This was everything he could have asked for right now.
It was almost too good for words.
[Lorenzo Tavares Continued From Gimme, Gimme Shelter, or I’m Gonna Fade Away]
Lorenzo left the temple hours ago, and had an opportunity to collect himself somewhat. He wasn’t crying anymore. His stomach was still twisting in knots, and his heart still felt like someone was attempting to crush it in their fist, but he was alright. He was fine. He understood what path lay ahead of him now. Now that he’d already done the one thing he was hesitant about, the one thing holding him back from truly becoming the monster he needed to be to survive in this place. It was almost euphoric. Like a feeling of adrenaline filling him completely.
Once you’ve taken one life, how hard could it be to take another? And another? And another? And how ever many he needed to until he made it back to the safety and warmth of his home. He had no other choice now. He made his decision when he split Sapphire open with his maul. There was no turning back. He had to let the feigned euphoria push down the overwhelming guilt and sadness that had been constantly threatening to burst from his body ever since the announcements had made his kill public.
Otherwise he’d already be dead.
And he couldn’t die. Not here. Not when his family was waiting for him.
He just hoped he’d still be able to reach out to them without the blood on his hands corrupting them too.
As he made his way through the island, a voice cut through the rain and alerted him to a familiar presence. Some idiot was singing at the top of their lungs in the wilderness. An idiot who Lorenzo recognized almost immediately. It was such perfect timing, Lorenzo almost burst out in another fit of laughter. Not wanting the other boy to spot him, he quietly slipped around where the singing dumb-ass was, until he was just outside of earshot. Through the trees, he had an eye on him, but just barely. Lorenzo was itching for some well-deserved revenge, but he refused to be caught off guard this time.
Emil had to pay for what happened back on the beach.
Emil looked alone for the most part, but Lorenzo wasn't stupid. Sure, he didn’t show himself back at the aviary when Emmett and Sapphire had attacked him, but something told him wherever Tweedledum was, Tweedledee was sure to make an appearance. And, if possible, Lorenzo would rather not have to fight two people at once again. If he could get them alone, and finish them off one by one, it would make his life one hundred times easier. So, for now it was better to simply stalk his prey from afar.
Lo and behold, after waiting for a bit, the second member of the undynamic duo made an appearance. Lorenzo was too far to hear anything they were saying, but he also seemed to bring someone else along with him. Unfortunately, from his position, Lorenzo couldn’t get eyes on the third member of their little group. Didn’t matter. With three the odds were too heavily against him. He wouldn’t approach. Not just yet. All of a sudden, it looked like Emil was walking away from the others. Lorenzo couldn’t help but smirk at his good fortune. As Emil began to walk away, Lorenzo also made his move, slipping through the trees and brush as quietly as he could, while still keeping an eye on the boy he was following.
He pulled the maul from its sheath and kept it at the ready.
Following after Emil was surprisingly easy. The boy was moving pretty quickly, but even still Lorenzo was able to keep a good amount of distance between them and yet still follow along without any issues. It was easy. So easy that it began to make him a bit unsettled. Emil was also going a good distance from where he’d left the other two. Why go so far from your allies? It was questionable. But Lorenzo shook the thoughts from his head. If Emil was stupid enough to leave himself completely vulnerable to attack, then Lorenzo would be more than happy to help him reap what he sewed.
Emil stopped.
Lorenzo stopped for a moment as well, watching him. Lorenzo grinned. A potty break it seemed. How unfortunate for him. Guess even dumb-ass Emil still got a little pee-shy. That’s why he went so far away. Lorenzo moved as quietly as he could. Closer to his target. His grip on the maul tightened.
Closer…
Closer…
He sprang out from the trees behind Emil with a roar and swung the maul straight for the other boy’s head.
Heeling of The USS Dekcuc
)sdrawkcab ti lleps( - Day 3 mid-morning after announcements
From his time on the internet, Emil knew that there were things you just didn’t do to people. There’s a few things that no normal human being would reasonably conceive as a good idea. Killing people was on the top of that list, but what Emil chose to do next was a close second.
It wasn’t like it wasn’t warranted. Even if Lorenzo hadn’t killed before, he was currently trying to kill Emil. He deserved to be knocked down a notch, and Emil knew exactly how to do that.
He wasn’t piss shy. He’d done things ten times dumber, he had no shame, he had no dignity. And now, now that Lorenzo came to attack him, and chose to stalk and kill him at his most ‘vulnerable’, neither would he.
He heard the footsteps before the scream. He sidestepped and turned around, aiming his stream down to up.
He took pride in landing his piss torrent into Lorenzo’s mouth as he avoided the swing.
It wasn’t like it wasn’t warranted. Even if Lorenzo hadn’t killed before, he was currently trying to kill Emil. He deserved to be knocked down a notch, and Emil knew exactly how to do that.
He wasn’t piss shy. He’d done things ten times dumber, he had no shame, he had no dignity. And now, now that Lorenzo came to attack him, and chose to stalk and kill him at his most ‘vulnerable’, neither would he.
He heard the footsteps before the scream. He sidestepped and turned around, aiming his stream down to up.
He took pride in landing his piss torrent into Lorenzo’s mouth as he avoided the swing.
