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[whumpdaydreamerx]

Chicago PD 3x01 | Jay Halstead Rescued

[asianwhumpgalore]

Yume de Mita Ano Ko no Tame ni (夢で見たあの子のために) | Jdrama | Whump List

Genre: Thriller, Mystery, Crime, Drama

Synopsis: 13 years ago, Nakajou Senri's parents were brutally murdered and his older twin brother Kazuto was taken away by a man with a ‘fire’ scar on his arm. Since then, Senri has lived only for revenge. He continues to search for the ‘fire’ man. Together with his childhood friend Enan and detective Wakazono, he attempts to track down the truth behind the incident and exact his revenge.

Length: 10 eps

Whump meter: ▲▲▲▲▲ (Whump p much every episode) Whumpy things: Supernatural whump, bro whump, captured, made to watch.

✨ A nice slow burn thriller with an interesting story✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Usual action/thriller CWs (violence, blood, etc) ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS will be found, proceed with caution⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Nakajo Senri (left) portrayed by Itagaki Mizuki

Ep 1 | Punched, stumbles back and falls on the floor, bleeding from the mouth, chokes on blood | Grunting, in pain | Bandage on his face | In pain from hurting his arm with an ashtray.

Ep 2 | Fought, tased briefly on the leg, clutching leg, stumbles back, falls onto the floor, in pain, struggling to get up, saved | [10:15] Hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat, passes out and captured (off screen) | Wakes up, blurry vision, on his knees, hands bound behind his back, grabbed, watching his friend being beaten, shoved onto the floor, manhandled, threatened with friend | Scared, hiding | Tearing up | Suddenly dizzy due to a vision, resting head on hand.

Ep 3 | [03:45] Tased in the back, falls to the floor, groaning in pain, repeatedly kicked while on the ground, forced to his feet then punched, stumbles against the wall then falls back onto the ground, labored breathing, writhing on the ground, pulled to his feet again and punched, hits the wall and sinks onto the floor leaving a trail of blood on the wall, bleeding from the head and from the mouth, coughing, heavy breathing, spits blood, struggling to get up | Coughing, concerned looks from strangers, clutching head | Sudden pain from a vision, clutching head, seeing a disturbing vision, calling out for his brother, on the ground | Disturbed, teary eyed | Fought, kicked and falls to the ground, hit on the head, falls back down onto the ground and is kicked again, repeatedly kicked and beaten with sticks, coughing, panting, struggling to get up, struggling to walk, bloody lip. Face and lip bruised | Sudden headache due to a vision | Angry, slapped.

Ep 4 | Sudden pain, clutching head, groaning, having a vision, concern for him | Angry, crying.

Ep 5 | Concerned for loved one, panting, sweating, frustrated with concern, threatened with a blade, fought, repeatedly kneed in the stomach, punched and knocked to the ground, overpowered a couple of times, knocked to the ground x2, taunted, bruised and bloody lip.

Ep 6 | Emotional, crying | Having a vision, gasps, emotional.

Ep 7 | None.

Ep 8 | Yelled at | Publicly wrongfully accused and in hiding/on the run.

Ep 9 | Distressed, cornered, chased | Faints suddenly onto couch, having a vision, concern for him, wakes up suddenly in fear, labored breathing, struggling to stand up.

Ep 10 | Runs in front of a shooting gun to protect loved one, shot twice in the torso, falls to the ground, unresponsive, bleeding from the mouth. Holding loved on in his arms as they die, emotional, crying | Wakes up suddenly from a vision, panting.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

Whumpee: Yuki Kazuto (right) portrayed by Itagaki Mizuki

Ep 1-3 | No appearance.

Ep 4 | [11:55] Vision blurs, sudden pain, faints and falls over, caught by ally, concern for him, scar visible on his forehead | Regains consciousness, refuses help, struggling to get up, groaning, stumbles, labored breathing | Vision blurs, crashes motorcycle into railing, falls over and rolls down a hill, in pain, coughs, wheezing, calling out for brother.

Ep 5 | Taken away in a hospital stretcher, oxygen mask on his face, sweating, has flashback, calling out for brother | Captured away from hospital by ally (off-screen), unconscious in the car, head bandaged, weak, recalling painful memory, struggling to walk.

