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Sam: *keeps Sarah still in the snow, his arms tightly bound around her, slightly shaken and completely out of breath, panting out his words* G... got... you...

Sarah: *her shock quickly turns back to anger, and she futilely tries to free herself from Sam's grip* Y-you... you IDIOT...! we could have DIED!!

Sam: But we didn't, right? *quieter* ... You ran away...

Sarah: I really didn't want to talk to you at the moment.

Sam: ... You can't just run away from your problems, Sarah...

Sarah: ... *looks away from him*

Sam: *uses his fingers to push her head back facing him, then gently kisses her*

Sarah: ...!! *tries her very hardest not to kiss him back, but it was proving increasingly difficult, seeing as she really wanted to... but no, she was still mad at him, they couldn't be together, this COULDN'T HAPPEN*

Sam: *He breaks the kiss, staring at her in silence for the longest time before finally speaking again* ... I love you, Sarah...

Sarah: *blinks at him in surprise--yes, she had been able to tell from what he said and did while he was drugged, but... she hadn't expected to get a full-blown CONFESSION--but no, no, she couldn't. She looks away from him again* Sam, I can't...

Sam: Yes you CAN, Sarah... I can treat you better than those other guys - you've KNOWN me longer... there's nothing to be afraid of...

Sarah: *seems to ignore the last bit* They've all said the same thing...

Sam: ... And how many guys have you actually grown up with?

Sarah: *(Just one.)* Mnn...

Sam: ... Just... think about it... *he stands up and offers her his hand* ... for me?

Sarah: ... *stares at him for a moment. she couldn't... she nods, and takes his hand* Okay. *instead of pulling herself up, she pulls Sam back down towards her*

Sam: Aah! D8 *falls back into the snow next to Sarah* Wh-why'd you do that? D8

Sarah: So I could give you an answer. *puts a hand on the back of his head and pulls him towards her, kissing him*

Sam: *he's completely taken by surprise, but soon does kiss back, his heart fluttering, warmth filling his body*

Sarah: *wraps her other arm around him, holding him close to her, still kissing him--the relief felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her chest, and she berated herself for refusing to give in sooner... but, that was already in the past--now, there was only them*

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Sam: Definitively better than stabbed, I can tell you that. :P *he enters the apartment and sits down on the couch* So, Sarah... uh... I've gotta talk to you about something.

Sarah: *picks up the motorcycle keys from the counter* Oh? *walks over to him, and holds the keys out to him* What about?

Sam: *he takes the keys* Thanks... uh... I... remember a few things, Sarah. A few very important things.

Sarah: *a tiny hint of worry appears in her expression* ...What kind of things?

Sam: Well... well, while I was drugged by Mister Smiles's gang, you... you told me a lot about how you really felt... about your father... about me...

Sarah: *her eyes widen in surprise, and her face flushes in embarrassment* Y-Y-You HEARD all of that...?! I thought you--but you didn't even SAY anything, why didn't you say something!?? D///8>

Sam: Well, I couldn't really say anything at that time - but I also wanted to know how you really felt about everything.

Sarah: *is visibly upset--she hadn't WANTED him to know any of that, she just needed to get it off her chest...!* And you just let me TALK?? I didn't mean for you to hear ANY of that!!

Sam: Sarah, hey, it's not like I think of you any differently - but sometimes you keep certain things locked away, and well, I was curious...

Sarah: *puts a hand on her head as if she had a headache, angrily muttering to herself* youcouldn'tjustkeepyourmouthshut, NO, youhadtogoandspillEVERYTHINGthinkinghewouldn'thearyou, stupidstupidSTUPID...!

Sam: ... Would this be a bad time to mention that I remember bits and pieces from after I went through surgery at the hospital? D:>

Sarah: !!? *looks up, almost looking panicked* YES, it would be a VERY bad time!!

Sam: *he looks away - he can't look at her anymore* S-Sarah, it's not anything to be ashamed of... I-I mean, I feel... well, about all this... uh...

