#i love that she just gags him and leaves him there
Whumpay Day 2
From Dress To Dressing |“You’re not dead yet?” |GunshotHeavy boots pick through the bodies, occasionally pausing to nudge a limb aside enough to make a space to set a foot down. Gloved hands rummage through pockets and under clothes, searching with brusque efficiency.
One of the bodies moans when rolled over.
“Not dead yet?” grunts the mercenary, a little surprised.
“Oh god,” keens the injured man, clutching at his wounds.“Don’t – don’t do it – I have a family–”
“Relax,” the mercenary drawls, showing her teeth. “We’re not here for you.”
She goes down on one knee, ignoring the man’s continuing pleas, and frisks him roughly. That done, she grips the front of his shirt with one gloved hand and rips it open. A button, yanked free of its mooring, flicks away, spinning.
“What are you doing?” the wounded man mewls, voice only climbing in pitch as she draws a knife from its holster. “Oh god, what do you want?”
The mercenary cuts a wide strip from the front of his shirt, then another. The knife slides between fabric and sweat-soaked skin to open up the sleeve, then that too is rendered into strips.
The man’s hand is roughly jerked away from the first bullet hole, and he yelps as a balled up piece of fabric is shoved hard against the wound. A second strip, folded double for strength, is wrapped round the leg and pulled tight.
“You’re hurting me,” he wails, only to be cut off in a choked sound of shock as a third piece of fabric is shoved two-fingered into his open mouth.
“Bite down,” the mercenary orders brusquely, and returns to tying off the makeshift bandage.
By the time the second wound is dressed to her satisfaction, almost the entire shirt has been cannibalised for fabric. Only a section beneath the man’s back remains, and the shirt collar, trailing scraps and threads, around his neck.
The mercenary stands up, casts one last look over the man – wide-eyed, flopping like a fish, trying to spit out the rag from his mouth. Without another word, she turns and walks away.
