Katarina's new necklace dripped across her body as she advanced slowly. His grip was still fast around her neck, not tight enough to impair but tight enough to remind him that he was a threat, and that she'd already stripped him of much of his fight. The smoke in her eyes made it impossible to see anything but a blur, yet she didn't need to see him. His screams would guide her home. Big, tough, bright burning Michael had no more jokes to make. Whatever passed for plans in his head had all come to ruin. No matter how badly he'd beaten her, he was just another corpse.
For the first time stalking in for the kill left her feeling invigorated. There was no disgust in her gut even as the mass of broken meat crawling away in front of her let out sobs and pleas for mercy that fell on deaf ears. When she refused to hear his words it wasn't because she was afraid she would hesitate, but because they truly, sincerely meant nothing to her. She'd won. He'd lost. Everything up until now pointed to that being the only logical outcome, and she was done fighting her fate.
Casual, quiet steps brought her to his side and kept pace as he tried to crawl away. She said nothing as they moved through the flames together until she caught his gaze in hers.
"How's your jaw?"
The hilt twisted in her hand to send jagged metal straight towards his back.
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What the fuck... What the fuuuuuck! She was... The bitch is fucking crazy! T-this wasn't worth it, he had to get out of here! He couldn't die! Not now! Not when he was this close...
Fuck this shit, she wasn't worth it... He was getting out of here! He gripped his stump as he turned to run away...
Only for his boot to get caught on a nearby tree root. You can guess the rest.
KK didn't even bother to run and finish it. She was a lot like Blaine in that regard, she took her time like she had all day. Michael turned and started crawling on his back, raising his good arm for lack of a better term in front of him to shield his face from both KK's gaze and the cameras.
"W-wait wait wait!! Y-you ain't gotta kill me, okay?! I can get you out of here! I h-have a group! L-look around, this place ain't the only spot on fire, s-someone's gonna see it!"
The faster he crawled, the faster KK walked. He turned again, bargaining, saying anything he could to deaf ears, to soulless eyes. That's when Michael realized what exactly KK was. She wasn't human. She was a monster, a mutant, a creature not unlike the 70's and 80's exploitation films he frequently watched. All that Dr.Loomis shit about seeing nothing but pure evil in someone's eyes, that silent stalking killer that murdered people endlessly... It was true, oh God it was all fucking true!
"Please, don't do this! I-I was only kidding about killing you, okay! I was only kidding! H-honest! Y-you can't do this to me!" He tried crawling on his stomach but there was nowhere left to go. A wall of flame and crumpled trees blocked the way out. He rolled to his back again, his eyes looking at the stars through the patches of smoke one last time before they glanced back at KK. His remaining arm felt around dirt and grass. His fingers brushed against wood.
"Please... I let you live... I-I gave you a fucking chance... Y-you can't... You fucking-"
"How's your jaw?"
"W-wh-"
Michael had realized that the entire time he was fighting KK, she never made a single sound. His eyes looked back from KK to his side. Even when he choked, beat, or taunted her, not a sound left her lips. There was a branch. And now she spoke. It was over, but not in the way he hoped. This was the end wasn't it. He looked back at KK as he tried his hardest to reach it. She was gonna kill him.
KK raised the sword one last time....
Unbeknownst to Kyran, Chuck, and Scarlett, Michael Crowe had lost his fight against Katarina Konipaski.
Michael screamed.
But he wasn't dead...
The sword clattered to the ground beside Mike as KK fell to her knees, blood trailing down from her forehead as Michael gripped the broken branch in his arm. Michael used the branch as leverage to pull himself up to his feet, as KK turned her head to look at him. KK jolted forward and moved towards the katana.
No you fucking don't! The branch shattered as it collided with KK a second time. She was a sick, fucked up individual, but she was still human. She still spoke and bled like a human. Just like Blaine. And just like Blaine she would fall, she would die. Why? Because she wasn't a monster, she wasn't a demon, she was only a human, a human who bled, and if there was one thing Michael knew about things that bled, it was this.
If it bleeds, he can kill it.
Michael grabbed KK by her hair and dragged her to the wall of flame. He used his weight and all the strength he could muster to push her face first into it.
Fuck this shit, she wasn't worth it... He was getting out of here! He gripped his stump as he turned to run away...
Only for his boot to get caught on a nearby tree root. You can guess the rest.
