Okay, Nathan with a knife is easily one of the scarier aspect of this dream. Right, Victor keeps reminding himself, face against the floor. It's just a dream. If you just force yourself to wake up, everything will be okay. He's deep into that idea when the warm puddle of blood creeps around his necks, cause Victor to start majorly. Okay, definite panic attack, he realizes, trying to sit up and slipping in his own blood. His hands clutch at the gaping hole in his chest (where are the sparks!! Where's the metal!! Why is this happening??) when Marianella slips the knife in Nathan's stomach.
Ultron said once that Victor didn't need to breathe, that he could get by without any of those pathetic human functions. But at that moment Victor feels as if breathing is a huge obstacle, as if finding air to scream a ton of Spanish expletives at the thing that just stabbed his best friend was the most important function he could manage.
With difficulty, Victor struggles to his feet. If she'd stabbed you in the heart, you'd be dead, he knows this. But he can taste blood at the back of his throat, which means a long, suffocating death is waiting for him instead. Doesn't matter. Gotta help Nathan. A stab to the stomach is dangerous and painful but if they get away, if they get to a hospital- The idea that Nathan is immortal and therefore doesn't need medical treatment never occurs to Victor. Hey, if he's not a robot and mom is, what's the use assuming any of the normal rules apply!
"Stop," he blearily directs at.. okay well, at this point it could be either of them. Victor smears blood across the counter he's lurching against tot get between Marinella and Nathan. It's not a very heroic rescue- Victor's eyes are half closed, his face is white as a sheet and uh there's a shit done of blood as he is bleeding out from a stab wound to the chest but- Damnit! He's gonna get between this thing and his best friend if it kills him.
He puts a hand on Nathans shoulder with a crooked smile. "Thanks," he mutters, weakly trying to push Nathan in the direction of the door, away from this fucked up woman-bot and out of this nightmare. "Thanks, but you gotta- wake up."
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Ultron said once that Victor didn't need to breathe, that he could get by without any of those pathetic human functions. But at that moment Victor feels as if breathing is a huge obstacle, as if finding air to scream a ton of Spanish expletives at the thing that just stabbed his best friend was the most important function he could manage.
With difficulty, Victor struggles to his feet. If she'd stabbed you in the heart, you'd be dead, he knows this. But he can taste blood at the back of his throat, which means a long, suffocating death is waiting for him instead. Doesn't matter. Gotta help Nathan. A stab to the stomach is dangerous and painful but if they get away, if they get to a hospital- The idea that Nathan is immortal and therefore doesn't need medical treatment never occurs to Victor. Hey, if he's not a robot and mom is, what's the use assuming any of the normal rules apply!
"Stop," he blearily directs at.. okay well, at this point it could be either of them. Victor smears blood across the counter he's lurching against tot get between Marinella and Nathan. It's not a very heroic rescue- Victor's eyes are half closed, his face is white as a sheet and uh there's a shit done of blood as he is bleeding out from a stab wound to the chest but- Damnit! He's gonna get between this thing and his best friend if it kills him.
He puts a hand on Nathans shoulder with a crooked smile. "Thanks," he mutters, weakly trying to push Nathan in the direction of the door, away from this fucked up woman-bot and out of this nightmare. "Thanks, but you gotta- wake up."