Resting & Suffering
Not wasting time, Jacob took cover behind a piece of bamboo and fired again.
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She scratched the the coffin door, screaming. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't see, but she knew she was there. The air was going to be gone soon and she couldn't get out.
My friends, my life, I want it. I don't want to die!
A gasp left her mouth as she woke up on the ground. It was loud, shots going off everywhere. She clutched her chest, breathing heavily (and rather loudly), as her eyes wandered around the surroundings. Venka Rapler, only 15, was in Survival of the Fittest and was going to have to kill for her own life.
Of course, she thought it was just a dream, it couldn't possibly have been true. She must have sleep-walked. Yeah, that's it. Her smile returned as she thought all was well.
Venka stood up from her spot on the ground and brushed herself off. The sounds she heard must be her friends, she thought. She walked quickly away from her former sitting place and walked toward the booming. However, when she got there she knew something was wrong.
There was a huge group, and they were in some kind of battle. Venka couldn't understand it, she couldn't fathom what their reasoning for such violence.
"Oh my gosh! You guys! Stop right now!"
My friends, my life, I want it. I don't want to die!
A gasp left her mouth as she woke up on the ground. It was loud, shots going off everywhere. She clutched her chest, breathing heavily (and rather loudly), as her eyes wandered around the surroundings. Venka Rapler, only 15, was in Survival of the Fittest and was going to have to kill for her own life.
Of course, she thought it was just a dream, it couldn't possibly have been true. She must have sleep-walked. Yeah, that's it. Her smile returned as she thought all was well.
Venka stood up from her spot on the ground and brushed herself off. The sounds she heard must be her friends, she thought. She walked quickly away from her former sitting place and walked toward the booming. However, when she got there she knew something was wrong.
There was a huge group, and they were in some kind of battle. Venka couldn't understand it, she couldn't fathom what their reasoning for such violence.
"Oh my gosh! You guys! Stop right now!"
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Edward felt something like a hard pinch along his side, one hand casting down to grip at the new wound as he rose the crossbow and fried another toward where he saw the other boy move off too. Hawley moving off to the side somewhat as rose the weapon firing off yet another round, hoping this wouldn’t last to long.
Though as a new voice entered the area, he turned the gun toward whoever had spoke finding himself aimed a girl that didn't seem familar to him.
Edward as well found himself casting a look to the girl, though kept his weapon on the other boy.
Though as a new voice entered the area, he turned the gun toward whoever had spoke finding himself aimed a girl that didn't seem familar to him.
Edward as well found himself casting a look to the girl, though kept his weapon on the other boy.
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Jacob breathed a steady sigh of relief as the crossbow bolt imbedded itself in the piece of bamboo he was crouched behind. Hearing the voice, and not being in a welcoming mood, Jacob aimed his gun in the direction of the speaker and fired.
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Edward watched as Jacob rose again, and fried toward the girl that had walked in on them. "Move, damn it!" He called, rushing forward the German threw himself against the girl, pushing her out of the way as the bullet went through the hood of the jacket. Barely missing entering his head....
Breathing in a shaky breath he looked back toward Jacob, glaring somewhat hoping that he would run out of bullets soon.
Breathing in a shaky breath he looked back toward Jacob, glaring somewhat hoping that he would run out of bullets soon.
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Damn. Only three shots left before I have to reload. Jacob thought, aiming his revolver at Hawley and firing, now intent on killing the man with the highest body count.
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A second blast sounded when the bullet from Jacob's weapon tore itself into Hawley's firing arm. The gun discharging as when the pain entered, he found himself pulling back on the weapon's trigger without thought... though he still had the weapon turned on where Edward, and Venka stood having yet to turn back on Jacob.
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Venka was about to speak, to yell at the boy who tackled her, but her breath cut short. In truth, her breath was caught by the bullet that blew through her throat.
Her moving stopped as her spinal cord was severed. The blood began to spurt out of the opening and her mouth started to make a dry hissing sound.
"I... can't... breathe," she uttered, as her limp body was beginning to be drenched with blood. The 5 minutes passed and her eyes finally closed.
Venka Rapler- DEAD
Her moving stopped as her spinal cord was severed. The blood began to spurt out of the opening and her mouth started to make a dry hissing sound.
"I... can't... breathe," she uttered, as her limp body was beginning to be drenched with blood. The 5 minutes passed and her eyes finally closed.
Venka Rapler- DEAD
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Edward had covered his ears in both blasts, eyes snapping shut out of fear. His good eye opening just in time to witness as the bullet entered the girl's throat, he backing away from the sight when he noted the blood starting to freely flow in pouts from both the new hole in her neck, and from her mouth.
When it was finally clear that the girl was indeed dead, Edward looked about in a panic at those who held guns. Jacob seemed to be facing Hawley... who at the moment was staring at the girl's dead body, his burnt arm clutching at an area of his other arm tightly. Blood seeping through his clenched fingers.