KK didn't even bother to run and finish it. She was a lot like Blaine in that regard, she took her time like she had all day. Michael turned and started crawling on his back, raising his good arm for lack of a better term in front of him to shield his face from both KK's gaze and the cameras.
"W-wait wait wait!! Y-you ain't gotta kill me, okay?! I can get you out of here! I h-have a group! L-look around, this place ain't the only spot on fire, s-someone's gonna see it!"
The faster he crawled, the faster KK walked. He turned again, bargaining, saying anything he could to deaf ears, to soulless eyes. That's when Michael realized what exactly KK was. She wasn't human. She was a monster, a mutant, a creature not unlike the 70's and 80's exploitation films he frequently watched. All that Dr.Loomis shit about seeing nothing but pure evil in someone's eyes, that silent stalking killer that murdered people endlessly... It was true, oh God it was all fucking true!
"Please, don't do this! I-I was only kidding about killing you, okay! I was only kidding! H-honest! Y-you can't do this to me!" He tried crawling on his stomach but there was nowhere left to go. A wall of flame and crumpled trees blocked the way out. He rolled to his back again, his eyes looking at the stars through the patches of smoke one last time before they glanced back at KK. His remaining arm felt around dirt and grass. His fingers brushed against wood.
"Please... I let you live... I-I gave you a fucking chance... Y-you can't... You fucking-"
"How's your jaw?"
"W-wh-"
Michael had realized that the entire time he was fighting KK, she never made a single sound. His eyes looked back from KK to his side. Even when he choked, beat, or taunted her, not a sound left her lips. There was a branch. And now she spoke. It was over, but not in the way he hoped. This was the end wasn't it. He looked back at KK as he tried his hardest to reach it. She was gonna kill him.
KK raised the sword one last time....
Unbeknownst to Kyran, Chuck, and Scarlett, Michael Crowe had lost his fight against Katarina Konipaski.
Michael screamed.
But he wasn't dead...
The sword clattered to the ground beside Mike as KK fell to her knees, blood trailing down from her forehead as Michael gripped the broken branch in his arm. Michael used the branch as leverage to pull himself up to his feet, as KK turned her head to look at him. KK jolted forward and moved towards the katana.
No you fucking don't! The branch shattered as it collided with KK a second time. She was a sick, fucked up individual, but she was still human. She still spoke and bled like a human. Just like Blaine. And just like Blaine she would fall, she would die. Why? Because she wasn't a monster, she wasn't a demon, she was only a human, a human who bled, and if there was one thing Michael knew about things that bled, it was this.
If it bleeds, he can kill it.
Michael grabbed KK by her hair and dragged her to the wall of flame. He used his weight and all the strength he could muster to push her face first into it.
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It didn't hurt. That was the worst thing about it. The branch had hurt as it scraped across her skin, she could feel the splinters it left behind digging along side the blinding light of its embers. His fist in her hair had hurt when she struggled against him. Every bruise across her body where he'd beaten her ached, the bullet wound in her shoulder throbbed, Irene's hands around her throat and Rachel's boot in her face lit up with remembered pain with every step towards the pain to remind her of all the times she'd already survived.
When her face went into the fire there was a brief moment of searing, intense pain.
Then there was nothing at all.
Katarina screamed.
Something inside her tore at the walls.
Then she was silent.
When her face went into the fire there was a brief moment of searing, intense pain.
Then there was nothing at all.
Katarina screamed.
Something inside her tore at the walls.
Then she was silent.
It was done in the span of thirty seconds. As quick as it was for the tide to turn against him, everything was back in his favor again. Everything is as it was, everything is as it should be. KK's hands thrashed and smacked around, trying to loosen his grip on her as she burned. She couldn't do it, Michael just pressed her head harder into the fire pit, ashes, smoke, and cinders shooting up.
It hurt. All of it, and now a new pain was setting in. Michael didn't realize just how hot it was getting here until he could feel the flames lick him without even touching him. Michael could feel the heat all over, moving up from his arm, to his shoulders, to his face, to his knee, it was getting hot, too hot to stay; and that wasn't including what his hand was going through. Michael was honestly impressed the ozone destroying sprays and cosmetical gels along his scalp hadn't went up with the woods yet.
Michael held KK in the flames as long as he could, but for how much shit he's taken, he knew he couldn't take much more, and this fire didn't care what it burned, just so long as things were burning. Michael could feel the bandages on his arm ignite, as the leather glove began to peel away, as the chain began to heat up and change color. KK's screams reached a cresendo, then stopped, as Michael peeled KK away from the ground like a melted marshmallow as he pulled her head out of the flames.