Sarah: *is furious. Now that he wasn't looking at her, she takes the opportunity to leave the room--not through the door, but through the window, completely ignoring the blowing snow outside. She hops down to a lower building and runs, figuring that Sam wouldn't follow*

Sam: *when he feels a gust of wind hit his face, he looks to find the window open and Sarah gone. Figuring that she must have ran away, Sam immediately hops out the window after her and gives chase*

Sarah: *almost freezes in surprise when she hears footsteps behind her, but she doesn't turn around. She keeps running, not wanting to even LOOK at him anymore*

Sam: *he chases her on the rooftops, jumping when she jumps, never slowing down, never letting up - he couldn't let her just run away*

Sarah: *tries running faster, but she was already tired and sore from work--but she keeps running, pushing herself harder. she didn't want to talk to him, didn't he GET THAT?*

Sam: *manages to catch up to Sarah, barreling into her off the roof. They fell* !!!

Sarah: *panics during that brief moment they were in the air, but it quickly (and briefly) turns to surprise and relief when they don't hit the ground--they had fallen into a huge snow drift between the two buildings*

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Sam: You keep looking back, Sarah, and you won't see what's in front of you. >:/

Sarah: *goes quiet, simply staring at him* ......

Sam: What? It's TRUE! What's with the silence?? D:/

Sarah: ... *looks down, almost like a scolded child* you didn't have to say it like THAT...

Sam: ... I'm sorry, Sarah, I didn't think that would upset you... D:>

Sarah: Well, it did... *She was right... whether he had meant it or not, he's already hurt her--and they weren't even in a relationship yet! She was better off without him* ...

Sam: ... I'm sorry... <:( I just get kinda, I dunno... well, you know how I am...

Sarah: ...I know. I've known since we were KIDS. *sighs, and stands up*

Sam: Sarah... please... please don't be mad at me... D:>

Sarah: I'm not... <:/ but I have to go. Get better soon, alright?

Sam: Uh... yeah... alright. <:/

Sarah: *turns to leave* Oh--I parked your bike by my apartment, just drop by whenever to pick it up. Figured it'd be better than leaving it in the hospital parking lot.

Sam: Uh... okay then... as soon as I get out of this bed...

Sarah: I know. Again, just drop by whenever. Bye... <:/ *leaves the room*

Sam: ... *when she leaves, he sighs and stares at the ceiling. WHAT a screw up he had preformed*

*two days later, the day Sam was discharged from the hospital*

Sarah: *hadn't been able to visit Sam, as she had to help her mother with things regarding the trial and her father's funeral and return to work. She's sitting on her couch in her apartment, after a particularly tiring day, wondering when Sam would come for his bike*

Sam: *he comes over, knocking on the apartment's door. He decides it would be best if he revealed to her that he had remembered what she told him... that maybe, by telling her how it made him feel, perhaps she would think differently of him*

Sarah: Speak of the devil... *gets up from the couch and goes over to the door, looking through the peephole (Better safe than sorry) and opening the door when she confirms it's him* Hey. Wanna come in, or...?

Sam: Sure, I'll come in... always nice to visit a friend - I can't just take my bike and go without talking a little to you. <:)

Sarah: *a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth* Alright. *steps aside to let him in* So, how're you feeling?

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Sam: Oh, I'm doing much better... I mean, I still hurt, but I bet I'll be able to get out of here soon...

Sarah: That's good to hear... :) Are you still gonna be watching my apartment for bad guys? :P

Sam: I gotta... especially with Blood Puppet AND Mister Smiles's thugs out there... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you... I'd just blame myself.

Sarah: *pulls up the chair and sits down* It wouldn't be your fault, you wouldn't have to take the blame. :/

Sam: It would have been my fault because I would have failed to protect you...

Sarah: I've already told you, I can take care of myself...

Sam: Really? You can take on a group of thugs or a serial killer or BOTH at the SAME TIME with little to no experience fighting them? >:/

Sarah: What are the odds that they'll all show up at once...? D:/ and I don't have to take them on, you know I can run. You worry too much sometimes, you know? <:/

Sam: A-am I not allowed to worry for your safety?? D8>

Sarah: N-Not THAT much! D: Jeez, Sam, no need to freak about about it... D:>

Sam: Then just... DON'T say things like that - that whole "I can take care of myself" thing, because the truth is, Sarah, those are KILLERS and you're just a stunt actor - they would RIP YOU IN HALF.

