Continued from this...
30 Minutes later...
The Arsonist woke from his ether nap, his head pounding from the noxious chemical. He would try to move only to realized he was strapped into a gurney but would rejoice to the fact that someone got the handcuffs that had kept him from being any kind of savior for the vicious attack his brother just had to endure for something that Jack himself did left Jack with a lot of remorse inside him.
This remorse quickly turned into worry and since this ambulance was not moving it is safe to assume they haven't left the arena, and they were probably still working on his brother somewhere, Jack would wiggle his hand loose and pull the velcro straps that were holding him down before sitting up and realizing that they had an IV in his left arm. Jack would quickly grab hold of the needle and rip it out of his arm, cringing from the pain that it caused from him jerking it out sideways before standing and pushing the back door open stepping outside to what was a flock of security and Emergency medical personnel were surrounding Angel while Drako was seen surrounded by several of St Charles' finest trying to explain just what the hell took place here tonight.
The EMT closest to Jack would come up to him, holding a hand up trying to stop The Arsonist from going any further, speaking quickly and with as much authority as a 5'5 120 pound women could speak with when talking to Jack Arson.
EMT- "Mr. Arson, I'm gonna ask that you get back into the ambulance so we can restart that morphine..you've sustained a severe concussion from the chair shots and the ether hasn't fully left your system. You need immediate medical attention."
Arson- "Really? Because ******** that, where the hell is my brother?"
EMT- "Mr Arson, we've been told not to release his medical condition to anyone at the moment, given his current state, now you need to get back into the ambulance and worry about yourself Jack, your brother is almost ready for transport.."
Arson- "What the hell do you mean, ready for transport? Look lady, I don't want any problems but if you aren't gonna tell me what's wrong with my brother, then get the ******** out of my way so I can find someone who will."
Jack would then push past the women who was being completely useless, and would make his way over to the second ambulance. He would push past a few security guards and EMTs to make his way to the door, only to be stopped short by a doctor who was standing by the door. The man would raise his hand up to Jack and with much authority as he could muster when he was being stared down by the One Man Wrecking Crew would say.
Doctor- "Jack, you need to stay back, you brot..."
Was all the doctor was able to get out of his mouth before Jack shoved him out of the way and grabbed hold of the door, only to find it locked from the inside. He would step up over to the window and look into the back of the ambulance to see a doctor pulling a blanket up over his brother with a look on his face that didn't quite sit well with Jack and he would begin tugging on the door handle with everything he had in him, reaching over with his other hand and grabbing hold of the handle on the other side of the door and would pull back causing the ambulance to rock back and forth as he pulled. Jack would pull so hard on the door, that the seal would actually begin to weaken and after about six strong tugs, The Arsonist ripped the door of of the back of an ambulance. He would take a step bak with it in his hand and would then throw it over his shoulder through the window of a Dodge Charger. He would then step into the back of the ambulance and feel his heart sink when he looked at the face of his brother. Angel was wrapped in a bandage that covered his entire face, following the brutal assault on Angel just moments ago at the hands of The Demonic Number Three.
Jack would pull the blanket back and would look at the chest of his brother which was also heavily bandaged and would then turn to walk back out of the ambulance but as he walked out he would hear the heart rate monitor still beating which let Angel know that his brother was still alive. The doctor he pushed out of the way made his way up into the ambulance and would point and Jack and yell.
Doctor- "Jack, we need to get your brother moving, he is slipping into a coma as a result of the heart attack he just sustained from shooting adrenaline to try and save himself during the assault. He...."
The doctor continued to talk, but Jack could no longer hear him. In fact it was almost like everything around Jack slipped into slow motion, The man who was closer then anyone in the world to him was laying in the back of an ambulance, clinging onto life for something he did, and man that did it thought that it was just some kind of game. Jack felt his blood begin to boil as he began to fill with rage as he thought of what Three had done to him.
Arson would put the blanket down over his brother and he would walk past the doctor and climb back out of the ambulance, and he would feel his heart rate begin to rise as the fear of possibly losing his brother began to overwhelm him. Jack would ball up his fists and walk through the crowd over to the Charger that he had pretty much already destroyed with the ambulance door. Whoever owned that beautiful classic was going to be pissed! Jack stares at the car for a minute, before letting out a loud yell before squatting down to grab hold of the car by the running bar, and the camera man would quickly spin around from the ambulance and would see Jack lift up on the car with every ounce of strength that The One Man Wrecking Crew could muster would actually lift the car up off of the ground and over onto the roof. He would look back over at the camera man and grab hold of the camera
and jerk it from the camera mans hand and point it at the flipped over car one more time, before lobbing it at the car like a football causing the feed to cut out instantly.