Michael jumped back and shook the flames from his arm, observing the damage. It wasn't long, and already most of the bandages were gone, pink and black patches forming on his skin. He was gonna need a whole lot of aloe vera for this arm, and a whole lot more morphine for the other... He shook the pain out of his arm, not even wanting to see how bad KK got it when something else got his attention.
A tree went down, and more flames burst from within it as it hit the ground. The flames were rising as the woods were falling, and Michael realized he didn't have much time left. Michael looked back at the crumpled form of KK, somewhat relieved that he couldn't see her face. She was still breathing, but there wasn't much he could do about that. He didn't want to stay here any longer, he couldn't.
Michael brought his shirt up to his face as it was becoming near impossible to breath now, the smoke way too thick to even see out of, let alone inhale anything but soot. He turned and ran, back towards the areas where the flames were less intense. He was... gonna make it out ofhere. He wasn't go-
going to die here. The world around him started spinning into a blur, as a wave of nausea crawled up his throat. He lurched over and heaved, but nothing came out, as he forced himself to keep moving forward. He felt sick, he felt tired, and he felt his face started to itch like a motherfucker as a tingling sensation started from it. His legs gave out from under him, and once again Michael felt himself fall to the ground.
What the fuck was going on? Get up! You're not out of here yet! Don't let the smoke get to you, get out! Michael's eyes opened, and he began to push himself off the ground. What happened? What was happening? Why was it so hard to get u- Michael's eyes trailed over to the stump that used to be his right arm, and the pool of blood leaking from it. Michael's eyes followed it, until it turned into a trail, leading back to...
His fucking arm! He was bleeding out, shit!
A new burst of energy filled him as he realized he had to stop it, or otherwise everything he'd just been through would have all been for nothing. As much as Mike loved the heroic sacrifice in movies, he didn't feel like senselessly dying in the last five minutes of the movie before credit roll, especially not if he could avoid it. But how, how was he going to...
Michael looked at his other arm, with all the burns lining it. Michael's eyes looked towards a nearby burning tree.
Fug...
Michael could do nothing but whimper as he realized what was going to happen next. His hand reached up and put his shirt collar into his mouth to bite down on, as he wondered what sort of higher power there was up there having a giggle at putting him through this shit.
He dragged himself to the tree and didn't even bother counting down, he just shoved the stump right into the- "MRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!" He shot back clutching the stump as smoke wafted from it. " FFFFFFFF-UUUUUCKING TWAT FUCK SHIT SLINGING FUCK DICK SHIT PICKLE FUCK!" He curled into a ball, holding his arm underneath him. He looked at the stump and realized... he was still bleeding.
Inhale...
Exhale...
Put your shirt into your mouth again...
You know the rest by now.
Michael stumbled out of the woods in a daze as the smoke and flames cleared out into stars and fresh air. He was out of there... Michael trudged his way up the trail for only about a dozen feet before falling over on his back. Michael stared up at the stars, and couldn't help but smile. There really wasn't any reason for him not to. Even down here he could see the smoke and flames from the other points if he pulled his head up and looked around.
They did it, they sent the message. Not only was he smiling up at the sky, but so was the island. A whole two days worth of planning, and now it was paying off. Best part was, stupid ass Danya had no idea what they'd just done, otherwise they'd be dead. Hee hee, stupid fuckin' terrorist. CIA's most wanted just got outwitted by a shitwit snot nosed kid. Someone would come, someone would save them...
He couldn't help but think of what happened to KK though... Did she make it out, or was she still stuck there? If she burned to death, was she still conscious while it happened? Actually, who gives a shit? Fuck her, right? She tried to kill his ass, if she dies, she dies, if she lives, she lives with a permanent reminder that she was on the bad guys' side. Speaking of permanent reminders...
He was pretty fucked up. All the shit he went through that lead up to this... Couldn't believe it really, his face was fucked up, and now he was down to one arm and one nut... At least he might be able to get some decent reconstructive surgery when he got home. At the very least, they should give him one of those hook hands that bad guy in Riki-Oh had for free, he'd be content with that. Hell, he could get some Patreon money or some shit from the fame he and his friends would get from rescuing everybody.
When him, Scarlett, Kyran, and Chuck got home, they'd practically be millionaires for their deeds and all it costed was his looks, his fertility, his fingernails, an arm, a $140 dollar pair of sunglasses, and just a little bit of his dignity to get there.
