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TFW you will never find out what's in the basement; pm me your basements for entry
Topic Started: Nov 2 2016, 11:32 PM (837 Views)
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The wind howled around the top of the supply depot.

((Isabel Ramirez continued from Be Prepared))

Isabel had spent quite some time wandering around after she had killed Danny. She ended up sleeping in a tree when she couldn't find shelter when night fell before awaking to another set of announcements detailing the dwindling numbers of her fellow students.

It didn't take long for Isabel to see the imposing figure of the storehouse and decide to make her way to the top of it to get a good look at her surroundings. The wind picked up from a gentle breeze as she ascended to the helipad on top of the building, only for her to be greeted by the sight of some kid sitting at the edge of the building. He was distracted treating some sort of wound. He didn't see her, and probably couldn't hear her over the wind blowing.

Isabel could easily just walk right up and push him right off the edge of the building. The fall would probably kill him and then that would be that. It'd be the easiest kill she's gotten so far. Letting a chance to eliminate some of the competition like this would be such a waste. Isabel slowly tip toed towards him, doing her best to keep her halberd and bag from clattering and potentially alerting her newest victim. She wouldn't get too much enjoyment out of doing this, but that didn't matter right now. The main goal was still just to survive. Anything else was secondary.

Isabel stood, just a few feet away from the boy, glaring at him, sizing him up, determining exactly how hard she'd have to kick him to make him fall off. As she looked, she caught a glimpse of a weapon in his bag. Another bonus to killing him. This was probably the easiest decision she's made so far.

And just like that, Isabel deftly moved forward, abandoning all pretense of stealth and kicked the boy right in his back, sending him, and his bag, off the edge of the building just as he turned around to get a glimpse of his killer.
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Isabel smirked as the kid fumbled through the air only to hit the ground below hard. That was that.

Now she just needed to head down and grab his stuff, maybe even keep his bag as an extra supply carrier. Her bag was almost packed full at this point from all the pillaging she had done.

Isabel looked back down at the kid's broken frame, his legs having twisted in awkward directions after they broke from the fall. An image of a job well done... except... was he moving? His head was turning to look around. He was still alive.

"Eugh," Isabel vocalized. The smirk she had on her face from yet another show of power and dominance faded, only to be replaced by an angry glare, teeth clenched in frustration. Now she had to go down there and finish the job too. Such a waste of time, this kid wasn't even worth the effort she'd have to put in to carve up.

Isabel sighed as she turned back towards the staircase. She might as well look on the bright side, she thought to herself, as she readjusted her bag straps. Even if putting the extra effort into this kill was a waste of her time, at least it was more enjoyable this way. Killing someone so quickly with so little fanfare wasn't her style. Drag it out, make it vicious, and maybe, just maybe she might get that best kill award that she wanted. That she deserved. She didn't understand why she hadn't gotten one already. After all, the terrorists wanted to reward people that were playing, right? Nobody else was playing the game as right as she has been. All the rest of them were losers destined to be crushed under her boot. She was the only one that mattered.

The stairs clanged as she walked down them, the rusted metal groaning as she made her way back down. The boy had noticed her at this point, and was fumbling for his sickle that was nearby, just out of his reach. A smile began forming and growing on her lips as she got ever closer to him. When she finally was just a few feet away from him, she cocked her head to the side as he looked at her in panic. The fear reflected in his eyes was probably the best part of all of this.

"Oh... now, what do we have here?"
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"Well..."

Isabel lightly waved her sword around in the air while innocently tapping her bottom lip.

Those were an interesting choice of words from someone staring death in the face. Isabel was expecting more begging and grovelling. Still, at least it gave her an opportunity for her own witty comeback. "I guess you could say I am here to help..."

Isabel directed the sword towards the boy's face, the point just out of his reach. "...myself."

Isabel lowered the sword slightly. Nobody else was in sight, there was no reason she couldn't savor the moment as much as possible. She spoke up, her tone condescending and devious. "Can't move an inch? Well, that makes this situation a whole lot more interesting."

Isabel was more than aware that she was acting like a villain that one would see in a cheesy action movie, but that was intentional. It would make her stand out from the growing crowd of killers, give her a chance to rise above the pack. And more importantly, it would mean all the more fear she could squeeze out of her latest victim.

Isabel loomed over the boy, her figure menacing in the light of the morning sun. She chuckled, unable to contain her growing excitement. "You wanna know something?" Isabel set her sword on the ground outside of the boy's reach before fumbling around for the halberd as she spoke. "Your life... doesn't mean anything. Your life doesn't matter. The most important moment of your life is this one right here." Isabel slowly drew her halberd out from behind her back. "And the only reason this moment is important? Because you get the honor of having your life ended by me."