Ep 6 | (in past) Distressed, crying. Watching loved one die in front of him, screams in agony.

Ep 7 | None.

Ep 8 | Wakes up in a hospital bed on IV, drowsy.

Ep 9 | Attacked, held at gunpoint, saved, fought.

Ep 10 | Fought, vision blurring, collapses onto the ground, struggling to remain upright, held at gunpoint, weak, saved, in shock, concerned for loved one, unable to see, coughs up blood, distressed, angry, unable to hold up weapon, held at gunpoint again, apologizing to loved ones, whimpering, labored breathing, lying in his brother's arms, barely responsive, emotional, crying.

Whumpee: Sejima Akira portrayed by Fujiwara Itsuki

Ep 1 | None.

Ep 2 | Captured & bound (off screen), bound to a chair, blood all over his face, barely responsive, grabbed by the hair and head forced back, punched in the face, bleeding from the mouth, kicked in the face, falls off chair, bleeding from the mouth and nose, shivers, grabbed by the jacket and forced back onto the chair | Held hostage in the trunk of a car, trembling, shaky breathing, helped to walk.

Ep 3-10 | None.

[shattered-capes]

Screams ricocheted off the walls of the tunnel. An old mining tunnel, hero had said, although villain wasn’t entirely sure they believed them or not. Still. Stripped, molding wood had long nails driven through them to hold up the lanterns. Candles long since died, leaving them in treachourous darkness.

Hero would not stop their pacing. Left side, right side, ramming into the metal cage- as if it would change anything. Clang. As if the headache from the fight wasn’t enough. As if hero’s endless muttering would make a key materialize in front of them.

Another scream. Hero flinched. Again.

“God- how do we get out of here.” Hero whispered. “We aren’t gonna make it. He’s going to come back and-” Hero let out a short breath.

6 steps. Turn. 6 steps. Turn. Maybe if they hit the gate again, right shoulder this time…

“Give it up hero. Save your energy for tomorrow.” Villain muttered, voice low. “If we aren’t dead by then.”

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets Day 1

Path of Hurt Prompt; "Hypnosis/Brainwashing"

Day 1 of @augusnippets Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)

Characters;

- POV/Whumpee; Lancelot - The Weeping Monk (Cursed, Netflix)

- Whumper; OC "Sorceress"

(Characters: Whumpees)

(Characters: Whumpers)

(Ao3 Link)

Wordcount; 337

TWs; unconsentual mind control/hypnosis, intimate whumper

It was like a whisper in his ear as her magic wove itself forcefully into his skull.

Not again. Please...

Whispers turned to spoken words, utterly intelligible.

"I won't let you do this..." He hissed through gritted teeth, voice wavering more than he liked as if he spoke aloud the tremour of his spine.

"Oh, my dear Lancelot..." The Sorceress purred, dragging her talon-like fingernails down his face, stroking almost tenderly in a way that made him want to vomit and pull backwards, but he couldn't move, frozen to the spot by her wicked magic.

"...You already have." The soft caress grew harsh as she gripped his jaw so sharply that her claws bit into his cheeks, and those restless voices became a cacophony of soul rending screams...

Lancelot's own agonised scream joined in the chorus as felt her tearing through his skull, shredding his resistance apart like wet paper. His consciousness slipped away from him, down down down he fell into the coldest recesses of his mind like thrown into a roiling sea, unable to do anything but watch from afar as everything that made him who he was was locked away beneath the waves... The light of the surface sped away from him. Water rushed into his lungs, burning him from the inside out until nothing remained.

"Lancelot..."

A voice as soft as silk brushed across his senses. Rich, warm, soothing, an instinctive desire within him to harken it. Where was he? What was he doing, again?

"Lancelot, my darling..."

He blinked away confusion like fading morning dew, staring back at the source of that oh-so-alluring voice. Yes, that was it... He, Lancelot, was here with her, his Mistress. The only thing, the only one that mattered.

"Come with me, sweet thing," she said, smiling widely, those painted lips enraptured his attention.

He bowed his head to her, followed obediently as she led him away. Whatever she asked, he knew it was his command to fulfil and he would do so willingly.

Anything for her.

