#rogue pirate

[butweareafamily]

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He had to keep the emergency management of Storybrooke at peace. With everyone constantly overworked, underpaid, and at wits’ end with magical maladies and adversaries, the least he could do would be to offer donuts on the weekend. He was a little late with this delivery. This was the hospital’s alliance with everyone in Storybrooke in the hopes that everything and everyone ran smoothly. Arthur pushed his way past the door of the sheriff’s department with the pink box in hand. “Emma? David…?” Nothing. Silence. Usually the door was locked if they were out or there was someone to tell him to leave the donuts and coffee. This was strange. The hair on his arms stood on end. “Emma?” “Emma!” He didn’t particularly care about the waste of bear claws now spilled across the floor. At least the coffee hadn’t spilled, but he was most concerned about having a work area now. “It’s me. It’s me! I’m here… Shit…” They always looked bad. The question was how much damage was done on the inside? The small doctor had knelt at Emma’s side to try an assess the situation by sight alone. “Can you answer me? Emma. Don’t strain to talk if you can’t!” Images flashed before him. He could see a baby in his arms. Tiny. Crying. She was a beautiful little miracle and she was Emma. Now she was laying there. He had no time.

No, someone was calling for her. She stopped trying to reach out for something to kill the intruder with, turning more on her side. Doc.  Okay, that was a hell of a lot of good luck right there, since no other help would be able to come. 

“I’m here and I can answer...” she was more weak than in pain, which she didn’t know if it was good news or bad news, or just temporary news. It did still hurt a lot, but not so much that her anger wouldn’t be enough to keep her awake and going. “Don’t worry, I’m not letting anyone kill me with a... stupid gun. You have to be careful, he’s still out there, and there are more... I heard other people fight too, but... I don’t know who.” She closed her eyes, swallowing down because the effort of speaking was making her feel a bit more pain somehow. 

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Blue lifts his gun and takes off after her, quick as a flash eating up the ground. He dodged trees in his pursuit, cursing wildly and not making much progress. He remained a few meters behind no matter how fast he tried to run. “Fuck.” He hissed, too loud for his own ears. The target sped ahead, and he started to gain ground a little at a time.

As Citra runs, she glances behind her, horrified to see the man getting closer, though it’s obvious he’s still struggling to keep up due to the dense vegetation. That’s good. Maybe she can use that to her advantage... 

She turns suddenly, heading deeper into the jungle where the trees are closer together, the canopy that formed above blocking out most of the sun. Her bare feet pounded over the hard ground, but it hardly bothers her. She’s spent her whole life barefoot so it doesn’t slow her down much. 

She stumbles over a unearthed root, but manages to keep going, not daring to look back. She doesn’t want to see how much ground the man managed to gain in her momentary pause. 

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Blue takes aim at the woman from just beyond the treeline, firing a shot and missing by only a few inches. A quiet curse. "Fuck!" (rogue-pirate)

Citra jumps when she hears the gun go off, staring in shock for a moment where the bullet had embedded itself in the trunk of a tree just to her left. Citra turns around, her eyes scanning the jungle for any sign of who could have taken the shot. She spots a man holding a gun, who she immediately assumes is the shooter, though she doesn’t take the time to confirm this. Instead, she takes off running in the opposite direction as fast as she can. She knows she can’t outrun a bullet, but she hopes her moving quickly through the thick jungle will be enough to keep him from hitting her. 

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