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Talons; When it comes, it will feel like a kiss...
Topic Started: Jul 20 2017, 09:25 PM (501 Views)
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((Min-jae Parker continued from No Rest for the Obsessed))

The longer that he followed the blood trail to the asylum, the more Jae was baffled that Jon could even still move. He certainly hadn't looked like he would be moving ever again when Jae looked down on him from the top of the tower. There was more blood on the ground that he had initially thought, too. He half-expected to find Jon collapsed somewhere along the trail, having given in to his injuries at some point after dragging himself away.

But no. Of course things couldn't be easy. The spots of blood led into the building and to a stairwell that Jae hadn't ventured down before.

Not that he needed them much now, given the scream that echoed up out of the basement as Jae approached the stairs.

He could wait it out. Jon would die. He had to die. He was only human.

The natural order of things had been upset ever since Jae first woke up here, though, and it was hard to trust even nature to do its job at this point.

Jae flicked the rifle's safety back off and began his descent into the flooded darkness.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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There was a sliding, shambling shape moving through the darkness of the basement. Jae sensed it more than he saw it as he stepped down into the layer of water that covered the bottom of the hallway.

He moved to slide his bag off his shoulder again, intending to leave it on the stairs, but reconsidered. It wasn't slowing him down much, and he didn't want to stumble over it if he needed to leave the basement quickly. And if Jon kept stubbornly refusing to die, then Jae might end up needing more than the rifle.

Jae stood indecisively for a moment, chewing his lip in frustration. God, he was trying to figure out the perfect set up to kill someone who was probably dying anyway. He could have sighed, and he wasn't even sure at what.

Whatever. Dead's dead, however you go about it.

Jae pushed past the questions nagging at him and made for the room that he thought the shape had disappeared into.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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Jae knew he had made a mistake as soon as he heard something sloshing through the water behind him. He shrieked as a line of fire cut across the back of his injured knee, staggering. The splint kept his leg underneath him, but it felt like it wanted to buckle, blood already soaking into the torn fabric of his jeans.

Jae jerked the rifle around and fired in the direction the attack had come from. The shot ricocheted off the heavy metal door, and underneath the ringing of his ears in its wake, he could hear retreating footsteps.

"You-" He couldn't think of what to say. The painkillers he had taken before leaving the bell tower were barely effective against his numerous wounds as it was, and this one felt worse than anything Jon had inflicted on him before.

Eyes stinging with angry, pained pinpricks of tears, Jae lurched out into the hallway after the shape of Jon's mangled body, firing again.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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"...Michael?"

Huh. You know, Jae had almost forgotten about him. It all came back in an instant, though, that cold spike of hatred. Of course Michael would have gone strutting off, bragging about how he totally won that encounter when all he did was scare off Alessio and threaten to kill someone Jae cared about. Of course Jon bought it wholesale. Jon was nothing but a parasite, leeching off of people with more substance than he had. He could have killed Jae right after Jae shot Brendan, but instead he had to play some kind of game, prove he was some kind of badass like Michael's whole crew thought they were. Look where pretending to be something you weren't got you.

"I guess Michael would know all about using my friends as shields since that's exactly what he did when I saw him, the piece of shit. Did he tell you that part? How he hid behind Asha and then threatened to put an axe in two people who hadn't done shit to him because I wouldn't play to his ego?"

Jae bared his teeth in a savage grin, though there were still tears in his eyes and a snarl in his voice.

"I should have shot him in the mouth, that would have shut him up! I wish I had! He was nothing but a fucking lying coward who couldn't back it up, and you bought it! Would have saved us both some trouble if I'd killed him when I should have!"

He caught a movement somewhere ahead and pulled the trigger again.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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"...God. Shut up."

Jae stopped listening to Jon's rant a few sentences in, seeing as how not getting himself chopped to pieces was a bit more of a priority. None of what he was saying fucking mattered anyway. He could taunt and act like he knew what Jae had been through, like he was somehow better because he had stabbed someone in the front, all he wanted. It wasn't going to change anything. Jon was nothing and nobody, and he always had been.

