Reasons to Live; Lessons to learn //Jack, Anatra, Cameo

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Awe, are you worried?" Vy jokes with complete sarcasm as Matthew warns her to not go after Jins alone. Wasn't she the one to finally get a shot at the enemy? Now he's weak and worn down. Plus she's pretty confident she's stronger then the two to get injured, and more prepared with her firearm and wits. If no one else is going, that's not going to stop her. By the looks of it there's only one guy left that's unharmed and has yet to announce leaving. Hell she may have to go alone, shouldn't be too difficult with the pain he must be feeling. Her eyes go to Alex for the final decision, only to receive a shrug in response.

Apparently the only goal now is to make sure everyone gets out of this safely and not to go after a ghost. Very logical and something Vy's unable to argue with aside from the fact that Jins isn't a ghost, not yet at least. With the ambulance being here the injured are nearly at the safety, and close to being shipped off to where absolutely no more harm can be done on them. What about after this though? She may be the one most in the dark about what's going on, but Kyanite did share a bit of the story with her. If somehow Jins does make it out of this, without getting caught, there's an absolute he'll be returning. And what if Matthew or Tyren or Vy's unable to get there as fast? He needs to be handled today.

"Solo mission it is." Despite everything going on a slight smile forms on Vy's lips, just to show her lack of fear for this competition. Before everyone trouts off though Matthew announces that he needs to retrieve his stuff first. Hopefully it's not that urgent for the second ambulance to leave as he runs off into the building, Alex following quickly behind, because who knows if they'll just leave them. Maybe this won't be as solo as Vy had thought. "Guess I'll take the outside." Her voice travels decently far, though she doesn't try too hard to make sure they hear. If they do or not it's already been made clear they're leaving immediately after and she'll be staying to catch Jins. Now it's all determined on who runs into the creep first.

There's an instinct feeling that he's still stalking around inside of the gym; waiting for someone to attack, or possibly recovering from his wounds. Vy doesn't know enough about him to make that sort of prediction. Still the sound of glass breaking indicates he might of escaped, or wanted them to think he did. Either way any possibility needs to be examined, and with the boys inside she might as well start out here. With the gun aimed in front of her again she begins searching around each corner, her steps going fast until stumbling upon the broken window. Her eyes scan the trees, then to the window, no one's around though. Must of left the scene as soon as he caused the noise with hopes it'd draw someone to it.

The search for a trail occurs next to see if Jins was smart enough to attempt to ditch. No tracks in the grass, though he could of easily covered them up. One thing that's nearly impossible to remove in a fast notice is blood, which he was covered in. The jump from the window to the grass had to of left some red splatter, something he couldn't just wipe away quickly and leave. He's still in the building, meaning the two that have backed from this mission are more likely to run into the guy. As quickly as possible she begins looking for an entrance inside.

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JINS REVENUE D I S T R I C T 2

