Unfinished Buisness [Nervoux]

[sbeeg]

Surprisingly, being dead wasn't all that bad- not for Zack Detroff anyway. After the madness and cruelness of the living world, the afterlife was peaceful. He had everything he desired... which mostly meant Engima. He got to talk with her all day, everyday. They would discuss their Games experiences even though they weren't exactly the happiest things in the world. However in this universe of clean whiteness, it didn't matter. The Games couldn't get to them here.

In this place, they could talk about how they died- something that was more interesting than depressing. They had died in different ways and they got to compare how much pain they had felt, what they saw right before they died etc etc. What Zack pressed for the most from Engima was who had killed her- something he had strove for in life. How many people had he asked that question to? Did you kill Enigma Lane? All had answered no, all but one ended up dead. Enigma had described her killer, but Zack just couldn't remember anyone with that description.

One day something unsettling happened, and nothing uncomfortable happens in the washed out world so it was something to take into account. The white world warped into something Zack had thought he'd never see again- something he wishes to never be in again. The Arena. He was in the Arena. Pain was piercing the side of his head, reaching up his hand brought back blood. That's right, he lost his ear in the Arena. It's like he never died. But, if he never died then Engima... Oh god.

"Enigma?!" his voice was filled with desperation and fear- something that he hadn't felt since dying. There was a backpack on his shoulder and his old machete was in his right hand and was coated in fresh blood. Zack's stomach lurched, making his eyes water as bile rose in his throat and stung the delicate flesh. All of this- it was almost completely new. After being in paradise for, god knows how long, this was too much all at once. Sweat ran down his face and quickly wiped it away.

The sky above was a cheerful blue and Zack couldn't bare to look at it. Looking around him, there was the familiar volcanic looking rocks around, but something new was inn this area. Large holes in the ground dotted the landscape and Zack made a note to stay away from them.

It's funny how quickly one can adapt to their situation, settling so fast back into Games mode was almost like slipping into a pair of shoes. Moving forward, Zack spotted someone else in this terrain with him.

"Enigma!" he shouted, starting to run towards her. They'd figure out what was going on together, and maybe figure out a way back to their perfect world- one where the Games were just a memory.

[Nervoux]

Death. It was a word that was common throughout the districts, though it was still something everyone feared. Most would say they feared dying, their mind focusing on the unknown that lurked behind the hooded figure. Yes, it was hooded, the District Eleven girl had seen it herself. Death was also something that existed quite often throughout Zuka's life, her hands actually being the cause of murder as she stripped the life from her mother and the young Enigma Lane. Throughout her life, the hooded figure seemed to lurk at the corner of her minds, it's presence like a constant ringing in her ears that caused her to crave for it to claim another victim. She craved the blood of others. A ravenous monster, she was.

Eventually, after the constant fighting and avoiding Death, it had found her. It's hand reached out to her immediatly after the weapon struck her, her limp body falling to the ground in a pool of her own blood. Contained beneath the hood lied the knowing and comforting eyes, as if it knew that it had finally claimed the victim that been tip-toeing around it for so long. It was something that Zuka thought would never happen, though of course one wrong move with her knife had sent her tumbling to the ground, her life leaving her in a heartbeat. She had finally, after many long years, fell into the clutches of Death.

To Zuka, the afterlife she imagined had been one of the deepest pits of hell. What else would await a cold-blooded murderer? She was completely mistaken, though, for the terrain that awaited her was the relaxing and comforting presence of having whatever she desired. It was quite confusing, to find out that the horrendous deeds she had committed were not taken into account when her afterlife had been chosen, for hadn't she deserved whatever was thrown at her? Somewhere, though, she knew that all of the fights and the several nights that she slept with infected wounds as her stomach moaned for food, paid for what she had done. She had went through enough grueling experiences in her life to pay for whatever she had done.

One of the most surprising things that awaited her in the comforting afterlife was the person that stood waiting for her. The similiar wavy brown hair that fell below her shoulders, her tan face softer as her brown eyes wandered over her daughter. It was her crack-head of a mother that had died by the hands of her own daughter, the metal gleam of a knife with the reflection of Zuka's crisp gaze being the last thing she saw on the gruesome night. It was so peculiar sight to see her mother looking so young and healthy as she reached out to her daughter, tears glistening in the corners of her brown eyes. "I'm so sorry, Zuka," she had whispered, her voice echoing around the white landscape. The voice was unfamiliar, though it send a wave of comfort through her. Contained in her voice was the guilt and sorrow that only her daughter could distinguish, for it was easily seen in the depths of her eyes. Her mother was apologizing for the several nights of beating her and drinking until she passed out. The night when she didn't even come home. And for the first time, Zuka hugged her mother.

