Unfinished Buisness [Nervoux]

[Nervoux]

Zuka's eyes followed the lamb as it fell down in a state of pure pain, holding it's stomach as red liquid poured out from the wound. Pure joy would have filled her at that moment, if it weren't for the unbearable agony that continued to throb through her with each heartbeat. The world continued to spin around her, causing her to follow the blazing lights in a state of bewilderment. And soon, she was in a world that she knew didn't exist... a cruel world that she had already left.

Zuka stared into the eyes of Katie as the world spun around her, in awe of the wide variety of colors that danced around her. The colors reflected in her eyes, distracting her from the reality that she faced at that moment: She was dying. Each drop of blood that fell from her wounds was like a ticking clock, each drop seeping onto the ground being like the seconds that ticked away the last remaining breaths she held in her pained body.

She still refused to believe that she was able to be beat. Her, the amazing Zuka that had killed her own mother in an act of pure selfishness. Her, the one who had killed the first tribute in the Games. Her, the second to last one to die. Even though that title sounded fitting to some, it left her in a state of hopelessness and frustration. It wasn't until the sword came slashing down upon her chest did she truly clutch on to that title. And soon, the world went black as she stepped into the clutches of death. Zuka, the second to last one to die, had left the Arena.

How peculiar it was that Zuka remembered each detail, even though she barely paid attention to the things around her as her last remaining breaths drifted from her parted lips. It almsot felt as if she were back in that moment, for the pain was the exact same as before. Her eyes snapped up, just to make sure she hadn't traveled back in time, almost expecting to see the girl that had ended her life, though all she saw was the lamb charging toward her.

A cut on the back of the head, one that shed more scarlet liquid into her brown mane of hair. It was a short burst of pain, though it still caused her to sway back and forth on her hands and knees. Her vision blurred more than before, causing the lamb to become unfocused. Just like before, she was beginning to die, if that was even possible. How peculiar, a lamb killing a lion. They never told you that side of the story.

A low growl escaped her lips as pain thundered through her, her face following the lamb as it seemed to sway back and forth in her vision. 'Stay still, let me kill you,' she thought quietly to herself in a fit of frustration, her approach slow and careful as she studied her target. Once more she was ready to leap. She prayed it would be the last. With her claws outstretched before her, she launched herself toward her prey, a snarl escaping her lips once more as she aimed to kill.

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

It was a strong attack, though it wasn't enough. She wanted to see the boy before her drop in a heap on the ground and experience the same feeling of death that she had. She wanted to hear his last breath leave his lips as his body convulsed as it fought for air. She wanted to see him die in his own puddle of blood, for the beast inside of her was not pleased with just a gash.

A beast she was, a beat she would remain.

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

Coughing up more blood onto the dirt, Zack felt worse for wear. He had more cuts than ever had during the actual Games and the way Zuka was looking at him made him feel like a small animal being hunted. Her hair was crazy and matted with blood- it surrounded her head with a blood crusted halo and framed her blood smeared face like a mane. Zack felt an ounce of doubt drop into the bottom of his stomach and then began to feel it grow its fingers up and it got to his head- was he supposed to win this fight? Was he the actual Prince in this story, or was he the ogre?

The thought made him stop short. Was Zack Detroff the bad guy? He had killed four innocent people. Four people. Four children and without any guilt. Right now, he's trying to kill this girl who isn't that much older than himself and no remorse would fill his thoughts afterward if he succeeded. As these repulsive thoughts collected in his mind- Zuka's blade came down on his arm and cut open the flesh and letting more blood spill out. Yelling out in pain, Zack curled into himself, trying to put up with both the pain and an identity crisis.

"I just want to be with Enigma again!" he howled, blinking back the tears that were building in his eyes. "Let me go back!"

Gripping his blade, Zack swung without his pride or anger- now it was just desperation and the desire to get back to the clean white room where he and Enigma could spend the rest of forever.

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

"I want to go back!" Zack yelled at his opponent- not sure whether to call her the heroine or the villain. His attack was weak, like his current state. All the fight had just drained out of him, what was left was a dead boy curled up with a knife trying to figure out why he was even fighting.

Enigma. he thought, I just want to be with Enigma again- she was the only thing I wanted.

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[Nervoux]

The pain was unbearable. Zuka found herself once again on the ground, clutching her many wounds as her mouth opened in a soundless roar. Tiny streams of blood fell from her lips, staining her mouth the color of the blood that covered the ground beneath her. Her eyes closed slowly, not only from the pain that throbbed with every heartbeat, but from the sweetness of the blood that covered her tongue. Her tongue flicked to the corners of her bloodied lips, savoring the taste of the red liquid.

It did not register in her mind that she should not enjoy the taste of the liquid that fell form her wounds, but of course nothing was making sense in the colors that stormed around her like a tornado. She had taken the true identity of the lion that she had transformed into, believing that the blood that splashed onto the ground with each passing second was the liquid that would give her energy. She needed it to win this battle; to kill the lamb that somehow managed to continue breathing before her.

The blood, and the sight of the lamb before her curling into itself gave her the strength she needed to continue, despite the pain that seethed through her veins. Zuka smirked painfully as she heard a groan drift into the air from the red lamb, the pain in the sound music to her ears. If it wasn't for the snake of pain weaving through her bones, she would be savoring the sounds of his agony for the rest of eternity. But alas, time was short for her. She could hear her labored breaths as they drifted from her cracked lips, the feeling of death creeping back into her once again, the sight of it's hand seen in the peripheral of her vision.