◼ Ⅱ ▸ The blood seeps through the wound. Warm, sticky liquid pools and falls, soaking through my shirt; staining my skin and fingers. The only real logical thing to do is to try to stop the bleeding. If I don't, everything I just did will have been in vain. Kya's breaths that enter her body wasn't suppose to happen. The people showing up wasn't suppose to occur. Nothing was working out today. NOTHING! Against the wall, I press against it. The pounding in my head is making my steps faulter but it must merely be the blood loss. It's also just a mere weakness. I've never been so weak before in my life, so why must I let this ruin my score? "They will pay." I mutter, and with a newfound rush of energy, I shove off from the wall, painting the wall with my blood. It's my symbol. I glare at it was hatred and malice. That woman did this to me. No. It wasn't her at all. It was Kyanite. She started this from the first. Since day one, she's always acted like she was mighty and over everyone else. I told her one day, she'd regret it. Today, is that day. Tomorrow, will be another. For as long as she lives, she will never be without that sense of insecurity that I feed off of. Her fear. She never hides it around me. Even when she tries, her voice can never mask it. Nor can her body language. A devilish grin befalls upon my lips as I click on the light in the weapons closet. A few of the bigger weapons are secured with locks, keys my only downfall, yet most are still accesible. "Idiots." I chime and lift my hand up to run over the many little knifes on the shelf. The bows and arrows are in the corner of the room, and the swords are on display as if they were owned by the power hungry officials themselves. My sights are set on them, but the moment my fingers latch around it and pull it down, it takes me down with it. The weight pulls heavily on my shoulder and the grip is lost. The sword clangs against the ground and I kick it heafity with my foot and it slides below the space between the floor and the shelf. Instead, I aim for a much smaller weapon. Two of them, in fact, stashing one in my side pocket and holding the one beautiful blade in my hand. The blade is long, yet thin. Lightweight but strong. A simple dagger. "A dagger to the heart, for my sweet Kyanite. The stone will break today." My voice whispers out to the blade, and my lips touch the point of the blade before I turn back to the entrance of the weapon closet and open it. Clicking the light off, I shut the door behind me, and begin to walk down the hallway and back to the room where I had broken the window. If my instincts are correct, the noise would have alerted someone. Maybe, just maybe, Kyanite will be the one to investigate. I know the way her mind works. She'll want to have me dead. If not her, then Matthew by all means. He's done it once before. He'll do it again in her namesake. "Come on Matthew. Come out to play. Where are you at?" I stop, just shy of the room that holds the old outdated training supplies. There's something that's pulling me toward the pool room for some reason. What is it? With a grimace, I pull my strength to hurry toward the room where all of this started. At the door, I push it open and look inside. The red dyed pool is as still as a sheet of ice. The water puddles on the side of the pool, along with the blood of the girl that's is no longer there. No one is here. What happened to Gala? Did that guy take her out. Were they able to save her? Or did she die already? I want to know. I need to know. If that little girl lives then everything I've worked for today is completely ruined. A burst of rage hits me. My fingers clinch together. Anger is protruding through every outlet and I'm just itching for something to sink my fist into. template by chelsey

[Jack Lexington]

I'm not sure why Alex feels the need to accompany me instead of Vy. If she's searching the perimeter for Jins she's much more likely to run into trouble than me.
"Jins would be an absolute fool to come back here from where he just fled. Only moments ago there were what...5 people here against him." I try to reason with Alex to go and help Vy instead because I feel save while we're walking back into the building.

The corridor lays before us: Long and deserted. Doors to either side. The ones for the changing rooms to the gym on one side, the ones for the showers and changing rooms for the pool area on the other side.

"Let's hurry up. We need to get back to the ambulance asap so they can leave. Can you get my gun? I tossed it away just next to the door on the roof. I'll grab my vest. Meet you back here in 5 minutes."

I clap him on the shoulder in a friendly way to assure him we'll both be alright.
Then I push through one of the doors on the left. The changing rooms show none of the events that happened here today, nor do the showers that are dry and empty. It's like any other late evening at the training center with the sole difference that two girls almost lost their lifes here today because of one heck of a disturbed freak.

When I enter the pool area I have to stop for a moment to not let any emotions get the better of me because my blue eyes instantly find the spot where Max had been helping Gala.
Red streaks are still painted like long thinning lines on the green tiles running towards the water of the pool. She'll never swim again, I'm sure. Gala wasn't keen on water before but now?
I can only hope she lives to make that choice.

I avert my gaze to look for my vest. It's floating near the edge of the pool, so I circle around the pool until I get close to that spot.
That's when I hear a sound that makes me look up.

[Anatra]

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Alex ORCA

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Matthew and I enter the building once more. "Jins would be an absolute fool to come back here from where he just fled. Only moments ago there were what...5 people here against him." He speaks to me, trying to convince me that what I'm doing isn't necessarily the most useful thing. "My job is to make sure you and Tyren get back safe and sound. Do you think you can manage that?" I snap a little bit, simply because I need to be stern it seems.
Though, I didn't expect this; "Let's hurry up. We need to get back to the ambulance asap so they can leave. Can you get my gun? I tossed it away just next to the door on the roof. I'll grab my vest. Meet you back here in 5 minutes." He abandons me. I'm left there, standing as though I'd been left alone - that's because I had. The whole point of teaming up and going in with somebody was to avoid being hurt by Jins, who has the advantage. This is stupid, and I can feel it to the bone that it will make us pay soon enough. But, I can't be bothered arguing with him. It's not worth it. The quicker we are, the safer we are.