Day 1 done! I intend to continue this specific idea in a few of the future prompts since I really enjoyed this!

Continued on Day 16, Day 25, Day 28 and Day 31

Day 2 can be found in the masterlist above.

Sorceress heavily inspired by Morgana from Merlin, portrayed by Katie McGrath, because I love her.

Thanks for reading!

[mascwhump]

Wow I actually wrote something! This is based off of a drawing my beloved @crimson-wrld is working on… 👀. This is canon, takes place soon after Charlie joined the team.

CW: capture, interrogation, asphyxiation, chemicals, guns

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Margaret Thatcher is Dead

"Five minutes out," Their pilot spoke into the headset.

They were dropped somewhere about half a mile from their objective. The plan was to split off into three directions, and Ethan was to tag along with Charlie. Crow was heading straight into the building alone while Charlie and Adrian provided cover from two separate flanking routes. The goal was to recover intel, which Crow would accomplish with a USB stick once inside the base.

"If you hear me say 'phoenix', you're to retreat. That's an order," Crow said.

"10-4," Adrian responded, a hint of annoyance in his tone. Crow shot him a hard look before making the motion to move out. Charlie and Ethan started eastward, and Adrian disappeared into the trees in the opposite direction.

"So, is there a story behind that look Cap gave?" Charlie asked.

"Oh, yeah. He knows bloody well we aren't leaving his arse behind, even if he orders it. Since Scotch is in charge if something happens to him, that's his way of saying 'if you disobey me, I'm pushing you off a cliff," Ethan replied.

"He really expects us to just leave him if shit goes down?"

"Yup."

They cut the chatter as they got closer to their position. It was an abandoned transformer room along the road, just large enough to fit both of them inside. They'd be able to pop out and provide cover fire quickly, if needed. Charlie shut the door behind them.

"We're in position," he spoke into the comms.

"Copy, closing in on mine now. Lefty, give us a sitrep, over," Adrian said.

It took a few seconds for Crow to come through.

"Thirty seconds. This place is crawling with tangoes, so watch your six. I'm going dark. Out."

If everything went as planned, they were to meet at the rendezvous point after Crow had given the signal. In the meanwhile, they just had to sit tight. The comms were completely silent for the next few minutes. Charlie and Ethan spoke quiet in order to not give away their position. They were discussing some TV show when static came over the comms. There was some commotion in the background, and they could hear Crow breathing. The audio crackled and cut in and out. He was holding his breath now, and the raised voices in the background started to become louder.

"They're flanking me," Crow whispered, "fuck- phoenix."

A few moments of stunned silence ensued before Adrian's voice came through the radio.

"Alright, regroup with me at the LZ. I'm switching channels to give command a sitrep," he said.

"Copy," Charlie spoke.

He and Ethan made their way back to the drop off point, luckily without running into any problems. Charlie was relieved, as he was certain they'd have enemies all over them at that point.

"Tell me we're not leaving him behind," Ethan spoke as Adrian came into view.

"Fuck no, of course we aren't," Adrian said, "but we need to think of a plan. Got those maps, Flame?"

-

Blood dripped from Crow's nose, a result of them smashing his face against the tile floor. He was bound now; a series of ropes restraining him in an elaborate fashion. They had stripped him of his gear and slit down the front of his shirt to expose him. They were intentionally reckless with the blade, slicing shallow cuts into his skin in various places on his torso. His pants were ripped at the knees from his struggle- of course it was the one time he decided not to wear knee pads.

The one who appeared to be in charge was called Boeser, revealed by the nameplate on his uniform. Wahl and Romano seemed to be Boeser's subordinates. Boeser paced around, wielding a metal pipe.

"You already know what I want to know, so tell me," Boeser spoke, smacking the pipe against his empty palm. Crow remained silent and stared straight ahead. Boeser struck him with the pipe, and Crow clenched his jaw. He was determined not to let out a single sound.

"You think you're a tough little bastard, don't ya?" Boeser taunted as he struck him again. Crow could taste blood in his mouth. As Boeser leaned toward him, Crow broke his forward gaze and spat the blood into his face. Boeser responded by hitting his head again a few times, along with a kick to his abdomen. He wiped the blood from his face and turned to his subordinates.