Sarah: *goes quiet. she hated to admit it, but he was right* ...I'm just... still used to it being the other way around. *gives him a sad smile* Remember when I had to protect you instead?

Sam: *he sighs, smiling a little* ... Yeah... I do...

Sarah: ...I kinda wish it was still like that.

Sam: Well, you still are, in a way... you helped me to the hospital when Blood Puppet stabbed me, right? And before that, you let me stay in your apartment when I was all drugged.

Sarah: That I did... It was just simpler back then. The most we had to worry about was a bunch of stupid kids being... stupid. No psycho-murderers or drug lords...

Sam: Well, our enemies got bigger, so WE'VE gotta get bigger, Sarah - we need to grow up and face much bigger problems - ENOUGH of this WISHING to go back in time, we're in the NOW, and that's that!

Sarah: *blinks at him in surprise--she hadn't expected him to feel so strongly about this. He was right, of course, but...* ...I know that, Sam. I got punched in the ribs by a goddamn Charger, of COURSE I know...

Sam: Th-then why... why do you have to think BACK, and be so CHILDISH sometimes?? D:>

Sarah: *takes slight offense to this* Why not? Yeah, we might not be kids anymore, but that doesn't mean we're not allowed to look back.

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Soldier: The one who murdered Rykes also painted on the walls with his blood...

Sam: ... What did he paint?

Soldier: ... *he shows Sam one of the pictures - on the wall, in blood, it said "A GAME, LIEUTENANT, A FUN GAME THIS IS"*

Sam: *his nose scrunches in disgust* He's sick.

Soldier: You know who did it?

Sam: Walter Hobbes; Blood Puppet.

Sarah: *couldn't help but listen in--she knew Blood Puppet was a force to be reckoned with, but THIS...?* ...

Sam: He was able to get into my room tonight - Hobbes has a lot of ability and the insanity to make him as dangerous as a nuke. We NEED to take him down.

Soldier: Wait - wait, he BROKE INTO your ROOM??

Sam: That's why there's a security guard out there.

Sarah: *is shocked by this bit of new. she glances to the side--she hadn't even noticed the guard* D: ...

Soldier: What do you want to do about this, sir?

Sam: I need more soldiers patrolling the streets - LOTS more. If you manage to spot him - ANY of you, you have my permission to shoot at him.

Soldier: Yes sir.

Sam: Go.

Soldier: *nods and leaves*

Sarah: *steps aside and tries to look inconspicuous when the soldier leaves, then enters the room when the coast is clear* Hey, Sam... :)

Sam: Hey... *he remembers bits and pieces of yesterday, and his voice becomes quieter* ...Sarah...

Sarah: *notices this, but doesn't suspect a thing* Hey... I heard about um, last night... I'm glad he didn't hurt you. D:>

Sam: *catches himself staring at her for a while, and speaks* Y-yeah, yes, he, uh... thanks for the concern.

Sarah: <:/ ... *walks up to the bed* Oh uh, mom said they postponed the trial. Not exactly sure why, but she was really upset about it... heck, I'M upset about it...

Sam: The trial's still gonna happen though, Sarah... don't worry about it. <:/

Sarah: I know, I'd just... much rather have it happen sooner than later...

Sam: Hey... you can wait a LITTLE longer, alright? <:/

Sarah: I'm gonna have to, so... *sigh* I guess I can. <:/

Sam: Good. Now then... uh... yesterday. I can't remember a thing. What happened?

Sarah: *looks a bit relieved* Nothing much, really... You said some funny stuff, but other than that... ^^;

Sam: *he can't help but smile from this. All that stuff - the stuff he COULD remember, Sarah was trying to keep a secret from him... so maybe she DID like him...*

Sarah: *notices that smile--and immediately worries. Does he know something she doesn't?* ...So, um... How are you feeling? Better? Does it still hurt, or...?

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Sam: *he too felt a warmth - in his fuzzy mind, in his heart, all around him. A warmth. He feels happy, and that aching in his abdomen disappears*

Sarah: *stays there for a long while, losing track of time.. but eventually--* ...I can't stay, Sam. I don't want to get hurt again...