Lorenzo’s swing was off target.
The maul crashed not into the back of Emil’s head like he planned, but instead took a chunk out of the tree he’d been pissing on. Emil was ready for him. He’d moved out of the way of the assault before Lorenzo had even made his move. Stupid. The tracker. Emil must have known he was coming the whole time. Lorenzo got played. Before he had a chance to collect himself and swing again, Emil turned to face him. Lorenzo’s mouth was wide open, and all of a sudden the stream coming from the other boy’s dick was sailing not to the ground, but instead splashing him in the face.
Lorenzo flinched back, his eyes slamming shut before the acrid piss could get in his eyes. Instead he got a face full of the stuff, sputtering as it got in his mouth and wiping at his face to try and block the heavy stream. He took a few steps back in response to the unexpected attack. Thankfully the rain was still coming strong, washing away the awful fluid from his face as he turned red with embarrassment and anger. Was this piece of shit serious? He fucking pissed on his face. Lorenzo spit onto the ground to get the vile taste out of his mouth. His eyes opened to glare at the other boy in a hot rage.
“Are you fucking serious?!” He screamed as he coughed out what was left of the piss-flavor that invaded his mouth.
If he'd had any doubts before this, they were far gone now. Lorenzo really wanted to kill this stupid motherfucker.
His grip on the maul tightened once more and he moved in, attempting to close the distance, and swung the maul at the other boy’s waist. Emil thought he could piss on him and get away with it? He’d chop that sorry little cock off and shove it down his fucking throat so he could choke on it.
The maul crashed not into the back of Emil’s head like he planned, but instead took a chunk out of the tree he’d been pissing on. Emil was ready for him. He’d moved out of the way of the assault before Lorenzo had even made his move. Stupid. The tracker. Emil must have known he was coming the whole time. Lorenzo got played. Before he had a chance to collect himself and swing again, Emil turned to face him. Lorenzo’s mouth was wide open, and all of a sudden the stream coming from the other boy’s dick was sailing not to the ground, but instead splashing him in the face.
Lorenzo flinched back, his eyes slamming shut before the acrid piss could get in his eyes. Instead he got a face full of the stuff, sputtering as it got in his mouth and wiping at his face to try and block the heavy stream. He took a few steps back in response to the unexpected attack. Thankfully the rain was still coming strong, washing away the awful fluid from his face as he turned red with embarrassment and anger. Was this piece of shit serious? He fucking pissed on his face. Lorenzo spit onto the ground to get the vile taste out of his mouth. His eyes opened to glare at the other boy in a hot rage.
“Are you fucking serious?!” He screamed as he coughed out what was left of the piss-flavor that invaded his mouth.
If he'd had any doubts before this, they were far gone now. Lorenzo really wanted to kill this stupid motherfucker.
His grip on the maul tightened once more and he moved in, attempting to close the distance, and swung the maul at the other boy’s waist. Emil thought he could piss on him and get away with it? He’d chop that sorry little cock off and shove it down his fucking throat so he could choke on it.
Emil stared wordlessly as Lorenzo sputtered and coughed. With a shit eating grin, he put his thumb and index finger together in an ‘O’ shape as he extended his three other fingers, gripping the zipper, and and pulling up as he sheathed his secret weapon. Once he was done, his hand changed into a middle finger, floating at waist level as he continued to wordlessly mug at Lorenzo.
Lorenzo swung again and Emil backpedaled away from the hit, closing in on the windup and sending a backhand slap into Lorenzo’s face before ducking out of range again, circling around Lorenzo.
As he walked around him, he pulled his buddy tracker out of his pocket with one hand, other hand wagging his finger next to his head, letting Lorenzo know he got played without a word. He pocketed it and spoke.
“Not today, assclown.”
Lorenzo swung again and Emil backpedaled away from the hit, closing in on the windup and sending a backhand slap into Lorenzo’s face before ducking out of range again, circling around Lorenzo.
As he walked around him, he pulled his buddy tracker out of his pocket with one hand, other hand wagging his finger next to his head, letting Lorenzo know he got played without a word. He pocketed it and spoke.
“Not today, assclown.”
Another miss.
This time followed by the back of Emil’s hand colliding with his cheek. It didn’t hurt, but it startled Lorenzo enough to stagger him a bit and to let Emil make his way behind him. If Lorenzo wasn’t pissed off enough already, now he was raging mad. He spun on his heel to meet Emil’s gaze, a snarl on his face, and rage in his eyes. Did this little bastard really think he had the advantage here? Sure, he got the upper hand on Lorenzo for a moment with his tracking device, which he boldly and stupidly flaunted before returning it to his pocket, but in the end, Lorenzo had a weapon, and Emil had nothing else to defend himself with.
Lorenzo took a deep breath, and let a small mocking laugh spill from his lips.
“You really don’t get it, do you? Not that I expect you to. Dumb-asses like you never make it to the end.” He smirked and shook his head, shrugging his shoulders.
“Didn’t you hear? I already cut down one annoyance.” He pushed the wet hair back out of his eyes and grinned wildly.
“This time I’m gonna crack your fucking skull open.” Another laugh, and Lorenzo lunged for Emil, Swinging the maul horizontally at his face, axe side first.