I move. I find the stairs, and I'm being quick. Rushing through the corridors makes for silent work for me, I seem to be good at it. It's all the practice with a bow that makes it happen. Your steps become lighter, steadier and softer. I open the door to the roof again and I feel deja vu, but I reject it. I look to the floor and look for the gun. At first I don't see it, but then it catches my eye. I grip it and take it.

I then begin my return. I'm not sure why we needed five whole minutes to find the items that he'd left, but I guess he was just making up for any possible interruptions.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The only thing that Vy's ever been taught, nearly the only reason for her existence, was to train as a career. Sweet Brittany made sure of that as training her daughter started before little Vy could hardly take orders. Guess in this situation that's something to be grateful for. This is no arena, but awfully close as rules are far from existence and death feels prominent from all the blood that's already been spilt. The thick, sticky redness that doesn't grace a single blade of grass out here. It's not only weapon training that makes a good career, but finding the wounded pray that might of gotten away. There's a lot of aspects needed to have any chance of being a Victor one day, the only goal that's ever been instilled in Vy. Now though? It's a different prize she's after, but that old mind frame is helping out a load.

With the main entrance being at the other end of the building she begins the hunt for a faster way in. It's been made clear that Matthew's new place is in the ambulance and by Kyanite's side, and now it's Vy's job to make sure he gets there. Stupid Jins is still inside the building, and after discovering that Matt didn't fall to his death, he may have grown blood thirsty once again. Even if Matt's not the friendliest roommate, the last thing Vy wants is for him to get hurt. And after witnessing how far Jins is willing to go, just getting injured is far from a concern. Might as well be the arena as weapons are everywhere and lives hang on thin wires.

Nothing but locked doors greet Vy as she runs around yet again to get her way back inside. What are the chances now's the time she's faced with this challenge? She should of just crawled through the window that Jins kindly opened up for her. And after another door that refuses to budge that's exactly where she goes. So much time is lost over the stupid mistake of not taking the entrance when she was first there. As if shards of glass are enough to keep her out. Using her sleeve she wipes the majority of the skin-breaking material from the windowsill. Of course a few small pieces find some of her skin, but nothing to phase her in the least. Her clothes and quick sweep keeps her relatively unscratched. Either way she finds her way in, immediately gazing around the dimness for the door to the hall and any signs of Jins's presence.

There's now no doubt that Jins only used the window as a distraction. Redness spots the dark room just as it should of the grass if he did leave. His location and slight trail's a great start and with that she begins to follow it. Blood marks the knob of the door Vy was afraid he'd go into. The first of the goo stains her left hand as she opens it herself, gun aimed and ready incase he's waiting for someone's arrival. Just another dark room though, and as the light from the hallway floods in, the empty area where a weapon once was comes into view. Great, just great. Fight's not over, is it? Certainly she expected resistance, but now it's going to be much more then that. Without another thought she continues down the red path that's fading with each step.

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JINS REVENUE D I S T R I C T 2

◼ Ⅱ ▸ Inside of the pool room, I can hear the voices from outside. Somewhere, the people have come back inside but the voices I hear are male. That means that it could be any of the men that I've met tonight. The one taking care of the child. The one that went to help Matthew after I knocked him off the roof. He did fall, didn't he? Maybe? What about that other guy that was just merely, there? Four? It could be any two of those four, but whoever happens to come across my path, had better pray to have been so stupid to come back in here. I hold in my hand the dagger, I chose not more than a few minutes ago. It's tucked within my fingers. What sucks is I've not gotten to find a way out of these damn cuffs. These damn things are going to cause me so much trouble if I have to fight someone, but then again, they can be a weapon within it's own. A devilish smile appears as I linger near the bleachers. Taking my time to hide away on the one side nearest to the walls. I can't help but relax my eyes for a moment. A wave of exhaustion wanting to pull me under, but I shake it off. Who is it that has come back for more? Do they think I'm still here or do they think I've gotten away? Either way, they won't know what hit them. If only I can get them seperated. The door opens to the pool room. The figure moves in quite slowly despite no knowlege of me being in here. His vision doesn't look around. It simply just gazes to the pool then to the side adn I assume he's looking at the spot where that little girl had just been. The spot I looked at when I walked in here. The owners of this gym will have one hell of a time cleaning this up. I smirk. I take a few steps out and away from the bleachers as the guy walks closer to the pool and I make my way to the door that he left open. I shut it as quietly as I can and take the knife from my pocket to lodge inside the door when I latch it and make the door lock. I push against the knife making it snap, making sure the door is no useless. A small chuckle erupts. "Matthew? What brings you back to the scene of the crime? Reliving the death of that little girl? Perhaps the girl that loves you? Is she dead? Did the breath I stole from her force her to wither away to nothing?" My voice echoes in such a deep tone thanks to the water. It pushes my voice all around. "This really is a sweet moment. You know... you only pissed off the bee when you swatted me away last time. I never die. You... will though." The whole time my voice comes out, I'm edging my way closer to the guy. Each step, I'm planning my moves. EAch breath that comes through my nose adn exits my mouth doesn't miss a beat. The dagger in my cuffed hands points outward while my hands are near my stomach. "I dont see what Kyanite sees in you. You can't finish anything right. You hurt her so much. You caused her so much pain. If only you'd have left well enough alone. She would have been mine right now. You had to mess it up." This time, I'm barely a few feet away from him and on the last word, the dagger is raised and I arch it upward at the man in front of me, slashing at whatever peice of skin I can get. Get him in the pool. Get him in the water and it'll be so much easier to deal with. Mix the blood to the already tainted water. It'll be easy. template by chelsey

