Hat Flood Memory: Carcosa (cw violence)

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He really didn't want to go into the maze. But Rust was in there. That man was in there. He couldn't leave Rust in danger. So he went in, squinting against the darkness.
Inside was a tangle of stone, bare branches, and clothes he didn't look too closely at. He quickly became disoriented, confused by the twisting, turning paths. He kept hitting dead ends, having to retrace his steps, cursing under his breath. He had a feeling he was on a strict time limit and he did not want to lose any more.
When he got to the center of the maze, he aimed automatically at the big man hunched over Rust and fired. He managed a couple of shots before the guy threw and axe straight into his chest and he went down. The pain was horrible, almost crushing. He didn't notice that the guy had moved until he grabbed the axe and started pulling it out of him. He had enough strength to try and keep it where it was, though. Deprive the enemy of a weapon and keep the blood in him. Just as he was failing to do that, a shot rang out and the guy fell over dead.
Rust was lying behind him, holding a gun. He let the axe fall out of the wound almost absentmindedly and crawled over to him. Rust was almost gutted, too badly hurt to last long. Then the dumb bastard pulled the knife out. He tried to staunch the bleeding and pulled himself up so he was sitting, with Rust's head in his lap. He hoped help would come soon.

Hat Flood Memory: Fighting Rust (cw violence)

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When he heard that Rust was at the station, anger flooded through him. He'd taken a few steps away from his desk before he realized that he didn't want to kill him. Just beat the shit out of him. So he left his gun and his rings in his drawer, took off his coat and tie. Then he headed to the door.
By the time he got to the door, he was practically running. Rust was just walking through the parking lot, heading in to work like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't been suspended. Like he hadn't fucked Maggie.
He was slamming into Rust almost before he realized he had gotten to him. He started punching him, as hard as he could. The rest of the fight was a blur, until Rust threw him against his truck. That shocked him out of his rage for a second, but he only got a few blows in before the people watching them finally broke them apart.
Watching Rust leave Salter's office was one of the weirdest moments of his life. First, he was relieved, glad he wouldn't have to see that fucker's face around anymore. Then, for some godawful reason, he felt sad that Rust was leaving. Even after what the conniving fuck did, he still felt bad that his partner was walking away from him. So he did what he always did, he shoved that feeling way down deep and headed out in search of a drink.