Crossing Paths... (PHUNKE)

[chaseee]

Marcuss Templing

I gently sat on the rough dirt, not breaking my gaze from the brilliant ball of flame above.

The sun was setting. It was a beauty I was never really able to glimpse, always being in training at this time. I had bailed today though. Not because I didn't want to work, but to make Jeff mad. Oh, how I hated him.

I could still feel that cold inkling of insanity in the back of my brain that was always trying to take hold of my mind and body. I had forced it away, being stronger than it. It only reappeared in my times of need, and sometimes I was grateful for it's presence.

The sun was already haflway below the horizon. The natural light was being replaced by artificial back in town, I knew. It seemed strange to me, that District 1 always had power, whereas the lower Districts only had it during live screenings of the Hunger Games. I hated to think ill of the Capitol, but....

Something stirred to my left, towards the woods. The person/thing was not in my line of vision, however, so I had no idea who or what this newcomer was.

I unhesitantly reached for one of two of my throwing knives, sheathed at my belt. I narrowed my eyes to slits, trying to see into the darkness. And then... FINALLY! It was a person after all. A girl, it looked like.

Guess who?

I groaned. Every time it found I was alone and carrying a weapon, it always pushed itself into my mind. I hated these moments, when I had very little control over myself.

I know you don't trust me anymore Marcuss, but beleive me when I tell you this, that girl is a threat to your life. If you hesitate even in the slightest, she won't hesitate to kill you. Do with that what you will.

For once, I beleived It. If this girl wasn't a threat to me, why was she slinking back there in the shadows, where I couldn't see her. Oh well. I was a Career and Careers aren't supposed to hesitate. So I didn't. And besides, there was no one around here to see it even if I did kill this girl.

With that thought, I took aim the best I could, and threw the knife.

Attacks Phunke
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Deep Gash on Right Calf

I heard a solid THUNK!, and knew my blade had found purchase, and knew it was only a matter of time untill I met my stalker.

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[phunke]

katie morven

Katie felt...blind. Or she wanted to. How nice it must be to be blind, she thought. To wander and not care where you go. So she did. Allowing her eyes to glaze over, she left all powers of direction and propulsion to her feet, which gained a mind of their own and began to quicken. Focus on the wrench, she thought. The wrench. The wrench. Her fragile hand tightened around its metal handle, giving her comfort.
Katie wasn't usually one to flee her factory shift early, but it was too much. Making light switches had been easy, but her new factory produced showers, and it was all too much. Having to fit into a new routine, forge a reputation with new people, use different types of wrenches. It was all too much for Katie, and so she'd fled with nothing but the wrench in hand and the steady drip of saltwater on her face.
She shut her eyes tighter, clung to the wrench for stability, and willed her legs to move faster. They did; and though she tripped numerous times, the girl finally found that the backs of her eyelids had cooled: She was in a damp, shady area, a forest probably. Now she allowed her eyes to open, and slowed down from her dead run to a steady jog. She wandered through the woods, enjoying the incline. Beauty, she thought. I need beauty. For she had tried blindness, and rejected it. Now she wanted her powers of sight to be used for good. There was nothing to see in the endless grey-and-white of a shower factory; surely there was something here?
There was.
Katie stopped dead as the forest ended abruptly and she found herself with a steep hill to her right and a dropping cliff to her left. She took a moment to take in the sunset on the left side, her eyes widening. Beauty; she had found it. Finally.
But straight ahead...a person? Oh. He must have been doing something private. Embarrassed, and not wanting to intrude, she quickly turned and tried to run silently back into the woods. The girl tripped and as her right leg flew back, pain erupted. A shriek flew out of her mouth and she squeezed the wrench in her right hand so hard it would surely break.
No, she whispered. No, no...
The blade slipped out of her calf, and with a rising tide of vomit in her throat, the girl stumbled back out onto the rocky top-of-the-cliff. Her wide, terrified eyes looked upon the boy-man.
Wh-why... she said. Why?
No other words came out, but a fair amount of vomit did.

[Katie does not attack.]

[chaseee]

Marcuss Templing

Bulls-eye! I laughed as the girl fell to the ground. Laughed as she gazed at me in confusion. Laughed as she asked me why?

Well, hun, I think everybody would like to know why I have done some of the things I have. But, even I don't know the answer to that question.

I strolled over to where she lay, and bent over her, engulfing her in my shadow. I glanced over my knife. It was just laying there, covered in this girl's blood.

