Losing is Everything

<ooc: Thanks to everyone for the response from the poll>
Who: Medibay Lot.Where: Promenade, Medibay.
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  Alexander and Tara ran as hard as they could mange after the insane personality. Sean ducked up and down, left and right throughthe teeming masses that populated the Promenade. He was in the perfect escape zone, there was very little chance of him beingcaptured by the two wenches that followed him.   He dashed past a small couple that were selling oranges, and swiped one from their outside stock. Then he dived into a large shopselling various neckties. He watched, with intense glee, as the figures of Cleavage and Alexander passed by, the former shoutingsomething along the lines of:  "I don’t see him, I don’t see him!"  "Maybe he’s crouching!" shouted Alexander.  Sean poked his head out of the shop and watched the two women push their way past people and stalls and disappear from view.  "Just too quick in the old uptake dear maidens," he mused. The effects of sleep deprivation had taken their tool. There was no goingback now. His eyes were darkly ringed and the white of his eyes no longer white. The blood vessels within them had taken over as thedominant colour. His hair was a ruffled mop, and his chin, whilst beardless, contained stubble so large that it too had stubble.  He ran out of the shop and sped into the nearby elevator. His clothes were messy and crumpled, and his hands were littered with cutsand slices. He was a mess. His head throbbing, he decided to get some aspirin.  "Where coulds’t I seeketh aspirin?" he asked, mocking the personality that was stowed somewhere in the back of his mind.  He waited and then beamed hideously.  "The Medibay!" he shouted happily.
  Doctor Keto leant backwards in his chair, asleep. He’d finally drifted off about ten minutes earlier. None of the teams had bothered himfor the last half hour and he was relishing the midday nap. This changed when a loud static burst shook him from dreamland, startled himand caused his chair to topple backwards. He grumbled pathetically as he dusted himself off, stood back up and grabbed hold of the two way radio.  "What is it? He growled into the receiver.  "This is Cleavage and Alexander. We found him on the promenade, but he’s given us the slip. We think he’s changing floors by now. Hemay be sleep deprived, but he’s not stupid," came Tara’s voice through the walky-talky.  Keto was about to reply when he noticed someone enter the Medibay. The sharpened metal blade glinted in the light and Sean shookhis head, his mouth becoming a warped smile of pleasure and pain.   "Keto? You okay?" Tara’s voice asked again.  Sean shook his head.  "Of course I’m okay, just get back to looking for that damned personality!" he said into the speaker, before dropping the radio onto thedesk.  "Superb acting. Even thy foulest Shakespeare would have been proud of you," Sean complimented. He glanced around the Medibay.  "So everyone is out after me?" he asked, his voice wavering between insanity and full-blown hysteria.  "Yes. You’re a danger," explained Keto, nonplussed.  "Danger? Dangerous, the girl is so dangerous!" smiled Sean. "I knew a girl once. However, she was no danger. What’s in store for hernow? I beg to differ," Sean rattled off madly.  "What are you planning to do to me?" Keto asked Sean, tiring of his madness.  "You? I could never hurt you, Chris. You’re my best friend. I want headache killers. Take away the pain," Sean stated.  ‘Chris?’ thought Keto. ‘He really does think I’m that idiot that hung around with him. Maybe I could use that to my advantage.   "Aspirin?" asked Keto, reaching for a bottle he kept in his desk drawer.  "No thank you, I smoke a pipe," replied Sean.   Sean was disturbed by a large human growling from inside the quarantine room to his left, and he couldn’t help but look over at theidentical image that had his face pressed up against the glass, teeth bared.  "Doggy!" cried Sean, swiftly taking a tranquilliser from his backpack and brandishing it to the dog like Shakespeare.  "Doggy go knock out!" he cried once more, Keto still behind his desk, determined not to interfere with the mad man.  Sean strode over to the quarantine room and leapt in. He squared off to the dog like Shakespeare, who was crouched down andgrowling even more.  ‘4-98 Rover Ten Twelve, Hut hut!" he shouted and flung the tranquilliser at the dog. It hit his neck deftly, and dog like Shakespearestopped in mid growl. He whined and crashed to the floor, unconscious.  Sean picked him up, and pulled him easily out of the room.  "Now, Chris, Doggywoggy and I are to be going now, without interference. If so much as someone tries, this skull slicer, slices," hegrinned, pressing the surgical instrument come murderous weapon to Dog Shakespeare’s head.  Keto nodded silently, and watched as Sean dragged the dog from the Medibay. As soon as they had vanished and the doors closed,Keto picked up his radio.  "Who’s nearest to the Medibay?!" he shouted and asked at the same time through it.  "Coffey and Wildflower are," said Wildflower.  "Get here as quick as you can," said Keto. "Sean was just here and he now has a hostage, Dog Shakespeare."   Sean carefully backed up, away from the Medibay, grinning as he held dog Shakespeare.  "This certainly bees fun oh yes," he said to himself. He stopped as the Medibay doors opened, and watched as Keto froze.  "Ah, you’re still there," he told Sean.  "Yes. Yes, I am," agreed Sean.  There was silence, and Sean backed up more, but this time slower. Had he been paying any attention to Keto’s eyes, he would havenoticed the doctor glancing at the figure of Wildflower, who was hiding behind the corner on Sean’s right. Wildflower held a metal baseballbat, and was waiting patiently till Sean reached the ‘home-run’ line.  He backed up more, still slowly, and still Wildflower waited patiently.   "You know what doctor?" Sean asked.  "What?" replied Keto, ever so slightly nodding to Wildflower that this was the time.  "I think dog Shakespeare has outlived his stay about ship." Sean placed the skull slicer to Dog Shakespeare’s forehead and smiled.  ‘NOW!" shouted Keto.  Wildflower swung the bat as hard as she could and there was a sickening crunch and cracking noise as it impacted the back of Sean’shead. Sean’s eyes widened and he fell forward, landing on top of Dog Shakespeare. Almost at once, a pile of blood from the back ofSean’s head began to flow out, but more worriedly, so did one from the front of Dog Shakespeare’s head.  Keto rushed over to Sean’s body, which was limp. He turned away from the large split in Sean’s head.  "Wildflower," he said with genuine horror. "I think you’ve killed him."   Wildflower was perfectly still, the look of worry on her face rigid and unmoving. Keto took hold of Sean’s hand and checked for a pulse.When none was forthcoming, he tried on the neck too. It was dead. He muttered and moved Sean to the side, whilst overturning DogShakespeare. Keto sighed placed a hand to his forehead, before sobbing gently. The skull slicer had been forced into DogShakespeare’s head by the fall. Keto checked for a pulse on the body of Dog Shakespeare too. It was also quiet.  "Wildflower," said Keto quietly looking up at the trainee surgeon. "They’re both dead."  Wildflower began to cry.  "Not only that," she said, the tears flowing. "But so is Shakespeare and Trisees."  Keto looked down at the two bodies, the realisation sweeping over him.  "We’d better get them inside the Medibay," he said, hurrying back to the bay to get stretchers.  Hazel Coffey rounded the corner, breathless. She spotted Wildflower kneeling down about 40 metres away from her and rushed over.  "Any luck, I can’t find hi…" she began, panting. She halted dead in her tracks when she saw the two bodies on the floor.  Wildflower looked up at Coffey miserably.  "Hazel, I’m…I’m…"  "No. No, no," stated Coffey seriously and shaking her head. "No, that’s not him. It can’t be."  There was a protracted silence, before Coffey too began to cry.  Keto arrived moments later with the two stretchers, and gingerly he, Wildflower and Coffey, moved the bodies.

