[1v1] - Hard Lessons - Amrita/Zac

[Enoh Love]

The pathetic attempt at a kick was met with a small grunt and a very slight wobble, but was otherwise unimportant in the long run. Her FEAR shield continued to hold strong, and mostly undamaged by comparison.

"Cute." It replied to his boastful attempt to verbally knock her off guard. Its foot pressed harder into the poor wrist as the lanky grey body leaned down, kneeling at his side. Bloody fingers ran through his hair almost lovingly, while the other rested with a great deal of care on his shoulder. "Silly boil, I have friends who would kill for me." It was a boast, of course. She didn't honestly believe that her friends would kill if she asked them too - well, maybe Mimsy would, but - nevermind.

"Goodbye, you waste of flesh." The figure purred out sweetly, the bloody hand slipping from his hair to pose above his chest, all five nails coming together in a crude, deadly point. Without any further fanfare, the creature drove its hand right through his chest, shattering his sternum, piercing through flesh and muscle, and finally embedding the tips of three nails right into his heart.

HP: 47/60
Damage: 16  

[endejester]

He thought bones might have cracked in his wrist and he ********” Hissed between his teeth and he jerked back hard enough to crack his own head off the floor.

“Kill For?” He hissed, “Sure that’s the words you want?”
Why not after all? He wasn’t making it out of this alive.

His heart hammered in his chest and though he struggled against her grip, against the weight of her foot he couldn’t free himself, fingers laced through his hair in an almost intimate gesture before she traced those pointed nails over the hammering of his heart.

He wanted to be brave, he really did but he couldn’t surprise the terrified plea just before her fingers punctured his chest, splintering his sternum, the sound it made was nothing like the horror movies would have had you believe, the pain was beyond description, and yet at the same time it was oddly removed.

His eyes grew unfocused, and finally glassy before he lay all too still, pulse slowing to what seemed a stop beneath the intrusive points of her nails.

HP (-6)

Enoh Love

Its probably a shitty post from me but thank you so much!

 

[Enoh Love]

The Hunter's body went slack, and that was her cue to pull her bloody hand out of his chest. There were many options for her now, but which one to do was the only thing that caught her; he was still clinging to life, after all. It would be nothing for her to snuff out that fragile light of his in his current state. She could also leave him there to bleed out on his own, as she was quite aware that was a very real danger for an unwatched, dying creature. There was also dragging him into Halloween, where he might explode into thousands of fleshy bits, just like Stacey had - hrm.

So many choices, so little time.

But as she thought about it, she wiped her claws clean on the still pristine parts of his white jacket, and once that was finished she realized that she knew what she wanted to do, and had known all along.

Mimsy. She could let this Hunter go home, clinging to life...and in exchange, she could get a message to her dear friend. It was brilliant! Besides - and arguably more importantly - she missed talking to her, even if she was a Hunter. Mimsy understood her in a way that nobody else had, and likely ever could. The deep seated, lingering hate and the need to dissect and categorize a world that by no means made any sense. It was a comfort to have her around, even as a member of the enemy faction.

She could trust Mimsy with her entire core, as damaged as it was.

The Vetala's blue glow shone brighter than ever as the creature skipped off, managing to find a piece of paper and a writing utensil in a neighbouring room. It wasn't the best, but it would work - at least she hoped it would work - and she quickly began to scribble her message. It was a difficult message to write, mostly because everything she wanted to say, she couldn't; there was no guarantee that the message would go to the one it was intended, and she didn't want to get her into too much trouble. Hopefully, the short and sweet approach was the best option. Once finished and nicely folded, she tucked it into the scarf around the unconscious Hunter's bleeding midsection, with Mimsy's name scrawled across the top.

Then, backing up to the door, she drew in a deep breath, and:

"HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her dual voice melding together into one due to sheer volume. The moment she was done though, she took off, disappearing down a dark corridor.

All she could do was hope that Mimsy would get her letter; whether or not the messenger lived wasn't even a concern.

xendejester

xbittiface

xNothing Yet

Mimsy:

Here is a present for you ~ I hope you enjoy it! I worked very hard on it. c:

I'm still waiting.

- A