This time followed by the back of Emil’s hand colliding with his cheek. It didn’t hurt, but it startled Lorenzo enough to stagger him a bit and to let Emil make his way behind him. If Lorenzo wasn’t pissed off enough already, now he was raging mad. He spun on his heel to meet Emil’s gaze, a snarl on his face, and rage in his eyes. Did this little bastard really think he had the advantage here? Sure, he got the upper hand on Lorenzo for a moment with his tracking device, which he boldly and stupidly flaunted before returning it to his pocket, but in the end, Lorenzo had a weapon, and Emil had nothing else to defend himself with.
Lorenzo took a deep breath, and let a small mocking laugh spill from his lips.
“You really don’t get it, do you? Not that I expect you to. Dumb-asses like you never make it to the end.” He smirked and shook his head, shrugging his shoulders.
“Didn’t you hear? I already cut down one annoyance.” He pushed the wet hair back out of his eyes and grinned wildly.
“This time I’m gonna crack your fucking skull open.” Another laugh, and Lorenzo lunged for Emil, Swinging the maul horizontally at his face, axe side first.
Yeah, Emil figured Lorenzo for a shitbag. He really wanted this kill, and he was oh so mad that Emil wouldn’t just lay down and die for him. It was hard to take him seriously, to be honest.
Emil had literally peed on Lorenzo and this guy was still trying to act like he was the big bad end of the movie villain. People like Emil never make it to the end? Maybe, maybe...
Those people like Emil weren’t Emil though. He’d do just fine. “Yeah, and what’s that mean for you? Everyone back home just seen me piss on you, my couple million fans just seen me piss on you. Damn near everyone on this island has a kill already, you’re the only one here who drank my piss though.”
Emil closed the distance to get around Lorenzo’s maul. He was gonna fuck his day up, no-
*THWACK*
Emil’s head shot up as he went stumbling back, blood flying through the sky. He was reminded of that time he crashed his mom’s prius and slammed his nose into the steering wheel. Shots of pain radiated from the center of his face all the way down his whole body as he leaned forward.
Red.
Blood.
A puddle. A lot of blood. It wasn’t dripping it was pouring, like someone emptying a Gatorade bottle.
It hurt.
Emil was scared. This was real bad. He put his hand in front of his vision as red poured down across it, through his fingers, expanding the puddle below.
Emil had just taken an axe to the face. Lorenzo has just sent his ducking maul into Emil’s nose!
...
Breath in.
Breath out.
Mind over matter.
Breath in.
Breath out.
In through the nose,
Out through the mouth.
Fuck he could barely breath through his nose, there was so much blood.
Emil turned his head up from the ground to look at Lorenzo. There was a large horizontal gash running from cheekbone to cheekbone, right across his nose, splitting it down to the skull. Emil stood up straight, taking his jacket off and tossing it to the side.
His eye twitched. He wasn’t smiling anymore. He was dead silent except for the strained breathing that sounded like a patterned slurping of a near empty milkshake through a straw.
He’d fucking kill Lorenzo.
Emil had literally peed on Lorenzo and this guy was still trying to act like he was the big bad end of the movie villain. People like Emil never make it to the end? Maybe, maybe...
Those people like Emil weren’t Emil though. He’d do just fine. “Yeah, and what’s that mean for you? Everyone back home just seen me piss on you, my couple million fans just seen me piss on you. Damn near everyone on this island has a kill already, you’re the only one here who drank my piss though.”
Emil closed the distance to get around Lorenzo’s maul. He was gonna fuck his day up, no-
*THWACK*
Emil’s head shot up as he went stumbling back, blood flying through the sky. He was reminded of that time he crashed his mom’s prius and slammed his nose into the steering wheel. Shots of pain radiated from the center of his face all the way down his whole body as he leaned forward.
Red.
Blood.
A puddle. A lot of blood. It wasn’t dripping it was pouring, like someone emptying a Gatorade bottle.
It hurt.
Emil was scared. This was real bad. He put his hand in front of his vision as red poured down across it, through his fingers, expanding the puddle below.
Emil had just taken an axe to the face. Lorenzo has just sent his ducking maul into Emil’s nose!
...
Breath in.
Breath out.
Mind over matter.
Breath in.
Breath out.
In through the nose,
Out through the mouth.
Fuck he could barely breath through his nose, there was so much blood.
Emil turned his head up from the ground to look at Lorenzo. There was a large horizontal gash running from cheekbone to cheekbone, right across his nose, splitting it down to the skull. Emil stood up straight, taking his jacket off and tossing it to the side.
His eye twitched. He wasn’t smiling anymore. He was dead silent except for the strained breathing that sounded like a patterned slurping of a near empty milkshake through a straw.
He’d fucking kill Lorenzo.
The sound of the maul cutting through Emil’s nose was god-awful. Lorenzo’s eyes widened in surprise when his attack hit it’s mark. Well, not completely. He’d intended to sink the blade directly into the other boy’s skull, but… That wasn’t how it worked out. The amount of blood that flew from his face as the attack landed turned lorenzo’s stomach. His eyes were wide and wild as he stared down the other boy, waiting to see what he did next. A tremble in his arms. The maul became inexplicably heavy all of a sudden. Lorenzo tore his eyes from the heavily bleeding boy in front of him to look at his weapon. A coat of red decorated the blade. Splatters of red ran up the handle, his hand and arm covered in dots of the darkest red.