30 Minutes later...
The Arsonist woke from his ether nap, his head pounding from the noxious chemical. He would try to move only to realized he was strapped into a gurney but would rejoice to the fact that someone got the handcuffs that had kept him from being any kind of savior for the vicious attack his brother just had to endure for something that Jack himself did left Jack with a lot of remorse inside him.
This remorse quickly turned into worry and since this ambulance was not moving it is safe to assume they haven't left the arena, and they were probably still working on his brother somewhere, Jack would wiggle his hand loose and pull the velcro straps that were holding him down before sitting up and realizing that they had an IV in his left arm. Jack would quickly grab hold of the needle and rip it out of his arm, cringing from the pain that it caused from him jerking it out sideways before standing and pushing the back door open stepping outside to what was a flock of security and Emergency medical personnel were surrounding Angel while Drako was seen surrounded by several of St Charles' finest trying to explain just what the hell took place here tonight.
The EMT closest to Jack would come up to him, holding a hand up trying to stop The Arsonist from going any further, speaking quickly and with as much authority as a 5'5 120 pound women could speak with when talking to Jack Arson.
EMT- "Mr. Arson, I'm gonna ask that you get back into the ambulance so we can restart that morphine..you've sustained a severe concussion from the chair shots and the ether hasn't fully left your system. You need immediate medical attention."
Arson- "Really? Because ******** that, where the hell is my brother?"
EMT- "Mr Arson, we've been told not to release his medical condition to anyone at the moment, given his current state, now you need to get back into the ambulance and worry about yourself Jack, your brother is almost ready for transport.."
Arson- "What the hell do you mean, ready for transport? Look lady, I don't want any problems but if you aren't gonna tell me what's wrong with my brother, then get the ******** out of my way so I can find someone who will."
Jack would then push past the women who was being completely useless, and would make his way over to the second ambulance. He would push past a few security guards and EMTs to make his way to the door, only to be stopped short by a doctor who was standing by the door. The man would raise his hand up to Jack and with much authority as he could muster when he was being stared down by the One Man Wrecking Crew would say.
Doctor- "Jack, you need to stay back, you brot..."
Was all the doctor was able to get out of his mouth before Jack shoved him out of the way and grabbed hold of the door, only to find it locked from the inside. He would step up over to the window and look into the back of the ambulance to see a doctor pulling a blanket up over his brother with a look on his face that didn't quite sit well with Jack and he would begin tugging on the door handle with everything he had in him, reaching over with his other hand and grabbing hold of the handle on the other side of the door and would pull back causing the ambulance to rock back and forth as he pulled. Jack would pull so hard on the door, that the seal would actually begin to weaken and after about six strong tugs, The Arsonist ripped the door of of the back of an ambulance. He would take a step bak with it in his hand and would then throw it over his shoulder through the window of a Dodge Charger. He would then step into the back of the ambulance and feel his heart sink when he looked at the face of his brother. Angel was wrapped in a bandage that covered his entire face, following the brutal assault on Angel just moments ago at the hands of The Demonic Number Three.
Jack would pull the blanket back and would look at the chest of his brother which was also heavily bandaged and would then turn to walk back out of the ambulance but as he walked out he would hear the heart rate monitor still beating which let Angel know that his brother was still alive. The doctor he pushed out of the way made his way up into the ambulance and would point and Jack and yell.
Doctor- "Jack, we need to get your brother moving, he is slipping into a coma as a result of the heart attack he just sustained from shooting adrenaline to try and save himself during the assault. He...."
The doctor continued to talk, but Jack could no longer hear him. In fact it was almost like everything around Jack slipped into slow motion, The man who was closer then anyone in the world to him was laying in the back of an ambulance, clinging onto life for something he did, and man that did it thought that it was just some kind of game. Jack felt his blood begin to boil as he began to fill with rage as he thought of what Three had done to him.
Arson would put the blanket down over his brother and he would walk past the doctor and climb back out of the ambulance, and he would feel his heart rate begin to rise as the fear of possibly losing his brother began to overwhelm him. Jack would ball up his fists and walk through the crowd over to the Charger that he had pretty much already destroyed with the ambulance door. Whoever owned that beautiful classic was going to be pissed! Jack stares at the car for a minute, before letting out a loud yell before squatting down to grab hold of the car by the running bar, and the camera man would quickly spin around from the ambulance and would see Jack lift up on the car with every ounce of strength that The One Man Wrecking Crew could muster would actually lift the car up off of the ground and over onto the roof. He would look back over at the camera man and grab hold of the camera
and jerk it from the camera mans hand and point it at the flipped over car one more time, before lobbing it at the car like a football causing the feed to cut out instantly.