And you couldn't have wiped my knife off for me? Now it's probably contaminated with whatever filthy diseases you have in your body!

That's it Marcuss. Get her! She doesn't need any more talking-to. You need to plunge that knife right down into her to frail heart. She wants it. She welcomes her own death, Marcuss. Just look at her. Just laying there waiting for you to finish her off! DO IT!

The reasonable part of my mind warned me that this was wrong, that I shouldn't be doing this, but I didn't listen. Surely this girl would fight back if she didn't want to die, right?

Right!

I smiled, fondly. It had turned up to warn me my life was in danger, and then gave me advice on what to do next. I just hoped It stayed in good spirits, because honestly, I don't know what I would do without it.

Attacks Katie:
[dice=200+2000]
Block

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[phunke]

The laughter. It stabbed into Katie; first in her arm, then her stomach, her calf - doubling her agony from the bleeding wound. Finally, the laughter stabbed her in the face. She felt shock first, then pain. It erupted in her right cheekbone and sent waves of torture through her brain. Another scream, this one lower but louder and more unstable, tore from her mouth and she bent over on her hands and knees. Vomit-smell filled her nostrils and the bile in her mouth threatened to make a reappearance. She swallowed mightily, gulping and gasping like a fish on land. Her throat burned, seeming to do so as much as her calf. The stab wound flashed between burning-flame-hot and frigid cold, switching back and forth so quickly it made the girl dizzy. Her mind spun.
So when his words should have been cutting into her, instead they seemed to...heal her? It was confusing. Everything was. But the stab wounds from his laughter were subsiding, patching, morphing. Morphing into - was it anger she felt? Katie wasn't sure, but when she managed to process a few words in her delirious mind and realized he was talking about her having some filthy disease, what else could she have been feeling but fury? Huge, pure, hulking fury. It consumed her mind, blinding her to the pain and the beauty and confusion.
She would not take it. Katie Morven would not cower and scream on the ground. This anger wouldn't allow her to, and Katie was never one to defy her own emotions.
When the knife came down, the wrench came up to block it by instinct alone. She'd never fought before, of course; but her reactions were fairly quick, and some sort of idea was fighting its way through her tangled thoughts. When it escaped the abyss and clawed into the forefront of her mind, this idea immediately began to ricochet around Katie's head, slamming itself against the inside walls of her skull: begging, demanding, to be not just acknowledged but accepted. The idea: Fight.
And fight she did. What choice did the girl have?

[Katie attacks Marcuss with a blunt object]
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By now, Katie was sure she was hallucinating. Or at least deliriously, disturbingly insane. Her vision rocked back and forth with her shaking knees, and every flick of her eyes from the boy-man to the cliff-edge brought her a fresh wave of nausea. So when she clumsily swung her right arm out, still gripping the wrench like she clung to life, it was no surprised that Katie's attack was blocked.

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[chaseee]

Marcuss Templing

Fanciful visions swam through my head.

Jeff drops to the floor, clutching at his heart, unable to draw in a breath. I stand over him, laughing gleefully in his dying face. I bring down the butcher knife he is so fond of during my training sessions, right into his over-large stomach. I wrench the blade up, delighted as he screams in agony.

~

I am in the Hunger Games. I have just pulled one of my blades out of my remaining opponent's chest. I smile, full of glee, as his cannon fires. Birds fly out of their cozy nests, startled by the loud, sudden noise. The victory music plays, and I am filled with warmth. I am a champion. My mother would have been proud. I am carried to the Capitol by another lousy hovercraft, and there I sit in the Victor throne, the crown upon my head, watching my best moments...

~

I stand above the girl I am facing now, muttering taunts to her. She is near death, I can tell. I bet she is wishing she were dead. I know I would if I were in her state. Three knives sticking out of three different places (one in her leg, one in her stomach, and one in her arm), and I am already bearing down upon her with yet another one. This time, I aim to kill. I shove the already bloody blade between her ribcages, gazing at her in wonder as she takes a final, forced breath...

~

I shake my head, coming back to reality. The girl still lay there, with only two wounds. I gaze at my knife, wondering wether it's a good time to kill her yet.

Not yet, Marcuss. Let her suffer. Let her know what it feels like to cross the path of Marcuss Templing!

I smile. I have grown very fond of my small voice. I don't like to think of what my life would be like if it left, or if someone took it away from me.

See, that's just it Marcuss. This girl is trying to take me away from you. She knows that if she kills you, me and you will be seperated. Forever...