Another tremble, but Lorenzo held his position.
Emil was still alive, after all.
Lorenzo looked at him, the grin that he wore earlier replaced with something darker. Not a scowl. Not a cringe. Just a heavy look that he couldn’t necessarily describe. His face felt abnormal, as if he’d never had such a look on it ever before. Emil’s face was hard to look at. Blood gushing from the wound he’d inflicted. The bottom half of his nose hanging down, almost as if it was planning on falling off. It disturbed him. But then, he’d been the one to make it so. Maybe that’s what disturbed him. And his eyes.
They were different from Sapphire’s.
No questions in them. No accusations. Just rage. Unbridled and rampant. These eyes wouldn’t haunt him. These eyes would slit his throat in his sleep if he let them stay open. No choice. He’d seen what his weapon could do to a human twice now. He’d decided to walk this path. His breathing was heavy; labored. The rain was still pouring down over them. Washing the blood to the ground below. Staining it. The trembling had stopped. His grip held firm. The only sound was the rain and Emil’s gurgled breathing.
Emil tossed his jacket to the side.
Round 3, fight.
The final round.
Game Over.
Lorenzo lunged forward again, a primal sound erupted from the bottom of his stomach and out his mouth as he swung the maul at the other boy again, in a downward arc with the hammer side first.
Another tremble, but Lorenzo held his position.
Emil was still alive, after all.
Lorenzo looked at him, the grin that he wore earlier replaced with something darker. Not a scowl. Not a cringe. Just a heavy look that he couldn’t necessarily describe. His face felt abnormal, as if he’d never had such a look on it ever before. Emil’s face was hard to look at. Blood gushing from the wound he’d inflicted. The bottom half of his nose hanging down, almost as if it was planning on falling off. It disturbed him. But then, he’d been the one to make it so. Maybe that’s what disturbed him. And his eyes.
They were different from Sapphire’s.
No questions in them. No accusations. Just rage. Unbridled and rampant. These eyes wouldn’t haunt him. These eyes would slit his throat in his sleep if he let them stay open. No choice. He’d seen what his weapon could do to a human twice now. He’d decided to walk this path. His breathing was heavy; labored. The rain was still pouring down over them. Washing the blood to the ground below. Staining it. The trembling had stopped. His grip held firm. The only sound was the rain and Emil’s gurgled breathing.
Emil tossed his jacket to the side.
Round 3, fight.
The final round.
Game Over.
Lorenzo lunged forward again, a primal sound erupted from the bottom of his stomach and out his mouth as he swung the maul at the other boy again, in a downward arc with the hammer side first.
Aight bitch.
Bet.
Vertical swing. Emil sidestepped. Wasn’t hard, Lorenzo was slow. He hit hard, but he was slow. Emil couldn’t get hit again or he was done. All it took was one. No more. Not again.
Emil closed the distance before Lorenzo could prep another swing, sending his fist into his nose before following up with a hook, then an uppercut, sending him stumbling back.
Lorenzo swung again and Emil backed out of it’s range, before closing in again with a haymaker, sending him to the deck. Emil learned. He was dumb, but he wasn’t stupid. He almost died last time because he didn’t take Lorenzo seriously, he didn’t take the game seriously.
Almost died this time too for the same reason. No more. He learned now. This was serious and it was life or death. He’d pick apart Lorenzo in front of everyone, and then he’d finish him off here and now so Emmett didn’t have to deal with the guilt of it.
“Get up.” Was all he said to Lorenzo. No smirks, no giggles. He needed him mad, he needed him tired. Once he succeeded at that, he’ll end him.
Bet.
Vertical swing. Emil sidestepped. Wasn’t hard, Lorenzo was slow. He hit hard, but he was slow. Emil couldn’t get hit again or he was done. All it took was one. No more. Not again.
Emil closed the distance before Lorenzo could prep another swing, sending his fist into his nose before following up with a hook, then an uppercut, sending him stumbling back.
Lorenzo swung again and Emil backed out of it’s range, before closing in again with a haymaker, sending him to the deck. Emil learned. He was dumb, but he wasn’t stupid. He almost died last time because he didn’t take Lorenzo seriously, he didn’t take the game seriously.
Almost died this time too for the same reason. No more. He learned now. This was serious and it was life or death. He’d pick apart Lorenzo in front of everyone, and then he’d finish him off here and now so Emmett didn’t have to deal with the guilt of it.
“Get up.” Was all he said to Lorenzo. No smirks, no giggles. He needed him mad, he needed him tired. Once he succeeded at that, he’ll end him.
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Emmett was wondering what was taking Emil so long and he knew that he shouldn't be getting paranoid over Emil taking his time. But Emmett had suddenly got a feeling that something was wrong and if his gut was telling him that something was wrong then it was. He knew that that meant that he was going to have to go and look for Emil out there. He didn't want anything bad to happen to Emil and he knew that he should have gone with Emil in the first place. For fuck sake, Emil didn't even have a weapon of his own! Emmett was feeling stupid by not giving the spear to Emil now. Now he had to go to him and made sure that nothing was wrong.
