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Short Story (for art) set in the darthmanga's "Demon Hunters" universe:

The blaring alarm could be heard. The unstable wheels turning as what unfolded came to someone's fruition.

"Dr. Anzarotia! Patient with multiple gunshot wounds."

Mora Anzarotia hurried over. As she got closer, she saw the familiar face. She didn't have time to utter her shock, only the time to show it. She pushed the gurney with a nurse, and looked up briefly towards the entrance, thinking she saw Jade, but she wasn't sure.

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The patient on the gurney could hardly understand the world around her. Lights flashed by like those of cars zooming in the night. The honking of beeping machines. A woman's voice like that on a radio, distant and out of tone; yet familiar somehow.

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The doors to the operating room opened. "Hey, stay with me!" Mora turned her head towards the nurse "Give her some anesthesia."

After the patient was put under and covered by a surgical blanket; Mora grabbed the tools she needed and made the first cuts into the skin to begin the grueling task of taking out the bullets. She had to concentrate, she couldn't let her emotions or reasoning get in her way, but in the back of her head she couldn't help but wonder just what had happened.

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Jade paced back and forth in the surgery's observation room, waiting. Who did this? How did this even happen!? Jade's questions mirrored that of Mora. Her body shook with the mixture of emotions she felt. The rage. The sorrow. The fear. Her fingers weaved amongst each other. Tearful streams fell. Eyes quaked.

"Hey." Dom walked in, alongside Ammy and Jin.

"How is she?" Jin asked.

"She..." Jade couldn't muster any more words.

Ammy looked past Jade and walked towards the window, only now understanding the full extent of the situation. She couldn't help but gag up tears, as her legs began to fail her, and her palm hitting against the window to keep her balance.

Seeing how shaken Jade was, Dom wrapped his arms around Jade, allowing her to bury her face into his shoulder, her tears soaking into his coat.

Jin walked over and laid a hand onto Ammy's should for support, letting her know that she wasn't alone.

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Mora took the last bit of the bullets out. She should make a good recovery if she holds out. And knowing her, she will. Mora began to stich her up, a tear forming on her cheek. Please stay strong Cyril. For all of us.

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This art and story were made for this contest:
Demon Hunters Contest 8: Age My OC by darthmanga on DeviantArt

I admit, I don't know much about the characters and less about the story itself, though always been meaning to read it (and make a fan story that I was origininally going to do for the last contest, but the story spiraled out of control [and didn't want to make it less in quality than it can be]....)

Hopefully it's not too bloody (sorry if it is). Also, I accidentally left out Cyril's scar, but it could be considered covered by the mask... (sorry about that, can't believe I didn't think of the scar....)

Anyways, take care and have a wonderful day/night.

P.S. I made it this time to the contest. Yeah!! [Imagine popping celebratory balloons here, due to no emotes for it...]

Description
Short Story (for art) set in the darthmanga's "Demon Hunters" universe:

The blaring alarm could be heard. The unstable wheels turning as what unfolded came to someone's fruition.

"Dr. Anzarotia! Patient with multiple gunshot wounds."

Mora Anzarotia hurried over. As she got closer, she saw the familiar face. She didn't have time to utter her shock, only the time to show it. She pushed the gurney with a nurse, and looked up briefly towards the entrance, thinking she saw Jade, but she wasn't sure.

------------

The patient on the gurney could hardly understand the world around her. Lights flashed by like those of cars zooming in the night. The honking of beeping machines. A woman's voice like that on a radio, distant and out of tone; yet familiar somehow.

-----------

The doors to the operating room opened. "Hey, stay with me!" Mora turned her head towards the nurse "Give her some anesthesia."

After the patient was put under and covered by a surgical blanket; Mora grabbed the tools she needed and made the first cuts into the skin to begin the grueling task of taking out the bullets. She had to concentrate, she couldn't let her emotions or reasoning get in her way, but in the back of her head she couldn't help but wonder just what had happened.

----------

Jade paced back and forth in the surgery's observation room, waiting. Who did this? How did this even happen!? Jade's questions mirrored that of Mora. Her body shook with the mixture of emotions she felt. The rage. The sorrow. The fear. Her fingers weaved amongst each other. Tearful streams fell. Eyes quaked.

"Hey." Dom walked in, alongside Ammy and Jin.

"How is she?" Jin asked.

"She..." Jade couldn't muster any more words.

Ammy looked past Jade and walked towards the window, only now understanding the full extent of the situation. She couldn't help but gag up tears, as her legs began to fail her, and her palm hitting against the window to keep her balance.

Seeing how shaken Jade was, Dom wrapped his arms around Jade, allowing her to bury her face into his shoulder, her tears soaking into his coat.

Jin walked over and laid a hand onto Ammy's should for support, letting her know that she wasn't alone.

----------

Mora took the last bit of the bullets out. She should make a good recovery if she holds out. And knowing her, she will. Mora began to stich her up, a tear forming on her cheek. Please stay strong Cyril. For all of us.

================

This art and story were made for this contest:
Demon Hunters Contest 8: Age My OC by darthmanga on DeviantArt

I admit, I don't know much about the characters and less about the story itself, though always been meaning to read it (and make a fan story that I was origininally going to do for the last contest, but the story spiraled out of control [and didn't want to make it less in quality than it can be]....)

Hopefully it's not too bloody (sorry if it is). Also, I accidentally left out Cyril's scar, but it could be considered covered by the mask... (sorry about that, can't believe I didn't think of the scar....)

Anyways, take care and have a wonderful day/night.

P.S. I made it this time to the contest. Yeah!! [Imagine popping celebratory balloons here, due to no emotes for it...]