I glare back down at the girl. How dare she? And then I wonder, why am I saying this in my head? How dare you! You are a sick twisted person. You are a miserable excuse for a human being! I cannot beleive I breathe the same air as you!

I raise my knife to strike again, but pause to think. Using the knife, she might die quick. No, no, no. Better to draw it out. Make it hurt.

I raise the tiny gun, and take aim.

Attacks Katie:
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Arrow/Dart in Calf

I smile yet again, as the dart submerges itself in her calf, almost all the way to the tip. I glance around, repulsed, at the amount of vomit she has managed to force out of her mouth. I don'y understand how there could be any squeamish people left in the world. Weren't we all forced to watch the Hunger Games? Yet this girl gets sick at the sight of a tiny little scratch?

I load the gun again, giving her all the time in the world to attack me again.

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[phunke]

ooc; Just to let you know, there was a minor correction I thought I'd make in your last post just to make sure we're clear? 'The girl still lay there, with only two wounds.' Katie, at that point [pre-this post] only has one wound, the calf-stab. I know my last post was really confusing though with her talking about pain all over her body. She's just...what can I say? She's crazy. Like me.

Mmkay that's all. Sorry to be OCD, I guess Katie's rubbing off on me a bit. :]

Too much too much too much.

Katie didn't remember falling back onto the ground after he blocked her attack, but she did. She felt her elbows and lower back collide harshly with the unforgiving surface in a rush of inertia and numbness jarred her bones. For the pain of that impact was small in comparison with everything else, and it merely made her feel less aware of her nerve endings and their signals to her poor, confused brain. How is this happening?
Garbled words fell from her mouth, pushing each other out of the way in their quest to find open air.
I don't...Why- why- no!...too-too m-mu-...p-please...can't...wrench. Knife, knife knife knife knife-
The words stopped and the girl's eyes bugged. Her hair, matted into thick strands with sweat and mud and vomit, clung stickily to the teenager's terrified face, accenting the visual impression that she was crazy. Rays of red light reflected off the skin on her arms - wet and slick - but never reached her eyes. The girl's eyes should have been alive, but appeared strangely unfeeling. In reality, there was too much feeling; an emotional overload which Katie had never felt, and which her eyes could never express. It was pain and terror and everything her nightmares had teased her of; it was the whimpering cries that escaped from her when she woke up at four in the morning, hopelessly tangled in her covers and coated in cold-but-hot sweat; it was her father telling her she wasn't good enough. Most of all, it was this terrible man-boy with eyes that sparkled with insanity, smiling - actually smiling - as he held up a knife, telling her lies [were they lies? Katie had no idea, but they induced dry sobs from her anyway], then sheathed it in favor of...some other small object? Katie couldn't tell. She knew that it was no friend of hers.
Therefore, the near-instantaneous pain in her calf shouldn't have surprised the girl. Yet somehow it did; a shock of electricity and a pinprick that went too deep; a hurt that did not radiate outward, but rather concentrated on that one spot. She dared a glance at it which she immediately regretted: the dart was almost completely buried in her flesh.
You- you- she screamed, you-
But the tide of words had receded. Words were never important anyway.
Somehow, she managed to raise her arm, still shaking violently, and threw her whole body weight behind it as she struck out at the boy with her trusty wrench, an ever-thinning thread holding her to what was once a sane consciousness.

[Katie attacks Marcuss with a blunt weapon]
[dice=200+7000]

She took no satisfaction from her weapon finally hitting flesh, but it at least assured her panicking body that she was, indeed, doing something to stop the tide of hurt. Katie's fist was now wrapped so securely around the wrench's handle that her whitened knuckles throbbed and began to turn purple. Still, some part of her mind felt a tiny bit relieved as she managed to bruise his right shin.

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[chaseee]

[[OOC- Oh yeah, sorry! I forgot my second attack was blocked!]]

Marcuss Templing

I let out a surprised hiss, as her wrench made contact with my right shin. Immediately, it began to ache like no other. I was quite sure there would be a pretty large bruise there later in the day.

The sun glinted off the shiny metal on my gun. I stared at it, transfixed. There is such beauty in the world, you know girl. I have no idea why I said it.

Marcuss, she doesn't care about beautiful things in the world. She is a killer, as are you! Finish her off now or you will certainly regret it later!

It was right. This girl was a killer. And I had a bruised shin to prove it. I aimed the dart gun again, and fired.

Attacks Katie:
[dice=200+4000]
Arrow In Bicep

I laughed again, this time producing a scary deranged sound. Hurts, doesn't it? I wiped dirt out of my eyes, still chuckling. I wondered what the rest of the District was doing right about now. Couldn't be anything more fun than this. No, most certainly not.