"Get the rag," he ordered. Romano moved to the corner of the room. It was then Crow noticed a bucket with an old wash rag hanging out of it. Romano dunked the rag into the bucket and brought it to Boeser. The distinct smell of ammonia became apparent, and Crow tensed.

"Last chance to talk. Tell me who you are at least, hm? Won’t hurt ya that much, will it?”

“I’m Margaret Thatcher,” Crow spoke slowly and grinned, despite his unease.

Boeser then pressed the ammonia-soaked rag against his face and held it over his mouth and nose. Crow held his breath. His eyes began to water. They burned, along with his skin. He managed to hold his breath for almost a minute before he was forced to exhale the building carbon dioxide from his lungs. Panic ensued as he breathed in the ammonia against his will. His lungs were on fire now. Boeser was holding his head in place with his free hand, preventing him from pulling back. Crow struggled in the ropes and his hands curled into fists. He eventually threw all of his weight to the side, finally getting himself free from the hold.

He coughed violently as he lied on his side, expelling the asphyxiating fumes. His senses were overtaken by the intense burning sensation. Boeser wrung out the rag above his head, letting the excess liquid drip down on him.

“Are you ready to talk yet?” Boeser questioned as he landed a kick to Crow’s chest.

“Fuck… you,” Crow coughed. He was too preoccupied clearing his lungs to notice that Romano had handed a bottle of Drano to Boeser. It wasn’t until Boeser forced him back to his knees that he saw it in his hand. His eyes widened, and Boeser laughed.

“How about now, Margaret?” he snorted, “or would you rather me force this down your throat? Then you’ll never speak again.”

Crow was desperately trying to think of a plan, trying to think of anything he could do to get out of this without giving in. He was still coughing, which made it even harder to think clearly. Just as Boeser began to unscrew the cap from the bottle of Drano, the door burst open, and a few shots rang out. The three assailants fell dead to the floor, and Crow felt the ropes being cut from his limbs.

“You okay, Cap?” Ethan asked.

“I’m fine. I thought I told you bastards to get out of here,” Crow said as he wiped his face with his sleeve.

“Not a chance in hell, mate,” Adrian replied as he stuck out his hand to help Crow to his feet.

“Bloody hell. Let’s go,” Crow said. They successfully made it out of enemy territory without any more resistance. Ethan used some clean water from a nearby river to clean some of the ammonia off of Crow while they waited for the helicopter.

“You’re going to have some irritation for awhile. I’ll take a closer look at you once we get back,” Ethan said.

“When is he not irritated?” Adrian jested.

“Whenever you’re not around,” Crow shot back.

“At least I don’t smell like cat piss.”

“Fuck off.”

[writtentodeath]

villain breaking hero please🥺👉👈

The door opened with a blast of frozen air.

“I’ve put a lot of thought into how I’d break you, you know,” Villain said, walking up to Hero, who was chained standing to the wall. 

Hero straightened, levelling their signature glare at Villain. “Why are you here?” they demanded. “Is it a slow day in hell?”

“Adorable,” Villain deadpanned. “No, I’m here because I’ve actually come up with the perfect way to finally get you to snap.” 

“Really?” Hero scoffed. “I hope this attempt is more creative than your last ones, I’ve been getting bored.” They tilted their head. “And thirsty. You don’t want me to die of dehydration, do you?” 

“You know what,” Villain said, “You’re absolutely right.” They walked into the side room just off of Hero’s cell. The room generally held various torture devices, but instead of some sort of unwieldy hammer, Villain walked out with a glass of water.

Hero sighed. 

“Open wide, dear,” Villain said, tilting the glass against their lips. They moved it too quickly, and water dribbled down the corner of Hero’s mouth, dripping onto their neck. When the glass was empty, Villain took it away, setting it on the table in the corner. “All better?” they asked, mockery dripping from their voice.

Hero twitched their finger, and the drops of water on their face flew off. “I hope that’s not your grand torture plan,” Hero said. 

“Oh, no,” Villain assured them, and clapped their hands. 

The door slammed open, one of Villain’s henchmen walking in, dragging a struggling figure with a bag over their head.

