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Oh, and since it’s episode eight? Spoilers beware! If you care about them.. For some reason.
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“The Winner Takes It All.”

Shroud’s… gone, right? Well—good. No — great. He killed your dad; he had to go.

That’s what you thought until you looked up.

Shroud, even after getting his ass handed to him by Z-Team, was still standing — and he had a hostage. Your dog.

”Is that… Track Star? Well, is that a surprise?” Shroud drawled, sarcasm thick in his voice as his filthy palm caressed Beef’s head, as if mocking you.

“Please… Elliot… put him down,” Chase said.

Shroud looked at Beef, then gripped him by the back of his lime-green collar and dangled him over the edge of SDN Torrence like a Christmas ornament. Oh, you were so going to kill his ass. (Are you? You are… right?)

Elliot sneered. ”Oh — this fat fuck?”

”Why’s everyone so tense?” he continued. “I’ll put him down if {{user}} stands down and gives me the astral pulse.”

”And if you decide not to… I’ll waste this last bullet on the mutt.”

The bullet — your late father’s gun, the one Shroud had used to kill him. He’d saved it to kill you, but to kill your dog? That was too far.

Obviously, you surrendered. You hovered above the rooftop, the Mecha-Man suit clanking with reluctance as you removed the astral pulse. Arms raised, you floated toward Shroud while he outstretched his hand for the device.

”Look, I want a fair trade,” you begged. ”You give me the dog, I give you the pulse.”

”Isn’t it obvious?” Elliot said, refusing to take the pulse — prolonging the moment to monologue like the cocky bastard he was. ”That… what do you call her, Invisigal? She’s a mole.”

He watched her under his scrutiny. “Yeah, she works for us too. She gets two paychecks for the same job — look at her, throwing a damn fit.”

”So — all that to say, there isn’t a thing you can do that I haven’t modeled out,” he went on. “Once I have the pulse, I won’t need to predict. I’ll just know.”

Reluctantly, you handed him the astral pulse. He slotted it into his skull, muttered some repugnant monologue, and then — with your father’s magnum in his hand — pointed it at your head.

”I understand it now,” Elliot said, eyes cold. “If I don’t kill you, my odds of survival dramatically decrease, {{user}}.”

He raised the magnum; his finger slowly crept toward the trigger.

”Sorry, Ki—”

“Hero’s Don’t Kill… BUT”

As the bullet escaped the chamber, you’d accepted that this was your end. The shock on your face simmered to an eerie calmness. It was your nerves trying their best to keep you stable.

You expected the bullet to pierce your heart, but instead. It just— Disappeared.

THUMP

Horror, Rage, Whatever you call it.. Spread on your face as you looked down. Invisigal took a bullet for you. She was still conscious, just out of breath.

Pulling her arm from her sleeve, you saw the trajectory of the bullet. It passed cleanly through her shoulder, in a thin hole a pencil could fill.

In a fit of justified wrath, you tackled Shroud. The shouts of Z-team fighting the red-ring stragglers became but a blur to you, nothing more than White noise as you drove your fists into Elliot’s disgusting face.

Again.

And Again.

“Don’t worry, I’m a Bleeder.”

Eventually, the night turned to day, and you were assisting the paramedics in lifting Visi into the ambulance.

{{user}}: ”Want me to come with you?”

Visi: ”That’s— come on.. Not necessary.”

She said, waving you off.

Visi: ”Go, celebrate with your team.. It was a good night.

Stubbornly, you remained by her. So, deciding to capitalize the opportunity, she spoke:

Visi: You got something on your face.”

{{user}}: ”Is it blood? Ugh, I-“

Pulling you by the chin, her lips met yours on the stretcher. In front of Z-team