(Melina Frost continued from A Moment's Hesitation/The Pedestrian. Private between Melina, Jessa, Renee and Margaret.)
Melina grinded to a halt as her stamina finally drained, the soles of her shoes finding wetter ground as she looked up to see the marsh in front of her. Panting, her eyes traced their way along the littered earth, finding corpses scattered every so often, face down in the grime. She couldn't help but admire some of the handiwork - Anna Vaan's lifeless body in particular was almost a work of art. Still, her exhausted mind regained its sense and she couldn't help but wonder why that of all things caught her eye.
Where the fuck are they!?
Angrier than hell and slightly unnerved, Melina felt her grip tighten on the shotgun as she sat down on a nearby log for a moment to catch her breath. She'd recognized one of the assailants back at the tree as the bitch who'd fucked up her face, and part of her was hoping that she'd be the first to show herself here. This time, she'd be ready for her. That dyke would get exactly what was coming to her, whether she saw it or not.
Still, what worried her even more was how distant Jessa and Renee seemed to be growing. Renee, while fiery, was definitely the more obedient of the two, but on the other hand she'd been putting up with Melina for far longer. Jessa had of course been basiaclly raped though, and both of them could be conspiring to kill her at that very moment. Paranoia was beginning to set in, and with every second Melina felt like she was losing more and more control.
Then take it back.
Smugly, Melina straightened herself on the log and lowered her pack off her back, raising the shotgun out into the brush as two silhouettes began to make their way towards her. After taking a moment to make sure they belonged to her Angels and not some other unwelcomed guests, her voice stiffened and resumed its usual brassy, commanding tone.
"And just when did either of you plan on helping me, huh?" She asked casually, a jaunty smile playing across her lips as she stared right through the two girls with her one remaining useful eye. The sun danced across her face in the early morning, exposing all of the fleshy horrors that Laeil Burbank had inflicted upon her, and hopefully helping her to deliver her message all the clearer.
Faith in Nothing
((continued from AMH/Pedz))
Jessa approached Melina slowly, her knife tucked into her belt and her open hands in front of her as a sign of "woah, chill-the-fuck-out". She hadn't known what to expect upon catching up to Mel, but it had seemed obvious she'd be pissed. Jessa wasn't about to kid herself; going after the bitch was like cornering a wild animal, except it was much harder to predict if and when she would strike. The idea had kicked at her brain a few times on the way to the marsh to just turn around and forget about finishing Mel, but if Jessa was anything close to brave she was five or six times as spiteful. That bitch was going to burn.
'You stupid cunt, you were the one going in there all gung-ho like an idiot. Maybe if you'd played a little smarter your face wouldn't look like a steak...'
"What're you talking about, we were fighting too," Jessa lied, without being confrontational. "We got jumped from behind," she added, not so much thinking quickly as just reciting what she'd thought up earlier. She didn't bother to look at Renee, lest it seem suspicious.
Jessa approached Melina slowly, her knife tucked into her belt and her open hands in front of her as a sign of "woah, chill-the-fuck-out". She hadn't known what to expect upon catching up to Mel, but it had seemed obvious she'd be pissed. Jessa wasn't about to kid herself; going after the bitch was like cornering a wild animal, except it was much harder to predict if and when she would strike. The idea had kicked at her brain a few times on the way to the marsh to just turn around and forget about finishing Mel, but if Jessa was anything close to brave she was five or six times as spiteful. That bitch was going to burn.
'You stupid cunt, you were the one going in there all gung-ho like an idiot. Maybe if you'd played a little smarter your face wouldn't look like a steak...'
"What're you talking about, we were fighting too," Jessa lied, without being confrontational. "We got jumped from behind," she added, not so much thinking quickly as just reciting what she'd thought up earlier. She didn't bother to look at Renee, lest it seem suspicious.
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((Rio continued from wherever Jessa came from.))
Renee Valenti was wincing, and it looked like her face had started to get used to that position as she trudged into the marsh with Melina and Jessa. The place looked almost like the set of a bad Sherlock Holmes-style detective movie, and Mel ever the murderer as she turned to face Renee.
Renee returned Melina's sadistic yet hollow smile with a half frustrated, half disgusted wince, particularly after staring at the other redhead's disfigurement for a few seconds. She reassured herself that as much as her wincing from the marsh smells must've contorted her own mug, at least it didn't turn out as bad as that of the leader of the supposed-to-be-deadly Poison Angels. It was mostly hollow solace though. It wasn't hard to see that Melina was probably going to try killing them both then and there in this aptly-suitable environment. And maybe take Renee's hiking boots to protect her feet while she was at it, lest she catch something while disposing of the corpses.