"...Fuck." Hawley muttered in a light whimper as he moved somewhat, moving his fingers against the wound and inside, more whimpers bit back as he bit down on his lip till he finally removed his fingers, the bullet clutched between the bloodstained ones allowing it to drop against the ground.
The German still found himself watching the redhead, he'd just killed someone. Well, someone else... this would be what? His fourth kill in these two days, it was hard to believe that the quiet boy he had sat with on the bus and plane could become what he was now. Lifting the crossbow, he stummbled back on the path and to Garret. Muttering in both panic and feared whispers, "We should go now, while they have his attention."
When it was finally clear that the girl was indeed dead, Edward looked about in a panic at those who held guns. Jacob seemed to be facing Hawley... who at the moment was staring at the girl's dead body, his burnt arm clutching at an area of his other arm tightly. Blood seeping through his clenched fingers.
"...Fuck." Hawley muttered in a light whimper as he moved somewhat, moving his fingers against the wound and inside, more whimpers bit back as he bit down on his lip till he finally removed his fingers, the bullet clutched between the bloodstained ones allowing it to drop against the ground.
The German still found himself watching the redhead, he'd just killed someone. Well, someone else... this would be what? His fourth kill in these two days, it was hard to believe that the quiet boy he had sat with on the bus and plane could become what he was now. Lifting the crossbow, he stummbled back on the path and to Garret. Muttering in both panic and feared whispers, "We should go now, while they have his attention."
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Having had wandered off exploring the bamboo, Adam had found a nice little spot to his own far into the bamboo when he heard gunshots exploding from his previous position. Checking his shotgun, he saw that it was fully loaded and he slowly began to move himself slowly into the bamboo, quietly creeping back to see what the commotion was. Managing to get back to the small clearing unannounced, Adam took a look to see what was going on. In the clearing, he saw Uriel and Jacob - the two boys who had attacked them earlier. On another side, he saw Edward Rommel, and a guy he didn't know, but who looked very familiar. Alan and Hawley were on another side of the bamboo, Hawley clutching a bloody arm. In the middle of it all was a dead girl lying on the ground. Adam was shocked. He went away for ten minutes - and what happens? Most everyone seemed to have guns, so for now, Adam didn't make a move, didn't make a sound, completely blending into the bamboo. He was lucky that he had taken off his blue Leafs jersey moments before and his dark green Audioslave t-shirt helped him blend right in.
Starting to get sick of the current gunfight, Jacob fired another shot at hawley before turning to Uriel and grabbing one of the three remaining Molotovs. Lighting the incendiary weapon, he hurled it directly into the center of the group, not noticing that Alan got up to charge at him once he stopped to grab the Molotov.
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Hawley didn’t move when another bullet whizzed by him, nicking his burnt wrist. He simply kept his spot, over looking over the dead body. Unlike Helena, he didn’t hate this one… and unlike August and Terry he wasn’t attacked by this one, she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time was he downfall.
Dropping his arm away from the wound he placed the know empty pistol into his back pocket, not carry to watch as Jacob threw another molotov, and Alan charged him the familiar sound of glass breaking and the heat of fire swelling in the area. The bamboo hardly standing a chance against it as it quickly found itself burning within the dancing flames…
Reaching his discarded daypack, Hawley bent over at his waist taking a hold of it… maybe if they got lucky… and with the way that the fire continued to sweep through the bamboo it would create a barrier between Jacob, and his partner and the rest of them.
But he didn’t care.
Adjusting the pack onto his shoulder neatly, he started moving again a slow walk through the bamboo just wanting to get away from the fight, the people who attacked them, and most of all the sight of the girl’s dead body. His thoughts running a mile a minute but he just kept moving in a slow limping manner, hand pressed to his forehead as he tried to clam them. Passing Adam with a small look, but pressed forward... stopping shortly after, speaking without looking back. "You should get out of here too, before this whole place goes up in flames."
Edward watched quietly as Hawley walked away from the scene, the sight breaking away when he took note on the quickly spreading fire, glancing back to Garret he lightly muttered quick words to him, before begun moving fast again, trying to get out of the area.
Dropping his arm away from the wound he placed the know empty pistol into his back pocket, not carry to watch as Jacob threw another molotov, and Alan charged him the familiar sound of glass breaking and the heat of fire swelling in the area. The bamboo hardly standing a chance against it as it quickly found itself burning within the dancing flames…
Reaching his discarded daypack, Hawley bent over at his waist taking a hold of it… maybe if they got lucky… and with the way that the fire continued to sweep through the bamboo it would create a barrier between Jacob, and his partner and the rest of them.
But he didn’t care.
Adjusting the pack onto his shoulder neatly, he started moving again a slow walk through the bamboo just wanting to get away from the fight, the people who attacked them, and most of all the sight of the girl’s dead body. His thoughts running a mile a minute but he just kept moving in a slow limping manner, hand pressed to his forehead as he tried to clam them. Passing Adam with a small look, but pressed forward... stopping shortly after, speaking without looking back. "You should get out of here too, before this whole place goes up in flames."