He had lost the rifle somewhere in the cold, murky water and didn't have time to try and find it. As he forced himself back to his feet, he pulled Dorothy's knife from his belt.

"If you're going to actually do something, do it." Big words for someone who was possibly bleeding to death already. His voice was flat, quiet. There was a buzzing in his ears and fingertips.

Did he care if he died? He wasn't sure.

But if he died here, now, to Jon, that would be his legacy. The villain in some nobody's story because they had decided that they got to choose who and what he was.

There. There was his spark again, maybe the only thing keeping him standing. There. Don't die yet.

"Well?"

Or if you have to die here, die spitting and clawing and make him hurt.
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Maybe this could have been comical somewhere else, two weak, exhausted people trying to act like either could really have the upper hand. A crazed, mangled boy rushing someone nearly a foot taller than him and trying to talk down to Jae like he was some kind of badass. Out to cut down the boogeyman and avenge his friends and limp away victorious.

But that's not how any of this worked.

Jae made a grab for the machete. It was a mistake.

The blade's momentum didn't stop as instantly as he thought it should have. It came down between his fingers and cut into the meat of his left hand, sinking all the way down between the knuckles of Jae's middle and ring fingers, where it stuck. Jae's scream echoed in the dark, flooded hallway as he lashed out with the knife in his other hand, feeling it slice in before jerking away.

The machete was wrenched out of Jon's grip rather than dislodging from Jae's hand and he dropped the knife, grabbing for the machete's handle. Metal ground against bone in a way that would have set Jae's teeth on edge if he wasn't already yelling out in pain. Scraps of flesh clung to the blade as it finally pulled free.

Jae didn't think, couldn't think, blinded with pain, and he saw the shape of Jon lurching towards him again-

Jae met him halfway and drove the machete into Jon's stomach as they collided.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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Jon dragged Jae down to the water-covered floor, shrieking, clawing, and biting the whole way-

Jae was beyond crying out with pain, everything fucking hurt and he didn't care anymore, he just wanted to get out of Jon's grasp-

The gash on his face had ripped open again, bandages torn away, his fucking hand was split open to the bone-

His hand. Thrashing in the water, Jae's hand brushed the rifle. He couldn't get a grasp on it properly, couldn't make his fingers close-

Jae drew back as far as he was able and then slammed his forehead into the center of Jon's face, blacking out his own vision for a moment as pain shot through his skull. Jon's grip on him flagged just enough for Jae to wrench away and grab the rifle with both hands, swinging it like a club into the side of Jon's head.




Jon's entire body jerked as the rifle cracked against his skull, and then he flopped limply back into the water.

Jae fell back, gasping.



There. It was finally over.

Jae edged away, loosely clinging on to the rifle with his ruined hand, hissing as the other came across the point of the knife he had dropped. But it was fine. It was over. He'd won, for good this time.

He sat a few feet away from the body for a while, not really caring that his clothes were soaked through and that he was bleeding in half a dozen places. He'd won. He finally replaced the knife in his belt and struggled to his feet, leaning on the gun for support.





And as he turned away and started limping to the stairs, there was a noise and a movement from behind him and no no no no no no no-

That's not how any of this worked.

That's not how any of this worked, that's not real, that's not right, you're dead you're dead you're dead you're dead you're dead you're dead you're dead you're dead you're fucking dead-




Jae threw himself at the staircase and scrambled up a few steps on all fours, aware of a faint, terrified noise, uh- uh- uh- uh-, barely recognizing that he was the one making such a noise-

He tore the bag open and found the taser, and the shot was a hiss and crackle and a flash of light in the blackness that imprinted itself on the backs of Jae's eyelids, staying with him as he tore up the stairs and left whatever remained of Jonathan Gulley to die in the dark.

((Min-jae Parker continued in Takasago))
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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