Unless maybe it's an STD...
The least Renee could do at the moment was at least give the impression that the feeling wasn't mutual, as Melina asked the half-predictable question of why the girls didn't exactly help her back at the bridge.
"All I got was this bow and," she turned around and brought her quiver forward to find she had only one left, "arrow and fuck...I can't do much close up with these unless I fucking strangle someone with the bow," the once-near-twin redhead retorted. "We managed to get rid of whoever was chasing us but you were leaving soon as I could find a vantage point."
Renee Valenti was wincing, and it looked like her face had started to get used to that position as she trudged into the marsh with Melina and Jessa. The place looked almost like the set of a bad Sherlock Holmes-style detective movie, and Mel ever the murderer as she turned to face Renee.
Renee returned Melina's sadistic yet hollow smile with a half frustrated, half disgusted wince, particularly after staring at the other redhead's disfigurement for a few seconds. She reassured herself that as much as her wincing from the marsh smells must've contorted her own mug, at least it didn't turn out as bad as that of the leader of the supposed-to-be-deadly Poison Angels. It was mostly hollow solace though. It wasn't hard to see that Melina was probably going to try killing them both then and there in this aptly-suitable environment. And maybe take Renee's hiking boots to protect her feet while she was at it, lest she catch something while disposing of the corpses.
Unless maybe it's an STD...
The least Renee could do at the moment was at least give the impression that the feeling wasn't mutual, as Melina asked the half-predictable question of why the girls didn't exactly help her back at the bridge.
"All I got was this bow and," she turned around and brought her quiver forward to find she had only one left, "arrow and fuck...I can't do much close up with these unless I fucking strangle someone with the bow," the once-near-twin redhead retorted. "We managed to get rid of whoever was chasing us but you were leaving soon as I could find a vantage point."
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((Margaret Tweedy continued from A Moment's Hesitation/The Pedestrian))
There she was. Margaret saw her through the brush. She followed the girls here to seek their master, and she found her waiting and brooding like the monster she was.
Her face was a hideous wreck, worse than a satellite map of a war-torn country, because at least the map had clear areas. In Melina's case, there was an area in which every square centimeter was covered in horrible agony, a twisted mess of scar tissue digging into her skin. Margaret thought she could spy a crater; could that have once housed an eye? It was a wonder the bitch hadn't dropped dead form infection by now.
But here she was, and Margaret had to finish her off. Laeil would bitch and moan about this, she didn't doubt, but the lesbian had her chance and now Margaret was getting hers. The only decision she would have to make would be what she would use to finish the job, the chain or the musket. Ultimately she settled on opening with the musket, which would have better range, but only for one shot, at which point she'd have to resort to melee.
Margaret crouched and waited for the Angels to get closer to the jungle. Soon she would be fulfilled.
There she was. Margaret saw her through the brush. She followed the girls here to seek their master, and she found her waiting and brooding like the monster she was.
Her face was a hideous wreck, worse than a satellite map of a war-torn country, because at least the map had clear areas. In Melina's case, there was an area in which every square centimeter was covered in horrible agony, a twisted mess of scar tissue digging into her skin. Margaret thought she could spy a crater; could that have once housed an eye? It was a wonder the bitch hadn't dropped dead form infection by now.
But here she was, and Margaret had to finish her off. Laeil would bitch and moan about this, she didn't doubt, but the lesbian had her chance and now Margaret was getting hers. The only decision she would have to make would be what she would use to finish the job, the chain or the musket. Ultimately she settled on opening with the musket, which would have better range, but only for one shot, at which point she'd have to resort to melee.
Margaret crouched and waited for the Angels to get closer to the jungle. Soon she would be fulfilled.
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"What're you talking about? We were fighting too. We got jumped from behind."
"Ah, of course, how could I forget...?"
Jessa's words instantly reminded Melina of the three conniving bitches (well, two bitches and a bastard) that had jumped her and the Angels back at the swinging bridge, and eyed Jessa carefully as she brought that up. It was certainly possible that they didn't help her because they were pre-occupied, but that didn't detract from the fact that her and Renee hadn't bothered to stay with her in the first place. Just what were the two of them planning, and why wasn't she in on it?
As if on cue, Renee appeared by Jessa's side and added to her argument.
"We managed to get rid of whoever was chasing us but you were leaving soon as I could find a vantage point."
There it is.
"Oh, really?" Melina started, giving Jessa a quick glance but turning her full attention more towards Renee. Something the girl said had struck a chord with her, and she was slowly beginning to unravel the contradictions in it.
"If you didn't have a...vantage point..." she added with stinging emphasis, "...then how the hell did you shoot at that albino kid when we were attacking them?"