I gazed at the blood practically running off her, and find myself laughing again. The laugh shakes me so hard, I have fallen to the ground and have not even noticed. My brain is intent on still laughing.

Soon, the laughs turn to pain, and I find myself clutching my ribs for support. I try to get up on my knees, but stumble forward, falling flat on my face.

My laughs have transformed into howls of pain. There is nothing I can do to stop it. I gaze over at the girl I just injured yet again. She must be confused. One minute, I'm a crazy ass killer, the next I'm rolling on the floor in pain.

All I can do is look up into the bright Heavens, and hope it will stop soon.

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[phunke]

Why? Why was he doing this to her? Why? Shooting her and talking about beauty and taunting, always taunting? What did he care of beauty, anyway? He was examining his gun after all; a gun was a death instrument, certainly not something of beauty. Not to Katie anyhow - maybe this man-boy had different concepts of beauty than she. Her bleary mind raced in every possible direction in a frenzy. Only one idea caught her attention: what else did men value as beautiful? Women.
And then her why question was answered, in the most horrible way possible.
This man, this monster, was trying - no, was going - to take advantage of her.

The largest shudder yet wracked the girl's body, but she didn't scream even as her body instinctively ground itself into the rocks, trying to become the dirt below her. Everything hurt and her chest was too tight, far too tight for any sort of respiration.

You- you monster! she yelled, a wild, furious animal.
How-how dare you, of course it hurts, you-monster, trying to- to-
The words tumbled in a terrifying rush from her mouth. A wall of tears, a hundred feet tall and ten feet thick, tried to force itself out of her eyes. Feeling an enormous headache but even more afraid than before - this was not how she could even fathom losing her virtue, it was too impossible - she stood, shakily. Then fell. Then again, with a tenacity belonging only to Katie, her knees produced just enough upward force to help her off the ground. Trying to draw strength from this success but mostly failing, the girl clenched her teeth and, with one arm out for balance and the other raised behind her head, looked down at the man-boy. He was laughing, actually laughing, Katie supposed that this shouldn't be surprising since he was clearly a psychotic, manic molester, but in her current state it still set off sirens in her mind. She groaned, but continued to trudge toward him, eyes narrowing in hate.
You- she sputtered. That's- that's- despicable-
Nothing was coming out right, but it didn't matter. She tried to convince herself that he looked vulnerable rolling around on the ground, clutching his stomach, but could not. She realized that he was just trying to fool her - make her think that he was in pain while he was just waiting to lunge for her to pin her down. That was when he would assault her. But she wouldn't let that happen. She would hit now, before he realized she was capable of reacting. So down her right arm came, trusty wrench leading the defensive strike.
Katie Morven was not going to be raped. She was not.

[Katie attacks Marcuss]
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The wrench came down forcefully, bruising his right hand. Katie could only hope that that was his dominant hand, so that maybe she'd stand even a fragment of a chance.

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[chaseee]

Marcuss Templing

I swore as the wrench collided with my right hand. I dropped the knife I was holding, and glared down at the girl I was facing. She would pay. Oh yes she would.

I picked up my knife again, and began thinking of more ways I could torture this young girl. I could always tear her entrails out, peice by peice. But, nah, not creative enough. I thought about tearing her eyeballs out, and stepping on them, making sure she would never be able to use them again. I sighed, and decided on the tactic I had been using prior. Stabbing her repeatedly, ensuring a nice, clow death.

I held the knife up, pointing the blade down, towards her body. I brought it back, and swung it down yet again.

Attacks Katie
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Back

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[phunke]

Katie wanted so badly to run. She had to. Seeing this man's furious face, watching him as he surely contemplated her assault and subsequent murder, every ounce of logic in the girl's body screamed for her to sprint away as fast as she could. Yet she stood, frozen to the ground. She didn't want to feel his glare, watch him select a weapon. Her feet were rooted as though in a plaster mold, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Finally, when he brought the knife up again, Katie's body decided to take her brain's advice. She spun and began to ran, gaining speed as she flew over the rocky ground, when a brief shrill whistle was followed by a knife grazing her back. Katie's back instinctively arched forward, away from the blow, yet it was still a serious injury. The pain, the back-arch: It was too much for Katie. She fell flat on the ground, sand filing against her skin and rocks pressing into her entire body. Panicking, and not willing to part with her wrench, Katie lunged for the nearest fist-size rock and picked it up lightly. Her left, non-dominant hand flung the stone over her shoulder as the girl's torso pivoted around to face the oncoming man. She felt clumsy, awkward, throwing the rock - but what was a girl to do, really? She wanted to keep her antagonist far away.

