The Finale!

[gamemakers]

Hell Arena ends, sending the arena back to it foggy self.

Except it doesn't stay that way for long.

Slowly it starts to heat up, although for the first several days the fog lingers, heavy and hot like at the start of the last hell arena.

Finally, on the second night it slowly vanishes, leaving a hot a humid night. But the night is not dark. With a sudden crack the city hums into power, the amusement park lights up, and the city looks for the first time, almost normal.

Except suddenly having power, after who know how long of not, is not necessarily the best idea. Fires starts to flare to life, small ones luckily, that strangely seem contained. The amusement park rides squeal and careen around on their own on rusty tracks. The roller coaster wobbles every time it goes around the curve over the city, and it's clearly only a matter of time before it goes right off the tracks.

And it's still heating up, slowly, but steadily.

On the third day, the cracks that have been threaded through out the arena, groaning and inching wider suddenly burst open. And now it is clear where the heat is coming from, as flames lick up, lava oozing up between the cracks. They grow in jagged jumps towards the city green, large pieces of town breaking off to fall into the cliffs below, others being trusted up high as the earth moves below them.

The messages is clear. The winner better make their kills soon or there won't be an arena to fight in.

Comments

Closed to Bro - Night after Hellrena/Very End of Week 6 [cw: body horror]

[iflipmyhair]

It was gone. She was gone. Madoka...was gone. Again. It didn't matter much to Homura, though, by the time the heat mostly dissipated. She could feel herself slip away. Not just physically now, but mentally, as well. She could feel herself lose her mind.

It was frightening at first, of course. Realizing she'd sealed her own fate, however inadvertently. But after awhile, Homura decided, no. There was no need to be afraid. She'd welcome this death as she'd welcomed the others. After all, wasn't she already technically a monster to begin with? Hadn't she hurt Madoka again? Wasn't she going to die anyhow, no matter what she did?

So soon enough, she simply let go. She sloughed off what was left of her skin, and just began to walk. Looking. Waiting. Hoping. Hoping to find something to eat.

She wasn't Homura Akemi anymore.

She was just hungry.

[plushaeusrumpified]

That made two people who weren't themselves anymore. Two very, very hungry people. He was too much of a monster thanks to the arena to even really care about winning anymore. He just wanted food. He wanted to fight. The violence felt cathartic, in a strange way. It was just another way that he was completely insatiable.

When he saw her, it wasn't even a decision- he would attack, no question to it. Maybe she had food. Maybe she could curb the burning hunger in him, somehow. He let out an almost feral noise, before running at her, his knife held tight in his hand as he prepared to slash her with it.

[iflipmyhair]

Two hungry devils running onto one another. Ironic.

Homura didn't have a knife, no. But she had a lead pipe, and she also swung her weapon to catch his with an angry snarl. He looked tasty, or at least, a threat to her getting something tasty. That was all she needed to know.

[plushaeusrumpified]

So very ironic.

He didn't think the lead pipe would do much against him, and if he were in his right mind he would be laughing at the image in front of him. Anyone who brought a pipe to a knife fight was just asking to die.

When the two of them were close enough, he dropped into a roll, sliding past her before turning around quickly so that he could slash at her back. Monster or not, he still remembered his moves and he wasn't to be underestimated.

[iflipmyhair]

Her back was slashed, but she seemed unfazed by it. Far from bring fazed. She in fact just turned right around and stung again at Bro.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Well that happened. His reflexes were still quick enough that he noticed her swinging at him and he ducked low enough to avoid it, before running at her and lunging with the intent of tackling her to the ground.

[iflipmyhair]

She noticed. How could she not? She missed, but also, she jumped aside. She wouldn't be tackled, never. No. She was too hungry for it.

Instead, she swung again. Surely now...if not, she knew, she'd just keep swinging, again, and again, and again, and...round and round and round...

OPEN to all - Amusement Park [CW: Body Horror, Serious Gore, Death]

[asmilinggod]

Hell had come and gone once more, and with it, it had washed away nearly all that was left of Kevin's humanity. His tanned skin had peeled and slid away in sheets and chunks, and he had barely noticed. It was so hot, it didn't matter. His blonde hair had started to fall away, and he had barely noticed. The air hitting the bare scalp was sort of nice, he had vaguely thought. His "mother" continually tried to gnaw at him, digging teeth in when he grew too vague to keep her pushed away at arm's length. He had barely noticed the bloody chunks out of his slippery gray flesh. It smelled like home, he thought. There was always a silver lining. He could always find the sun. It was automatic, even now, when he could barely notice what was going on around him.