Renee hadn't had a problem attacking Michael Anders as the girls invaded the bridge area, so her justification for why her and Jessa hadn't helped her made very little sense. Melina stared daggers at the red-head, waiting to see how she'd explain exactly what her and Jessa were doing as she almost lost her life to more firebombs. Fire had done enough damage to her in the last few days, and now it was time to turn up the heat on Renee.
"Ah, of course, how could I forget...?"
Jessa's words instantly reminded Melina of the three conniving bitches (well, two bitches and a bastard) that had jumped her and the Angels back at the swinging bridge, and eyed Jessa carefully as she brought that up. It was certainly possible that they didn't help her because they were pre-occupied, but that didn't detract from the fact that her and Renee hadn't bothered to stay with her in the first place. Just what were the two of them planning, and why wasn't she in on it?
As if on cue, Renee appeared by Jessa's side and added to her argument.
"We managed to get rid of whoever was chasing us but you were leaving soon as I could find a vantage point."
There it is.
"Oh, really?" Melina started, giving Jessa a quick glance but turning her full attention more towards Renee. Something the girl said had struck a chord with her, and she was slowly beginning to unravel the contradictions in it.
"If you didn't have a...vantage point..." she added with stinging emphasis, "...then how the hell did you shoot at that albino kid when we were attacking them?"
Renee hadn't had a problem attacking Michael Anders as the girls invaded the bridge area, so her justification for why her and Jessa hadn't helped her made very little sense. Melina stared daggers at the red-head, waiting to see how she'd explain exactly what her and Jessa were doing as she almost lost her life to more firebombs. Fire had done enough damage to her in the last few days, and now it was time to turn up the heat on Renee.
Jessa felt a vein kick in her forehead the moment Melina repeated the word "vantage point". If she didn't feel like there was still a thin ray of hope in salvaging the situation she would've turned and soundly slapped Renee in the face. The dumb bitch. Instead she masked her irritation and attempted to talk Mel down.
"She only had one arrow left at that point anyway, Mel...and you were already pulling back. Come on, let's just drop it. We're all tired, you know? Maybe we should find somewhere safe to rest up for a while..."
'Come on, Margey, what's the fucking hold up...? Shoot the bitch!'
"She only had one arrow left at that point anyway, Mel...and you were already pulling back. Come on, let's just drop it. We're all tired, you know? Maybe we should find somewhere safe to rest up for a while..."
'Come on, Margey, what's the fucking hold up...? Shoot the bitch!'
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At this point Renee really just wanted to stab the bitch. Hell, even giving off a glare of serious business would suffice. Unfortunately, she could not bring herself to do either because it would complicate things, and just gave a sigh of frustration, shaking her head.
"By the time I started attacking, you started leaving. Look, we're all still here and breathing, okay? Jessa's right, we should try to find a place to rest."
"By the time I started attacking, you started leaving. Look, we're all still here and breathing, okay? Jessa's right, we should try to find a place to rest."
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Now was as good a time to act as any. Margaret shouldered her rifle and took careful aim at Melina, then pulled the trigger. Of course, since she was stuck with a musket, there was no guarantee that it would hit worth a damn, and she'd only get the one shot.
So she dropped the musket and charged out of the bushes, with only her length of chain to aid her. She made no sound as she charged her hated enemy, but a wide-eyed snarl affixed to her face made her intentions perfectly clear. If all went well, she would crush Melina's throat with the chain and then, who knew?
So she dropped the musket and charged out of the bushes, with only her length of chain to aid her. She made no sound as she charged her hated enemy, but a wide-eyed snarl affixed to her face made her intentions perfectly clear. If all went well, she would crush Melina's throat with the chain and then, who knew?
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As the girls tried to defuse the situation, Melina couldn't help but wonder exactly why they seemed so agitated. The girls had just rested for a long time before coming to the swinging bridge mere hours before, so she couldn't understand how they were all tired already, especially since she'd done all of the fighting. They were scared of her, though, and that was exactly what she wanted. Nobody ever fucked with Melina Frost and got away with it. No doctor, no teacher, no student. Not a single-...
*BANG*
Melina felt her breath catch in her throat and her grip loosen on the shotgun before she could comprehend what had just happened, eventually looking down in awe to notice the gaping bullet wound in her chest. Desperately she gasped for air, clutching the shotgun more intensely now as she stared up furiously towards Jessa and Renee, neither of whom could have been responsible for the shot. Unsure of what else to do she stood up, taking a second to look at her wound again...
