I regained consciousness for THIS?!?

[dividedgirlofmine]

Who| Susannah, Don, and Bro
What| A mugging gone horribly wrong... well, more of a murder gone horribly right
Where| Silent Hill Arena
When| Week five, pre-Hellrena
Warnings/Notes| Character death, more to be added

It's been a month since someone dropped a brick (again) on her head, a month spent swimming in and out of consciousness and making for very boring tv, a month spend under the close watch of Sai Green Turtle himself, but Susannah's finally up and walking without stumbling, finally able to help Don, to maybe pay him back for all the care he'd taken of her. She'd even gone out on her own for an hour or two, made her way to the fruit trees and back with a little something to supplement that sponsor gift he's said they'd got.

"Pears! Half a dozen. Three for you, three for me, one a day will last us to midweek."

She pulls Don's share out of her pocket to hand to him.

Comments

[plushaeusrumpified]

The sound of the hoe leaving a crack in that shell was pretty satisfying, at least he finally left some sort of injury on the damn turtle. He knew better now than to underestimate the turtle in the future- something about the fact Don was from a cartoon just made it easy to not take this seriously.

He could definitely tell that the turtle was mad and he couldn't blame him. He'd be pretty mad if you cracked his shell, too. If he had one. It was good. Anger was good. When you were angry enough, you didn't think the best. You did stupid stuff.

"You mad, bro?" he taunted, amusement in his voice. "You mad that I killed your girl? What, she your lover? That's nasty."

He sidestepped, moving swiftly out of the way so that Don would miss him completely.

[polyturtle]

A swing and a miss. Don was enraged. Beyond much rational thought. If he'd not been hyped up on the fruit, he would have simply given Bro a look of annoyance as he calculated his next move. As it was, Don wanted to tear that throat out for making such an insinuation. She had a boyfriend!

[plushaeusrumpified]

Just as planned, he could tell that Don was getting even more pissed at him. Good. Get angry, get murderous. Anger lead to mistakes "You hate me, I can fuckin' tell," he continued. "You wanna rip my face off and stomp on it, in the name of your dead girlfriend."

He gestured at Don to come here.

"Come the fuck on and do it."

[polyturtle]

"SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!"

And just like the under-the-influence idiot that he was, Don fell for it. He charged, thrusting the knife forward. His intention was to stab him, somewhere, anywhere, to shut him up.

Then he might take Bro up on his offer regarding his face.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Yeah, Bro didn't believe him. Don was angry enough about it that he had a hard time believing that there wasn't something going on between the two of them. But it didn't matter- what did matter was defending himself. As Don came at him, he sent the hoe swinging upwards to knock the knife out of his hand, and then sent it swinging around to hit at his underbelly, knowing full well that if he were to sidestep, Don would see it coming. It was time for a full on assault.

[polyturtle]

In all honesty? Don was telling the truth. They were allies, friends, but not that kind. Not that it could come across at all, given his completely irrational behavior at this point.

Don still saw what Bro was trying to do. The knife was knocked out of his hand, and he tried to grab the hoe. It only really helped a little; instead of going right into the center of his plastron, the hoe stabbed right into the off-center-right of his plastron.

Either way, he let out a gurgled gasp. Shell it all. Hoe did this jerk--