"It's gonna be all right, lad. You're gonna be fine. Stay with me."
Long John Trenway was holding a man next to a booth he had just been merely browsing though before he was brutally stabbed by a fiend. The pirate was skimming though the area as well, and was drawn to this spot in specific by screams and shouts, breaking the placidity of the somewhat calm marketplace . Now here he was, trying to help the poor lad in his arms, who couldn't have hardly been older than 19 or 20.
"I need ya to stay with me, lad. By thunder, you're gonna be fine."
The other man that was assaulted was already dead when the cyborg arrived. Long John feared the worst for the boy he was holding, and quickly saw that his efforts were in vain. The amount of blood that was pouring from the side of the lad's torso completely soaked through the white sheets that Trenway had ripped away from one of the booths, and the boy's face was already ashen, so pale that John could see his veins weakly trying to pump blood throughout his body. The young man struggled to speak, breaking out in a whisper, a rasp that was hard to hear over the cacophony of the shopping district.
"My name...is Kyle...Longo...please...tell my...my mom...I...I loved..."
With a silent death rattle, the life in the lad quietly slipped away, but not before he put a bloodsoaked hand to the cyborg's face, gently running it down his cheek as a silent 'thank-you' for comforting him in the last moments of his life. The seasoned pirate had seen many people die over his career, so many that he lost count, but never so young a person before. His youth reminded him of the son he once lost to the stars years ago, and it brought a tear to the man's eye, cutting its way down the smear of blood that now adorned John's cheek. As a final action, he closed the young man's eyes. He looked almost peaceful now, as if he were just sleeping.
Why? Why do horrible things happen to the most innocent and helpless?
Long John always made sure that those who he killed and stole from always had it coming to them. Even then, he'd try to minimize the amount of slaughter, even allowing those who surrendered a chance to leave peacefully. But this? This was just plain murder. Anger started filling the cyborg's large body as he gently laid the body down on the floor and stood up. Already a few were in pursuit of the fiend, but Long John went into the alleyway anyways to ensure justice was swift and to finish the deed himself. Rage was burning in his chest, and the pirate let loose with a roar as he ran behind the other pursuers, unsheathing the vibroblade attachment on his cybernetic arm.
"I'll have yer head, devil, or my name isn't Long John Trenway!"
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