Just before she looked down something popped out of the trees, and the hick whore Margaret Tweedy came running at her with a chain similar to her own brandished. Melina's face contorted furiously in a mix of rage and disgusting carnage, and even though she wasn't prepared for it she found herself hopping behind the log in an instant, ducking for a second so that Margaret missed with her attack.
Standing almost immediately afterwards she unloaded two shotgun rounds directly into Margaret's chest at short-range, grinning sadistically as she was sure she'd left her mark. She'd always been a nuisance around Southridge, and now she was getting what she rightfully deserved. Still, Melina found herself backing away cautiously, unsure of exactly what was about to unfold. All she knew now was the familiar sensations of pain and paranoia, and together they were driving her crazy.
"God damnit!" she wheezed through strained breaths, firing another buckshot as she turned and staggered away, completely abandoning her pack and supplies. She couldn't let it all end now - not like this. There was still too much she had to do, still too many people who didn't deserve to be roaming free...
*Squish*
Freezing in place, Melina looked down to notice a bubbling liquid beneath her, and all at once her mind and heart raced faster than they had been even moments prior. She tried with all her strength to move her feet, but the ground seemed to be swallowing her whole, slowly engulfing her as she struggled against it. Somehow managing to shift her torso to face Jessa and Renee, she screamed out in panic.
"Agh, fucking help me out here!" she barely managed to squeal, more scared, vulnerable and pathetic than she'd ever felt or seemed in her life.
*BANG*
Melina felt her breath catch in her throat and her grip loosen on the shotgun before she could comprehend what had just happened, eventually looking down in awe to notice the gaping bullet wound in her chest. Desperately she gasped for air, clutching the shotgun more intensely now as she stared up furiously towards Jessa and Renee, neither of whom could have been responsible for the shot. Unsure of what else to do she stood up, taking a second to look at her wound again...
Just before she looked down something popped out of the trees, and the hick whore Margaret Tweedy came running at her with a chain similar to her own brandished. Melina's face contorted furiously in a mix of rage and disgusting carnage, and even though she wasn't prepared for it she found herself hopping behind the log in an instant, ducking for a second so that Margaret missed with her attack.
Standing almost immediately afterwards she unloaded two shotgun rounds directly into Margaret's chest at short-range, grinning sadistically as she was sure she'd left her mark. She'd always been a nuisance around Southridge, and now she was getting what she rightfully deserved. Still, Melina found herself backing away cautiously, unsure of exactly what was about to unfold. All she knew now was the familiar sensations of pain and paranoia, and together they were driving her crazy.
"God damnit!" she wheezed through strained breaths, firing another buckshot as she turned and staggered away, completely abandoning her pack and supplies. She couldn't let it all end now - not like this. There was still too much she had to do, still too many people who didn't deserve to be roaming free...
*Squish*
Freezing in place, Melina looked down to notice a bubbling liquid beneath her, and all at once her mind and heart raced faster than they had been even moments prior. She tried with all her strength to move her feet, but the ground seemed to be swallowing her whole, slowly engulfing her as she struggled against it. Somehow managing to shift her torso to face Jessa and Renee, she screamed out in panic.
"Agh, fucking help me out here!" she barely managed to squeal, more scared, vulnerable and pathetic than she'd ever felt or seemed in her life.
Margaret wasn't expecting to survive a final confrontation with Melina. Her only real weapon was a single shot musket, so she'd have to play a tedious game of cat and mouse with her opponent. She lost patience, and now she paid the price.
Two barrels of buckshot to the shoulder was something that no human could overcome. It stopped Margaret clean in her tracks and caused her to collapse onto her knees, then her left arm, or should she say her only arm. In the corner of her eye, she could see her hand a few feet away, and after she moved her head, the arm attached to it, which ended in a twisted, bloody mess just above the elbow.
She wasn't able to see much else, though. Her vision was blurring, and she could feel more and more of her skin wetting with blood. All she could do was listen to Melina's screams.
"Agh! Fucking help me out here!"
"Heheh," Margaret chuckled. "Finally... got... you..."
She didn't inhale again.
Margaret Tweedy - Deceased
Two barrels of buckshot to the shoulder was something that no human could overcome. It stopped Margaret clean in her tracks and caused her to collapse onto her knees, then her left arm, or should she say her only arm. In the corner of her eye, she could see her hand a few feet away, and after she moved her head, the arm attached to it, which ended in a twisted, bloody mess just above the elbow.
She wasn't able to see much else, though. Her vision was blurring, and she could feel more and more of her skin wetting with blood. All she could do was listen to Melina's screams.
"Agh! Fucking help me out here!"
"Heheh," Margaret chuckled. "Finally... got... you..."
She didn't inhale again.