[Jack Lexington]

At first I can't locate the source of the sound so I assume it must have been Alex, who might already be back in the hallway. I bend down to fish the vest from the pool when I hear another sound and then this deep, bone shattering voice, that gives me a scare through and through and turns me around instantly.

"Matthew? What brings you back to the scene of the crime? Reliving the death of that little girl? Perhaps the girl that loves you? Is she dead? Did the breath I stole from her force her to wither away to nothing?"
His voice echoes around the pool room low and threatening as if there were three of him.
Why is he back here? Why did he not run away as any sane man would?
I don't have time to think about what I should have done...like listen to Vy or Alex...because he's approaching me with definite steps. It almost looks as if he's not wounded at all but he holds his arms together as if he was cuffed.
For a moment I contemplate running away from him because I've seen what he's capable off, another moment I think about calling for help but then it dawns on me. This might be my only chance to kill this guy and get away with it...no witnesses. Whatever I do. Even if it isn't self defense.
"This really is a sweet moment. You know... you only pissed off the bee when you swatted me away last time. I never die. You... will though."

"Someone will die but it ain't me!" I let him know that I'm game to take him on with the reassurance that backup is only steps away. I need to be fast.

So I stand my ground, raise my chin and ball my fists ready to attack while Jins comes closer with all his stupid babbling about lost love.
"I dont see what Kyanite sees in you. You can't finish anything right. You hurt her so much. You caused her so much pain. If only you'd have left well enough alone. She would have been mine right now. You had to mess it up."

He just doesn't understand what Kyanite wants. But the way he says her name and talks about her gives away his obsession and makes my blood boil all over again. If I don't finish him now, he'll finish her and maybe me.


So I prepare myself for the ultimate fight while he steps closer.
My eyes are glued on his ugly features, that crazy flickering in his eyes.
I'm ready to fight him.
Under different circumstances I'd jump back but I was too eager to get the first punch in at the same time he swings at me that I was prepared to take a sloppy punch from him.
At the same time my balled fist connects with the side of skull I feel a ripping, burning sensation. What the...?

I look down to see what just bit me in the ribs because I expected a punch. Instead I got slashed on the left side of my ribcage. He hid his weapon well. With his tied hands he swung at me with the extension of a deadly blade, that now flickers dangerously in the blue light of the pool.

[Anatra]

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Alex ORCA

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The moment I get into the hallway again, is the moment I know something is wrong here. I can't see anybody. I can't hear anybody. I sure as hell can't smell anybody. The only thing I catch the scent of right now is the chlorine used on the pool, that's about it. The pool, that's where Matthew was going. Surely he could only go one way, though. So in theory, if I follow that way, he'll be there at some point. It's a decent plan, and it will allow me to be in control of his safety again, which is what my job is. I have to finish my job. I'm probably going to miss out on a lot of points because I let him out of my sight...