[katie attacks marcuss]

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The rock, flying at a velocity Katie hadn't anticipated, collided with the boy and gashed his left arm, probably also bruising it. Katie couldn't tell. All she knew was that maybe, just maybe, she had delayed her attacker's antagonism for one small moment.

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[chaseee]

Marcuss Templing

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I grimaced in pain as the rock cut into my skin. I have to admit, I was surprised at the girl's strength. But she was still no match for me. I glanced down at the bloodied rock. Was that what I was going to be reduced to? I had thrown my knife, and there didn't seem to be any other weapon out here.
I could always use my hands. I was surely strong enough for that. But shouldn't I save my strength? Just incase? I shrugged. The rock was okay for now.
I hefted the large earth chunk onto my shoulder. I glared down at my blood. It mocked me. It told me I was not good enough to be a Career. I would never win the Games. I looked over at the girl, making sure she was looking at me. I lifted the rock to my head, and licked the red liquid off the rough material. I laughed, gazing up at the sky, which was currently a brilliant orange-red. Well that was a perfect way to sum up my mood too! Hurrah for sunsets!

Now be a good little Career, and pound that demon girl in the head with that.
Ah, there's Voice. I knew he wouldn't let me down. He always seemed to pop up when I needed him the most. And, he always gave me excellent advice. Today was only the tip of the iceburg.
Well Voice, I thought, you haven't steered me wrong yet. I could really use some advice now.
I just did. Finish her off!
Hmmm... I decided against the rock. I threw it down, and looked around, frantically for a new weapon.
I almost missed it, but the gleam of the blade drew my eyes. An axe? In the middle of the forest? Well what d'ya know? And I was pretty good with an axe, as my training records show. I smiled ruefully at the girl. Before she could understand what I was doing, I dove into the grass, snatching up the hefty weapon. I quickly whipped around, swinging the axe full-force.[/blockquote]

[[Attacks Katie]]
[dice=200+11000]
[[Shallow Cut on Left Bicep]]

I snarled in dissapointment as the blade swung low, grazing her arm. Well that just would not do. I brought the axe back again, and prepared myself for whatever was to come next.

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[phunke]

Falling. It was such a terrible, sickly sensation; she fought against it with what little might remained in her tattered body, yet Katie could not resist her shaky, slow-motion descent to the ground after she threw the rock. Her arm had been flung out, her abdomen pivoted around, and suddenly her other arm gave way and she was pushing, pushing against the rocks and sand, willing herself to stay up in a tenuous couch rather than collapse through the foot of air between herself and the ground. Katie hated it. She groaned, face turned sideways, and her dry tongue darted out to lick her lips, only to be met with more sand. She sputtered, revolted, and attempted to roll over. Failed.
Her eyes caught something, something that gleamed for an instant with reflected orange light. Then it was gone, and two moving feet occupied her vision. Katie looked up and saw the insane boy-man licking a rock. She knew that she should've felt revolted, disgusted, yet as the creature looked skyward all Katie felt was fear, and a twinge of something that might've been anger. But Katie was never one to be angry. So she stopped looking at the psychotic thing and stared at the grass, longing to see that fleeting orange glint once more.
The ground trembled as his licking-rock hit the ground, and so did Katie. Yet her eyes, desperately focused on one patch of grass, were rewarded with another glint of light from a short blade. His throwing knife.
Anxiously, automatically, the girl glanced up. He seemed distracted, reaching down for something in the tall grass...
Determinedly, Katie shot onto her knees and had just plunged her left arm forward when a sting ripped across it.
She cringed, but was it too late? Katie concluded it was. There was no point in taking her hand back now when it was so close to the dagger's hilt.

Once she had it, the girl hardly hesitated. She shifted back onto her knees. He was so close. So dangerous.
The knife flew from her slippery wet hand, shaking pitifully in the dry evening air as it strained to find a target.

[katie attacks marcuss]
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Somehow, the knife found its target, however unintentional. How, Katie wondered, had she even achieved a deep gash to the chest on this boy-man? It was a feat to be proud of in any circumstance but her own, surely.
Surely heroism was a myth when it came to life and death.
Katie didn't want to be a hero; she wanted to be a factory-worker. She wanted to lose this battle and be picked up by a helicopter. She wanted to lose, but how to do it? Her own hands had given her precious time, sent a knife toward his heart. Surely she was meant to survive.
Surely she should want to.