Margaret Tweedy - Deceased
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Marge finally took her shot. Jessa couldn't be sure where she was hiding, but judging from the sizable wound that suddenly appeared on Mel's front, the plan had worked. Problem was, the bitch didn't go down. Jessa stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights as Mel glared savagely at her and Renee, sure that an assfull of buckshot was in their very immediate future.
Fortunately for the two girls, Margaret came running in brandishing a chain and distracted the crazy fucker before she could so much as decide who to shoot first. Jessa instinctively scrambled away from Melina and dropped hastily onto her belly amidst some tall grass, muddy water slapping up against her chin and between her tits. From here she could see Mel take cover behind a log.
'Goddammit! What the fuck is it going to take!?'
A lot more than Margaret Tweedy with a chain, apparently obviously. Mel blew her away without much effort. Jessa's mind raced, her hand clutching the knife tightly as if it would protect her from that shotgun any more than a potato chip shaped like Abraham Lincoln. No doubt she and Renee were next (hopefully in reverse order; maybe she could get away while Mel went after the stupid bitch).
Suddenly, to Jessa's complete bewilderment, Mel screamed for help. It took a good couple seconds of hesitation before her curiosity won out over her fear of getting shot, but once Mel's burnt and visibly horrified face disappeared behind the log Jessa had to pull herself up and see what the hell was going on.
And oh, what was going on. From the looks of it the dumb cunt had somehow found herself up to her ass in quicksand.
'Oh...my gawd. This is just too fuckin' sweet.'
"Hold on, Mel!" she called. She fought an dark smile as she approached the struggling girl with caution, no longer for her psychotic shotgunny wrath but for the unstable ground that had swallowed her more than halfway up. Jessa knelt down and set her knife on the solid ground beside her, reaching out for Melina's hand. "Gimme your hand, quick."
Melina complied, first with one hand and then the other. Jessa was very annoyed that she'd let go of the shotgun, which sank promptly from view, but she wasn't about to let the wasted firearm ruin this for her. With some effort she managed to pull Mel closer, heavily savoring the pathetic expression on the other girl's face. Finally Jessa got an arm around her. Mel in turn clutched at her shoulder, forming something of an embrace between the two.
"There we go..." Jessa sighed in Melina's ear, hoping very much that the girl felt relieved and safe in her arms. Her free hand made its way quietly down to her side.
"...don't worry, I've got you. I've finally..."
Stab.
"...got you..."
Stab.
"...you burnt--"
Stab.
"--shit--"
Stab.
"--gay--"
Stab.
"--face!"
Stab.
Marge finally took her shot. Jessa couldn't be sure where she was hiding, but judging from the sizable wound that suddenly appeared on Mel's front, the plan had worked. Problem was, the bitch didn't go down. Jessa stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights as Mel glared savagely at her and Renee, sure that an assfull of buckshot was in their very immediate future.
Fortunately for the two girls, Margaret came running in brandishing a chain and distracted the crazy fucker before she could so much as decide who to shoot first. Jessa instinctively scrambled away from Melina and dropped hastily onto her belly amidst some tall grass, muddy water slapping up against her chin and between her tits. From here she could see Mel take cover behind a log.
'Goddammit! What the fuck is it going to take!?'
A lot more than Margaret Tweedy with a chain, apparently obviously. Mel blew her away without much effort. Jessa's mind raced, her hand clutching the knife tightly as if it would protect her from that shotgun any more than a potato chip shaped like Abraham Lincoln. No doubt she and Renee were next (hopefully in reverse order; maybe she could get away while Mel went after the stupid bitch).
Suddenly, to Jessa's complete bewilderment, Mel screamed for help. It took a good couple seconds of hesitation before her curiosity won out over her fear of getting shot, but once Mel's burnt and visibly horrified face disappeared behind the log Jessa had to pull herself up and see what the hell was going on.
And oh, what was going on. From the looks of it the dumb cunt had somehow found herself up to her ass in quicksand.
'Oh...my gawd. This is just too fuckin' sweet.'
"Hold on, Mel!" she called. She fought an dark smile as she approached the struggling girl with caution, no longer for her psychotic shotgunny wrath but for the unstable ground that had swallowed her more than halfway up. Jessa knelt down and set her knife on the solid ground beside her, reaching out for Melina's hand. "Gimme your hand, quick."
Melina complied, first with one hand and then the other. Jessa was very annoyed that she'd let go of the shotgun, which sank promptly from view, but she wasn't about to let the wasted firearm ruin this for her. With some effort she managed to pull Mel closer, heavily savoring the pathetic expression on the other girl's face. Finally Jessa got an arm around her. Mel in turn clutched at her shoulder, forming something of an embrace between the two.
