's hat and puts it aside* There... now I can see the Lieutenant's face better.

Sam: *still completely passed out*

Celine: ... Would you like me to leave?

Blood Puppet: No... I think it's best that you watched - to educate yourself. It's a beautiful thing, really...

Sam: *groans*

Blood Puppet: Ah... he'll be waking up soon... excellent.

Celine: *knowing what he intends to do with Sam, she is confused by how pleased his reaction was* You want him awake? D:/

Blood Puppet: Of course. It's no fun unless they can really feel the agony. They can really SEE what I do...

Sam: mnn...? *wakes up* !!! B-BLOOD PUPPET!! YOU - CELINE! D8<

Celine: Mmh. Hello, Lieutenant.

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Sam: *grins at her* I'll keep that in mind. *he then enters the bathroom and showers*

Sarah: *doesn't move from there, actually quite comfortable. she stares at the ceiling, smiling as she thinks about how nice the day went*

Sam: *he finishes up showering then climbs into bed with Sarah* Mmm... this is nice and cozy...

Sarah: Mhmmm~ quite nice. X) *rolls over so she's halfway on top of him, and nuzzles him, lightly kissing his cheek*

Sam: *nuzzles her back, kissing her neck in return* Haha... and this is different from anyone else's relationship... silly kids...

Sarah: Yeah... they were so excited to talk to you, though. It's like you were some kind of celebrity or superhero or something.

Sam: ... You know, with all that shoot with the soldiers and the accusations of me cracking, I'd say that really helped boost my self-esteem. XP

Sarah: *grins* That's good. Self confidence boosts are always a plus. *nuzzles him* <3

Sam: Oh yes, now I feel less like a punching bag ~ <3 *nuzzles her*

Sarah: Aww... you know you're awesome enough to make everyone ELSE a punching bag. <3

Sam: Aww... that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a while ~ <3

Sarah: *laughs a bit at this, and nuzzles into his shoulder, kissing his collarbone* Can I continue on to say that you're the most amazing guy I've ever met and that I'm glad to be marrying you?

Sam: Okay, THAT'S the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. <3 *he kisses her*

Sarah: *grins, kissing him back, moving a hand up to his face* <3 <3

Sam: *continues to kiss Sarah back, happy to be with her*

Sarah: *deepens the kiss, running her hand through his hair, enjoying her time with him*

Sam: *he too deepens the kiss, enjoying his time with her, enjoying how warm and fuzzy he feels with her*

Sarah: *very much enjoys her time with him, kissing him, touching him lovingly, her hand still entangled in his hair*

Sam: *he rubs her back as he kisses her, locked in an exchange of passion, not even realizing how quickly time seems to pass*

Sarah: *briefly breaks the kiss to catch her breath. She smiles down at Sam, panting quietly, stroking his cheek lovingly* <3

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Mitch: Yes. D:

Sam: It's saturday! There. That's our reason. :P

Kevin: Just 'cus... it's saturday...?

Teen 3: :/

Sarah: We're allowed to enjoy our weekend too. :P

Teen 4: ...huh.

Sam: Speaking of enjoying our Saturday, I think we've stayed in this pool for quite a long time. Wanna go, Sarah? :P

Teens: Aww! D:

Sarah: Sorry guys, but we have lives too, you know. :P

Teen 4: :/

Sam: So is that a yes? XD;

Teens: XC *go back to chattering among themselves*

Sarah: That was totally a yes. :P *lazily swims back to the other side of the pool, and climbs out. shivering, she grabs one of the pool towels and starts drying herself off* DX

Sam: *exits the pool as well, immediately going for a towel and drying himself off, just like Sarah* J-Jeez, I f-forgot how c-cold it c-can be outside a p-pool! DX

Sarah: Y-Yeah. DX *as soon as she's as dry as possible, she puts her hoodie and pants back on* Brr.

Sam: *puts his oversized t-shirt back on* Guh... you know what? under the covers of a bed sounds REALLY good right about now... DX

Sarah: let's run back, then, before it gets any colder. D;

*and so they scurry home as quickly as possible to avoid freezing to death*

In the Apartment

Sam: *dives under the covers of the bed* ... This is better ~ <3

Sarah: Saaaaam, your shorts are still weeeeet. XP *goes into the bathroom to take her swimming clothes off*

Sam: I don't care - this is still better. <3

Sarah: *from the bathroom* You're gonna get the bed all wet. XP I'munna take a shower. I do not like smelling like chlorine. *goes to do so*

Sam: And while you're in the shower I'll but some pajama pants on. :P

Sarah: Good! *turns on the shower*

Sam: *waits for Sarah to enter the shower before changing into some nightwear* Better... DX

Sarah: *showers for a bit, then comes back out in the hoodie and sweatpants, her hair still damp* Muuuuch better.

Sam: I'll go shower, now - I feel kinda gross. XD;

Sarah: Aha. I told you. *flops onto the bed* I'll wait riiight here.

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