But you feel like something bad has happened. Don't you, Emmett?
Emmett turned to glance at Demetri with a look of uneasiness and he felt his grip on the spear tightening so much that his hand felt like it was going to break. "Hey, we should go and check on Emil, you know. He's taking too fucking long and I'm feeling worried about him." He said honestly and he picked up Cecil's dufflebag before looking back at Demetri. "You should carry Emil's stuff. It'll be easier to just take everything with us to him. Let's go, Demetri."
Emmett then started to jog out into the rain and he headed into the direction that he remembered Emil going to. He hoped that idiot was just fooling and then he was just going to jump out of a bush to scare Emmett. To scare him for a laugh and Emmett could pretend to be mad at him and have a grumble about it. But he would have liked it because.... because it was Emil. Emil had been there for him since the first day and now Emmett had to be there for him. He needed to stay with Emil. He needed.... He needed-
Emmett's head jerked upwards as he could hear voices in the distance and he realized that his breathing was getting quicker out of fear. Because he knew that one of the voices was Emil's and the other voice.... Oh fucking no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no...!
Lorenzo. Fucking Lorenzo...!
Emmett broke out into a full-out sprint. Not caring that he almost fell a few times due to how slippery it was because of the rain and he didn't care if he was leaving Demetri in the dust. The one person that he should have been protecting this whole time was facing the person that had broken Emmett's spirit a little and now that person would die because Emmett had been too excited about being reunited with a friend. Goddamn...!
Emmett was panting as he could fully see them as he run around the side of a tree and he dropped Cecil's bag on the ground, slowing his sprint down a little. He found himself stared at the scene in front of him and he found himself freezing on the spot over seeing Lorenzo again. Emil was bleeding. Emmett couldn't breathe.
"E....Emil...! Get the fuck away from him!" He didn't even realize that he was yelling the words and that he started to move forward towards them, trying to get closer to Emil so that he could get the other boy away from Lorenzo.
But you feel like something bad has happened. Don't you, Emmett?
Emmett turned to glance at Demetri with a look of uneasiness and he felt his grip on the spear tightening so much that his hand felt like it was going to break. "Hey, we should go and check on Emil, you know. He's taking too fucking long and I'm feeling worried about him." He said honestly and he picked up Cecil's dufflebag before looking back at Demetri. "You should carry Emil's stuff. It'll be easier to just take everything with us to him. Let's go, Demetri."
Emmett then started to jog out into the rain and he headed into the direction that he remembered Emil going to. He hoped that idiot was just fooling and then he was just going to jump out of a bush to scare Emmett. To scare him for a laugh and Emmett could pretend to be mad at him and have a grumble about it. But he would have liked it because.... because it was Emil. Emil had been there for him since the first day and now Emmett had to be there for him. He needed to stay with Emil. He needed.... He needed-
Emmett's head jerked upwards as he could hear voices in the distance and he realized that his breathing was getting quicker out of fear. Because he knew that one of the voices was Emil's and the other voice.... Oh fucking no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no...!
Lorenzo. Fucking Lorenzo...!
Emmett broke out into a full-out sprint. Not caring that he almost fell a few times due to how slippery it was because of the rain and he didn't care if he was leaving Demetri in the dust. The one person that he should have been protecting this whole time was facing the person that had broken Emmett's spirit a little and now that person would die because Emmett had been too excited about being reunited with a friend. Goddamn...!
Emmett was panting as he could fully see them as he run around the side of a tree and he dropped Cecil's bag on the ground, slowing his sprint down a little. He found himself stared at the scene in front of him and he found himself freezing on the spot over seeing Lorenzo again. Emil was bleeding. Emmett couldn't breathe.
"E....Emil...! Get the fuck away from him!" He didn't even realize that he was yelling the words and that he started to move forward towards them, trying to get closer to Emil so that he could get the other boy away from Lorenzo.
Missed again.
Emil was injured, yes, but now he seemed more focused. No more jokes. No more nonsense. He was playing for real now, and Lorenzo had made the mistake of thinking otherwise. Emil was to the side, but Lorenzo had swung hard, and he didn’t have time to change trajectories or defend himself. Emil’s fist crashed into his nose hard. A solid hit. Lorenzo blinked back the tears as blood gushed from his nostrils. Fuck, was it broken? He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t have time to figure it out. Another fist clocked him in the left jaw. Lorenzo stumbled back a bit. Another fist met his chin in a swift uppercut, sending him sprawling back to try and get his bearings.
Lorenzo coughed hard, some blood spewing from his mouth from his bloodied nose. He raised a hand to wipe what he could away. It was still bleeding, but nowhere near as bad as Emil’s wound. He spit to the side and charged the boy again, this time swinging the maul lighter, hammer first to try and get a quick hit in. No dice, Emil moved away before coming back strong. Emil’s fist collided with his temple and sent Lorenzo crashing to the ground with an audible yelp.