"There we go..." Jessa sighed in Melina's ear, hoping very much that the girl felt relieved and safe in her arms. Her free hand made its way quietly down to her side.
"...don't worry, I've got you. I've finally..."
Stab.
"...got you..."
Stab.
"...you burnt--"
Stab.
"--shit--"
Stab.
"--gay--"
Stab.
"--face!"
Stab.
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"Hold on, Mel!"
Jessa's voice responded to her cry of distress almost immediately, and Melina couldn't help but note that had she not scared the living shit into the girl, she probably wouldn't feel as compelled to help her out right now. As Jessa approached Melina discarded the shotgun in favour of keeping her life, and barely noticed as it sank into the ground beside her. She was more heavily concentrating on Jessa.
The girl set her scramasax down on the solid earth behind her and leaned over, reaching out for Melina's hand while dictating a set of instructions and apparently trying to keep her calm.
"Gimme your hand, quick."
Complying, Melina stretched her hand out and clutched Jessa's as hard as she could, moaning loudly in pain as the swamp water seeped into her wound, searing the exposed blood vessels and skin as it flooded into her. Fortunately Jessa's grasp was tight enough to pull her up and remove her wound from the murky water fairly quickly, and as she felt her other arm come free she grabbed hold of Jessa's shoulder tightly, clinging for dear life.
"There we go..." Jessa cooed lightly, strangely calm for how dire the situation was. Melina failed to notice the suspicion however, pulling herself a few inches closer to Jessa and holding on tightly. Somewhere deep inside her she felt indebted to her fellow 'angel'. She wasn't going to let that show, obviously. "Don't worry, I've got you..." she repeated and Melina felt herself relax in Jessa's grip as her legs started to come up out of the water. "I've finally..."
Stab.
"...got you!"
Melina felt like her chest was coming unzipped as Jessa's knife tore into her repeatedly, effectively expanding the gaping chest wound she'd suffered from the musket shot into a full-torso tear. Her eyes widened in shock as the scramasax pierced her, and she felt her grip on Jessa's clothing loosening as he body limped up, sinking slowly...
Jessa's insults became lost on her as one last ditch maneuver entered her mind, and without hesitating Melina grabbed onto Jessa's torso tightly, pulling with the last of her strength as the stabbing ceased and she sank slowly beneath the ground. She couldn't help but wonder absently if she'd been wrong for the entire game. Clearly, women could be just as conniving and deceptive as men...but it was too late for regret now. Jeff, Herman, Lance, and all the others were dead, and nothing could change that.
Melina's faced contorted in a mix of pain and a wicked smile as she sank beneath the murky earth, never relinquishing her grasp on Jessa Vanallen. Even in death, one thing held true for her; nobody fucked with Melina Frost and got away with it. Nobody.
G02: Melina Frost - DECEASED
Jessa's voice responded to her cry of distress almost immediately, and Melina couldn't help but note that had she not scared the living shit into the girl, she probably wouldn't feel as compelled to help her out right now. As Jessa approached Melina discarded the shotgun in favour of keeping her life, and barely noticed as it sank into the ground beside her. She was more heavily concentrating on Jessa.
The girl set her scramasax down on the solid earth behind her and leaned over, reaching out for Melina's hand while dictating a set of instructions and apparently trying to keep her calm.
"Gimme your hand, quick."
Complying, Melina stretched her hand out and clutched Jessa's as hard as she could, moaning loudly in pain as the swamp water seeped into her wound, searing the exposed blood vessels and skin as it flooded into her. Fortunately Jessa's grasp was tight enough to pull her up and remove her wound from the murky water fairly quickly, and as she felt her other arm come free she grabbed hold of Jessa's shoulder tightly, clinging for dear life.
"There we go..." Jessa cooed lightly, strangely calm for how dire the situation was. Melina failed to notice the suspicion however, pulling herself a few inches closer to Jessa and holding on tightly. Somewhere deep inside her she felt indebted to her fellow 'angel'. She wasn't going to let that show, obviously. "Don't worry, I've got you..." she repeated and Melina felt herself relax in Jessa's grip as her legs started to come up out of the water. "I've finally..."
Stab.
"...got you!"
Melina felt like her chest was coming unzipped as Jessa's knife tore into her repeatedly, effectively expanding the gaping chest wound she'd suffered from the musket shot into a full-torso tear. Her eyes widened in shock as the scramasax pierced her, and she felt her grip on Jessa's clothing loosening as he body limped up, sinking slowly...