Hero’s blood went cold. They’d wondered when Villain would resort to torturing civilians instead of Hero- even if they could last the first one, they had no idea how long they could last. Villain torturing innocent people, their friends… 

“I don’t know what you think is going to happen,” Hero said coldly. “Unless your torture methods have gotten better since you killed Friend, this won’t work.”

Villain didn’t say respond, but their eyes glinted maliciously… expectantly. 

“Leave,” they ordered the henchman, who released the civilian, sending them crashing to the floor. Villain reached down, pulling off the hood. It frosted at their touch, and Hero suddenly noticed their breath. 

Then they looked at Civilian- bloody, mangled locks, a dirty, thin face- 

Hero couldn’t find any air. “Friend,” they gasped. 

Friend looked up, haggard, gaunt. How long had they been here? Oh, shit- 

“Are you okay?” Hero asked, frantic, trying to reach them. “Friend- shit, I thought you were dead, how- what- are you okay?”

Villain grinned. “So sure that my plan isn’t going to work?” they said.

Hero wanted to tell them to go to hell, that if they touched Friend they’d kill them- but that’s what they’d said last time. Before watching Villain stab them in the stomach and kick them into a pool, dragging Hero away. 

“Whatever you’re planning, I’d give it up,” Hero said, trying to sound more confident than they felt. “It didn’t work last time. None of your ploys have worked, why resort to old ones?” Villain didn’t answer, instead pulling Friend over to the far corner, chaining them to the ground. “It didn’t work last time, you’re right. But I just figured out how to do something different!” they turned back to Hero, walking closer. “Have I ever told you about when I first got my powers? I froze for days, but couldn’t feel anything. It was terrible.”

“What, are you going to try and freeze me out? Crystallize the water in my veins?”

“That would be lovely,” Villain said, “but I’ve been wondering-” they grabbed Hero’s arm, pulling the sleeve down- “exactly what would happen if I gave them to you.”

Hero jerked. “That’s impossible,” they said, “that’s-”

“Theoretical, I know,” Villain said. “Which will make this even more fun! What with your water and all. Tell me, is it true that when you got yours, you destroyed half your city?”

“Is that what this is? A desperate attempt for a new weapon?” “The only one of us desperate right now is you,” Villain said, drawing out a needle and syringe. 

Hero flinched, and squeezed their eyes shut. Villain hissed in pain, then their hand was on Hero’s cheek. 

“Eyes on me.” they had the syringe, but now it was filled with red liquid- blood, glowing with an unnatural white light. 

Slowly, Villain injected it into Hero’s arm, filling their veins with ice. The cold didn’t stop in their arm, though, it spread everywhere else, turning their limbs into lead, then cold, then fire. 

“No-” they gasped, muscles starting to twitch. The room grew colder. 

“Better get it under control, Hero,” Villain said. 

Hero grit their teeth, trying to find some sort of grip on this force- but it wasn’t theirs, it didn’t belong to them, it was alien and cold-

“Stop this,” they said. 

“Can’t do that, dear,” Villain said. “Only you can.” they tapped Hero on the nose once, and walked out of the room.

“No, please, no,” Hero muttered, screwing their eyes shut. “No. No.”

“Hero?” A voice croaked, almost too quiet to hear. 

Hero’s head jerked up. Frost was beginning to form on their fingertips, but they couldn’t feel it. At least they still had their water under control- the ice hadn’t reached it yet, somehow. 

“Friend?” they asked, voice wavering on the edge of breaking. It was happening again. It was happening again. 

“It’s good to hear your voice again.”

“Yeah,” Hero said, tears forming in their eyes- they froze the moment they touched Hero’s cheeks, though. “I’m going to get you out of here, okay?” their voice broke. “You’re going to be okay. I swear, I’ll get you out of here-”

“It’s not your fault,” Friend said, and Hero could hear them shivering. “You didn’t know. I don’t- I don’t blame you.”  

“Don’t say that,” Hero said, a fogginess starting to overtake their brain. They weren’t cold, but their limbs were lead, and… there was a beast trapped under their skin. “Please, don’t say that.” 