Lorenzo raised himself from the heap he made on the floor and glared up at the other boy. He had to admit, the guy hit hard and fast. It was getting hard to keep up. Lorenzo was no stranger to a brawl, but he was still wounded from his previous encounters. His sides were aching. His shoulder was screaming. He was sure he’d have a new shiner on his left eye when all was said and done from Emil’s last shot. His nose was still bleeding badly, and it was hard to catch his breath. He got himself up to one knee, his weight leaning heavily on the maul as he used it as a crutch to try and stand.
Get up, you say? Sure bitch, I’ll get up.
He spit again and forced himself up through the pain. Fuck Emil. Fuck this island. Lorenzo wasn’t going to die here. Not today, not tomorrow, not to some dumb asshole like this. He’d be the one who made it out. He was going home. He was the monster. He had to be. Fuck all of this.
A yell from afar.
Emmett. Bastard.
Emil turned his attention away for a second.
Take your fucking shot!
Lorenzo flew as fast as his body would take him at the other boy, swinging the maul as hard as he could for the side of Emil’s head. His eyes wide with pure adrenaline and fury.
Emil was injured, yes, but now he seemed more focused. No more jokes. No more nonsense. He was playing for real now, and Lorenzo had made the mistake of thinking otherwise. Emil was to the side, but Lorenzo had swung hard, and he didn’t have time to change trajectories or defend himself. Emil’s fist crashed into his nose hard. A solid hit. Lorenzo blinked back the tears as blood gushed from his nostrils. Fuck, was it broken? He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t have time to figure it out. Another fist clocked him in the left jaw. Lorenzo stumbled back a bit. Another fist met his chin in a swift uppercut, sending him sprawling back to try and get his bearings.
Lorenzo coughed hard, some blood spewing from his mouth from his bloodied nose. He raised a hand to wipe what he could away. It was still bleeding, but nowhere near as bad as Emil’s wound. He spit to the side and charged the boy again, this time swinging the maul lighter, hammer first to try and get a quick hit in. No dice, Emil moved away before coming back strong. Emil’s fist collided with his temple and sent Lorenzo crashing to the ground with an audible yelp.
Lorenzo raised himself from the heap he made on the floor and glared up at the other boy. He had to admit, the guy hit hard and fast. It was getting hard to keep up. Lorenzo was no stranger to a brawl, but he was still wounded from his previous encounters. His sides were aching. His shoulder was screaming. He was sure he’d have a new shiner on his left eye when all was said and done from Emil’s last shot. His nose was still bleeding badly, and it was hard to catch his breath. He got himself up to one knee, his weight leaning heavily on the maul as he used it as a crutch to try and stand.
Get up, you say? Sure bitch, I’ll get up.
He spit again and forced himself up through the pain. Fuck Emil. Fuck this island. Lorenzo wasn’t going to die here. Not today, not tomorrow, not to some dumb asshole like this. He’d be the one who made it out. He was going home. He was the monster. He had to be. Fuck all of this.
A yell from afar.
Emmett. Bastard.
Emil turned his attention away for a second.
Take your fucking shot!
Lorenzo flew as fast as his body would take him at the other boy, swinging the maul as hard as he could for the side of Emil’s head. His eyes wide with pure adrenaline and fury.
He had this. Emil was 100% focused on the goal now. He could take Lorenzo out. He would take Lorenzo out.
Emil hadn’t wanted to kill anyone, but at this point he had no choice. He’d rather it be him die than Emmett or somebody else, and he’d rather Lorenzo die than him. He forced himself to dehumanize Lorenzo. He was just a wild dog to be put down. After Lorenzo’s hit, it wasn’t that hard to convince himself anymore.
Emil took a step back to give himself room and time to prepare for Lorenzo’s next swing. Lorenzo stood up. Get ready- here he co-
Emil turned to look as Emmett called out to him. That wasn’t good, he didn’t need Emmett to get involved with this, not yet. He turned to look back at Loren-
* THWUCK*
A torrent of blood. Emil stumbled to the side as the hit turned him to face Emmett again.
The lower half of his nose and his upper lip was dangling off of his collapsed skull in a strip of flesh. His right eye was dislodged. His cheekbone was caved in.
Somehow he was still standing, as he spun and swung blindly at Lorenzo one last time.
Emil hadn’t wanted to kill anyone, but at this point he had no choice. He’d rather it be him die than Emmett or somebody else, and he’d rather Lorenzo die than him. He forced himself to dehumanize Lorenzo. He was just a wild dog to be put down. After Lorenzo’s hit, it wasn’t that hard to convince himself anymore.
Emil took a step back to give himself room and time to prepare for Lorenzo’s next swing. Lorenzo stood up. Get ready- here he co-
Emil turned to look as Emmett called out to him. That wasn’t good, he didn’t need Emmett to get involved with this, not yet. He turned to look back at Loren-
* THWUCK*
A torrent of blood. Emil stumbled to the side as the hit turned him to face Emmett again.
The lower half of his nose and his upper lip was dangling off of his collapsed skull in a strip of flesh. His right eye was dislodged. His cheekbone was caved in.
Somehow he was still standing, as he spun and swung blindly at Lorenzo one last time.