Everything was going perfectly... so then why had the picture changed so suddenly? In just a quick blink, her white surroundings had been replaced with the familiar sights that she had spent so long trying to erase from her memory. The Arena. The comforting feeling that she had previously had was washed away immediatly, for the overwhelming pain of broken lgs weighed her down, causing her to drop to her knees in just one quick moment. Blood covered her hand as she reached down to grip her legs, the memory of the wound flashing before her eyes suddenly. Everything was exactly the same as how she had let it, although the girl that had ended her life was gone, leaving only Zuka to sit and grip her legs in pain.

Drifting into her nose was the sharp smell of blood, it's scent seeming to wash over her in waves. Mixed with all of the blood was the sweat that had somehow already formed, the salty liquid forming into tiny beads that constantly raced down her face and trailed down her neck, sinking into the many scratches and wounds that covered her. Most of the sweat probably surfaced as a result from the anxiety that began to consume her, the fear that she was finally entering hell being a constant nagging thought in her head. She should've expected this. It was quite horrible to build someone up, make them belive that the horrendous deeds that they had committed went freely without a second thought. Of course there would be something else. Her afterlife was the Arena, her pain being the thing that she would have to face for he rest of her... afterlife?

The thought caused Zuka to clench her fists around her knife, it's presence causing her to jerk slightly in surprise. Covering it was the dry and crusted blood of others, a few spots of new blood dripping from it and weaving around the knuckles on her hand. Placed a few feet beside her was the satchel that she had used throughout the days she spent in the arena, contained within it being all of the things that she had used in the Hunger Games. The sights of all of the items caused a deep throb of pain to settle within her, though it was seperated from the pain that existed in her many wounds and broken limbs. It was the pain of knowing that she was back in the terrain that had caused her so much grief and sorrow, after the large amounts of hope that existed within her as she stepped into the clutches of Death.

Zuka let her eyes drift from her satchel, her eyes focusing on the figure that seemed to be approaching her at a fast pace, the silhouette seeming to be that of a boy. Her brown eyes squinted and she tried to make him out, her hand already grasped tightly around her knife, for somewhere inside of her, she knew this was going to lead to a fight. In a quick motion, she was standing, curses emitting from her as her broken legs seemed to give in beneath her. She held herself, though, like the last fight she had had in thr Arena. "Enigma!" The words shot toward her, the sound of them confusing her for a few moments before they processed in her mind.

Enigma Lane, the girl she had killed in the Bloodbath. Did this boy think she was that girl? The thought caused a familiar to scowl to settle on her face, her cold glare focusing on the boy that she slowly recognized as one of the tributes. "I'm not Enigma, you idiot," she spat, the words tasting oddly familiar on her tongue, as if the tone of her voice had been used many times before. The throb of pain settled in her once again, the pain that she was once again the girl that had lived to kill. She was the old Zuka, and with that old girl came the familiar voice.

Hey Zuka... missed me?

[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

As Zack got closer to his target, a feeling wormed it's way from his stomach, but he tried his best to ignore it. That was Enigma- who else would it be out here? As long as Zack had been dead the only other person he had met was Engima Lane, why should this torturous Arena picture be any different? The figure had dropped to the ground-

"I'm not Enigma, you idiot," Zack stopped immediately, his heels digging into the earth, and teetering on one leg from the abrupt halt- almost falling into one of the large holes. His body protested such movements, but Zack's mind was elsewhere. He could see the figure now- another tribute from his Games. It was girl- one with dark hair with a large blonde streak.

"It happened so fast," Enigma began, starting off the story of how she died. Listening intently, Zack memorized every detail- it was easier than trying to forget his shortcomings as an ally. "I had grabbed a whip form the Cornucopia and then my ear was gone and deep gashes opened on my leg. I was about to fight back when this girl slit my throat. Just like that."

"What did she look like?" Zack tried to keep his voice calm and steady, but the desperation to know who had looked for in the Arena for so long overwhelmed him.

"I... I can't remember much. Except for her hair- it was all dark but with a large blond streak by her face," Enigma's face scrunched up with thought, her fingers running across her neck. "It doesn't really matter now, does it?"

"No," Zack said, giving a little smile."It doesn't."

It does now. Carefully stepping towards the girl, Zack held out his machete towards her, a sharp accusing finger ready to leap out and attack. This moment- it was so important to him, Zack didn't know how to act. His mouth opened to speak but no words came out. Stepping closer, Zack swallowed and finally got the sentence he thought he'd never ask again.

"Did you kill Enigma Lane?" the fury that would accompany the words started to grow, filling his head and setting Zack's agenda. He was going to kill this girl for Engima, for himself and for all the innocent tributes he murdered on his path to her.

[Nervoux]

The voice. The one that found it's way into her brain the night that her mother left. The voice that had whispered torturous thoughts and blocked any other thoughts out that tried to convince her to do the right thing. Instead, it told her that whatever she had done had a good reason. For instance, killing her mother: The woman was going to die anyways, might as well end her suffering. It sounded like a good reason at the time. Now, not so much. The guilt and shame that had followed was not worth it, even if she had rid herself of the abuse and the constant nights she came home in a drunken state. Not worth it.