There was a reason I helped him up onto the roof. It wasn't simply because he's Tyren's friend. It was mainly because I have a job to do, and I was doing it by helping him. I barely needed to, though. Tyren took most of the weight. I don't know how he could, but he did.

I scan through the hallway, contemplating whether to take to the changing rooms then the pool. I really should. I have to, there's nothing else to do. He hasn't came back yet and it's been a good few minutes. There's no harm in going after him - but maybe there is?
I don't care.

I grip the handle of my gun, waist height as usual. I advance quickly but not rushing. I still don't know who or what is out there. I check my corners, going through the changing room. I'm looking for a live person, somebody with a heartbeat. I don't actually know whether I'm looking for Jins or Matthew right now. My mind doesn't tell me that part. It just sends me on an adrenaline rush and kicks me out the door. Or in this case, through it. I accept, and pick up a pace, going into the pool room.

Where I see what I can only describe as horrific.
He should have listened to me.

Nobody has noticed me yet. There's a diving board at the nearest side of the pool to me. It's one of the tall ones, atop a large pillar with a ladder, a board at three different heights. I can take cover behind the pillar it is mounted on, and I do. I need to get close without Jins seeing, or Matt. Because that way, I can ensure no mistake is made. That I hit the right guy and save the other, again.

What is it with Orcas and saving lives?
We were supposed to be the ruthless ones.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Eventually the drops of blood diminish more and more till Vy's left in the middle of the hallway. On account Jins hasn't shown himself, attacked or cause a new distraction this is clearly not his final destination. Either he's a career himself and led her off track, or he finally realized he was leaving a trail. There's also the possibility that his blood dried up and stopped dripping from him. So many different possibilities with no time to think them through. The academy should take notes as this is the best stimulus Vy's encountered since joining. Maybe that's because it pretty much is the real thing. She doesn't allow for her feet to stop as they go on autopilot. After a couple of seconds she puts together that finding the other's and not Jins is actually more important...though Jins may of already found them.

Why did Matthew even go back into the building? It completely escapes Vy's mind. All she knows is that he'd prefer to get on the ambulance with Kyanite. Most logical thing would be to retrieve something on account he made it clear he has no intentions of going after Jins. So the roof most likely, what a great place to revisit. Hopefully everyone manages to stay on the floor the entire time. The next location is set and she begins to head back to the staircase. Luckily the slightest noise of footsteps calls her off from entering the roof-access room. Quietly she closes the door, finally becoming conscious that this isn't another setup created to train them. Any sound of life is then shut off. At least she now knows the general direction, and that the company's thankfully not on the railless roof.

Nothing more to go on though, just the faint squeak of shoes a minute ago. With the pool room being close she follows the straight direction of the hallway. There's no other sound to have her turn a corner, and she's fully aware things did go down in that room before she made an appearance. Might as well put that next on her where to go list, and voices from the distances actually reenforce her right decision after a few yards. Since they're not staying undercover she might as well not and she hurries to the main door. A jammed entrance is all that greets her as she stares at the action occurring through the generous window. It's not breakable glass, as a sort of thick plastic creates the majority of the windows in doors at these sort of gyms. Maybe something heavy and pointy can get it to burst but finding another way in will probably be faster. After all pools always need changing rooms connected to them.

Before running off Vy takes a quick glance to witness what's going on. All that's needed is the sight of that weapon in the enemy's hands to have her darting off to the changing rooms Of course him swinging it at Matthew has her feet moving faster. As if she hasn't been running around this place enough this will hopefully be the last jog to strain her knee, though no pain can be felt currently. There's nothing but anxiousness to get inside, and actually to help. If something happens to Matthew? Who else will she have to tease and make sarcastic rude comments to? Well anyone, but his reactions never fail to be funny. Just incase it moves into the locker room she's racing through the boy's. Even during a fight most seem to be conscious enough to go into the appropriate gender room for some reason. No action fills the unused showers, and when she reaches the final door she slows down to scoop out what's going on before deciding on moves.

It's nice to see that it's three against one on account that the one holds a dangerous knife, and psychopaths are known to be as dangerous as the average person. They'll need all the help they can get, but three strong wannabe peacekeepers should be officiant. Since it appears that Alex may have a plan as he stays hidden, Vy decides to follow the same action. "Fancy meeting you here." Probably now's not the time for sarcasm but that's simply how she responds to any situation. Least her voice remains quiet and hushed. "Have a plan Stan, or are we just going in freestyle?"

