08-24-2008, 09:10 PM
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Pilot couldn’t even begin to grasp what was happening. Though he had come a long way from where he was two years ago, the male didn’t know enough about this other language to determine what was taking place. He cursed under his breath, wishing they would speak in a dialect he understood. He watched as Santiago kneeled down next to this other stranger (if that was indeed his name) and watched the man’s mouth move to form words. He could see the life quickly seeping away – his words leaving his mouth slower and slower, until ultimately, they ceased.
He moved closer on wobbling limbs and tried studying the wound. It was a deep gash in the side of the girl’s cranium, unlike any other he had seen before. He assumed with the correct supplies he would be able to stitch it up, but he couldn’t make himself move. Instead he looked on as Santiago hovered over near her body. His silver gaze caught the distant and cold eyes of the middle-aged stranger. He couldn’t believe that he was actually dead. And if something didn't happen soon, he wouldn't be surprised if that girl ended up the same.