The sound of the voice made it's way into Zuka's mind, prodding at her other thoughts and forcing them to leave once again. It was like a disease, spreading throughout her whole body and causing her to crumble inside and give in. She had spent so many days in the Arena, doing her best to force them out, so much of her energy draining the more she fought them. And the moment they finally left her was the moment Katie Morven's weapon made it's last contact with her scarred flesh, the voice leaving her with her last breath. So much hope filled her when she realized they had gone, though of course the thing she hated most would find it's way back to her in hell. The more torture the merrier, eh?

Zuka's hand clenched around the switchblade, her shoulders sagging already with the weight of the words and the pain that surfaced throughout her whole body. It was peculiar how she had already felt like she had fought a days worth of battles, like the Hunger Games had never ended. The voice pulled her attention to it, keeping her from seeing the boy that stood before her in a stiff manner. Her mind drifted elsewhere, wondering anxiously if she should answer or continue to try and push them out just like last time. The decision was easy to make, for just a few words had sent her hatred seething through her.

"Get the hell out of my head." The words were simple, and louder than she had planned them to be, though they had no effect whatsoever on them. All that followed was the loud laughter that vibrated through her thoughts, causing goosebumps to appear on her tanned arms. Anger and coldness spread through her veins, actually sending strength to her broken limbs. And of course, that hatred would be directed toward the boy that stood before her. The one that was stepping toward her.

A machete's sharp tip found it's way to her, positioning itself right before her eyes. A scowl appeared on Zuka's face, the coldness toward him easily plaudible on her face. She opened her mouth to snap at him, though his words cut her off. "Did you kill Enigma Lane? It took several moments for the words to process in her overflowing mind, though finally they seemed to click. Enigma Lane: The girl that she had killed with a knife to the throat in the Bloodbath. The thought sent an amused smirk to play across her lips, her shulder shaking slightly as chuckles escaped her.

Zuka's hand lifted, the back of her hand swatting the machete away from her. Her eyes found his, her gaze not moving away from his as she opened her mouth to speak. "Enigma Lane? The weak little girl that I killed- As if to demonstrate what had happened, she brought her knife up, bringing it slowly across her neck, the tip of her blade barely touching her skin "-With just one swipe across her neck?" Her smile remained on her lips, waiting to see how the boy would react to what she had said. This boy sounded as if he had... fancied the girl.

She could feel a fight coming; could feel it by the way her heart began to beat faster, her chest rising and falling more quickly. Zuka anticipated it. The long moments up in a relaxing atmosphere was too quiet for her liking,though of course she would rather fight without the feeling of broken legs propelling her forward. She twirled her knife between her fingers, her gaze never leaving the boy that stood before her. As of right then, she was a tribute, and she needed to get home. She needed to kill him.

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

Apparently, yes wasn't good enough for this girl. Zack's machete was right in front of her face- inches from taking her life away and she smirks. The grin turns into a chuckle and all of a sudden she's laughing at him. Zack tried to keep his calm but it was beyond help anymore. His face distorted into a scowl and the girl just brushed his machete away from her face as if it were a fly buzzing around at an annoyingly close distance. She caught him in a stare and Zack refused to look away or even blink. All the hatred he had ever felt in his living years was brought back, building up towards this girl.

"Enigma Lane? The weak little girl that I killed-" she held her knife in her hand, running it across her throat without moving her gaze from his- all the while keeping that obnoxious grin on her face. The urge to stab his blade into her face and carve out her lips to keep her from smirking was becoming more and more appealing but Zack kept his knife to his side. "-With just one swipe across her neck?"

One swipe across the neck? Did this girl know how many people Zack Detroff killed in the Arena? Did she know how easily he could end her life right here and now? Evidently not. He'd make her eat those words.

"That's all I wanted to know," Zack said, letting all the rage built up in his veins turn his lips into a grin to match the girl's right before pulling his arm back and stabbing his machete at her. Zack didn't want to kill the girl right off, he wanted it to be slow and painful. He wanted to put her though so much that she'd beg him for death. He wanted her to know what if felt like.

[Attacks Zuka]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Bicep- 3.5]

It wasn't as crippling as Zack would have liked, but it was enough to announce a fight- no, more than a fight- a battle to the death. A small voice in the back of the Detroff's boys mind asked whether or not you could have a battle to the death if you were already dead. They'd just have to find out, wouldn't they?

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[Nervoux]

Great job playing with him, Zucchini. But, you do know who he is, right? You heard of him from the other tributes, remember? The ones who continued to say how they had been killed by a psychotic boy who thought they had killed Enigma Lane. So yeah, he really wants you dead. Because, you know, you killed Enig-

"I know!," she said through gritted teeth, the taunting whispers that filled her mind enough o drive her insane. Well, more insane then she already was. As much as she hated them, though, they did have a point. Zuka had unknowingly blocked out what her fellow tributes had said to her, all speaking of the ways they had been killed. Unfortunately, a large amount had come from the boy that stood before her: Zack Detroff. The boy that wanted her dead more than anything.