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JINS REVENUE D I S T R I C T 2

◼ Ⅱ ▸ Something strikes me as odd. Matthew's not moving much as I come closer to him. He merely watches me with those conniving eyes of his. His eyes seemingly want to bore holes into my head with the amount of force he's not willing to give me. My every move is being calculated, I assume. He's not letting me out of this so easily, and I'm definately not letting him go. This will be the last moment he ever interfers with my life. This is the last time that he will ever ruin my plans. With the sudden appearance of my knife, it catches him off guard the moment his fist connects with the side of my head. I stumble backwards, crashing hard against the wall, but the blade still made the contact that I desired. A string of fire burns into my skin. The force of hitting the wall jarring my shoulder and the wounds I've already managed to aquire. Damn shame. I'd be so much more up to parr if only that damn chick hadn't shot me or cuffed me. She will feel the point of this blade if she dares to show her face around me and that's nothing more than a promise. Promises are never broken. "What's the matter? Blade not sharp enough for you?" My vision darkens when I start to gather my bearings. I bring my hands up to my face, being careful of the blade and run my fingers through my hair to feel the knot that he just left. My eyes narrow; trained on him. I watch his shirt start to turn colors. The redness seeps through his clothes and laughter comes out as I push off from the wall. "You're dim. Did you just think I would be an easy target? HUH?" I charge at him with a double vision; my head splitting in two with pain. I have to keep telling myself that I can't let it effect me though. I won't let it because I have my own mission to complete right now. I have nothing more to accomplish today than to make sure someone pays for what's went wrong. If not Kyanite, then Matthew will do, I'm sure. Oh, I'm very sure that Matthew will suffice. I push the blade downward within my fingers, latching both hands around the hilt of it. I wait a moment. Watching this guy mess around with the cut on his side. "Kyanite's never told you the truth, has she? How she nearly killed me? Then saved my life. How she promised that she would always be mine. Did she ever tell you that? DID SHE?" I look to the knife. The blood coats the edges of the blade. "Kyanite nearly killed me with a blade that day. I guess... consider this payback. An eye for an eye." My feet hit the ground with force, and thrust the blade upward and moving it down in time to hide it beside my body, and instead barrel into Matthew, using my strength that I've got to take him down. He isn't far from the sheet of still water. Just one good shove if he's really unsteady and he too will meet the same fate that Gala did. Although, I'm know he's more stubborn than that little girl. It will take more to do away with him. template by chelsey

[Jack Lexington]

While I'm preoccupied with the fact that Jins just slashed me with a dagger he falls back against the wall of the pool hall and knocks his head against it.

From one moment to the next most of my self control goes out the window and I feel nothing but hate. Hate because he cut up a twelve year old girl, ultimate hate because he wanted to kill the only girl who means the world to me and damn near did and hate just because he is this uncontrollable for of evil human nature that will come back to make our live a living hell if I don't end it.

My knuckles turn white at my side when I see him push off the wall again. There's a dangerous sparkle in my eye because I want nothing more than for Jins to pay the ultimate price. So I charge for him just the way he flings himself at me mindful of the dagger that's still in his hands. I try to bring my knee up in his side on impact.
Instead of taking another swing at me with this dangerous weapon he throws his side into me like a rubgy player. I reach for his arm with the knife to keep controll of it but the impact hits my bleeding side so hard that he kicks me off balance and makes me stumble backwards. My right foot slips on the wet surface and his whole damn body weight comes crashing down on me.
I feel the hard tiles of the pool area slip away under my back until the back of my head is over the edge and in the water.
There's no worse position to be in right now with Jins on top of me and my face almost under the surface. All he needs to do is hold me in place and push my head down.
Panic sets in. I'm in a way too bad position right now. I need to get out underneath him but he's heavy and not ready to budge.
Like a caged animal I toss and kick underneath him to throw him off when my eyes fall on the blood stained spot on his shoulder.
Instantly I reach up and drive my fingers right into it.
My heart is pumping like crazy in my chest as my head gets dunked backwards into the water and it closes above my nose and mouth for a second. Holding my breath I feel the one thing I can't use right now: Fear combined with a shitload of anger.
My heart beat races incredibly making my body shake as I decide that the only way to get him off me is to roll backwards into the pool and take my enemy down there with me.
A second later both of us are submerged in cold, clorine water sinking like a submarine that got hit by a torpedo.