Edward watched quietly as Hawley walked away from the scene, the sight breaking away when he took note on the quickly spreading fire, glancing back to Garret he lightly muttered quick words to him, before begun moving fast again, trying to get out of the area.
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Alan didn't notice as Hawley fled the flaming coppice, he merely pushed through the flames (earning some minor burns) and threw a punch with the fist covered with brass knuckles.
Jacob, who had been aiming his last shot at Hawley, felt the punch crash into his cheekbone. Caught off guard, he was turned around by the force of the punch just as he pulled the trigger. Alan's head was knocked back as the bullet lodged itself in his forehead. Wordless, the boy fell to the ground, the hole in his head leaking blood down his face like cracks down a mirror. Alan's brief life of sixteen years ended among the flames of the burning coppice.
Boy #3- Alan Shinwrath- Dead.
Jacob wordlessly reloaded his gun while casting one look at Alan's corpse. In Jacob's opinion, the boy had it coming, and the burning strands of bamboo would provide a decent cremation to him. "Let's go, we should not allow them to escape." he told Uriel, taking off after Edward.
OOC: Continued in "On the Run": http://s10.DEFUNCT_IF_LINK/SurvivalOfTheF...p?showtopic=159
Jacob, who had been aiming his last shot at Hawley, felt the punch crash into his cheekbone. Caught off guard, he was turned around by the force of the punch just as he pulled the trigger. Alan's head was knocked back as the bullet lodged itself in his forehead. Wordless, the boy fell to the ground, the hole in his head leaking blood down his face like cracks down a mirror. Alan's brief life of sixteen years ended among the flames of the burning coppice.
Boy #3- Alan Shinwrath- Dead.
Jacob wordlessly reloaded his gun while casting one look at Alan's corpse. In Jacob's opinion, the boy had it coming, and the burning strands of bamboo would provide a decent cremation to him. "Let's go, we should not allow them to escape." he told Uriel, taking off after Edward.
OOC: Continued in "On the Run": http://s10.DEFUNCT_IF_LINK/SurvivalOfTheF...p?showtopic=159
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As another shot rung through area, Hawley casted a brief look over his shoulder in time to watch Alan’s, now dead, body hit the burning ground of the coppice’s ground. Eyes blinking in somewhat disbelief over it…
Alan shouldn't be dead.
But his corpse was saying otherwise, and watching through the flames as both Jacob and Uriel seemed to be heading after Edward and the other boy had went. He finding himself hoping that they wouldn’t catch up to them, after a moment he casting another look Adam’s way.
Though Alan was dead, they where still allies. “W—We should go…” He muttered in a weak tone, clearly shaken somewhat.
Alan shouldn't be dead.
But his corpse was saying otherwise, and watching through the flames as both Jacob and Uriel seemed to be heading after Edward and the other boy had went. He finding himself hoping that they wouldn’t catch up to them, after a moment he casting another look Adam’s way.
Though Alan was dead, they where still allies. “W—We should go…” He muttered in a weak tone, clearly shaken somewhat.
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Pushing one of the flaming sticks of bamboo out of the way and minorly burning himself, he finally showed up beside Hawley. In the commotion, Adam had figured himself ready to pull the trigger when the shotgun had jammed. And now...and now Alan was dead.
He looked at Hawley, who had a rather weak look on his face, as if he were about to collapse. Looking at Alan's fresh corpse, he closed his eyes and sighed, before nodding his head.
"Alright, man. Let's get the hell out of here..."
Standing beside Hawley, he clasped his hand on the boy's uninjured (he hoped) shoulder. At this point, he saw Hawley for what he truly was. Not a cold, quiet kid who never spoke a word to anyone. Not a cold-blooded killer who executed those who he despised. Nor was he a self-pitying wraith who attempted suicide as a cry for help. Simply, Adam realized, Hawley was a normal, everyday kid, who only wanted to be accepted. That was it. It was a simple need, a simple enough want from his family and his peers, but through fate's twisted claw, he had recieved neither. He clapped the other boy on the shoulder again, and nodded, more to himself than to Hawley, his eyes stuck to Alan's corpse.
"Yeah...let's go."
He looked at Hawley, who had a rather weak look on his face, as if he were about to collapse. Looking at Alan's fresh corpse, he closed his eyes and sighed, before nodding his head.
"Alright, man. Let's get the hell out of here..."
Standing beside Hawley, he clasped his hand on the boy's uninjured (he hoped) shoulder. At this point, he saw Hawley for what he truly was. Not a cold, quiet kid who never spoke a word to anyone. Not a cold-blooded killer who executed those who he despised. Nor was he a self-pitying wraith who attempted suicide as a cry for help. Simply, Adam realized, Hawley was a normal, everyday kid, who only wanted to be accepted. That was it. It was a simple need, a simple enough want from his family and his peers, but through fate's twisted claw, he had recieved neither. He clapped the other boy on the shoulder again, and nodded, more to himself than to Hawley, his eyes stuck to Alan's corpse.
"Yeah...let's go."