What that hand wished to do, Zuka did not know, for the thought of dying twice still sounded strange to her ears. Was it even possible to die? She had believed that after she took her breath, she would be sent to the afterlife for the rest of forever, yet that ended when she had suddenly found herself back in the Arena. What would happen if the lamb's weapon happened to kill her once again? Would she be sent back to where she was, or would she stay to endure the pain that she inflicted on so many others? The possibilities were endless.

"I just want to be with Enigma again!" Zuka was brought back to reality by the screeching yell. "Let me go back!" The pain in the lamb's voice was easily recognizable, yet it was different from the screams she heard from him that were a result of his wounds. They contained a different emotion, one that she had only experienced once in her life, or atleast tasted a tiny bit of it. Love. The thing that was never given to her.

The emotion caused the lamb to lash out at her once more, resulting in the blade cutting into her forehead. Could revenge for a loved one possibly cause so much anger and hatred? Zuka immediately knew the answer as "yes". Not from the sight before her as she continuously endured the lamb's pain, but from her own experience. Zuka was suddenly brought back to the memory, her eyes glazing over as the pain ripped through her, splitting her heart into millions of pieces.

Zuka leaned against a nearby rock as she struggled to stand on her broken legs, wounds continuously being inflicted upon her in her weakened state as her opponet lunged forward countless times. Her dying eyes slowly moved over to her partner, Nadene, seeing the worry in her eyes. Her ally knew Zuka's end was coming, for her labored breath was easily heard in the quiet, barren landscape. Her ally doubted her strength.

Zuka brought up her knife to block away a few of the attacks, her slouch becoming easier to notice as she slowly slid down the dry surface of the rock. Blackness formed at the corners of her vision, the sight of Nadene stepped to her side barely seen as she was focused on their opponet raising her arm to give the finishing blow. This was the end for the mighty Zuka, the girl that disappointed everyone's expectations who believed she was a killing machine. As the knife came down, Zuka only had time to grab ahold of her ally's gaze, the regret and pain reflected in each of them. So many words they should have said to each other, never said.

The knife did not lash out upon Zuka, though, for the sight of her ally crumbling to the ground told her otherwise. Her eyes followed Nadene's lifeless form as she fell to the ground in a heap of Zuka's blood, glazed over eyes telling her that her ally was dead. No other wounds appeared on the beautiful skin of her ally, only the dent in the skull of her head. The agony of the emptiness that filled her passed any other pain she had ever felt, resulting in a pained choke that fell from her lips.

Zuka fell onto her broken knees, her hands quickly finding the girl's face. Blood was smeared across Nadene's cheeks as her fingers found her smooth skin, tears falling into the tangled mess of her that fell limply from Nadene's pale face. Her ally was truly dead, just when she had realized the feeling that had been trying to surface from the very beginning. Right when the girl's body had hit the floor, Zuka had realized the true meaning of love.

Tears stained Zuka's face as she came back from the memory, realizing that she was on her hands and knees, gripping the grass beneath her. Sobs fell from her lips, closed eyes causing her to continuously endure the pain she had felt that moment. Nadene, the girl that she hadn't thought about until the pained voice of the lamb before her. How horrible it was of her to forget the beautiful eyes of the girl that had saved her life on so many occasions.

The frustration that resulted form her memories caused her to lunge forward.

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

Another miss for the selfish lion. A scream of frustration split into the air, echoing against the holes that fell deep into the ground. Tears mixed with the blood on her cheeks, the face of Nadene flashing before her eyes. Zuka's own eyes fell upon the lamb with misery and hatred existing in her gaze.

"You want your damn Enigma so badly? Allow me to kill you, and you'll go back to her." She didn't know if her words were true, but she just wanted the fight to end. If it ended in her or the lamb dying, she would be fine with it. It just needed to end. With death came the ending of pain and misery, two things that were quickly beginning to consume her.

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[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

Trying to catch his breath, Zack was sitting on his knees hunched over, his head rolling from side to side woozy from bloodloss. Hearing movement, He brought his heavy up to see Zuka's face doing the same- only something was different about her skin. More blood? Well, yes Zack had landed a cut on her forehead and blood was running down her face but there was something else. Clear- not red and it didn't emit from a wound- well a physical wound that is. Tears. Even Zuka Faybi was capable of producing tears. The act amazed him but only for a moment because just as soon as she reveled this other side- her blade lashed out but she had lost a lot of blood as well- Zack started to count the visible cuts and gashes in Zuka's skin but didn't get very far-

"You want your damn Enigma so badly? Allow me to kill you, and you'll go back to her." Zack looked at her though the top of his eyes, the bottom of them ringed with black circles and smeared blood. His chest still heaved with the now difficult task of breathing- of moving- of living. Maybe he should just let her kill him. He failed in life and he'd fail now, right?

Wrong! Completely wrong! He failed in life and now he has nothing to lose. Staring into the eyes of someone who he wanted dead more than any other human being on the planet, Zack felt his legs springing forward before his mind actually made the thought. His machete was thrown off to the side and his full body propelled itself into Zuka.

[Attacks Zuka- FULL BODY/Club/blunt?]
[dice=200+7000]
[Bruised right wrist- 2.0]

"If I have to die- I'm taking you down with me," Zack yelled, grabbing onto Zuka and rolling across the battlefield, picking up a mixture of blood and dirt on his skin.

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