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Emmett knew that he shouldn't have called out to Emil as the other boy was looking at him for a moment and he noticed that Lorenzo was swinging the maul at Emil. Before Emmett could even tell Emil to watch out; Emil had turned back to Lorenzo and Emmett heard a sickening crack. He heard.... H-He....
Emmett felt himself wanting to scream as he saw the result of what happened to Emil's face and he felt himself dropped the spear to the ground, feeling himself unable to move. He couldn't get the blood out of his head and he all he could think about was Sapphire dying. Again and again and again and again and again and again... He didn't want to remember and he felt like he was going to cough up bile over seeing the mess of Emil's face. He had put Emil in danger because he had distracted him. This... This.... This was all his fault again. Emil was about to die because of him and there was nothing that he could do about it. Fuck, fuck!
"S...Stop, stop, stop...!"
He felt the tears rolling down his cheeks in anguish and fear and he forced himself to take a step forward, trying to reach out a hand to grab at Emil. He didn't want him to die! It should have been him, not Emil. Goddammit!
Emmett felt himself wanting to scream as he saw the result of what happened to Emil's face and he felt himself dropped the spear to the ground, feeling himself unable to move. He couldn't get the blood out of his head and he all he could think about was Sapphire dying. Again and again and again and again and again and again... He didn't want to remember and he felt like he was going to cough up bile over seeing the mess of Emil's face. He had put Emil in danger because he had distracted him. This... This.... This was all his fault again. Emil was about to die because of him and there was nothing that he could do about it. Fuck, fuck!
"S...Stop, stop, stop...!"
He felt the tears rolling down his cheeks in anguish and fear and he forced himself to take a step forward, trying to reach out a hand to grab at Emil. He didn't want him to die! It should have been him, not Emil. Goddammit!
The sound the maul made when it connected with Emil’s head made all the hair on Lorenzo’s body stand up straight and his stomach do a somersault in his body.
And the blood.
Lorenzo had been very close to Emil when he attacked, and thus he was well within the splash zone when the side of Emil’ face erupted in a spray of warm, sticky blood. It splashed him in the face, covering him from forehead to neck, and covering his forearms and weapon in a thick coating of the red fluid. Lorenzo stepped back after the attack, his body shaking as he got a hard look at the damage done to the other boy’s face. His face twisted into a look of disgust and sickness, but try as he might, he couldn’t tear his eyes from what he’d done. He felt his stomach churn and bile rise up his throat, but he held it down.
Emil stood still for a moment, his eye hanging out of his head like a hyper-realistic Halloween prop. It dangled from his face and swung in the air like some sick metronome. Part of his nose and his upper lip were also hanging by a thread. Lorenzo could see the bone beneath all the blood and gore. It made him sick. It made him hope Emil would just fall and that would be the end of it. What could possibly be left now? To still be alive after all that… Lorenzo didn’t think he could stomach the amount of sheer pain.
But still alive Emil certainly was.
Emmett’s pitiful cries for it to stop fell on deaf ears. Lorenzo paid him no mind. Emil spun toward him and swung at him weakly. Lorenzo was nowhere near, but he began to panic. He felt his heartbeat begin to race as he stared into the face of the boy who he’d just mutilated. Lorenzo gritted his teeth and stepped back, but Emil stumbled towards him. Like a zombie from The Walking Dead. A drop of fear and discomfort rippled through Lorenzo’s body, and his eyes went wide in a panic.
“Fucking stop!” He screamed and kicked the flailing boy away from him, planting his boot in the other boy’s chest and sending him crashing to the wet ground below.
Lorenzo stood over the boy, his breathing heavy, and his maul gripped tightly in both hands. The corners of his eyes were prickling with tears ready to fall at any moment. He was shaking. His eyes wouldn’t leave the mangled boy below him. A rage inside him burned hot and strong all of a sudden. Why couldn’t he just die already? Just stop moving. Stop squirming. Stop.
Lorenzo released a wild howl and swung the maul down on the boy’s head with a resounding crunch.
Again and again he swung it down, tears flowing freely his mind screaming, his heart feeling like it was going to burst straight out of his chest.
“Stop-”
*CRUNCH*
“Just-”
*CRUNCH*
“Stay-”
*CRUNCH*
“Fucking-”
*CRUNCH*
“Dead!”
Lorenzo stopped, sobbing openly now, and stared down at what remained of Emil. His eyes opened wide and he collapsed to his knees. His legs had given out from under him. The mess that was left wasn’t something you could believe was once a human. Lorenzo turned from the body and vomited on the ground, expelling everything his body had left inside.
And the blood.
Lorenzo had been very close to Emil when he attacked, and thus he was well within the splash zone when the side of Emil’ face erupted in a spray of warm, sticky blood. It splashed him in the face, covering him from forehead to neck, and covering his forearms and weapon in a thick coating of the red fluid. Lorenzo stepped back after the attack, his body shaking as he got a hard look at the damage done to the other boy’s face. His face twisted into a look of disgust and sickness, but try as he might, he couldn’t tear his eyes from what he’d done. He felt his stomach churn and bile rise up his throat, but he held it down.