The freeze reached their water, and the beast burst out. Ice ripped out of their fingertips, out of every pore in their body, covering the room. Something roared in their ears, maybe their heartbeat, maybe a scream, but they couldn’t tell who was screaming or whose heart was bursting, whose blood pounding…

And then it was quiet. Sleepy, even. 

Hero sobbed.

[writingstoriesinpajamas]

Writing Prompt #46

“So, you want your freedom?”

A hesitated in their answer, “Y-yes.”

B smiled, wide and amused, “Then what are you willing to do for it?”

[asianwhumpgalore]

Musa the Warrior (무사) | Kmovie | Whump List

Genre: Action, Historical

Synopsis: In the 14th century, a failed Korean political envoy attempts to rescue a Ming princess from Mongols in an effort to save Korea's relationship with China.

Length: 2hrs, 40min

Whump meter: ▲▲▲◭△ Whumpy things: Stoic whumpee, strong whumpee, slave whumpee, captured whump, survival whump.

✨Interesting historical kmovie with some interesting whump moments. To think this movie is older than me✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Usual historical CWs (blood, violence, death, etc). Gore (lots). ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS will be found, proceed with caution⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Yeo Sol portrayed by Jung Woo Sung

[00:00] Treading through excessive heat.

[04:00] Ambushed and surrounded by dozens of soldiers, arrested.

[05:20] Exiled, chained (legs, arms, and neck), forced to walk in the scorching desert, under attack.

[10:45] Caught in a sandstorm, half buried in sand, protecting someone, hit in the back, falls to his knees, protected.

[20:00] Cornered. Carrying someone in scorching heat, weak.

[27:02] Falls to his knees, panting.

[28:20] Fought, surrounded, caught with various lassos (one around his neck), falls to the ground, struggling to break free, neck stepped on, taken captive, dragged through the ground behind a horse.

[32:18] Bound by the wrists and forced to walk behind the carriage, rescued, struggling to free himself. Fought.

[41:20] Restrained and forced to his knees, held in place, kicked in the head, repeatedly beaten, bleeding from the head and lip, thrown to the floor, threatened with a sword, cut on the cheek, saved.

[43:00] Taken captive, tied up on horseback.

[45:45] Recovering, head bandaged, concern for him, comforted.

[55:45] Chased, fought, held in a chokehold, falls off carriage.

[01:23:40] Slapped.

[01:43:50] Fought

[01:48:15] Slapped, scolded.

[02:06:55] Fought. Shot in the leg with an arrow, collapses onto his knees, restrained, struck to the ground, unconscious.

[02:13:10] Bound to a poll in front of ally's fortress to lure them out, half dressed and wounded all over, weak, blood on his face, blurry vision. Left bound through the night.

[02:17:33] 'Saved' by enemy and taken to camp (off-screen), weak, panting, leg bandaged.

[02:28:43] Fought. Uses himself a human shield to protect loved one, speared in the abdomen, bleeding excessively, continues to fight to protect loved one, screams, falls to his knees, dies.

Whumpee: Choi Jung portrayed by Joo Jin Mo

[00:00] Treading through excessive heat.

[04:00] Ambushed and surrounded by dozens of soldiers, arrested.

[05:20] Exiled, chained (legs, arms, and neck), wrist in stocks, forced to walk in the scorching desert, under attack.

[10:45] Caught in a sandstorm, half buried in sand, coughing.

[34:10] Fought, protected.

[01:16:00] Cornered, protected, shot in the back with an arrow, groans, falls to the ground, breathing weakly, bleeding from the head, in pain. Carried to safety by ally.

[01:24:17] Wound being treated, held down on his stomach, wound cauterized, screams. Recovering, concern for him, tries getting up but is in too much pain, helped to sit up. Trembling, emotional, sets off on his own despite injuries.

[01:31:40] Fetched by ally (off-screen), lying on the ground, struggling to get up, refusing help, concern for him.

[01:43:50] Fought

[02:06:55] Falls off horse, fought, hit in the head with a mace and falls to the ground, protected, bleeding from the head, unconscious, helped onto horse and sent away to safety.

[01:10:30] Lying on the ground, clutching side, struggling and helped to get up.

[02:28:43] Fought, falls to the ground, unconscious. Continues to fight despite injuries, stabbed in the abdomen and falls down, dies.