Isabel got into position next to the boy's broken legs, halberd at the ready. "So, where do you want me to start? Or actually, let me rephrase that... which organ is your least favorite? Don't worry, I know where they all are, I had to do a lot of studying for anatomy class to get those good grades that I got."

She smiled.

"I won't miss."
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Isabel chuckled noiselessly at the boy's continued defiance.

It was cute, almost. He thought that he could make her mad, make her do anything other than savor this kill with meer words alone. The only things that would make her kill him fast were someone else showing up, or him actually trying to attack her. Given the second possibility wasn't a concern...

"Well, I guess since you wouldn't pick for yourself, I'll just have to pick for you." Isabel waved the pointed end of the halberd in the air just out of the boy's reach, tauntingly changing angles and positions based on the various organs that she could puncture. "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..."

The halberd's wicked spear aimed itself at the boy's stomach. "...catch a tiger by his toe..."

The cruel javelin pointed itself at the boy's left lung. "...if he hollers let him go..."

The vicious pike itched to embed itself in the boy's heart. "...my mother told me to pick the very best one..."

"And... you.... are..... it......"

With all the force that Isabel's arm could manage, she forced the halberd down into the boy's pancreas. The hard resistance of the boy's body, his screams of pain, the brutal spectacle, the metallic stench of blood welling up in her nostrils... all combined together gave Isabel a taste of true power. It was all she needed, this feeling of control, this rush from the kill, this symphony of agony. It was all she wanted.

Isabel twisted the halberd in the boy's body, viscera oozing from the wound. Isabel laughed, unable to contain the energy channeled through her.

"Anything funny to say now?" She said, her voice oozing malice, and a wicked grin plastered on her face. "Because it doesn't matter, all that matters is that you don't die yet. We've got more fun ahead of us after all..."
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Isabel almost couldn't believe what had just happened.

The boy had managed to slash his own throat with his sickle. With a hole in his stomach and two broken legs.

Isabel let out a rage filled scream as the blood started gushing out of the boy's throat. He was trying to deny her the kill, give the terrorists a chance to make his death out as a suicide in order to mess with her. Deny her the glory and the chance to be even more formidable than she already was to the rest of the student population.

Too bad for him that it takes some time to die from slashing your throat. Isabel knew that from experience.

Still, she wasn't about to let this act of defiance pass without action being taken.

"You... you!" Isabel spat out as she lifted the axe end of the halberd up above her head. "You're not taking this away from me!"

The halberd slammed down with a sickening crack, embedding itself in the boy's head.
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Isabel ripped the halberd out of the boy's skull, a trickle of blood making way to a full flow, gush after gush leading to more chunks of brain and bloody pieces of bone and flesh sloughing onto the ground next to the corpse.

Whatever movement the boy had demonstrated after slashing his throat stopped shortly after impact, the only motion left being some mild twitching of the fingers and thighs. He was gone.

Isabel took ragged breaths as she stared down at the corpse, the metallic stench of a violent death filling the air. Any and all feelings of power that she had gotten out of this had gone away in an instant. He defied her. He demonstrated that in the end, he was the one that was really in control of his destiny. Not her.

After spending a few minutes regaining her breath and her composure, she screamed in frustration.

Isabel let her legs give out from underneath her and she fell to her knees, only to get to work on the boy's bag. Her own duffel bag was stuffed full of the supplies she had pillaged from those she had killed, but she could fit a few more bottles and some more food, if she tried hard enough, she could probably get the medical kit in there too.

Isabel wrapped her hand around the sickle the boy had used to slash his throat. A decent weapon that would likely compliment her current fighting style well, given that she had been swinging her sword around mostly one handed up to this point.

Isabel fished her makeshift flail out of her pocket and dumped the padlock and rock out of it, before putting the sock back on the foot she had pilfered it from. She had no need for her flail anymore, and she needed the space in her pockets to stick the sickle's handle. With some careful positioning she could keep it nice and steady without it poking her or cutting into her flesh, provided she didn't attempt to run with it like that.

And, well, she was probably never going to have any need to run in any situation where having an extra weapon in her hand is a bad thing.

Swinging her now chock full bag over her shoulder and re-fastening the halberd to the bag and her bag, Isabel set off for a new place, one that hopefully didn't smell of death.

((Isabel Ramirez continued in Violence Is Usually The Answer))
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