Jessa's insults became lost on her as one last ditch maneuver entered her mind, and without hesitating Melina grabbed onto Jessa's torso tightly, pulling with the last of her strength as the stabbing ceased and she sank slowly beneath the ground. She couldn't help but wonder absently if she'd been wrong for the entire game. Clearly, women could be just as conniving and deceptive as men...but it was too late for regret now. Jeff, Herman, Lance, and all the others were dead, and nothing could change that.
Melina's faced contorted in a mix of pain and a wicked smile as she sank beneath the murky earth, never relinquishing her grasp on Jessa Vanallen. Even in death, one thing held true for her; nobody fucked with Melina Frost and got away with it. Nobody.
G02: Melina Frost - DECEASED
No drug or physical pleasure could top the high Jessa was getting right now off of stabbing Melina Frost's guts out. She could feel a cascade of warm blood spilling onto her hand as she plunged the knife in again and again. Jessa grinned, her lips glistening, her eyes glassy, and her teeth clenching uncomfortably tight of their own accord until they felt like they would break under the pressure.
Mel's grip began to release, but Jessa held onto her tightly to keep stabbing. She didn't care what Renee thought of this overkill; she could think of a dozen ways to explain it away, and even if she couldn't it wasn't likely to have bothered her anyway. This was what she'd been waiting for, revenge against the stupid redhead dyke that had all but made Jessa her bitch a few days back.
Why was it that--even though the remains of smashed cameras had littered the floor of that cottage bedroom--she couldn't shake the feeling that everyone had somehow witnessed her humiliation? She kept picturing just one surviving camera, recording everything from just the perfect angle to capture everything, and Danya (or at least her mental image of him) sitting in his big Bond-villain chair beating his ugly meat to the scene. Him and every greasy, fat, pedo-lesbo-bondage-rape enthusiast with the internet. Any of her exes could get the footage anytime they wanted and feel smugly superior to her as they jerked off to Mel raping her with a vase. Her friends wouldn't hesitate to tease her about it as often as they could, and chances were likely even her parents would know. They wouldn't say anything to her, but they'd know.
They'd all know.
Melina Frost had managed to make Jessa feel like it wasn't worth it to go back home, and for that she was paying dearly.
'That's right. You see what you get when...'
'....when...'
"...Leggo. Let go!" Jessa's smile vanished from her face the moment she felt Mel's grip on her suddenly tighten again. She struggled to break free, sure that the grasp of a dying girl wouldn't be hard to overcome. She was wrong. Somehow Mel held on relentlessly, and Jessa fought harder and harder to get away, dropping the knife and trying to pry the bitch off of her. Despite her frantic efforts she found herself being pulled into the quicksand after her.
"Let go! Let...go! Fucking let go of me you bitch! Get the fuck off me! Bitch! Fucking stupid cunt!..."
Jessa continued to scream as cloudy water flooded her mouth and nostrils, choking and thrashing against Mel's impossibly strong grip. There was no way to hold onto the muddy earth surrounding the pit, although fuck it if she didn't try. Within seconds Jessa was beyond rescue, completely submerged in the foul mixture that sucked her deeper, farther from the surface and precious oxygen. If she had taken a deep breath, Jessa might have lasted half-a-minute or so before losing consciousness. Not having taken that opportunity however, and being a frequent smoker, it took less than fifteen seconds.
G09: VANALLEN, JESSA -- ELIMINATED
Mel's grip began to release, but Jessa held onto her tightly to keep stabbing. She didn't care what Renee thought of this overkill; she could think of a dozen ways to explain it away, and even if she couldn't it wasn't likely to have bothered her anyway. This was what she'd been waiting for, revenge against the stupid redhead dyke that had all but made Jessa her bitch a few days back.
Why was it that--even though the remains of smashed cameras had littered the floor of that cottage bedroom--she couldn't shake the feeling that everyone had somehow witnessed her humiliation? She kept picturing just one surviving camera, recording everything from just the perfect angle to capture everything, and Danya (or at least her mental image of him) sitting in his big Bond-villain chair beating his ugly meat to the scene. Him and every greasy, fat, pedo-lesbo-bondage-rape enthusiast with the internet. Any of her exes could get the footage anytime they wanted and feel smugly superior to her as they jerked off to Mel raping her with a vase. Her friends wouldn't hesitate to tease her about it as often as they could, and chances were likely even her parents would know. They wouldn't say anything to her, but they'd know.
They'd all know.
Melina Frost had managed to make Jessa feel like it wasn't worth it to go back home, and for that she was paying dearly.
'That's right. You see what you get when...'
'....when...'