As much as she hated it, the thought sent chills through her. This boy actually had a reason for killing her (If you could even kill someone who had already died), whereas Zuka only had the urge to draw blood from him. She had killed the one that he loved; stripped her life away without a second thought to what she was doing. He stripped the lives away from several more than her, just to kill the one who had ended that one life.

"That's all I wanted to know," Zack said, the rage easily audible in his voice. Zuka could see the way that coldness seethed through his gaze, the look seeming to reflect in her own. The expression was familiar, for it was the look that she held for almost her whole life. The daggers she shot at others as she passed them, her cruel voice snapping at them just to see them cringe from her. And with that cold gleam in his eyes came the murderous grin that tugged at his lips, the look also an eerily familiar one. And then he was shooting toward her, catching her off guard.

Zuka's teeth clenched together as his machete slashed across her bicep, causing more blood to spill from the many wounds that covered only her legs. "Always my legs," she said, her voice seeming to contain a deep growl as if she was an animal about to pounce on it's prey. Her legs wobbled beneath her, energy already beginning to drain from her, even though all she had done was talk so far. Sweat beaded her face, along with the scarlet liquid that was smudged across her cheeks.

Already giving up? Figures... So weak

The words floated around her, sending anger and coldness seething through her immediately. So many emotions building up inside one tiny little girl, the rage seeming to spill from every pore. Weakness. It was something that she fought all of her life to shield, in fear of appearing frail and small before others. Even though life seemed like so long ago, she could clearly remember her struggles to bully others to show her strength. How pitiful she really was. A stupid girl that didn't even get to experience her childhood. A girl that craved for the blood of others, including the boy that stood before her at that moment. She lunged.

[Attacks Zack - Switchblade (Knife)]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow cut on right bicep - 3.5.. Pfft xD]

Zuka's eyes closed as pain surged through her with the leap, her broken limbs seeming to break even more with the impact. So much energy put into something, for just a shallow cut on the same place he had cut her. The thought caused an annoyed scowl to appear on her face, the longing for the attack to be worse overwhelming her. She wanted this boy to feel more pain that she was. In her mind, it wasn't fair how she had come into the battle with two broken legs, whereas he came with just a missing ear. Hell sucked.

"Tell Enigma I said hi when you die again," she said, the words not really making sense as she said them. The question still arose: Could you even die when you where already dead? Or had they somehow come back to life so that Zack could finally have the fight that he had been longing for in the Arena? Or was it really hell, where Zuka was getting the punishment that she deserved? All sounded particularly crazy, though each one was a possibility. Either one was just as insane. But, they'd find out eventually, wouldn't they? As soon as the boy before her fell in a heap in his own blood.

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

The girl wasn't looking too good. Her body wobbled as if her legs were broken- they must be broken or she would have flung herself at him already. Zack could see the sweat running down her face and he couldn't help but think that this fight was going to be easy.

She reached out and landed a cut on his arm. It wasn't very deep and the pain was something Zack could easily ignore. The girl was pretty quick for someone with two broken legs.

"Tell Enigma I said hi when you die again,"

It took Zack a few moments to completely register her words. When it finally was understood, Zack gritted his teeth before taking a step closer. This girl had no right to say Enigma's name- she was lower than dirt! She had no cause!

"Tell me your name," Zack said, trying to brush off her remark. Lunging forward with his machete, he demanded again. "TELL ME!

[Attacks Zuka- Machete/Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Stabbed in Stomach- 9.5]

His blade buried it self into the girl's gut. Zack was pleased with himself- such an attack was hard to come back from. Pulling his machete from her stomach, Zack backed up and examined the blood on his knife. His goal was so close, Zack could taste it.

Oh, how easy it is to kill someone.

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[Nervoux]

The moment the words left Zuka's mouth, she could see the anger flash across his face. There was an even colder gleam in his eyes, the gaze seeming to reflect into her own, though it lacked the amusement that was contained in hers. Quite frankly, she didn't know why she found amusement in hurting another and fighting with two broken legs, yet it still left her feeling giddy, despite the tense air surrounding the two "tributes".

Zuka's eyes stayed trained on the boy as he took a step closer, his face so close she could feel his harsh breath on her face. Her gaze narrowed slightly, her nostrils flaring as if she were an animal about to pounce on her prey, despite how weak of a state she was in compared to him. The harsh glint in his eyes seemed to grow even further, the look closely resembling daggers. Her broken legs screamed at her to back up, for her strength to stand tall was quickly spilling out of her every pore. The longer she stood, the more she felt as if she was about to collapse forward on a heap on top of him.

"Tell me your name," the boy said, his words vibrating in his ears for moments after. She simply stood still, watching the way his gaze stayed trained on her intently. How pathetic. "TELL ME!" The words were so loud, their tone actually causing her to take a weak step back. Hate seethed through her, the emotion bubbling inside of her and hardening her gaze. This boy was actually asking his opponet's name in a fight? It was so peculiar, one that left her staring at him in disbelief. She didn't even have time to answer before his machete was digging into the deepest pit of her stomach.