There were two things that he did notice.

The first was that moment when his hunger had grown too much, and his mind had dipped into that tantalizing oblivion that he had been so precariously dangling above. There had been another snap at his arm (another, another, she had grown SO HUNGRY but he wouldn't, he wouldn't, not her, never her, she could bite him forever for all he cared), and - movement was the only thing that crossed his awareness.

When he had risen from the void, blinking blind eyes as if it could clear the haze in his mind, there was no movement anymore. Only shreds of cold flesh in aching teeth. Gone. Gone again. All gone. He noticed that, and it needled him deep inside, formed a knot in his throat that hurt more than the flesh that was by now charred black at the back of his neck.

He noticed that first thing, but he let himself lose it again, choosing blissful oblivion over the grief.

The second thing woke him from the oblivion again by force, shattering his world in a white-hot surge of agony. He had fallen to the ground where he had stood, clutching half-heartedly at his jaw and shrieking, high and inhuman and almost mechanical. For most, growing a mouth full of brand-new, sharpened teeth was a painful and terrifying endeavor.

For Kevin, the force of the new teeth growing in - longer and sharper than even his own had been before - very nearly split his head in two. Teeth jutted in above and below more teeth, piercing skin at weird angles and tearing his lips and cheeks to shreds. The agony grew so great, he had cried out through the distortion into the dark -

"HELP ME - MOTHE-"

Trying to form the words had been a mistake. Teeth jutting inward from the top of his mouth pierced straight through his tongue, mangling it, rendering speech impossible. His own blood poured down his throat.

It tasted good.

He had calmed.

He now limped blindly through the amusement park that had become his home base, saliva dribbling from a mouth impossible to close. One skeletal, filthy, grimy hand dragged behind him an arm no longer attached to anything, but still wearing a couple of bracelets beaded with bloodstone.

There would be no more 'hello, friend.' No more professionalism.

There was only a blind monster now, holding his "mother's" hand, the vague sound of static accompanying him wherever he went.

He was still smiling.

[plushaeusrumpified]

It was the yelling that caught his attention. Out of his mind with hunger, the last of his skin had sloughed off to reveal the ugly monster underneath. It had been quite horrific in the beginning, especially the part where his hair had begun falling out. You don't mess with his hair.

But eventually he had become more monster than man, and didn't care about that. He wanted food. He was angry. Killing, in a way, had become cathartic. He felt insatiable in so many ways, so when he heard the yelling, he immediately set forth that way, his teeth bared in a very monster like way. He wasn't quite on the creepy level of Kevin, but he could still scare a child or two.

His knife was held in his hand, blood dried to it from previous encounters. This knife had served him well, and when he finally spotted the stepford smiler himself, Bro in his deranged state felt confident it would see another kill.

There was no reason for words, only action. With movements that were only vaguely human-like, he began running at Kevin with his knife raised.

[asmilinggod]

The sound of uneven footfalls coming in his direction reached Kevin's sharpened ears in no time flat. He wasn't afraid, of course - breathing ragged and blood leaking through his teeth, he faced the charge head-on, his only response the hiss of static.

He sniffed the air, anticipating his meal.

Dinnertime, he thought vaguely, crouching, ready to pounce.

[plushaeusrumpified]

If he were himself, he would think this was fucked up in a weirdly cool sort of way. This was horror movie level bullshit right here, two human-esque men about to get all up in each other's grills to kill each other. He'd watch this horror movie.

But he was too busy participating in it. Kevin wasn't the first one to pounce, either. When Bro was close enough, he lunged at him with every intention of tackling him to the ground so that he could stab him in the face repeatedly. That was his long term goal, anyway. But first he needed to successfully tackle.

[asmilinggod]

It was more than apparent that Kevin was blind; he canted his ear more towards Bro than he did his eyes, listening intently as the other figure lunged toward him. Yes, blind, but not handicapped for it - hearing the movement, he braced against it, turning into the strike and springing back at him at the same time. The weight that had melted away from his body had made him a bit lighter, but he was still stronger than average, with pain receptors that had been dulled even before he was a monster.

Leading with his shoulder into the blow, he snarled like the volume knob being turned up and then down again. At best he would bowl Bro over with the unexpected move. At worst he would fall. Somewhere in the middle, they would both go down and have to regroup.

But he wasn't going to stand there and take it, one way or another.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Maybe a part of him was cocky, even in the animalistic turn his personality had taken with the changes of the arena, because he didn't expect Kevin to do that. The move did indeed bowl him over, and Kevin landed on top of him. There was surprise in his expression, his head spinning as it hit against the ground beneath him. This wasn't how he had planned for the encounter to go.