With all said and done, he should be feeling pretty good about this, right? They did it, they won, there wasn't nothing left to fear anymore, right? Well, truth be told, if all it did take was the aforementioned items to do this, he would be a bit happier than he was. But it didn't, it also cost something a bit more than all of that put together. How many people died before they actually did this, and how many more would it take before help arrived?
Hell, almost everybody he met was dead by this point. Aaron and Sebastian were dead, Everett was dead, the entire group he met in the tunnel sans Maxwell bit it, Adonis died at some point, then all the other names he didn't see. Then there was Simon, who if it weren't for him he wouldn't even be here, let alone knowing what he actually had to do. Simon was the main reason he knew enough to pull this off, Simon was the last piece of the puzzle, the one thing that helped Mike realize what the right thing to do actually was...
He wondered if they were all up there, he wondered if they saw him. He wanted to acknowledge them, just in case. He raised his arm into the air, pointing his finger into the sky. What should he say?
No...
Come on, really?
Really?
"Witness me..."
As stupid as it was, he always wanted to say that seriously. He was never able to find the opportunity without it being a joke, but he figured that now was the best time to say it seriously without any hint of irony if he was ever going to. He felt like it worked.
Michael lowered his arm and closed his eyes. He was tired as shit, and regrouping with the others could wait. When he woke up in the morning he'd tell them what happened as they hunkered down and waited for their saviors.
As Michael slept, he couldn't help but feel like someone was dragging him off somewhere. He didn't bother to wake up and question it.
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It hurt. All of it, and now a new pain was setting in. Michael didn't realize just how hot it was getting here until he could feel the flames lick him without even touching him. Michael could feel the heat all over, moving up from his arm, to his shoulders, to his face, to his knee, it was getting hot, too hot to stay; and that wasn't including what his hand was going through. Michael was honestly impressed the ozone destroying sprays and cosmetical gels along his scalp hadn't went up with the woods yet.
Michael held KK in the flames as long as he could, but for how much shit he's taken, he knew he couldn't take much more, and this fire didn't care what it burned, just so long as things were burning. Michael could feel the bandages on his arm ignite, as the leather glove began to peel away, as the chain began to heat up and change color. KK's screams reached a cresendo, then stopped, as Michael peeled KK away from the ground like a melted marshmallow as he pulled her head out of the flames.
Michael jumped back and shook the flames from his arm, observing the damage. It wasn't long, and already most of the bandages were gone, pink and black patches forming on his skin. He was gonna need a whole lot of aloe vera for this arm, and a whole lot more morphine for the other... He shook the pain out of his arm, not even wanting to see how bad KK got it when something else got his attention.
A tree went down, and more flames burst from within it as it hit the ground. The flames were rising as the woods were falling, and Michael realized he didn't have much time left. Michael looked back at the crumpled form of KK, somewhat relieved that he couldn't see her face. She was still breathing, but there wasn't much he could do about that. He didn't want to stay here any longer, he couldn't.
Michael brought his shirt up to his face as it was becoming near impossible to breath now, the smoke way too thick to even see out of, let alone inhale anything but soot. He turned and ran, back towards the areas where the flames were less intense. He was... gonna make it out ofhere. He wasn't go-
going to die here. The world around him started spinning into a blur, as a wave of nausea crawled up his throat. He lurched over and heaved, but nothing came out, as he forced himself to keep moving forward. He felt sick, he felt tired, and he felt his face started to itch like a motherfucker as a tingling sensation started from it. His legs gave out from under him, and once again Michael felt himself fall to the ground.
What the fuck was going on? Get up! You're not out of here yet! Don't let the smoke get to you, get out! Michael's eyes opened, and he began to push himself off the ground. What happened? What was happening? Why was it so hard to get u- Michael's eyes trailed over to the stump that used to be his right arm, and the pool of blood leaking from it. Michael's eyes followed it, until it turned into a trail, leading back to...
His fucking arm! He was bleeding out, shit!
A new burst of energy filled him as he realized he had to stop it, or otherwise everything he'd just been through would have all been for nothing. As much as Mike loved the heroic sacrifice in movies, he didn't feel like senselessly dying in the last five minutes of the movie before credit roll, especially not if he could avoid it. But how, how was he going to...
Michael looked at his other arm, with all the burns lining it. Michael's eyes looked towards a nearby burning tree.
Fug...