[Anatra]

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Alex ORCA

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I'm behind the pillar when suddenly Vy creeps up behind me. "Fancy meeting you here." She says, and although I'm surprised, I keep myself completely calm. I look oblivious to her arrival, eyes pinned on the fight which I will be joining any moment. But her being here makes it different. More difficult. I can't just throw two lives in there without care, let alone one. "Vy." I say her name, addressing her only, not caring for 'hellos' and happy smiles.

"Have a plan Stan, or are we just going in freestyle?" She's more happy about this than I am, I think. 'Stan' she calls me. I don't know why. Probably just to sound cool, maybe just so she can rhyme a little bit. I don't care. "Freestyle. Unless you plan on doing a flip or two." I tell her this simply to counter her little sarcastic tone. It annoys me, a little. I wish it didn't because she seems decent. We all really misunderstood her at first, but I think I've been growing weary of her nature of intent for a while. Anybody who wants friends tries to get them.

"I have a gun, so do you. Why is this so difficult?" I ask her, simply because I need to know. Every time we've had the upper hand, it has been too difficult to fire a shot safely. Jins has always had somebody at his heel. Should I risk it this time, or not? I don't know. What if I shoot Matthew?

I don't get a chance to decide, they're already at each other's throats. In a few moments, that becomes more literal than I expected it to be. Jins has tackled Matthew straight to the ground, only a few inches between his head and the water of the pool. A lot happens, but I don't see it because I'm giving Vy a look that hopefully suggests how much I want to intervene. I'm going to go alone in a minute. All I need to do is shoot him, it's not that hard.

Suddenly, though, they're both in the water. And I'm running to the edge.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Alex." Vy decides to give the same greeting back since that's how he wants to play it. There may be a hint of sarcasm in there yet again but her voice remains relatively monotoned. With all the drama and blood going on a little humor won't hurt at all. A bit is given back as Alex's offers for Vy to do a couple of flips for an entrance. His voice is even more stale then her's but she can tell he's returning the sarcasm. It's difficult to know if he's agreeing to the jokes or opposing them. The scenario doesn't help as his displeased face could be over what's going on.

The fighters on the other hand have stepped back from one another as Jins falls roughly against the wall. Good for Matthew who still has the upper hand, though that cut's nothing to be overlooked. Hopefully it's not as bad as his opponent's damage, if that even makes a difference. Guess there's a second for a quick plan, along with the sarcastic comments that will automatically come if Vy's involved. Still she keeps her gaze going back and forth between the battle and Alex. His suggestion of freestyle may need some revising. Their firearms do put them at an advantage but not if Matthew's against their target. Her expression grows baffled, it always appeared that Alex had the highest potential for peacekeeping...or maybe he does.

"It's not, but we can't just go blazing in there." Vy becomes slightly agitated though it's difficult to hear it in the whisper to stay quiet. "Rather not shoot Matt." Might as well give her explanation before one in needed. There's not even any time for that as the boys collide together once again; the prediction of not being able to just fire away coming true. A slight strategy would of been useful but now they're out of time completely. The wrong person is on top and Matthew's head is far too close to the water.

Only a short glance given at the exact same time is enough to signal that it's time to move in. With a weapon that close to them, in the enemy's hands with him on top, a plan is no longer needed as it simply comes down to saving a friend. After everything that happened the only life that can be lost is Jins. Just as they reveal their location to join in, the fight has moved into the water. Pulling the creep away and dislodging his weapon might of been simple, but with the water comes an entirely new play. They both have guns, and with Alex not dropping in yet Vy takes the intuitive to lose hers and dive in herself. No use of a wet firearm, and Alex is probably better at aim anyways. Jins's weapon on the other hand could of landed anywhere, could of sliced either of them. And without knowledge of anything else she's instinctively jumping to help.

