To Turn on Another [Betrayal at the Beach] (A v S Day 6)

[Kire]

spin me round, roll me over, fuckin' circus

Third Person, First Person, Says, Thinks

He poked roughly at the clover that was strapped to his chest, flinching only slightly at the pain that came from doing so. The wound on his chest was healing but definitely not healed. His sneer made his cheek ache slightly, stretching the scab over the gash on his face. This one he hadn't been able to treat more than cleaning it and hoping for the best. Still, the scab was forming properly and it was mostly painless.

Annora stood beside him, looking just as battered. Her wolfish appearance still gave him an odd thrill - thrill of the hunt, or thrill at being around another monster, he couldn't say - and he admired her sharp teeth whenever she smiled at him.

They had stayed on the beach that night, deciding to not bother travelling anywhere while they had both been so raw. Others cleared the area and so they had their own little spot near the bloody rocks.

In the morning they were alone, almost completely alone, on the beach. Faint shapes moved at the far end but here there was no one except for them. Looking at Annora, the memory of the last wolf-girl he had killed came to him. Were the Gamemakers telling him something? The smile on his lips was sharp and cold, lacking any sensation of comfort. Seemingly, he would kill another wolf, and seemingly that second wolf was Annora.

How nice it would be to finally take his revenge on her for ignoring him, disobeying him, acting like he had no control. Oh, she would learn. He would have control over her soon. The message on the rock could use some freshening up.

He sneered at her, removing his pole hammer from his pack in one swift movement before aiming it at her head.

[Attacks Annora | Pole Hammer]
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Miss -- 0.0 damage

Accuracy
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Stabbed in Eye -- X

Clue Seven - Ninth Birthday Bash

This clue will lead you far back in the past
Think gradients, italics, and posts in shades of blue
In fact it will lead you to an answer, dare you ask
“Who killed Enigma Lane?” - find their bio, and your next clue.

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[Kire]

stab it down, one way needle, pulled so slowly

Third Person, First Person, Says, Thinks

He wanted to see her flinch. He wanted to see her reaction when she realized he was going to kill her. Most of all, he didn't want this to be easy for her. The first thrust of his weapon blurred past her ear, intentionally going wide as he grinned wildly at her. He held her gaze for a moment before drawing his arm back again. This time he wouldn't play games. She had gone too long ignoring his order. It would end, and it would end right now.

Putting all of the power in his left arm into his attack, he stabbed at her face. For a moment he hadn't realized he had hit her since the resistance was much less than he had anticipated. He had expected skin and bone to cling to the point of his weapon for a moment, for sinew and muscle to strain against the intruding metal. That didn't happen. Instead, the point of the hammer dove deep into her eye and nearly lodged there, embedded in a puddle of what usef to be her eyeball. When he took in the carnage he had made of her face - her cheek had been flattened some, along with the bone around her eye - his wild grin grew even more savage. He let out a howl just the same as he had when he had killed the last wolf on this beach.

In fact, this was nearly the same spot that he had slain the other beast at. His message, rotting and smelling terribly, remained as he had written it on the large rock not far away. Yes, the rock could use a new splash of colour. He pulled Annora's backpack free of her body and rooted through it. Finding the blanket and the lipstick, he laid the fabric over the beach and used the lipstick like a marker to draw a skull and crossbones on the blanket. The lipstick looked almost like blood as he smeared what was left of the tube onto his makeshift Jolly Roger. Using the last of his duct tape, he strode to the rock and pasted the flag next to his message. No one could think that it had been anyone but him.

He hoped it scared them.

Returning to the body, he yanked his weapon free of her face with a sucking sound. Blood splashed up when the hammer dislodged, splattering his legs with red drops. He wiped Annora's brains off on her clothes before strapping the pole hammer to his pack once again. Going back to her things, he drank one of her kettles of water and swapped his empty kettle for her second full kettle. After a few more swaps, he had taken what he wanted of her possessions.

Her tapestry sat in his hand as he looked at her body. She may have been a wolf, but he had admired her beauty before he had destroyed it - destroying beauty was not a new concept to him, but this time he felt like he didn't need to broadcast the aftermath to the world - and so he laid the tapestry over her face and down as much of her body as would fit under the cloth.

With that done, he stood and walked away.

I will return for the next wolf.

Until then, he was getting a little tired of this beach.

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