As much as she tried to hold it back, a loud groan left her bloodied lips, her cold eyes almost rolling into the back of her head. Pain flooded through her, replacing the anger and coldness that had surfaced only moments before. It shot through her broken limbs, causing every last drop of strength to fly out of her, causing her to fall onto her knees on the ground. The great Zuka, falling for a second time. The first time being the moment she left the Arena for good, or atleast she thought she had.

Her teeth clenched together as her eyes traveled back up to Zack, her eyes easily containing the hate she felt for him. How dare he stand above her, as if he was the predator and she was the prey. Her mouth curled back into an animal-like growl, her lips trembling from the pain that throbbed through her like a drum, the sound rushing through her ears. Blood dripped from her lips, causing her mouth to be as red as the stained ground.

Slowly and steadily, she stood from where she knelt, blackneed forming at the corners of her gaze as she did so. So much pain, yet such an immense longing to end his life. Soon Zuka's face was inches from his, her red mouth opening slowly to answer his question. "Zuka," she spat, her spit and blood flying onto his face from her hateful word. "Zuka Faybi." Despite her immensely weakened state, her words seemed to float from her mouth with strength, although the truth was written across her pained expression.

Zuka had thought all of her pain she had experienced throughout her life had left her with her last breath, yet here it was... flooding back in only a few minutes, and this bastard before her was the cause of it all. The thought caused her hand to tighten around her switchblade, her trembling hand lifting as it aimed for him. She wanted to kill him, every broken limb and deep wound screamed at her to do so, yet the tribute that had died in the games hesitated. Hadn't she learned her lesson when the images had flashed before her dying gaze? Obviously not.

[Attacks Zack - Switchblade (Knife)]
[dice=200+2000]
[Block - 0.0]

A loud curse left her mouth as her attack was blocked, the words flying from her mouth and echoing out of the pits surrounding them. She stumbled slightly on her feet, shame entering her with each weak step. This boy was going to pay. Well, if she didn't die first.

[ooc: Once again, SOOOO sorry about this horribly long wait. Family issues, school, and soccer have been keeping me busy... this time it wasn't procratination, well maybe a little but yeah, next posts will be quicker. Pinky swear!]

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

When his knife hit her, the girl completely crumpled under the pain. Zack didn't really think of himself as a sadistic person but the look on her face was something he enjoyed. On her knees, clutching her stomach in front of him, Zack considered ending her life right then and there. A stab in the back or the neck- or maybe just kicking her into one of the holes nearby. That would be letting her off easy- he wanted to drag out the fight until he could watch the life drain out of her body. Or were these bodies actually holding life? Was this whole fight even real? Of course, those questions didn't exactly matter at the moment- what did matter was killing this girl because she ended a life before it could really start.

The girl brought herself to her feet- a surprising feat for someone with broken legs and a stab wound in their gut but there she was- her face in his, blood smeared across it.

"Zuka." she spit out, blood flying from her lips and sticking to Zack's cheek. "Zuka Faybi."

Zuka Faybi. That's who killed Enigma Lane. It was only a name but it felt so much heavier. There was finally something to call the monster who killed Enigma. Zuka. Such a pointy word, yet so much like his own.

Zuka pulled out her switchblade again and went to dig the blade into his skin but Zack saw it coming- almost like everything was in slow motion. Sometimes on the TV, they'd replay deaths in the Games in slow motion and the citizens could see every gruesome detail- every drop of blood falling into the grass. That's what it felt like- but Zack was determined that his blood was not going to be shed today. Putting his arm up, Zuka's hit his and bounced off. She stumbled backwards cursing everything around- her voice carrying across the empty crater-filled plain.

"Zuka..." Zack tested out the name, and it felt weird in his mouth. Not like Enigma which seemed to roll right off his tongue. Zuka was too sharp and again the disturbing similarities between his own name made the word seem all the more awkward. "I killed four people trying to find you."

Hostility wasn't in his voice anymore, it was something else, more like anticipation building up behind interest.

"Azulon Cornoli," a step forward. "Karl Miller," another step towards her. "Olivia Bell," it seemed like so many now but back then when Zack was hacking into them, they just weren't enough. "and Maia Grayson." Stopping, Zack looked directly into Zuka's eyes wondering how many innocent people she killed. "but none of them were Zuka Faybi- the one person I've wanted to meet for so long."

Lunging forward, Zack slung his machete out, finally ready to watch Zuka Faybi take her last breath.

[Attacks Zuka- Knife/Machete]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep Gash on Right Thigh- 8.0]

Blood spilled from the wound and Zack couldn't help but smile- it was like a disease that started off as a twitch but then turned into a full fledged grin.

"Well Zuka Faybi- you're special. You get to experience death twice."

