The only trophy you deserve... Catastrophe. [Closed]

[blinddrunkenmaster]

Who| Kota and Bro
What| Kota's dying
Where| Somewhere secluded, near the lake
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Kota's going to die and will be affected by the hellarena, so gore and bodyhorror are to be expected.


He should have seen that coming. There was no way the natural water and food supplies in the town would be safe forever; and now he was paying the price. The water Elsa had given him was now long gone, the bottle empty and useless. The lake had become the only source of water he could find that seemed to be safe enough. His food sources had been faring poorly for even longer; the food he'd been given had ran out, and he'd survived through scavenging for canned goods in the abandoned buildings and rationing them.

Clearly, he was wrong at how safe it all was to eat.

Somehow, despite how cold the water had been, the heat was affecting him more than ever. He was more on edge than ever, his skin was starting to slowly peel away, layer by layer, as if his sweat was chipping away at it.

Whatever was happening to him, it wasn't good. Kota could only hope it was temporary. With that in mind, he fought through the anxiety and went to find somewhere he could hide and ride out this feeling until he was well enough to move again.

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[plushaeusrumpified]

It's funny, because Bro should have known, too. He'd spent his first several days without eating or drinking a damn thing, until finally he'd given in after killing the ninja turtle and Susannah. Their food stash had been too damn tempting, so he'd had to eat some of it.

He regrets it.

But on the bright side, at least the arena looks a hundred times cooler now. That's a plus, right?

Except his skin is coming off, and his jaw hurts like a bitch and he's still hungry. Not only that, but he's irritable as fuck and it's because of this that he had to break off from Rose for a bit in order to not be a total asshole to her. Distance is good, sometimes.

Distance is not so good for Kota, because in his irritation and anger, the last thing he feels like is a fight right now. It's fucking hot, his skin is coming off, and god he's hungry. But it's an old man, so how hard could it fucking be?

"Hey gramps," he calls out, as he watches Kota clearly attempt to find someplace to wait out the heat. "Where you goin'?"

[blinddrunkenmaster]

And of course someone finds him and calls out to him. Why wouldn't that happen? He really, really, didn't need all of this. His jaw was hurting, and his temper was flaring up in a way he knew wasn't good. Getting in a fight in his condition was a recipe for disaster. The fact that his hand was itching to grab his knife was an inconvenience he really didn't need, too.

"Away," was his curt reply after a small pause in his walking, resuming his search for some place to wait this whole thing out.

[plushaeusrumpified]

"Oh hell no," he said, eyes narrowing in anger. "Have a little respect for the younger generation, asshole."

Along with the change of the arena came the realization that he could move as fast as he could before. He'd really goddamn missed the ability to flash step, so faster than the blink of an eye, Bro was behind Kota, giving him a tap on the shoulder.

"You really think I'm just gonna walk away?" he asks, scoffing. "This is a death arena."

[blinddrunkenmaster]

So the kid wanted a fight. Well, if he wanted one so bad, Kota was in the mood to give him one. And if the speed at which he had moved meant anything, then that meant he could use the Force again. A quick plan began forming in his head, although he still had to fight the urge to just slash the kid's face and to beat him to a pulp with the Force. He didn't like having those thoughts in his head, so for now, showing Bro how out of his league he was against a Jedi was the (reluctant) plan,

"You're right. It is a death arena," he said, turning to face Bro. "So unless you want to die, I suggest you get lost." And with that, he grabbed Bro with the Force and slammed him hard against a nearby tree; not enough to kill, but hard enough that if Kota was lucky with how Bro hit it, a limb or a few ribs would be broken.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Under normal circumstances, Bro would have a total nerd boner going on. Who wouldn't want to fight a jedi, of all things? That's the shit from some 10 year old's fanfiction- or 30 year olds, in certain circles. But he isn't in the mood right now, so the only thing he feels is intense anger when he's lifted off the ground, because that's fucking cheating.

Luckily for him, the tree is weak, not nearly strong enough to hold up against the force of a large, muscular man being thrown at it. It splinters and breaks, and Bro is left to fall among the splintered wreckage of it.

"You fuckin' cheating bastard," he murmurs quietly, clenching the butcher knife in his hand tightly. "What the fuck are you?"

[blinddrunkenmaster]

Under normal circumstances, Kota would have probably allowed himself a small smirk and replied. These were not, however, normal circumstances, so Bro would get nothing of the sort.

"Wouldn't you want to know?" he said as he lifted some rocks and debris around him with the Force and threw them at Bro.