The surprise turned to anger quickly enough, but his knife had fallen out of his grip when he was bowled over, so all he could do was reach up and wrap his hands around Kevin's throat, trying to get a good grip on him to choke him.

[asmilinggod]

Most people would probably have reacted strongly to being choked. They might have struggled, gasping desperately for air - might have resisted in the first place.

Of course, even when he WASN'T a terrible gray monster, Kevin was accustomed to the traditional Desert Bluffs hug - a strong grip around the neck that meant someone was just SO GLAD to see you. He didn't seem to notice that he was being choked, one hand bracing him over Bro's body, the other coming to rest on top of his forehead in an effort to hold his head still.

Blood dribbled down from his overstuffed jaw, falling in thick, sickly splotches against his opponent's face and neck.

[plushaeusrumpified]

If Bro were in his right mind, he would have been grossed the fuck out at Kevin's nasty ass bloody slobber getting in his face. It wasn't as if he particularly enjoyed it now, seeing as the growl he let out was pretty fucking vicious, but it didn't have the effect it would have otherwise. If anything, he seemed a little confused that choking the guy out wasn't working, and it just made him annoyed- especially since he was holding onto his head. He tried to shake his head, to get Kevin to let go, but it wasn't working. He wasn't at a good enough angle, and Kevin's grip was too much. To try and get him off, Bro's grip tightened around his throat, the only thing he could do.

[asmilinggod]

Unfortunately, gripping Kevin around the throat was just NOT having the desired effect - except, perhaps, making him feel welcomed on some deep, subconscious level. The low hiss of static tumbling out from deep within his chest increased in volume as he dipped his head downward, aiming to snap at Bro wherever he made contact with that mouthful of long, jagged teeth.

Hungry.

So hungry.

Food.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Ah, yes, the feel of teeth tearing into flesh. Even in his anger induced state, it hurts like a bitch. Especially because he gets Bro in the neck, and that's never a good place to get bitten by a cannibal. Even through it all, irony wins out and he manages to hiss out, "That wasn't very nice, Charlie..."

But he took a good chunk out of him, and his grip is slacking on Kevin's neck. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he's fucked, but he's gonna try to push Kevin off oh him anyway, with a heavy, pained grunt.

[asmilinggod]

The bit of irony is completely lost on Kevin, of course. Number one, he doesn't understand the reference. Number two, he is completely feral and barely understands words.

He can feel the grip around his neck loosening, the shoves against him weakening, and he knows his prey is almost gone. He rears back and then snaps forward again for another chomp, lapping hungrily at the blood and flesh. Animal.

Blindly, he gulps down everything he can get into his mouth.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Haha, fuck.

It only takes one more successful bite for Bro to know that this is over. How he managed to lose, he doesn't know. It's all a big blur and now he's about to die for the second time in his life. Great. But this is at least better than the first time in that he's not really himself.

His grip on Kevin is let go entirely, his arms falling to the ground at his sides as his vision goes in and out. He lets out grunts and moans of pain, but even those die down eventually as his vision blurs completely and the life in him fades as Kevin devours him.

[asmilinggod]

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.

Kevin keeps rearing back and snapping forward until he feels the life go out of Bro, the movement and struggle ceasing below him. He scuttles back for a moment, crouched there to gather himself, catch his breath, foul, hot air whistling through teeth and shreds of sinew.

But it isn't long before he goes back to eating his prize for a fight well-met, the low rumble of static almost like a purr in his chest.

The Death of Shaggy (tw: not-cannibalism)

[dogissues]

It's not so different being like this. That's the most frightening part. He's been hungry all arena. Now he's just hungrier. He lost his dog in the ruins of a house last week and maybe it hadn't really been Scoob, it had been so silent, a zombie dog, but he'd been something from home.

His skin's fallen off, his hair's fallen off, even his stubble, there's nothing really Shaggy about him now. Maybe that means he's not Shaggy. Maybe this is Norville.

He remembers that weird grey girl, the one he killed, the one he hadn't meant to kill but she had him at the edge of the cliff and the only thing he thought of to do was spray the bugspray in her face and she'd died like a bug and he hadn't meant to do that and he remembers her lying there on the ground and when he pictures it he starts to drool, all that meat, he's so hungry.

Out of the corner of his eye he can see the dog pack, sees the one in front that looks different from the others, a Great Dane, Scoob. He thought he lost him.

He looks delicious.

Norville-Shaggy runs forward, glistening white arms open, towards the corpse-creature with the face of his oldest friend.

The dogs leap.

He's torn apart.