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[Nervoux]

The world was spinning around the bloody girl as she continuously fell before the boy she so waned to kill. Blood covered the palms of her hands as she brought them back, the liquid dripping down to her fingertips as she turned them down to the ground. Pain exploded throughout her with every small breath, each blast of immense agony sending her back to her first days in the Arena. Just like before, she had worked herself up ad made her believe she would be the victor, until she continuously fell and began to see the weakling That his behind the fierce gazes and fiery words.

Words were drifting toward her, mixing into the spinning world around her, though they weren't making any sense to her weak mind. Turmoil was stirring throughout her body, not allowing her eyes to fix upon the boy as he slowly approached her. Zuka could barely hear the names that were coming from his grinning lips, though somehow she knew he was naming off the innocent people he had murdered. He, many. Her, one... Well, two. She was a weak girl, she deserved to be put into this hell. She was meant to die first.

That thought led to the next blast of pain that seethed through her. Zuka collapsed once again, crumbling into a heap on the ground in a pool of her own blood. The scarlet liquid fell from the deep wound on her thigh, the bone within the gash easily seen. She imagined seeing the cracks that were etched across it, her stomach twisting into painful knots as it threatened to throw itself up. Her right palm pressed tightly against her stomach, her left on the new gash.

Hate continuously trembled through her as her blurry vision fixed upon Zack, seeing the sadistic grin placed upon his face. He was enjoying this. He was the lion and she was just the dying lamb, waiting for him to finish playing with her. The positions had been evilly twisted. The look upon his barely scarred face brought her back to the moment she stood over her mother's weak form, her blade pressed firmly against her sweaty palm. She had worn the same twisted grin as she continuously placed the tip of the blade into the flesh of the one who had given her so much pain throughout her young life. Back then, she had been the lion. She refused to be the lamb.

This time, Zuka was forced to stay on the ground, for the energy was spilling out of every pore along with the blood that soaked her clothes. She could no longer open her mouth to say anything, for the light groans of agony were taking over the space. Shy was dying, once again, as much as she hated to admit it. But, that didn't mean this boy couldn't die with her.

You can't even stand up? What the hell... all you have are a couple of broken limbs and a few gashes, the least you could do is stand up. This is just like last time. Such a weak girl, I would've thought hat you would have been able to kill this boy. I guess not. Have fun dying... again.

Only a groan was a reply to that, though the hatred and loathing were easily seen in her brown gaze. The idea to bash her own head in the ground to make them go away surfaced among the crazy thoughts that continued to weave their way through her hectic mind. They slithered through any normal thoughts like a snake, forcing the rational thoughts to hide away from them. Once again, she was an insane girl. An insane girl who thirsted for another's blood, despite how much pain she was enduring. Still on the ground, her right arm shot out for the lion.

[Attacks Zack - Switchblade (Knife)]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep Gash on Right Bicep - 8.0]

Despite the pain bursting through her every second, a small grin managed to make it's way upon her face. The feeling of her knife slashing through his flesh sent chills through her, her adrenaline pumping with every throb of pain. It wasn't much, though it was enough to send small amounts of hope through her, confusing her feeble mind even further.

"I'm not dead yet, boy. I don't leave that easily" Despite her words shaking as they fell from her mouth, she believed them. She wouldn't leave as easy as last time. This time, she would emerge as Victor.

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

Groaning on the ground, Zuka Faybi didn't look like someone that needed to be hunted. All that pain Zack went through- and his opponent can't even fight back. Kind of anti-climatic, don't you think? Zack thought about kicking the figure writhing in pain- but figured it would only impair any more excitement.

So many thoughts had occupied Zack's mind of what Enigma Lane's killer was. Most of them were ruthless killing machines that would stop at nothing to hack down everyone in their way. Truthfully, Zack had thought himself Prince Charming, riding into battle to fight the evil dragon- or ogre or whatever was in his path- and once it was defeated he would be reunited with his beloved Princess and wake her up with True Love's kiss. Does it still work that way now that he's dead? Zack heard a groan come from the girl on the ground, but he was lost in his thoughts- if he won this fight would he still be alive?

That changes everything. If the winner of this fight got to live on- maybe he really was Prince Charming prepared to wake up Enigma. Maybe this was real-

That's when the blade hit him in the arm, tearing through his skin and muscle, spilling blood onto the dirt. Jumping back, Zack quickly changed his machete to his left hand and cradled his right to his chest. The pain was unbelievable- it sent stars dancing across his vision and agony all p and down his arm.

"I'm not dead yet, boy. I don't leave that easily"

Spoken like a true ogre.

Getting a firm grip on his knife, Zack's balance felt off with it in his left and but he didn't really have a choice right now. Looking at the girl and thinking of all the things he could accomplish by killing her- well it didn't take a lot to make Zack Detroff lunge forward and stab at her.

