The trail of blood had been unavoidable, there were no supplies to staunch the bleeding as he dragged the body away, into a more secure room. Staccato drumbeats signaled automatic gunfire, and they were out in the open, too out in the open.
Gunfire became louder, echoing, and he heard the calls of “FBI, down on the ground!” muffled through the door. Red had positioned himself behind the body, the muzzle of his gun just barely visible resting against the crook of the corpse’s neck, his eye just above that. When the door burst open, his finger found the trigger, but didn’t pull when he recognized that voice.
“Donald!” and Red is shoving the body out of the way, revealing more of his body. His suit was totally ruined, covered in blood, “So you did get my text message!” He said with a bit of a crazed smile.
(Warning: This turned into a whole ficlet sorry not sorry lol. Also featuring my oc @empathickally)
Though some creatures hailed him a God, he was not omniscient. When he appeared in the living room of Liv’s place, he expected to see her at the table, or perhaps on the couch.
There was so much blood.
“Liv?” He calls out, bending time to allow Red to search the entire place in a fraction of a second. The trail leads him to the bathtub, red streaks stain the floor and the porcelain, “Oh no–” She looks so small, so weak, and before he gives it even a moment’s thought, his hands are glowing, touching her wounds. He can’t heal her, not fully, but he can stabilize her enough to get the Angel.
“Liv, sweetheart, I’m going to get Jarrett right now. I’ll be gone just a few seconds. You’re gonna be fine. Jarrett’s coming.”
Red appeared before the man, who was thankfully in a rather secluded area of the park, walking Bowie. “I need you to come with me now, Angel. Liv’s hurt. She’ll live, but I can’t heal her.”
He didn’t give him time to respond before grabbing him by the shoulder and appearing right back in the bathroom.
“Oh, Christ, babe….” Jarrett’s in shock, and Liv doesn’t have time for that.
“Jarrett, worry later, heal now,” Red said, grabbing one of his hands and shoving it towards Liv in the tub.
It only takes a moment for his Angelic instincts to kick in before his hands glow with a light Red can barely look at. It’s pure Good, something a creature like him may as well be deathly allergic to by this point.
“C’mon, babe, come back to me, I’m right here, Liv, I gotcha,” Jarrett says through tears that roll silently down his cheeks.
The air hurt his skin.
Whatever the torturer–torturers? They’d kept him blindfolded the whole time–had continually injected him with was even worse than what Anslo had ordered pumped into his veins. Red resisted as long as he could, but there was something different about this, they weren’t torturing him for information, there wasn’t any purpose to this all, other than to make him feel pain.
Breathing was like inhaling powdered glass, scraping down the insides of his esophagus, his eyes watered as he bit back the reflex to cough, as he wasn’t sure he could physically handle it. It felt like longer than it had been, it felt like days. They’d done their homework, knew his weaknesses, and left him, bloodied, battered, and broken, on the floor of this makeshift cell.
As the lock scraped, Red silently muttered something resembling a prayer that they’d get it over with and kill him already. Not that he didn’t deserve this for the pain he’d caused, that he’d brought upon everyone close to him, the death and destruction that seemed to follow him, but he was tired. So tired.
Red was curled in something not unlike a ball as the door swung open and he heard her voice “Red…”
“L-Lizzy…”