Emil stood still for a moment, his eye hanging out of his head like a hyper-realistic Halloween prop. It dangled from his face and swung in the air like some sick metronome. Part of his nose and his upper lip were also hanging by a thread. Lorenzo could see the bone beneath all the blood and gore. It made him sick. It made him hope Emil would just fall and that would be the end of it. What could possibly be left now? To still be alive after all that… Lorenzo didn’t think he could stomach the amount of sheer pain.
But still alive Emil certainly was.
Emmett’s pitiful cries for it to stop fell on deaf ears. Lorenzo paid him no mind. Emil spun toward him and swung at him weakly. Lorenzo was nowhere near, but he began to panic. He felt his heartbeat begin to race as he stared into the face of the boy who he’d just mutilated. Lorenzo gritted his teeth and stepped back, but Emil stumbled towards him. Like a zombie from The Walking Dead. A drop of fear and discomfort rippled through Lorenzo’s body, and his eyes went wide in a panic.
“Fucking stop!” He screamed and kicked the flailing boy away from him, planting his boot in the other boy’s chest and sending him crashing to the wet ground below.
Lorenzo stood over the boy, his breathing heavy, and his maul gripped tightly in both hands. The corners of his eyes were prickling with tears ready to fall at any moment. He was shaking. His eyes wouldn’t leave the mangled boy below him. A rage inside him burned hot and strong all of a sudden. Why couldn’t he just die already? Just stop moving. Stop squirming. Stop.
Lorenzo released a wild howl and swung the maul down on the boy’s head with a resounding crunch.
Again and again he swung it down, tears flowing freely his mind screaming, his heart feeling like it was going to burst straight out of his chest.
“Stop-”
*CRUNCH*
“Just-”
*CRUNCH*
“Stay-”
*CRUNCH*
“Fucking-”
*CRUNCH*
“Dead!”
Lorenzo stopped, sobbing openly now, and stared down at what remained of Emil. His eyes opened wide and he collapsed to his knees. His legs had given out from under him. The mess that was left wasn’t something you could believe was once a human. Lorenzo turned from the body and vomited on the ground, expelling everything his body had left inside.
Emil hit the ground, landing on his back. The pain of what happened to him was delayed, and he’d only just began to realize how grievously injured he was. He tried to scream, but his mouth didn’t work right, and the pain cut him off into a gasp as he rolled over to his front, looking up at Emmett.
Emmett reached for him, and Emil reached back. “Hnn-Henneckh-“
Another whack, the remains of his face smashed into the dirt. He pulled himself to his knees-
The maul smashed into the side of his dented head, sending his loose eye flying away from his skull like a golf ball, as he rolled onto his back.
“Gnnn-nnnnHCK!”
Another hit. His legs stiffened and his arms straightened, hovering in front of him like Frankenstein’s monster.
Another hit, and his body went limp. His arms fell across his body. The only movement from him was his chest rising and falling as he heaved his last breaths.
“Kifffffff~ Ssshhhhhh~ Kiffffffff~ Sssssshhhhh~ Kiffff-“
*SCHLUCK*
There was nothing recognizably human about him anymore. His head was nothing but two flaps of skin connected to a crushed jaw bone, a mess of hair, bone, blood, and brain in the center.
His chest compressed one last time. His leg kicked, his fingers clenched and unclenched.
“Hnnnnnnn...”
Emil Van Zandt the Third-Dead.
Emmett reached for him, and Emil reached back. “Hnn-Henneckh-“
Another whack, the remains of his face smashed into the dirt. He pulled himself to his knees-
The maul smashed into the side of his dented head, sending his loose eye flying away from his skull like a golf ball, as he rolled onto his back.
“Gnnn-nnnnHCK!”
Another hit. His legs stiffened and his arms straightened, hovering in front of him like Frankenstein’s monster.
Another hit, and his body went limp. His arms fell across his body. The only movement from him was his chest rising and falling as he heaved his last breaths.
“Kifffffff~ Ssshhhhhh~ Kiffffffff~ Sssssshhhhh~ Kiffff-“
*SCHLUCK*
There was nothing recognizably human about him anymore. His head was nothing but two flaps of skin connected to a crushed jaw bone, a mess of hair, bone, blood, and brain in the center.
His chest compressed one last time. His leg kicked, his fingers clenched and unclenched.
“Hnnnnnnn...”
Emil Van Zandt the Third-Dead.
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Emmett watched everything that happened in front of him.
He heard the noise of something being broken and crushed.
He saw the damage that Lorenzo was going to Emil's face.
Emmett couldn't move a muscle from where he was standing.
He heard the noises that were coming from what was left of Emil.
Emil was gone.
He was really gone....
Emmett had failed him.
Emmett hadn't been able to protect Emil.
Emil's dead.
It should have not been him.
Emmett felt himself feeling dizzy and he collapsed to his knees from the shock of it all.
He didn't realize that he had started screaming.
He heard the noise of something being broken and crushed.
He saw the damage that Lorenzo was going to Emil's face.
Emmett couldn't move a muscle from where he was standing.
He heard the noises that were coming from what was left of Emil.
Emil was gone.
He was really gone....
Emmett had failed him.
Emmett hadn't been able to protect Emil.
Emil's dead.
It should have not been him.
Emmett felt himself feeling dizzy and he collapsed to his knees from the shock of it all.
He didn't realize that he had started screaming.