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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/13/2017 5:43:34 AM
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Cannon shook his head again, trying to push Bedlam away. The wounded clone was clearly dying.
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Some strange red mist emitted from Bedlam's hand and surrounded the man's injuries, slowly and painfully healing him. Bedlam stood up with a cocky smirk. "Good job, eh?"
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Cannon clenched his fists, obviosly distressed. The clone slowly healed, begining to move more.
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Bedlam then created a metal bo staff out of no where and smashed the guy's leg, shattering it. "And now he won't move."
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The clone screamed and Cannon moved to try and help him, letting out what sounded like a gurgle from within his throat.
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Bedlam backed off, laughing. "I could fix your throat if ya want, y'know?"
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He shook his head, lifting the wounded clone and attempting to walk away, limping heavily. He didn't trust Bedlam worth crap, especially seeing his attitude.
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Bedlam followed. "What? Is it something I said? I helped, didn't I? Come on, loosen up!"
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He made a particularly rude gesture with his hand at Bedlam, growling as he walked. He dragged tge crippled clone behind him, who was now cursing at Bedlam.
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"What? You were gonna kill him moments ago, but now it's a crime to break his leg? Make up your damn mind!"
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Cannon gave an exasperated sigh and pulled his helmet up enough to cough and spit up a thick glob of phlem and blood. "I... Wasn't going... To kill him... Idiot..." He doubled over coughing, blood splattering onto the ground.
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"Then why were ya stomping on him and try to stop me from healing him? You're not very bright, are you?"
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"Was holding..." More coughing and blood. "Him down so... He wouldn't hurt... Himself..." The Mando wiped blood off his face. "No reason... To trust you."
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"Pfft! I was in Pan's head for decades! You think I'm not trustworthy? That girl b*tch slapped me with kindness. I'm like, totally trustworthy, dude. Ya gotta understand I was in Pan's head that whole time you two were flirtin' n'sh*t. You're like a bro to me, bro." Bedlam snickered and kept up a charming smile.
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His whole joking demeaner annoyed the Mando, but he sighed in defeat. "Fine." He moved to pull the helmet back on and in the process lifted his chin enough to reveal a large, bloody gash across his throat.
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Bedlam noticed and rolled his eyes. "Are you going to let me heal you or no? That cut looks bad and if Iso finds out I let you die then she'll kill me...or worse."
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"Why would... She care?" There was venom in his words as he spat out another mouthful of blood. "Only reason would be... Traci."
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"Sure, dude. Whatever you say. You act like she doesn't care if you die or somethin'. Why? I know love is scientifically just chemicals running through people's brains, but there's gotta be more to it than that...." He sighed. "You should probably know Traci has been kidnapped...."
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Cannon squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. He'd noticed an obvious lack of Traci around the dojo, but he'd assumed if something like this had happened Iso would have sent word. "Does Iso know?"
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"Who do you think found out first? Motherly instincts are a real thing, I guess." He shrugged. "You know where she'd go, don't you?"
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"To save Traci. Same place I'm heading." He spit out more blood. "Where is she and how do I get there?"
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"Yeah, no." Bedlam laughed and shook his head. "Good joke, but you're not going. Iso will die, nothing you can do about it. She's probably getting torn to pieces as we speak. So, go back to your lil friend there, okay?" He just smiled at Cannon.
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Cannon turned so he was facing Bedlam, his glare strong enough to kill. "You think I'm going to sit here while that happens then you're dumber than I thought, which is saying a lot."
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"Wow, you're an *sshole. Why the hell should I help you when you say sh*t like that?" Bedlam vanished and reappeared on a nearby rooftop. "Thanks to that cloth ya gave her she'll probably live, honestly. Well...live long enough for me to save her anyway."
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"Tell me how to get to her. She'll need my help. So will Traci." There was a desperation in his tone that wasn't normally there as he spat out more blood.
