Post by JC Adkins on Jun 17, 2007 3:46:47 GMT -5
Trace limped into his house, he quickly looked around for his son but to his surprise he wasn't home. He touched his left side and screamed in pain. One of the weapons must have penetrated through. He slowly began to take off his chest-plate but with each movement a sharp shooting pain would rush throughout his body. With what little strength he had left he slowly pulled his chest plate over his head and fell to the ground. The white shirt he had underneath was completely drenched in blood. He looked down to see the damage, chuckled a bit spit a good amount of blood out of his mouth and then laughed. "They got you good this time old timer" He said to himself. As he we laid out on the floor he reached over to his pack and pulled out his verite flask. He quickly opened it to take a good swig of whiskey to dull the pain but he forgot that he had given up drinking. He through the flask against the wall nearly shattering it into pieces as it made contact. The pain was growing to be to much, a dead give away for him to know that the weapon was poisoned. He closed his eyes trying to replay the incident, looking back at each action and what followed. He opened his eyes slightly and very softly said the blue lotus clan as he passed out.