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JINS REVENUE D I S T R I C T 2

◼ Ⅱ ▸ I'm more than satisfied with the way he fell for the attack with the dagger. Instead of using the blade to hit his skin, it gives me ample time to barrel him down and with all the luck in the world, his footing slips on some of the water on the ground and my weight takes him down just like that. He hits the ground within inches of missing the pool. His head though, is clearly so close to the edge. A dangerous smile plays on my lips. The dagger in one of my hands comes up again with the other attached with the cuffs. I bring my hands up with the blade facing downward and go to plunge the blade into his skin when he starts to go mad. He starts fighting me like an animal. Doing anything and everything in order to have the upper hand, but still, the blade in my hand is stead fast and ready. I watch that look in his eyes. He's not going to make this easy for me at all and he shows it by digging into the bullet wound on my shoulder that the woman had given me. I roar. I literally see redness coat my vision as he does it. The pain rips through my shoulder and shocks me down to my toes. I jerk backwards out of his grasp but just as that happens, I bring my hands down and use the cuffs as my weapon, pushing against his neck and pushing his head under the water. I wont let up. Not now. I'm so close. There's no chance of Matthew getting out of this and the feeling of this revenge is so sweet. The only bad thing about this position, is he brings his legs up from underneath me, and from one momen to the next, I find myself in the pool, the chlorine induced water burning my nose and the wounds I've incurred. Bubbles escape my mouth so quickly until I realize what's going on. My bearings finally get to me, and I hold on to every bit of air that I've got left. I watch as Matthew seems to be trying to get back to the edge of the pool but I can't let him. I kick with my feet as hard as I can and grab for his feet and pull him down yet again. Luckily, I've not lost the blade. I pull him closer to me, grabbing the clothes in order to do so. With the last air bubble of breath I've got, the clean blade I push through the water and sink it deep within his chest. I blink under the water, the chlorine burning my eyes, but about the time that I intend to pull the blade out, I feel a pair of hands on me and I'm pulled away from my enemy and I thrash around to get out of the grasp. template by chelsey

[Jack Lexington]

MATTHEW DUNHAM

Fights usually are my comfort zone. Most times I feels like I can win and take on anybody without a doubt. There were only few times when I fought for my life though. Not even the pregames were meant to go that far. When I put those steel bolts in my opponent months ago they initially were meant to kill him. I still don’t know why I didn’t go through with it. I should have. If I knew then what I know now I would have.

Now I’ve got a chain pressed against my throat forcing me under water until I’m entangled in the very same man while we’re sinking to the bottom of this pool because I haven’t let go of his arm with the weapon and he’s struggling hard against my grip.
The water feels unusually cold right now and fills every pore of my body soaking me through and through and putting more pressure on us as we reach the blue bottom of the pool.

Fighting under water is extremely difficult because it slows down every punch and kick with it’s resistance. You have to resort to pressure: Strangling, twisting limbs, digging into points that will hurt.

If only my fear didn’t play such a huge part in my emotions right. Anger I can handle, fear, not so much because I don’t get it a lot. Right now the memory of Galas cut up body staining the now clear water distract me for seconds at a time. I’m worried for my own life right now, which makes me uncertain. My hands shake, loose their strong grip, my breath runs out before it should because my heart is racing so badly.

Next thing I know he slips from me and I can’t locate the knife through the blur of the water that his arms and legs whirl around like a washing machine.
If I can’t get a hold of it I can only try to get as far away from his as possible so I kick hard against the bottom of the pool aiming to break the surface of the water but long before I do he’s got a grip on my pants, then my belt. I kick at him. My shirt.

But then he’s got me. I can feel him slam his fist into my chest and immediately I know it was the one holding the dagger. The pain that erupts in my chest is undescribable. It makes me go limp from one second to the next.
I scream rough and desperate under water. That scream just explodes and a second later my throat is full of water.
Breath, breath. I cry at myself desperately touching the handle of the dagger and trying to swim to the surface so I can get some air at the same time.

For a fragment of time my mouth breaks through the surface and allows me a small breath of air but I can barely suck it in before the water’s got me again.
I’ve never been in as much pain before, not in the arena, not with Kyanite in the woods or any other moment. It radiates through every fibre of my body from the very core. I can't handle it.
This is bad. I don’t have to look to know he’s killing me.

I struggle and struggle but my chest is so agitated and heavy at the same time that I barely manage to get my head above the water. “Help.” I gasp at noone in particular. Maybe one of the others will hear me.
Jins let go…maybe he’s done, too.