[plushaeusrumpified]

"You're-" He dodges some of the rocks and debris, "- overestimating the amount of shit I give-" He dodges more, flash stepping around the stuff coming at him. He might be a little sore from slamming so damn hard into a tree, and he might be sweating off a little more skin than he would like, but now he's really damn mad.

And he's pretty sure that if he moves fast enough, Kota isn't going to be able to get a hold of him, so he keeps darting, barely appearing for more than a second, as he dodges and gets closer and closer to the man.

He flash steps around him, then, and swipes his knife through the air at the man's back.

[blinddrunkenmaster]

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Those was the only word going through Kota's mind at the moment. He had been stupid. He had ignored everything he'd learned, especially when dealing with fast opponents. He had ignored his own fighting style. He had allowed himself to be overtaken by his fury and attacked with no regard for his own defence. It was the stupidest thing he had done.

He didn't have long, if he kept this up, he knew that. Bro would give him no time to heal himself with the Force, and he could not be certain that he could even heal himself properly. So, feeling the warm blood flowing down his back already, Kota used the Force to propel himself away from the otherman, and then grabbed him again, this time slamming him down on the ground.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Yeah, Kota is pretty stupid from where Bro is standing. There's a lot he would do differently, if he had fucking telekinesis. You know, like take his weapon away, throw him against the fucking forcefield, something. But no, Kota's doing everything wrong and it means a great advantage for Bro.

He knows he's going to win the moment he injures the other man, regardless of whether or not he gets tossed around. When he's lifted into the air and slammed back down, he makes sure to spread his arms so that he doesn't fall on his own knife. The impact is painful, but he's had worse. It's only slightly worse than falling out of a tree.

Bro is quick to roll back onto his feet, quick to break into a flash step so that he can catch up to Kota, who foolishly thinks he can get away just by using his powers. He's not nearly as fast as Bro, and this time instead of cutting him, his goal is to drive the knife hard into Kota's back.

[blinddrunkenmaster]

... Yeah, as stupid as Kota might have been acting at the moment, he was not stupid enough that the same trick would work twice. So once he sees Bro rolling to his feet and flashing away, he readies himself, and uses the Force to create an opposing force behind him, blocking Bro's attempt to stab him.

"Did you really think," he said, pulling the knife from Bro's hand to his own and lifting the man in a Force choke. "I was really that stupid?"

The blood loss was starting to get to him, so Kota tightened his hold on Bro's throat, intending to take the man with him to their temporary grave.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Well damn.

"Yes..."

Hey, he's nothing if not honest. He doesn't sound afraid though, even if his knife is gone. Even if he is being choked. Bro tries to figure out a way to get out of this- and around that point is when he realizes how fucking Star Wars this is, because the guy is choking him. Ha. Is he really fighting a Jedi? He doesn't even know.

What he does know is that after a few seconds, he employs the only damn thing he can think of to do. He gathers up all the saliva he can muster and spits forcefully in Kota's face- aiming right in his eye.

He wouldn't be a good ol' country boy if he couldn't hock a loogie several feet.

[blinddrunkenmaster]

Really? Really? This was what was taking the advantage from him? Being spat on the eye? If Kota wasn't too busy wiping his eye and trying to remain conscious, he'd be rather angry at the specifics of the turn of events.

As it is, he just curses to himself, drops the knife and releases Bro from the hold, his knees buckling due to the blood loss.

[plushaeusrumpified]

It actually fucking worked.

Of course he doesn't waste time marveling at that fact, because the second he's released from the grip, he's grabbing the knife from where Kota dropped it, dashing forward to swing his knife through the air at Kota's throat. Because fuck you, you choked him.

"Not today, Vader."

[blinddrunkenmaster]

Any biting remark Kota could have had at Bro's comment was lost the moment the knife entered his throat. It was over. He had been beaten. His death wasn't immediate, but it was quick nonetheless. Some choking as blood and metal cut his air supply, and soon, he on the ground, unceremoniously falling as life drained from his eyes.

All thanks to some asshole punk spitting on his eye.

[plushaeusrumpified]

That's Mr. Asshole Punk to you, old man.

He stayed on guard the entire time Kota died, making sure there would be no sudden attacks or some shit. When he finally did die, Bro wiped the knife off on Kota's shirt and began checking his body for supplies. The most useful thing he found was a knife, which he pocketed. The water bottle he found would come in handy, too. Other than that, nothing.

So he stands up and moves to walk away. "You're a douche, just FYI," he says. "I hope you go back to Florida where you belong."

Peace out.