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[chaseee]

Marcuss Templing

Well wha'd'ya know. Looks like this failure of a human being had some backbone after all. Not much, but it was still there.
I grimaced at the sharp pain that blossomed on my chest. She had got me good. If When I got out of this fight, I would have to see a doctor of some sort. There was no way I could walk around with this untreated for long.
Well, even more reason to finish her off.

I glared down at the knife, my knife, and let out a snarl of rage. My blood coated the shiny metal. I glared up at the girl. More and more blood was drawn. And why? Because my voice told me to.
The air wreaked of flesh and pus and blood. I sniffed it in, inhaling the scent. It would smell ten times worse when this girl was finished.

I brought the axe back up (forced to use the combined strength of both of my arms), and looked into the girl's eyes. There was a certain desperation there. As if she were silently begging me to stop what I was doing and let her live.
As if.

I swung the axe again.

Attacks Katie
[dice=200+11000]
Deep Gash on Back

I laughed in satisfaction as she turned at the last second, and the blade sliced through the flesh of her back. Well that was gonna leave a mark.

Such a good little Career you are, boy.

I smiled at the compliment. However small, it was still there. And Voice never said such things. He must have been very satisfied with the way I was acting.

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[phunke]

Why was this still going on? Why was this, this - this what was it? Fight? Brawl? Unlucky meeting of two kids who'd been in the wrong mood at the wrong time? Why was it still happening?
Katie's mind held no answers. The whole of her - her body, her mind, her heart beating so hard it would surely tire in a minute - was crying out, yelling and screaming and fighting against an enemy she couldn't see or feel. Her skin had the feeling of being ripped apart like a patchwork quilt with too-thin thread. Every laceration, every slice, every nick fought against every other to transmit the largest number of pain-signals through her nerves to her brain. The girl's spine shuddered, her arms clamped down to her body and suddenly her neck was refusing to hold her head up any longer. Matted, filthy clumps of hair dangled in front of her face, which itself was covered in grime and blood.
Perhaps, Katie thought, perhaps this blood will act as a sealant. Perhaps it will seal everything in so that my body doesn't fall apart.
But she doubted it. The caked layer of gore on her skin was dried, breaking, chipping, crackling in the evening breeze. What little light remained on the horizon cast ghoulish shadows onto her face, highlighting only the cheekbones and whites of the eyes.
She didn't even want to look at the face of her antagonist.

In a final attempt at pitiful defense, and because she couldn't stand the non-motion any longer, she flung the wrench away from herself. She needed it no longer, anyway.
Death was coming.

[[katie attacks marcuss]]

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[chaseee]

Marcuss Templing

There were two options for Marcuss as of now. Choice One: continue to attack this slimy girl, and have yet another death on his hands. Choice Two: run from the girl, and have her beleive he was a spinless wimp. As you can see, death was neither of the two.

'What the hell,' he thought. 'Might as well go ahead and finish her off now.' He glanced down at the filthy axe and grimaced. The thing was getting him nowhere in this fight, so he might as well deposit of it now. Throwing the heavy weapon aside, he took out another of the weightless throwing knives he was so fond of. They had gotten him some decent hits. Maybe they would pull through and help him truimph over this pitiful girl.

He had to only look at her to take aim. She was going nowhere. It was simple, really. Dispose of her like a wounded horse. It was for the better. He repeated this over and over in his mind, untill it stuck there, like some of that capitol gue they had once in the arena. Or had it been grue? Or maybe just plain glu? Oh hell with it. He threw the damned thing.

Attacks Katie w/ Thrown Knife
[dice=200+9000]
Knife Deep in Back; 8.5

He gave a truimphant yell as the knife plunged into the small of her back. Before she could react, he ran over and yanked it out, gripping the handle through the gore that had taken upon it. He brought it to his mouth, and ran his tongue over the blade, relishing at the copper taste.

Marcuss looked down upon the girl, and realized she was being still. Too still. All during this whole thing, she had either been puking out her enternal organs, or thrashing from the physical pain. Her quietness disturbed him.

Leaning over, he tapped her twice on the shoulder. She responded in no way. He refused to beleive he had... he had... he had killed her. Never! But, then again, surely she would have answered him by now? They were friends, right? Good friends. One doesn't share knives with someone else unless they are sure of that. But her body was there as proof. And there was no getting rid of the fact.

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