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[have_no_mercy]

It's not unusual for Tess to be entertaining a guest. It's really not unusual for that guest to be Zod. What isn't the norm is that he's not the only person she's expecting.

It's time, they've decided, to put their plan into action, to attempt to rid themselves of one of the nuisances in their lives. Darkseid has been summoned to the mansion on the pretext of potentially another adventure or evening of games. Security has been told to notify Tess when he arrives and everything else is in place for what's really going to take place. Or so she - and Zod - hope.

So until he does make his presence known, they'll just have to wait. One way or another, it's going to be an interesting evening.

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[kneel-majorzod.livejournal.com]

At first, Zod doesn't even realize that the blade has entered his flesh. He's aware that his limbs suddenly feel weak and numb and that his legs have collapsed beneath him, but that's about all. So he's genuinely surprised when he looks down and sees the hilt of the knife protruding from his chest.

He's also only vaguely aware of Tess' presence beside him as he collapses the rest of the way onto the floor.

[darkseidofmoon.livejournal.com]

Darkseid looks down at the two of them with a sort of bored indifference. One of his hands runs lightly through Tess' hair as he leans down to whisper in her ear. "I'm not done playing yet."

With that, he straightens, a small smile on his face as he turns and exits as nonchalantly as he arrived.

[have_no_mercy]

Tess jerks away from his touch and watches almost in shock as he simply walks away. And that's when her brain kicks back in and she realizes she's still on her knees beside Zod, still trying to stop the inevitable bleeding.

"Major," she calls, her voice as firm and clear as she can make it, trying to get his attention. "Major, look at me."

[kneel-majorzod.livejournal.com]

Zod struggles to clear his vision as he recognizes Tess' voice somewhere above him. It's strangely distant and difficult to hear, as there seems to be an inconvenient pounding in his ears--possibly his heart beat--and it takes him a moment to comply with her request. He does eventually manage it, however, and somehow he's able to focus in on her face and her voice, furrowing his brow with an odd mix of pain and confusion.

[have_no_mercy]

"Don't try to talk or move, just.. relax for once in your life, okay?" Yes, she's attempting to inject some semblance of humour in this, despite the fact that she can tell the situation is very not good.

She scans the room quickly trying to find anything that might help, when her gaze falls on a leather pouch sitting on the bookshelf. "I have to go for just a minute, but I'll be right back, I promise."

[kneel-majorzod.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, the Major can't relax, because with his slightly increased awareness, the gravity of the situation is starting to sink in. As well as the stabbing pain in his chest, which he'll do his best to ignore. But he is a trained soldier, and he can tell his wound is lethal.

"Tess," he chokes out after a moment, reaching out with a shaky hand to take her arm and prevent her departure. Sorry, Tess, but he has some things to say before he dies. "My people... You need to...move them."

[have_no_mercy]

At some point, Tess will remember to smack him for not being able to at least listen to her when he's dying. Luckily, she's actually too concerned to do that right now and instead attempts to remove his hand. There's something to be said for a death grip, however.

"You can move them yourself if you need to, because you're going to be fine. But you need to let me go for one minute."

[kneel-majorzod.livejournal.com]

He attempts to shake his head, but the movement is cut short by another sharp stab of pain, leaving him grimacing and unable to speak for a long moment. It also causes him to let go of her arm, and he doesn't bother taking it again.

Finally, "No...I'm not. And I need you...to protect them when I'm gone."

[have_no_mercy]

"Stop talking. That's an order, Major." Not that she really expects that to work, but it's all she's got. And since he has let her go, she'll take advantage of it and all but scamper around the room, grabbing the pouch, her suit jacket from the back of her desk chair and her glass of half filled water before returning to his side.

"I need to remove the knife," she explains, wrapping her jacket around the base of it and then pushing her hair out of her face as best as she can with her arm as her hands are kind of... covered in his blood. "It's probably going to hurt. A lot. And you're going to black out for a few minutes, but you are going to be all right."

[kneel-majorzod.livejournal.com]

"You can't save me, Tess," he whispers, looking up at her with unmasked regret. "And you need to know it's...not your fault."

He falls silent for a moment when speech becomes too great a challenge and then nods down at the knife before looking up at the ceiling. "Get it out."

[have_no_mercy]

"Yes, I can. Trust me."

Tess takes a hold of the hilt, pressing the gathered material to his chest in order to absorb the blood that will be forthcoming. "Take a deep breath," she whispers and once he does, she pulls the knife out.

[kneel-majorzod.livejournal.com]

The intense pain that follows leaves his senses numb, and the loud pounding in his ears returns. Whether or not he cries out in the moment the knife leaves his flesh he's not entirely sure; he can hear little else but the beating of his own heart.

His vision blurs almost immediately once the knife is out and then continues to darken as he fights a losing battle to remain conscious through the blood loss and pain.

[have_no_mercy]

The knife is tossed away immediately and Tess applies pressure to the wound with both hands for a few minutes, until Zod's eyes appear lifeless and glassy. After a few deep breaths of her own, she fumbles with the pouch and removes a filled syringe, making sure any air is pushed out.

Tess rolls up his sleeve with remarkably steady hands and injects the liquid slowly. Then she waits, fingers pressed to his wrist, hoping for a pulse.