Sam: ... I wouldn't hurt you, Sarah... I haven't before... and I wouldn't now...yer m'friend...

Sarah: *lets out a quiet sigh* That's what they all say... next thing you know, they leave you with a broken heart.

Sam: ... But I've known y'all m'life... an'... you know me... an'I'd never hurt you...

Sarah: *leans in and kisses his forehead, and whispers* Better safe than sorry, Sam... *pulls away, standing up from the chair* I have to go... I promise I'll visit again soon...

Sam: *stares at her, his expression sad* ... m'kay... bye, Sarah...

Sarah: ...Bye, Sam. *leaves the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. she was... sad. and she was sorry she had to leave him like that, but... she didn't want to get hurt. Not again... And certainly not by him. He didn't deserve to be on the same list as the others... she heads down the hall, out of the hospital, and shivers when she gets outside--the wind was starting to pick up, and she had tossed out her coat. She goes to where she parked Sam's motorcycle (I'm sure he won't mind me borrowing it...) and revs it up, speeding down the road back to her apartment, still wondering if she should try...*

Sam: *he watches her leave, sad, lonely, the world still blurred to him. He soon goes back to sleep, forgetting what had happened. Forgetting everything*

MIDNIGHT

Blood Puppet: *manages to sneak into the hospital, into Sam's room. He looks over the sleeping Lieutenant for a while before leaning in and whispering harshly into Sam's ear* Get well soon, Lieutenant Gatzsky - you'll need your strength if we want to keep playing our game...

Sam: *he wakes up from this, dazed, confused, and almost screams at the sight of Blood Puppet, had the masked man not put his hand over his mouth*

Blood Puppet: Ssshhh... don't worry... killing you now is poor sportsmanship... think of this as a warning. A head start. *he backs off, then unplugs the wires from the heart monitor, making it scream its high-pitched scream. He then opens the window and jumps out of it*

A nurse: *hurries into the room, almost panicked, having heard the loud noise from the monitor. It took a few moments to find the source of the problem, and another few to hook the machine back up*

Sam: *stares at the nurse, truly terrified of what had happened. He was completely defenseless in bed, and Blood Puppet decided not to kill him - all for a sick little GAME*

Nurse: *sees his terrified expression and becomes even MORE concerned* Mr. Gatzsky, what happened? D:>

Sam: *quietly* ... a-an enemy f'mine... h-he came in, and...

Nurse: how did...? *notices the open widow. he goes over to it and shuts it* ...gonna have to step up security abit...

Sam: *watches the nurse close the window and shudders, feeling ten years old again*

Nurse: *goes back to Sam* Don't worry, Mr. Gatzsky, you'll be safe now. Go back to sleep. <:/

Sam: *he looks at the nurse. Sleep? SLEEP?? After a psycho in a mask broke into his room?? Hah. An impossible feat*

Nurse: ... I'll post a security guard outside your room, okay? <:/ *leaves the room*

Sam: *for the rest of the night, he lies awake in bed, terrified*

The Next Morning

Soldier: *he enters Sam's room, gruesome pictures in hand* Sir?

Sam: *exhausted in bed, though more coherent than yesterday* Mm...?

Soldier: Uh... s-something happened... to, er, one of the prisoners in the prison, Rykes, he... he was killed in his own cell...

Sam: Killed...??

Sarah: *was about to come in the room, but seeing that someone else was already there, she stops at the door* ...

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Sam: ... Sarah... c'mere, please...

Sarah: Umm... I'm right here, Sam. :/

Sam: No... I mean closer... t'me...

Sarah: Oh. Umm... okay. *leans in closer to him* Like this...?

Sam: *he smiles a little* No, no... closer...

Sarah: ... *Figures it couldn't hurt--he wouldn't remember any of this anyway. she leans in closer, her face only a few inches away from his* ...Like his?

Sam: *his quiet mumble gets quieter* ... yeah... *he moves his hand to the side of her face, looking into her eyes*

Sarah: *puts her hand over his, and stares right back. She responds just as quietly* ...okay.

