Raylan Elisha Wilcox
Location: Institute Basement
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"Fucking stop Frank. I'm fine." Raylan lied, pulling away Frank's grip. Raylan didn't expect for all of those people to keep fighting. He expected to fight at most two or three. But none of them stopped, none of them ran away. Raylan couldn't help but wonder why none of them were smart enough to run but they stood their ground. He had to give them credit for it.
As Raylan listened on to Frank's sermon on the mount. He didn't know if he should say the truth about Cow... Johnny. He came back but it was the second wave that got Johnny. It accounted for some of the blood on Raylan, some of the blood was his. Most of it was from end they suffered when Raylan lost his temper and no one was around stop him.
No one was their to keep him from doing g what he did. Not the Little Dove, not Frank, one one. Deep down at his core, Raylan was scared shitless over what he has done. He never lost control like that. Ever. A fight, some self abuse, even letting someone get in a few shots, Raylan was about that. But never did he want or think to do what he did. Maybe it was the luck shot that got Johnny as he trying to keep Raylan from going to far, maybe it was the celebration. Maybe Raylan was just a piece of shit. Maybe Magento was right.
Raylan looked down as Frank kept talking. He couldn't hear what Frank was saying. His words were replaced by screams. He could hear one voice more than the others. "Momma! Momma where's my arm!" The voice didn't seem to stop. It was written all over his face. He did all he could to push it from his head. It wasn't until Frank and something about not leaving that and new students that Raylan came around.
As he listen them introduce themselves. This jumping dude seemed scared. He was either the next to die or he'd out live them all in Raylan's estimations.
Then there was that other with the eyes. Loki Cage? What kinda horse shit name was that? It certainly got Raylans attention. Raylan couldn't help but give him a what the hell look. Dudes eyes looked like a cats and his nails where all sharp. Was this dude a drag queen or something? Raylan didn't even bother with a comment on that name. Really dude? Who names themselves Loki Cage?
"Not all of us need baby sitting Frank. Most of us should be fine. I doubt there's any survivors do identify any of us. Most everyone here looks like a normal human, except Tattoos and the Drag Queen over there. " Raylan said being the devil's advocate. He didn't know what happened with Frank, but he was willing to bet that no of the people he fought made it out a live.