[Attacks Zuka- Machete/knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Cut on Back- 4.0]

"I can fix that for you," he said, staring down at her, barley even remembering the pain in his arm- just that he had a job to do and he intended on finishing it.

Zack- 11.5
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[Nervoux]

Zuka was surprised when the boy fell into her view, her smirk growing even wider despite the pain that consumed her like fire. She loved the agony that was spread across his features, the blood that fell from his wound sending chills throughout her as her adrenaline surged through her. Snickers erupted from her insane smirk, the sound vibrating in the tense landscape and echoing against the walls of the holes surrounding the two.

The look gave her the strength to approach him slowly, her breath coming in short gasps as her lungs fought for air. Her approach was cut short, though, for his weapon quickly shot out and sliced across her back. It wasn't great pain like the stab in the gut and her broken legs, but it was pain nonetheless. As he brought back his knife, she could see her own fresh blood glinting on the metal. Zuka could see her own reflection in the scarlet liquid, her crazy eyes filled with disgust at how weak she appeared.

"I can fix that for you." The words caused a lion-like snarl to erupt from her bloodied lips, hatred flashing in her brown gaze. Her brown hair whipped around her face, the sticky strands clumped together and wrapped around her hair like a lion's mane. She remained on her knees and hands, in a stance that was similar to that of the beast that she was quickly becoming. She was morphing into the lion that she so wanted to become. She was becoming the bloodthirsty killer once again.

Soon she found herself standing up slowly, her hands fumbling out before her for something that would help her stand, though nothing was there. Zuka stood long enough to look into the boy's eyes with her gaze ablaze with a hunger for his blood, and open her mouth to speak the words that were able to process in her hectic mind.

"You know... we're not as... different... as you'd like to think," her words came out between gasps for air, the blood still rushing out of her gut and spilling onto the scarlet ground. "You... murdered many to get to the one that killed your love. Or, in other words... for revenge." Zuka didn't know where she was going with this, though she felt confidence in what she was saying, despite how peculiar and stupid they sounded. "I killed my mother... to make up for the thirteen years... of hell she gave me. Revenge... it's a magnificent thing for killers... like us."

Zuka smirked in a crazy way after the words flowed from her mouth, a few chuckles escaping her but ending shortly as another groan erupted from her mouth. And like the lion she was, Zuka dropped back to the ground on her hands and knees, no longer able to hold the energy that she had felt a few seconds earlier. The many words that she had spoken had taken the energy with them, releasing them into the air and leaving her completely empty.

She needed to attack fast, before she would completely collapse in a heap on the ground and allow the boy before her to torture her as she died. Her chest dropped to the ground slowly, her eyes transfixed on him as her form swayed back and forth. All rational thoughts were swept away from her mind as her thoughts completely focused on the beast that stirred within her. The one before her was a lamb, she the lion. He deserved to die; deserved to suffer as much as she did her entire life. And with that last thought, she leaped, arms outstretched toward him with the knife pointed to kill.

[Attacks Zack - Switchblade (Knife)]
[dice=200+2000]
[Miss - 0.0 Dang randomizer hates me xD]

Another miss for the weak girl, sending her sprawling on the floor in the blood that still spilled from her many wounds. Stirring within the irrational thoughts was the urge to just kill herself, if dying was even an option when you were already dead. Ending the pain she was experiencing sounded great to her ears, though she was never one to give up. Her stubborn self wouldn't allow her to. The only thing left to do was to just fight back with the last few drops of energy she contained, even if it meant dying in the process.

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

As the broken girl struggled to her feet in front of him, Zack couldn't help but notice the amount of blood covering her. The stuff was in her hair, smeared across her face- when she spoke bits of it flew off into the air as if even her spit wanted him dead.

"You know... we're not as... different... as you'd like to think," Zack raised an eyebrow at the girl but kept his stance and his lips in a firm line. "You... murdered many to get to the one that killed your love. Or, in other words... for revenge." The boy's lip started to twitch up as if attempting to form a snarl but he wouldn't let that happen. Zack would not acknowledge what this ogre- this witch was filling his mind with. A curse! It'll pull down his guard- she's toying with him. "I killed my mother... to make up for the thirteen years... of hell she gave me. Revenge... it's a magnificent thing for killers... like us."

Killers like us. Zack has always thought of himself a killer- ever since entering the Games he was labeled as such. That wasn't the part that bothered him. Like us. Us. Since when were Zack and Zuka in the same league? They weren't! All this madness this- this witch is spouting at him. Look, now she falls back onto all fours like the creature she is- a demon forced to walk the earth searching for prey to feed on. Zack knew what game this devil was playing on him so when it lashed out with a switchblade he didn't move an inch. The blade soared past, leaving tiny drops of blood to splatter against his cheek.

I am Prince Charming Zack thought to himself, drawing his machete, ready to hack off the head of the beast that was torturing the kingdom. And I will get my happy ending.

