Misson 6383 — In These Bodies We Will Live — Roxanne + Delilah
As Roxanne entered the room her sister had just unlocked the door to, a sigh of relief escaped the brunettes lips; feeling like it was almost over. Almost. She just needed to look at a couple of files and it would be all over; she’d be back home soon. It sounded weird to think of Carmichael as home, but, that was how Roxanne was starting to see it. As her safe haven. The only place she felt comfortable in. Yes, Memphis was still engraved deeply on the back of her mind, but it had to stay in the past, or Roxy would never be able actually live. She would never be happy.
She shook her head quickly, focusing on completing the mission and getting Delilah out of there in one piece. Roxanne hated that her sister was there with her; she could handle pressure and danger on her own, but when Delilah was involved things got awfully hard. The brunette felt too much responsibility, for she would never be able to live with herself if anything happened to her baby sister. Usually, Roxanne would not think of how protective she was of Delilah, but as she looked on the cabinets for helpful files, her sister watching the door, the petite girl wondered why she felt so maternal towards the mutant. Their mother had been good to Delilah, taking pride on the blonde like she never took on Roxanne. The same thing went for their father. So, why did Roxanne feel that her only job was to look after her sister? She was not her mother, after all, so why did she love the blonde as much as she did?
Her mind was wondering and her eyes were looking over the papers quickly when it happened. It all came separately and slowly, like someone had set the moment to slow-motion.
First, she smelled it; the salty smell of her own blood. Then, came the ear-ripping noise of gunshots that broke the large glass window. And then, as the brunette gripped her sister’s arm and pulled her down onto the cold floor, came the pain. It was not as bad as the first time she had gotten shot, but it was certainly more scary and unreal. This time, she wasn’t alone. This time, she had her sister shuddering beside her and in danger. And Roxanne couldn’t let Delilah get hurt. She closed her eyes, praying that Delilah would keep her eyes closed and not notice the crimson blood pouring through the brunette’s black dress. If Roxanne died, she did not want Delilah to have to live with that image for the rest of her life. She couldn’t.
But Roxanne couldn’t help but to let out a gasp of pain and roll over so she was on her back; moving a hand to the open wound and touching it lightly, feeling the urge to vomit as she saw the blood pouring quickly from the middle of her torso. During the invasion, when she got shot the first time, she had been in critical condition and the blood had flown out of her body much slower. What would happen now, when she could feel her feet go numb and a cold sensation on her body? Was she dying? No. No. No. She refused to die. Not like that, not with Delilah next to her and Noah out on his own mission. She refused to not see them again.
Ignoring the pain, and the memories that forced themselves into Roxanne’s mind, the girl poked her sister’s arm and mumbled; her voice as steady as she could. “Keep your eyes closed until it’s over, Lilah.” As she spoke, Roxanne did not know what she meant by that statement. Until /what/ was over? Her own life or the shooting going on in that army base?
The sound of new gunshots; more potent and noisy reached Roxanne’s ears and she recognized it as the sound of the Rebel’s guns. Maybe she would make it out alive. Maybe they were there for them; to take them to safety. Until then, all she could do was ignore the need to close her eyes and fall asleep one last time.
The whole day was a blur to Delilah. None of it felt real, almost as if she was just a drifting ghost. The quiet in the hallways and the room were more eerie than comforting. Hopefully it was simply because Landon and Cara effectively distracted everyone. The two had to be both soundless and not suspicious. Cara’s excuse got them in, but now she was elsewhere. Delilah didn’t register how long they walked or how far they went. Somehow, almost magically in her mind, stood in front of the room. Liquefying was strange—there couldn’t be any other way to feel even more disconnected to her body. Slipping under and unlocking the door was both quick and simple, but Delilah feared that something would happen to Roxanne in those few moments.
Safely in the room, Delilah’s only job was protecting her sister. Delilah felt she owed it to Roxanne to protect her since she failed during the Lost One invasion. It should be simple: her sister memorizes a few files, sneak back out, and then fly back to Carmichael. She vigilantly listened at the door, her ear pressed ready to react to any sound. She also kept her eye on Roxanne. Everything almost had gone too smoothly. Something had to happen; intuitively, it felt like the calm before the storm.
Delilah’s mind couldn’t follow everything that happened next. There was the crash of shattering glass, the sound of gunshots ricocheting off the walls, and Roxanne, with the scent of blood clinging to her, grabbing her to the floor. All Delilah could do was focus on her breathing to prevent panicking. Right now she needed to remember Medicine 101 to save Roxanne. She had to focus on applying pressure and avoiding infection. Delilah checked their location relative to the door and window to avoid unnecessary movement of Roxanne and her wound.
All Delilah could do was bite her lip to hold back tears. It wasn’t right Roxanne still felt the need to be the strong one, not with her current state. Somehow Delilah had convinced herself closing her eyes would mean she’s weak, so she just couldn’t listen to Roxanne. She couldn’t deny the gunshots or being stained by her sister’s blood. She couldn’t ignore that her sister needed to be treated now.
The fight outside became louder. Delilah wanted to peek, see if there were any rebels to flag down, but she stayed, nursing the wound. Blood froze in her veins when she heard pounding on the door. She was stuck. While not the most offensive key, Delilah could figure out some way to ward them off. The pounding became more aggressive, the door breaking. A voice followed.
“Are the keys Delilah Miller and Roxanne Miller still in here?”