Sam: *he rubs her cheek with his thumb, smiling, staring into her eyes*

Sarah: *smiles back, face still a bit red, though she doesn't mind their proximity. She shouldn't be letting herself get THIS attached to him... but she just couldn't help it*

Sam: *still smiling, rubbing her cheek* ... I'm not gonna remember any of this, am I...?

Sarah: I don't think you will... *her smile fades* ...I wouldn't do this if I knew you'd remember...

Sam: ... this is still nice... it's nice to be with you like this...

Sarah: *a hint of a smile returns to her expression* ...I agree.

Sam: ... Sarah... d'you like me at all...?

Sarah: ... *gives him a small nod, and speaks quietly* I wouldn't still be here if I didn't...

Me: I say he remembers. at least a little bit. just so he has more leverage later. :3

Sam: ... I mean... more than friends...

Me: Yus. :3

Sarah: I know what you meant... and the answer's still the same.

Sam: *he gives her a wide smile*

Me: I g2g to beeeed. D:

Sarah: *laughs a little, and leans in even closer, holding her forehead against his, noses touching. the light contact made her feel warm...*

Me: awwwww ;___; how long are you staying out there for?

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Sam: Sarah... m'sorry fer askin'this, but... why'd y'stop me from taking down Blood Puppet...? D;

Sarah: ...You were bleeding out, Sam... If I hadn't, you would've died... D:>

Sam: I just... jus'needed t'shoot him... shoot him somewhere that would cripple him... frackin' hell...

Sarah: He was GONE, Sam... And I didn't want to risk you dying... <:/

Sam: *he stares at the ceiling, the slightest hint of anger in his face* ... frackin' hell...

Sarah: ...Sam... *puts her hand on his again* We'll find his some other time, after you recover... now that you know who you're dealing with, we'll have a better chance of finding him...

Sam: Yeah... yeah... *he stares at the ceiling blankly for a minute* ... thank you fer saving me 'gain...

Sarah: No problem... It's my job, remember?

Sam: *he smiles slightly at her* ... I know... *he moves his hand back behind her head, combing his fingers through her hair again*

Sarah: *sighs and lets him, her face reddening a little again* ...does anything hurt?

Sam: *still running his fingers through her hair* ... My abdomen a little... it aches... did he get me there? Can't remember...

Sarah: He did.... with a freakin' KATANA... I didn't even think anyone used those anymore...

Sam: *he stops all motion, remembering what had happened - he remembered hearing himself scream, but everything else had blurred* ...

Sarah: *Notices this, AND his silence* ...It's okay, Sam... He's gone now, you're safe in here...

Sam: ... He's too dangerous to live... I swear I will take Blood Puppet down...

Sarah: ...I'll help you do it, Sam. You can count on that.

Sam: *he's silent again* ... ... Sarah... I don'wan'you t'get hurt...

Sarah: *A bit more forcefully* And I don't want to watch you get hurt again, Sam. I won't let you do this alone.

Sam: ... ... m'kay... *he wasn't sure if it was the drugs in his system, or the fact that he truly believed in Sarah, but either way, he knew she was coming along, and he couldn't stop her*

Sarah: ... *sighs, and leans back in her chair* ...freaking psychos...

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*It was much later, around midnight, that Sarah was allowed to visit Sam, though he wasn't conscious, and wouldn't be for a while*

Sam: *is hooked up to many different machines, just as Todd had been while recovering from his first assassination attempt. He could no longer feel the immense pain coursing through his body - the anesthetics helped with that*

Sarah: ... <:/ *walks up to the bed, extremely relieved. she watches him, silently, part of her wishing he'd wake up just so she could be sure he was okay* ... *takes a chair, and pulls it up next to the bed, sitting down* ...

Sam: *he doesn't react when she sits down next to him. He won't react to anything at the moment. He just lays there, more relaxed than he's ever been in a while*

Sarah: *glances up at all the cables and machines Sam was hooked up to, and vaguely remembers her father being hooked up to similar machines at one point... the day they shot him* ...Guess you won't be waking up for a while, huh...? *pauses, as if waiting for a response, and sighs when there is none. She places her hand on his, being careful not to move it or disturb any iv's* ...I kind of failed at my job today, didn't I? You got hurt, and I just stood right there and watched...