[Attacks Zuka- Machete/knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow cut on back- 4.0]

Another cut into the beast, another inch closer to victory. That much further up the path to glory and just a few more steps toward Enigma. Yet, leaps away from reality and reason. Funny how the best things that happen never seem to follow those.

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[Nervoux]

It was peculiar how one could change so quickly in just one fight. Zuka had thought her cruel and killing days were over when she took her last dying breath. She had thought that everything had been pieced back inside of her once her mother's arms had wrapped around her in an embrace she had never received before. The cries, the 'sorry's said... Everything had seemed perfect. But, of course, one look back at the life that she used to live was enough to morph her back into the beast that she knew would always exist within her.

The beast was like a cancer, spreading through her with nothing to stop it. It ravaged inside of her, slithering like a snake into all of her veins, transforming her into someone unrecognizable. From her matted mane, to her animal-like mane, she was definitely not the Zuka that used to walk the Earth with a civilized manner. She no longer walked with her head held tall, a grin placed on her face as she saw the suffering kids around her.

A beast she was, a beast she would remain.

Zuka took slow, careful breaths as she watched the lamb draw his machete, her head cocking to the side as it rushed toward her. Prey wasn't supposed to attack the predator... was it? She had thought that the prey was supposed to submit to her and allow itself to be killed; make it easy. She was sadly mistaken, though, for the weapon sliced across her back once more, sending slight prickling pain to move up her spine like the snake that slithered through her.

Her eyes stared into the eyes of the lamb, her gaze containing a look of confusion as she tried to make sense of what was going on. Why did she want to kill this pathetic boy again? She had no reason, despite the wounds that he was inflicting on her beautiful golden pelt. Did he have a reason? Oh yes... she had killed his mate. Like before, he had the powerful strength of Revenge, the emotion that she had lived on for several years of her life. So why was she fighting now, if she had no reason to live, and had nothing to fight for? There was no reason, just the sweet craving of blood that stirred within her.

Okay Zuka... you do know you're not really a lion? Oh hell, you actually think you are! You've gone completely insane now, but oh well... atleast it makes you actually want to kill this pathetic boy before you. Who would kill just for a simple reason of someone killing his 'lover'? Poor thing... doesn't know that love doesn't even exist.

The voice had no effect on her whatsoever, for only a snarl followed them. Fire blazed within her gaze as her hand grasped once again around the switchblade, her smirk returning once more to her red face. The pain consuming her was complete agony, though she forced herself to continue, for the more she fought, the more she forgot about the unbearable wounds. The more she drew blood from him, the more energy she received. She lunged.

A beast she was, a beast she would remain.

[Attacks Zack - Switchblade (Knife)]
[dice=200+2000]
[Stabbed in Stomach - 9.5]

The attack was finally a good one,the feeling of her hand sinking into the pit of his stomach like a burst of energy and adrenaline through her veins. Blood seeped over her fingers as she pulled the switchblade out, her eyes darting from her own gash in her stomach to his. "Oh look... we're twins." Following the peculiar words was a mad grin spreading from one ear to the other. Insane, she was, insane she would always be.

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

The whole fight had gotten to Zack's head- he started to forget how he even got there or why he was slicing at this girl in front of him. The boy had to take moments to repeat everything to himself so he'd remember again.

I don't know why I'm here. he told himself, flicking his machete to the side to keep Zuka's blood from drying on it and dulling the blade. But I have to kill her

The beast- ogre- witch, whatever it reminded him of at the moment- it was writhing on the ground, snarling and huffing like an animal. Zack thought she might spit fire out at him at any moment. Fire. Dragon. The Prince must slay the dragon to save the Princess.

To save the Princess. That's why I'm here. So lost in his broken thoughts, Zack didn't even see the dragon lunge at him. He was expecting a huff of smoke and fire but what came was a knife directly into the boy's stomach. All Zack could do was open his mouth in shock before Zuka pulled her blade from his flesh and blood started to pour out of his middle. Cupping his hands around the wound, Zack stumbled back a few steps before tripping and falling on the dirt. Dragged down to the witch's level, Zack felt something rise in his throat and spat it on the ground next to him. Blood. Red like fire, but it gives life instead of destroying. The boy's hands were coated int he slick red stuff, and the liquid stuck to his lips, making them taste like someone's iron blade was placed between them.

Running his hands over the ground, Zack picked up his machete having dropped it in an attempt to keep all his organs inside his body.

"Oh look... we're twins." the girl said, referring to a similar injury he had inflicted on her. Zack ran the back of his hand over his mouth trying to clear it of blood but only successfully smeared it across his face like war paint.

Zack tried to speak but blood clogged his throat and was making it hard to breath. Getting on his knees, eye to eye with the ogre, Zack lashed out, reaching out with his full arm span ready for this foe to be dead once and for all.

[Attacks Zuka- Machete/knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow cut on the back of the head- 4.5]

He landed a hit- but just barely. Zack reminded himself as he brought his arm back in to clutch the pain in his middle that the Prince never loses. The Prince always has a Happy Ending.

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