  4 hours later, after Cleavage and Alexander had been informed of the accident, Keto had arranged for a small funeral to take place in theMedibay for the Medicrew. When the ship wasn’t being overrun by strange communists and a singer that wanted to drag the ship into ablack hole, then there would be time for a bigger one, but for now, it would be a small affair.  Doctor Keto, Nurse Cleavage, Plastic Surgeon Coffey, Surgeon Wildflower, Machine Specialist Alexander and the recently found BigPink Tree stood in front of the two coffins. They were all dressed in their best uniforms, aside from the Tree who was blossoming blackflowers to show his sadness instead.  "What can one say about these…four…personalities. The dog? Well, he was a canine. And that was about the only thing he had goingfor him. Sean? A reckless man, who knows what might have become of him here on board had he only been allowed to sleep. Trisees? Aman that I thoroughly liked, his loss will be the toughest to endure. As for Shakespeare, a person that I’ve known for a good part of 12 years, well, ‘He’st mayeth hast annoyedeth mineself upons’t many occasion, howeverm’th, his’t wath friendship.’"  Keto sat down and allowed the other members of the Medicrew stand and give their own words of wisdom. However, Coffey andAlexander were the only two that had nothing to say appearing to be at a loss.  Keto once again rose and looked around at the Medicrew.  "Would anyone like to say anything else?" At the lengthy silence, Keto nodded.  "And so," said Keto, "we confine their bodies to space as we have so many other crew members. Good luck, William Shakespeare,Lawrence Trisees, Sean Mayer and Dog like Creature that should never have been granted the gift of life. You shall be missed."  Keto pressed the button, which had long grown old and dusty, and the Medibay crew watched as the coffins containing the two bodiesentered two morgue shelves. There was a slight vacuum noise as the doors to the morgue shelves buckled slightly, and the coffins shotout into space, disappearing from the view in the Medibay and becoming mere specks of grey in the endless black of the universe.

<ooc: Wait…did I? Nah, I couldn’t have. No yes, yes I did just kill of my main characters. I wonder how many of you saw that onecoming? ;)>