Sam: *remains unconscious while she talked, unaware of her hand placed on his, or what she said*

Sarah: ...I wish you could hear me... heh. Or not. I don't think I'd be able to say any of this if you could... *rubs the back of his hand with her thumb* ... *lets out a sad chuckle, and looks right at him* Oh, Sam, the things you do drive me absolutely crazy sometimes... *looks down at his hand* ...it's making me worried... I don't want it to happen again...

Sam: *he doesn't move, doesn't react, doesn't do anything. He only sleeps - as if that was all it was - a pleasant sleep*

Me: Sarah experimentation go!

Me: lol i know :P

Sarah: *wonders if... maybe she shouldn't... She stands, carefully leaning over him. This was probably a bad idea, but... she leans in and softly kisses him, pulling away after a long moment. she... had expected more. But he wasn't awake, obviously... she thumps back into the chair with a disappointed sigh (Well, that was completely pointless...)*

Sam: *he continues to sleep - if he had been awake, Sarah's kiss would have practically blown his mind. It would have excited him, would have revealed to him how Sarah felt about him... but he wasn't awake. The whole thing, he would never know to have happened*

Sarah: *scoots the chair right up to the bed and leans her arms against it, propping her head up on her arms, waiting...*

THE NEXT MORNING

Sam: *still drugged, not quite all there, but there enough, he slowly wakes up from him long sleep, squinting at how bright the room is, how bright the light is*

Sarah: *had fallen asleep there in the room, arms leaning against the bed, head resting on one hand. Her other hand rested near his, her fingers brushing his. She was fast asleep*

Sam: *is surprised to see her there, but can't help but smile sleepily at her. He moves his hand over to the back of her head and combs his fingers through her hair*

Sarah: mmmh... *shifts around a bit, but doesn't wake up. she smiles in her sleep*

Sam: *he continues running his fingers through her hair, his smile widening when she smiles*

Sarah: *eventually wakes up from this, and looks at him. he smile doesn't waver, but she reddens a bit when she feels what he's doing* Good morning...

Sam: 'morning... Am I, uh... dreaming? I feel weird...

Sarah: I don't think so... *takes his hand off the back of her head and puts it down on the bed before sitting up, and stretching* Ow. You're in the hospital, Sam.

Sam: *lets out a slow, unsure laugh* ...Hospital... that explains why the walls are made of vomit... haha... ahaha...

Sarah: ...? *confused, she quickly glances at a wall (nope, still white). She decides that the anesthetics must be messing with how he perceives things* The walls aren't made of vomit, Sam...

Sam: Oh... well they're pretty damn vomit colored... oh wait, they're white... why were...? Okay... aha... ahaha... I get it... my brain's hella fuzzy right now, I get it... hahaha... *smiles dreamily*

Sarah: *can't help but laugh a little bit at his behavior* Yeah... must be all those anesthetics and stuff they put in you to make it hurt less.

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Rykes: Ghghh... f-fine... FINE...! His real name - i-it's Walter Hobbes... w-we were friends... n-now I help him h-hide bodies... cover up the murders... he's a c-cannibal... an X-WD that wasn't all cured... he ENJOYS the taste of blood and flesh - he is a SLAVE to it, which is why he calls himself Blood Puppet...

Sam: Where can I find him?

Rykes: You c-can't... he doesn't have a home - he wanders... and he never sleeps, s-so he doesn't need to rest... oh god... oh god, don't tell him I said anything, PLEASE...!!

Sam: You don't need to worry about that, Mr. Rykes - you'll be safe behind bars once we send you off to a hospital. Thank you for your help. *he stands up, taking out his phone and calling the local hospital, telling the person on the phone what happened, then hanging up* ... come on, Sarah. *he walks out*

Sarah: *gives Rykes one last glance before hurrying out after Sam, head down, hands in her pockets. She didn't like what she had seen...*

Sam: *walks with Sarah to his motorcycle - it was a bit of a walk, since he wanted to not seem suspicious towards Rykes* Look, Sarah, I know what you saw there wasn't... well, didn't SEEM normal for me, but I swear, this is what I HAVE to do - it's part of my job. <:(

Sarah: Yeah, I get that, it's just... Did you really have to be so... you know...