Michael could do nothing but whimper as he realized what was going to happen next. His hand reached up and put his shirt collar into his mouth to bite down on, as he wondered what sort of higher power there was up there having a giggle at putting him through this shit.
He dragged himself to the tree and didn't even bother counting down, he just shoved the stump right into the- "MRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!" He shot back clutching the stump as smoke wafted from it. " FFFFFFFF-UUUUUCKING TWAT FUCK SHIT SLINGING FUCK DICK SHIT PICKLE FUCK!" He curled into a ball, holding his arm underneath him. He looked at the stump and realized... he was still bleeding.
Inhale...
Exhale...
Put your shirt into your mouth again...
You know the rest by now.
Michael stumbled out of the woods in a daze as the smoke and flames cleared out into stars and fresh air. He was out of there... Michael trudged his way up the trail for only about a dozen feet before falling over on his back. Michael stared up at the stars, and couldn't help but smile. There really wasn't any reason for him not to. Even down here he could see the smoke and flames from the other points if he pulled his head up and looked around.
They did it, they sent the message. Not only was he smiling up at the sky, but so was the island. A whole two days worth of planning, and now it was paying off. Best part was, stupid ass Danya had no idea what they'd just done, otherwise they'd be dead. Hee hee, stupid fuckin' terrorist. CIA's most wanted just got outwitted by a shitwit snot nosed kid. Someone would come, someone would save them...
He couldn't help but think of what happened to KK though... Did she make it out, or was she still stuck there? If she burned to death, was she still conscious while it happened? Actually, who gives a shit? Fuck her, right? She tried to kill his ass, if she dies, she dies, if she lives, she lives with a permanent reminder that she was on the bad guys' side. Speaking of permanent reminders...
He was pretty fucked up. All the shit he went through that lead up to this... Couldn't believe it really, his face was fucked up, and now he was down to one arm and one nut... At least he might be able to get some decent reconstructive surgery when he got home. At the very least, they should give him one of those hook hands that bad guy in Riki-Oh had for free, he'd be content with that. Hell, he could get some Patreon money or some shit from the fame he and his friends would get from rescuing everybody.
When him, Scarlett, Kyran, and Chuck got home, they'd practically be millionaires for their deeds and all it costed was his looks, his fertility, his fingernails, an arm, a $140 dollar pair of sunglasses, and just a little bit of his dignity to get there.
With all said and done, he should be feeling pretty good about this, right? They did it, they won, there wasn't nothing left to fear anymore, right? Well, truth be told, if all it did take was the aforementioned items to do this, he would be a bit happier than he was. But it didn't, it also cost something a bit more than all of that put together. How many people died before they actually did this, and how many more would it take before help arrived?
Hell, almost everybody he met was dead by this point. Aaron and Sebastian were dead, Everett was dead, the entire group he met in the tunnel sans Maxwell bit it, Adonis died at some point, then all the other names he didn't see. Then there was Simon, who if it weren't for him he wouldn't even be here, let alone knowing what he actually had to do. Simon was the main reason he knew enough to pull this off, Simon was the last piece of the puzzle, the one thing that helped Mike realize what the right thing to do actually was...
He wondered if they were all up there, he wondered if they saw him. He wanted to acknowledge them, just in case. He raised his arm into the air, pointing his finger into the sky. What should he say?
No...
Come on, really?
Really?
"Witness me..."
As stupid as it was, he always wanted to say that seriously. He was never able to find the opportunity without it being a joke, but he figured that now was the best time to say it seriously without any hint of irony if he was ever going to. He felt like it worked.
Michael lowered his arm and closed his eyes. He was tired as shit, and regrouping with the others could wait. When he woke up in the morning he'd tell them what happened as they hunkered down and waited for their saviors.
As Michael slept, he couldn't help but feel like someone was dragging him off somewhere. He didn't bother to wake up and question it.
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KK lay on the ground.
It growled.
It snapped.
It rattled.
It howled.
It bit.
It clawed.
It sprang.
It pushed.
But she got up. She couldn't feel her face. The gun and her bag were nowhere to be seen. The smoke was choking her out. Michael's arm thumped against her chest with every dragging step.
But she was after him.
It growled.
It snapped.
It rattled.
It howled.
It bit.
It clawed.
It sprang.
It pushed.
But she got up. She couldn't feel her face. The gun and her bag were nowhere to be seen. The smoke was choking her out. Michael's arm thumped against her chest with every dragging step.
But she was after him.