"...Leggo. Let go!" Jessa's smile vanished from her face the moment she felt Mel's grip on her suddenly tighten again. She struggled to break free, sure that the grasp of a dying girl wouldn't be hard to overcome. She was wrong. Somehow Mel held on relentlessly, and Jessa fought harder and harder to get away, dropping the knife and trying to pry the bitch off of her. Despite her frantic efforts she found herself being pulled into the quicksand after her.
"Let go! Let...go! Fucking let go of me you bitch! Get the fuck off me! Bitch! Fucking stupid cunt!..."
Jessa continued to scream as cloudy water flooded her mouth and nostrils, choking and thrashing against Mel's impossibly strong grip. There was no way to hold onto the muddy earth surrounding the pit, although fuck it if she didn't try. Within seconds Jessa was beyond rescue, completely submerged in the foul mixture that sucked her deeper, farther from the surface and precious oxygen. If she had taken a deep breath, Jessa might have lasted half-a-minute or so before losing consciousness. Not having taken that opportunity however, and being a frequent smoker, it took less than fifteen seconds.
G09: VANALLEN, JESSA -- ELIMINATED
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It all happened so fast. Margaret Tweedy jumped out of the bushes and blasted Melina in the torso with a musket before having the favor returned with extreme prejudice. The other raging redhead had stepped out of the way only to find herself sinking in quicksand, a welcome surprise had Renee not also found herself in a similar situation.
As it happened, Renee had not only lunged out of the crossfire, she'd also made a jump for Melina's shotgun only to find that she had herself flat across same quicksand pool that Melina and Jessa were now sinking in. That she hadn't pierced through as Melina did when she stepped in was probably the reason she hadn't gotten sucked in as well.
And in the time she had taken to move about and grab a patch of soil to pull herself away, Jessa and Melina - and as she'd noticed mere seconds after safely returning to dry land, her supply bag - had literally gone to hell. She had heard the two screaming, though perhaps she was fortunate enough not to see all the gory details.
All that was left of the so-called Poison Angels now was Renee Valenti and deathly silence.
"Fuck...ing..." Renee was at a loss for words, focusing more of what effort remained after escaping the quicksand in what turned out to be a vain struggle against gasping in the murky marsh air to keep her nourishment in her stomach. Not that she would have noticed the vomit stains on her shoes amidst the quicksand.
Marge's chain lay close to her corpse. Anything substantial the other Poison Angels might have left had gone down the quicksand with them. Renee pulled the chain close to her, and slumped against a nearby tree. The musket was also nearby, but ammo wasn't.
Renee Valenti was alone. At the same time, she had also gained a bizarre degree of freedom. Blood Boy was dead, so was Melina Frost. Nobody apart from Danya and the forces of fatigue and gravity (as well as her subconscious) were keeping her "down." Not having actually killed anyone didn't help her recover quicker...but not having anyone around to try to kill her for the time being did help her clear mind a bit.
Fuck...now what?
She would leave as the sun rose with the chain and the bow and the remaining arrow. But she wouldn't leave with a clear idea of what to do next.
((Renee Valenti continued elsewhere))
As it happened, Renee had not only lunged out of the crossfire, she'd also made a jump for Melina's shotgun only to find that she had herself flat across same quicksand pool that Melina and Jessa were now sinking in. That she hadn't pierced through as Melina did when she stepped in was probably the reason she hadn't gotten sucked in as well.
And in the time she had taken to move about and grab a patch of soil to pull herself away, Jessa and Melina - and as she'd noticed mere seconds after safely returning to dry land, her supply bag - had literally gone to hell. She had heard the two screaming, though perhaps she was fortunate enough not to see all the gory details.
All that was left of the so-called Poison Angels now was Renee Valenti and deathly silence.
"Fuck...ing..." Renee was at a loss for words, focusing more of what effort remained after escaping the quicksand in what turned out to be a vain struggle against gasping in the murky marsh air to keep her nourishment in her stomach. Not that she would have noticed the vomit stains on her shoes amidst the quicksand.
Marge's chain lay close to her corpse. Anything substantial the other Poison Angels might have left had gone down the quicksand with them. Renee pulled the chain close to her, and slumped against a nearby tree. The musket was also nearby, but ammo wasn't.
Renee Valenti was alone. At the same time, she had also gained a bizarre degree of freedom. Blood Boy was dead, so was Melina Frost. Nobody apart from Danya and the forces of fatigue and gravity (as well as her subconscious) were keeping her "down." Not having actually killed anyone didn't help her recover quicker...but not having anyone around to try to kill her for the time being did help her clear mind a bit.
Fuck...now what?
She would leave as the sun rose with the chain and the bow and the remaining arrow. But she wouldn't leave with a clear idea of what to do next.
((Renee Valenti continued elsewhere))
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