Sam: Fear is an important thing when I interrogate people. They need a reason to fear me - the criminals, I mean. Otherwise, I'll get nothing out of them. Being violent like that is a way to deal with that.

Sarah: Mnhh... sounds like one of those movies I was in... *sighs* I just never thought I'd see you like this. <:/

Sam: ... Yeah... uh... I tend to keep my professional and social life separate... I'm really sorry you saw that... <:/

Blood Puppet: *jumps from a roof, landing in front of the two of them gracefully. He speaks, and his voice is a sharp hiss, like an angry whisper. He had a distinct British accent* Lieutenant Gatzsky!

Sam: AHH! *he takes out both his guns and points them at Blood Puppet* Y-you're Blood Puppet! You're Walter Hobbes! *quietly to Sarah* Get behind me.

Blood Puppet: In truth, I don't respond to that name anymore. Walter Hobbes... it was my human name. But as you know, Lieutenant, I am no longer human.

Sarah: !! *does as he says without argument--this person was not someone to be underestimated* ...

Sam: "Blood Puppet", we can do this quietly, or I can turn you into swiss cheese. Take your pick.

Blood Puppet: I think I'd like to eat you, Lieutenant.

Sam: Uh-huh. *shoots at Blood Puppet*

Blood Puppet: *in half a second, the masked man draws his katana and swings - a loud high pitched noise is heard, and Sam's bullet falls into the snow*

Sam: ... you... what... what happened? D8

Blood Puppet: I smacked your bullet with my sword.

Sam: D8< *shoots at him four times*

Blood Puppet: *deflects every single bullet*

Sarah: H-Holy shoot... D8

*Sam and Blood Puppet continue to fight - they fight for a while, both of them getting no closer to harming each other*

Blood Puppet: HAHAHA! This is fun! You're fun to fight, Lieutenant - perhaps we should do this more often... ohh, but not now. We've run out of time, I'm afraid.

Sam: *lifts both his guns to shoot at Blood Puppet one more time, when suddenly he feels the killer's blade impale him in the abdomen* NRAAUUUGH!!

Blood Puppet: *he chuckles a little, as if Sam's pain was the funniest thing in the world* Ohh, I'm sorry, Lieutenant... that sounded like it hurt... I'll leave you alone, then... *he withdraws his katana, Sam's blood dripping off the end. Then he runs*

Sam: *clutching where he was stabbed, dazed, in shock, he immediately tries going after Blood Puppet* D8<

Sarah: !! SAM! *grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him back* Are you CRAZY?! You can't go after him, not NOW! D8> W-W-We need to get you to the hospital, NOW!

Sam: *he speaks, and blood dribbles out of his mouth* N-no, we can't we can't let him get away, n-not when we HAVE him...!! *he jerks himself out of Sarah's grip, takes a few uneven steps forward, then falls on his face, unconscious*

Sarah: No no no no... *runs over to him and tries to pick him up* Come on, you can't die on me now... already saved your life once...! *manages to drag him back to his motorcycle, and somehow manages to get him on it before climbing on herself. After making sure he wouldn't fall off, she revs up the engine and shoots off towards the hospital (thank GOD I had to learn how to ride these things for that one movie... Sam, please hang on...!)*

Sam: *he remains unconscious throughout the entire ride to the hospital, bleeding all over Sarah's back*

Sarah: *manages to get Sam to the hospital without dropping Sam, but she could feel the blood seeping through her jacket. Luckily for her, she spots a nurse going into the hospital as she arrives* HEY!! Can you help me?? D8>

Nurse: Oh! Yeah! Yeah, hang on, we'll get him help, I'll tell a doctor - just hold on, alright?? D8 *calls a doctor, and soon, a group of nurses put Sam on a stretcher and whisk him away to the emergency room for surgery*

Sam: *unconscious*

Sarah: *parks the motorcycle (pretty sure he won't want anything to happen to this thing) and rushes into the hospital, shedding her now-bloody coat and dropping it in a trash can outside (pretty sure that stain won't come out...). She hunts down a nurse and asks them about Sam, but is told that he was taken straight to surgery (guess that's a good thing..), so all she could do was wait. Wait, and pray for good news... She didn't know if she could take losing someone else...*

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